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

"Hey, when did you..." Hattori Heiji hesitated.

What kind of hand is this? Isn't it too fast?

But Lancer was still picking at the photos on his phone.

"Detective, your photography skills are too bad, isn't it? Why is my face so distorted in this photo?"

"And this one, the aperture is all blurry...only the last one is barely visible."

Lancer didn't seem to care that he was secretly photographed. He just admired the photos and then uploaded the best one to his phone and set it as wallpaper.

After doing this, Gin, who was smoking, naturally took the phone from his hand, and then completely deleted all the photos.

When he threw the phone to Hattori Heiji, he said in a cold voice: "Since you are working as a detective, you should know that taking secret photos is unethical, right? Or, other people's privacy is nothing in your eyes. Even the law should give in to your curiosity?”

[System: Damn! In terms of moral kidnapping, he has to be a villain! 】

Hattori Heiji caught the phone in a panic, grabbed the hair on the back of his head and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I didn't think about it that much, I just wanted to leave a souvenir for you... I'm so sorry!"

"Heiji, you are serious too!" Kazuya glanced at him reproachfully, then clasped his hands together and apologized to Lancer, who seemed to be more talkative.

"Heiji is always very reckless when doing things, but we don't mean any harm! Don't take it to heart, Mr. Lancer!"

Did you even tell me your name? Gin raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man.

Lancer, on the other hand, crossed his arms and shrugged, "It doesn't matter. My friends and I can also joke around, as long as he doesn't spread it outside."

Hattori Heiji was a little depressed and reluctant to test: "Have you two not made it public yet? Why are you afraid that others will know?"

"Because we haven't met each other's parents yet!" Lancer lied without blinking.

He asked sincerely: "You wouldn't spread the photo and let our parents see it and let them break us up, right?"

"……Won't."

Although I always felt something was strange, it was not the style of this high school detective to just ignore a murder case.

When Hattori Heiji walked to the scene of the crime, he was swiping his cell phone and said angrily: "I just wanted to show it to Kudo, how could I be caught..."

The photo album on your phone is already empty, so what the hell is this?

Staring at the boy's back, the smile on Lancer's face gradually faded. He crossed his arms and said a little bored: "It seems that no matter where you go, there will be such an annoying presence as a detective."

Gin stubbed out the cigarette in his hand on the roof of an unknown car, then threw the cigarette butt into the wind, and it fell into an unknown corner.

The man rubbed his head and said, "Don't worry about this kind of thing. If you don't like him, just kill him."

"Don't mess around, his dad is the head of the Osaka Prefectural Police."

"Huh?" Gin pushed up the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, and his expression changed slightly. "When did you know so much about other men?"

"I checked it out after I saw him last time." Lancer looked up at him and smiled again. "Know yourself and your enemy, and we will meet again in the future."

It's not easy to learn well, but it's easy to learn bad things.

Lancer estimated that the case would not be solved for a while, so he yawned sleepily and prepared to go back to the car.

"Shall we go back? I think it may take a long time."

"You go first." Gin maintained his elegant and deceptive appearance, regardless of how eye-catching his braids were, and took out a cigarette case and lighter from his trouser pocket. "I'll have another cigarette and then go back."

Lancer stepped back with a somewhat light step and warned him: "Smoke less, I don't want to inhale second-hand smoke every time."

There was a faint smile on the man's lips, and his posture with his arms crossed and a cigarette between his fingers was as graceful as possible.

Once an abstinent handsome man is flirted with, it's hard to resist.

Lancer gritted his teeth and ran away.

As soon as he left, Gin turned away from his cigarette and blew out several smoke rings before walking towards the three suspects' vehicles to study them.

He has never been interested in being a detective, but the pleasure brought by destroying a trap carefully set by a person makes the man enjoy it a little.

He likes to play chess, with others and with himself.

There were no obvious abnormalities on any of the three cars, but the man found that there seemed to be scratch marks on the outside of the trunk of one car.

He pondered for a moment, then simulated and compared it with the deceased's current situation in his mind, and got the answer almost in an instant.

The man's flat lips outline an arc, looking very arrogant.

Vodka, who was waiting in the car, turned on the radio channel a little impatiently, and the news that happened to be playing mentioned the murder that happened in the tropical paradise.

Lancer pricked up his ears and frowned in annoyance when he heard the news that the death toll was unknown.

"Kieljiu is really prepared." He snorted.

This news is probably also meant to confuse them.

Vodka in the driver's seat glanced at Lancer hesitantly and said, "Big brother still trusted Kirjiu before, and I even thought she was a trustworthy companion..."

A hand quietly placed on his shoulder.

Lancer's voice came faintly from behind: "If you dare to say that you revealed a lot of information about the organization to Kirjiu, I will send you to hell to see her right now."

Although his hands seemed long and slender, they were very strong when he bent the joints, and suddenly pinched Vodka's throat, as if he wanted to break his neck.

Vodka said quickly: "No, I didn't say anything! I just mentioned a few words about rum..."

Hearing this, Lancer let go of his hand.

"Oh, that's fine."

Vodka: "..."

[System:...I naively thought you wanted to be a villain. It seems I was wrong. 】

Still finding it incredible, Vodka looked at Lancer who was about to take a nap in the back seat, and said in surprise: "Aren't you curious about what I said? What if Keir is aware of Rum's identity and secret..."

Lancer closed his eyes and answered him nonchalantly.

"I don't care what kind of trouble or consequences Rum, Macallan, or that gentleman and the third-ranked lord have."

"Although I want to fight against time and class, it is obvious that this rotten organization is far from qualified. Such an arrogant group of people will fail sooner or later."

"As long as Gin is fine, what happens to other people... has nothing to do with me."