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

Lancer was in a coma for two days and forty-eight hours.

During this time, he was not completely unaware.

Sometimes I am asleep, sometimes I am awake, because I can hear the voices of people around me and various noises from the environment.

His consciousness was in darkness, counting down boringly.

What impressed him most was not the conversation with Haibara Ai, nor being targeted and killed, but the uncomfortable feeling of having vodka on his shoulders and pushing against his stomach, and when Gin took over, Hearing his deep voice rumbled and exploded above his head like muffled thunder.

It sounds very healthy when you hear it, and if nothing else goes wrong, you should be able to live a long life.

[System: It is impossible for a killer to live his whole life without accidents. 】

Lancer retorted unconvinced: "I've never had any accidents."

[System: Then how did you come to this world? 】

Lancer: "..."

It is reasonable to suspect that this broken system is yin and yang.

Before he came to this world, Lancer was indeed a killer.

Although the accident that led to his death could have been avoided, at the critical moment of escape, he gave up the chance to survive for himself.

Having faced death countless times, and experienced his heart beating so fast that it was on the verge of flying out of his chest, he gradually began to feel boring and hopeless about everything.

Boring, really boring.

[System: I used to be the top performer in the year, but until you deliberately sought death, I am now the bottom one... Thank you! 】

Lancer felt guilty and remained silent.

Speaking of which, if he didn't have a good relationship with the system, he wouldn't have been able to overdraw his body's data and borrow the gun on credit for this revenge.

Wait!

"If I wake up, can I still use the gun?"

[System: No, this is another price. 】

He knows it!

As the final seconds of the countdown expired, Lancer finally regained control of his body and finally opened his eyes.

The house was gray, and the black curtains were tightly drawn, barely letting in any light.

Lancer moved his numb limbs, got off the bed, and turned on the light in the room.

The European retro design and decoration made Lancer stunned for a moment. He thought Gin would take him back to his safe house, but it seemed that he was overthinking it.

As Lancer moves, a surveillance camera above the corner moves with him.

He smiled and waved at the monitor, then opened the curtains.

The sky outside is dark, but the night sky is dotted with many stars. There seemed to be strong light in the courtyard. Through the window, strange light pillars could be seen sweeping around, which were very similar to the lights on a lighthouse.

When he squinted his head and took a closer look, Lancer roughly understood what was going on.

The place he was in was probably a luxurious villa. The courtyard was full of security systems to prevent intrusion. Those lights were emitted from monitoring and early warning equipment.

There are men in black patrolling and guarding the flower gardens like a labyrinth corridor, protecting the place airtight.

Lancer murmured: "It must be very troublesome if you want to go out..."

"Not only will it be troublesome, but people will also die."

The mocking voice was emotionless as usual and appeared suddenly behind him.

The young man, who was not aware of his arrival at all, instantly arched his body nervously, stiffened briefly and then quietly relaxed.

He clicked his tongue and said with interest: "Oh? Can you enjoy the demonstration?"

A cigarette was crushed on the edge of the window sill, and the small spark was extinguished in an instant.

Lancer was distracted watching the rising smoke, and finally slowly glanced sideways at the man's side face.

Rarely, Gin was not wearing his ugly hat. It seemed that this was a place that could give him a little peace of mind compared to other places.

If Lancer wanted to take back the front, this should be Gin's safe house.

He looked at the men in black in the manor again and asked casually: "Are these people following you?"

Without the restraints of his hat and windbreaker, Gin's long silver hair was not very obedient. When the night wind came, it would fly wildly, and the tips of his hair would fall to Lancer's face.

The distracted Lancer secretly grabbed it with his hands and rolled the ends of his hair around his long, well-jointed fingers.

As if not noticing his little movement, Gin crossed his arms and spoke in a somewhat high-spirited tone: "No, from now on, they are yours."

"Oh? Is there such a good thing?"

"Because the one with the most say among them was shot dead by you."

Speaking of this matter, Lancer felt very unhappy.

He pulled Gin's hair, forcing the man to look at him.

"You did it on purpose!" the young man accused.

"Let those people hate me, follow me, and even kill me!"

The purpose was to drive him to the edge and bite these people back.

As long as these guys are frightened, whatever Gin does in the future will go smoothly - after all, he is just Lancer's assistant, and there are still many obstacles to legitimately interfering with the activities of Mr. Yu's men.

Others only say that Qin Jiu is calculating, cautious and suspicious, and his action style is as decisive as thunder.

But no one could have imagined that he would change his temper at this moment.

First hit with a stick and then a sweet date, so that a certain young man with an attractive appearance will be fascinated and dizzy.

"Thank you very much this time. Only by taking action yourself can you calm those guys with different ideas."

That's what he said, but there was no hint of gratitude in his words. His tone was calm, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

Of course, Lancer couldn't let him put this matter aside easily with just one word.

He confidently stretched out his hand: "Then how are you going to compensate me?"

"Compensation? Isn't it compensation to take you out of the danger of being sniped?"

"When I call you big brother, that means I'm a brother. If you don't even help with this, you'll be sorry for our harmonious hair color!"

He pulled the tail of Gin's hair to his head, pinched his short hair and the long hair together, rolled them on his fingers and showed them to the man.

Gin remained silent.

Looking at the entangled hair, Lancer suddenly thought that the knotted hair had a special meaning, so he hurriedly separated their hair.

As a result, he became more and more busy, and finally tied his hair into a knot under Gin's eyes that wanted to kill someone.

Lancer smiled awkwardly and frowned: "How about just compensation...?"

The man's eyes suddenly changed, as cold as a knife in winter.

His thick arms seized the right opportunity to strangle the young man's neck, pushing half of the other man's body out of the window.

The whistling night wind blew in my face, and a chilly chill spread throughout my body.

Lancer pinched the man's arm tightly, shouting in the wind, hysterical: "Are you crazy?! I didn't mean it!"

"Ah - I was wrong! Brother, please let go, I'm going to fall! Yeah!"

The system comes to the rescue!

[System: ...Sorry, I almost went crazy. Do you need to exert yourself to unlock a safety air cushion device? It is guaranteed that the host will not be damaged at all if it falls! 】

It must be laughing at itself!

Lancer wanted to curse. ,