Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

The observation deck of Tropical Paradise——

Lancer stood behind the telescope, looked at the crowd gathered in the distance through the lens, and sighed as if he had never seen the world.

"The field of view is so good...everyone's face can be seen clearly!"

"Humph."

Gin was leaning to the side, holding his arms and smoking a cigarette. That look was particularly eye-catching.

Lancer was finally willing to share his eyes with this dissatisfied man, and his long and narrow eyes narrowed into a curved slit after seeing Gin's appearance.

The man's iconic black outfit is very eye-catching. Even in the autumn weather, no one would dress like that, especially today when the temperature is rising.

So after Lancer entered the park, he forced him to change into a set of casual clothes on the pretext of not being exposed. The texture was softer and slightly close-fitting, which perfectly complemented his perfect inverted triangle figure.

The top hat was taken off, and the loose silver hair was loosely tied up by a rubber band with a small sunflower. Half of the ponytail hung behind him and half rested on the man's chest. Paired with the man's ascetic, cold, and angular world-weary face, it looks so good.

Unexpectedly, after coming out of the bathroom, more women were secretly staring at him.

Not only did the purpose of changing clothes not be achieved, but it also attracted the wolf. Lancer curled his lips and asked Gin to watch his reaction and let out a sneer.

"What are you talking about? I've been searching for a long time and I still can't find the place you mentioned. If you don't like it, just look for yourself." Lancer turned the telescope in front of him, as if he was giving up.

Because it was the time for the float parade, there was no one else on the lookout.

Gin did not move beside him, but looked at his watch first and whispered: "It's almost time."

The voices of other people came from the mobile headset one after another.

"My side is already in place," Bomore said.

"Camu is in position."

"Vodka in place."

Lancer touched the earphones and said belatedly: "Do we have enough people? Today's joints are spread out so far apart. What if we can't get there?"

"So the two of us have to act separately." Gin said.

Hearing this, Lancer showed a depressed expression.

"It's rare to go out to play. Every time we are either on a mission or on the way to a mission, can't we spend some wonderful and unforgettable time together?"

[System: Resentment is soaring. 】

Others fell into silence: "..."

Gin suddenly stood in front of him, cut off the headsets of both of them, then grabbed Lancer's soft and fluffy hair, and said to him in a low magnetic voice: "I don't want to force it, but you are here I still remember clearly the sworn speech I made before the mission.”

Lancer blinked, held his hand in front of him, and then gently kissed the man's fingertips.

"Don't worry, I will definitely make tonight's performance come to a successful conclusion."

Immediately, the man put the windbreaker on his arms and left quickly from the observation deck.

At this time, fireworks exploded in the sky above the paradise. The rare and beautiful scene made Lancer fascinated for a moment.

"It's like celebrating the New Year..."

[System: Host, you seem to have seen fireworks. 】

"Don't say that." Lancer took out two candies he found in a men's clothing store from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrappers, and looked up at the sky. "At least I have made fireworks!"

[System:...Do you still have the nerve to say it? 】

The world we lived in before was in an apocalyptic stage, and resources everywhere were exhausted. Even if it was the New Year, no one would make these things to celebrate the arrival of the new year. All parties compete for interests with each other, fight openly and covertly, and even start wars, making ordinary people's lives miserable.

On New Year's Eve one year, Lancer was ordered to perform a mission and blew up a high-point arsenal at 0 o'clock that night.

The scene was so shocking that it was as beautiful as a huge firework exploding. The flash of light shone on Lancer's gas mask, so brilliant that he thought he saw the coming of tomorrow.

After completing his mission, Lancer spent a high price to eat a plate of dumplings that night.

Unfortunately, the artificially cultivated meat beasts of Doomsday were not suitable for processing and making dumplings. The meat was so hard that it was so unpalatable that Lancer couldn't digest it for several days after eating it.

"The fireworks are really beautiful..." Lancer said vaguely, chewing some candy, and moved his eyes to the front of the telescope.

"Huh?" He suddenly made a strange syllable.

[System: What's wrong? 】

Lancer thought he was dazzled. He moved his head away from the telescope and blinked. After a moment of pause, he moved his eyes closer.

Behind the magnifying lens is Edogawa Conan's face.

He had a skateboard under his elbow, his head looking around, wearing glasses and looking serious, as if he was looking for someone.

Lancer frowned and murmured to himself: "Why is he everywhere?"

[System: Oh, here comes the work. 】

[System: The host triggers a key task - find the organization's undercover agent and get rid of him (0/1), task reward points 8000, number of draws x1, confession injection x2...]

Looking at the last confessional, Lancer fell into brief contemplation.

"Is this confessional from this world, or the one I came into contact with before I died? Does it have the same effect?"

[System: It’s hard to say. The host has to try it himself to know. 】

Good guy, I’m afraid the product I gave you is not a three-no product, right?

Lancer glanced at the reward, not very excited. But now that Kudo Shinichi is seen here, it means that tonight's operation may not go so smoothly.

The losses suffered before must be made up for today.

Lancer looked around Conan through the telescope and found that there was no other familiar person around him. Instead, he seemed to have earphones in his ears, and one hand was always pressing the earphone to talk to someone.

[System: Hasn’t the host learned lip reading? Can't you see what he's talking about? 】

"Well... it's too far away, and you can't see the mouth from the angle." Lancer gave up observing through the telescope, took out the baseball cap pinned to his trousers and put it on his head, and said: "Put a little bee on Follow him, turn on silent mode, and try not to be discovered by him."

[System: Got it. The micro reconnaissance aircraft A1 is being released...]

A machine about the size of a fingernail flew out through the window of the telescope.

Lancer came down from the observation deck along the elevator. Not long after leaving the exit, Conan ran past Lancer with his skateboard and went directly to the observation deck.

At that moment, Conan seemed to notice something and turned his head behind him, but he only saw a huge crowd.

The feeling of being watched seemed to be just an illusion caused by his nervous state.

"Boya? What's wrong?" an adult man's voice came from the headset.

Conan put away the weird feeling in his heart and replied: "No, it's nothing..."

I always feel like I have a bad premonition.