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

Gin was awakened by a smoky smell.

He sat up with the injured part stiff and reached out to reach for the cigarette case and lighter on the bedside table, but unexpectedly touched a can of beer.

Gin touched the cold outside of the can, hesitated for a moment, then picked it up, reached out and pulled the tab.

As a result, the beer inside turned into foam and sprayed out towards his face instantly, and the gin was caught off guard and wet his hair and face.

As the foam subsided, the beer liquid slowly slid from my forehead and cheeks.

Gin looked at the quilt wet by the splashing beer, and lifted it up expressionlessly, and then heard Lancer's snickering ringing in the room.

Young people's pranks are always particularly childish.

But Lancer was having fun, and the man wasn't going to hold him accountable.

When Gin raised the back of his hand to wipe his face, Lancer had already moved in front of him, took out a tissue and wiped his face gently a few times.

"What are you doing?" Gin asked.

Lancer turned aside to let his sight go, and then Gin saw a small barbecue stove placed near the balcony of the apartment, and the sliced ​​meat was sizzling with oil.

The charcoal fire in the stove gave off a pungent smell of smoke from time to time, but it was quickly taken away by the wind blowing across the balcony.

Gin glanced at the ceiling of the apartment and said calmly: "Aren't you afraid of triggering the smoke alarm?"

"This level of barbecue should be no problem." Lancer urged him, "Go wash your face and wipe it, and come over to eat together. After dinner, I want to go fishing in the sea for a while."

The man's hair began to tangle as he slept so hard that his originally beautiful and smooth silver hair turned into strands and lost its original luster, similar to his current state.

"I thought you were going to use that torn tissue to wash my face," Gin said.

"It's not impossible."

Gin hummed softly, put down the beer can and lit a cigarette first. After smoking this cigarette, my mind was almost clear, so I put on my wrinkled pants and planned to go to the bathroom to wash up.

Lancer brought him a pair of newly bought pants and asked him to change them.

Looking at the new objects that were always popping up, Gin was very suspicious of what he had done while he was sleeping.

However, he never does things according to routines, and Ginjiu doesn't bother to ask.

After coming out of the bathroom, her long hair was tied into a ball on top of her head, and Gin walked around the room in wet slippers.

Lancer, who was having a barbecue on the balcony, didn't wait for the man to come over. When he turned his head, he smiled at the man's appearance.

He whistled, with a bit of frivolity in his eyes: "You seem to be holding a head of ice cream on your head."

Gin, who was looking for a comb all over the room, was so teased by him that he forgot about what he had to do. Then he walked to the balcony, stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of Lancer's head several times to relieve his anger.

In the blink of an eye, both of them were sitting on the balcony, and the person who was turning over the meat turned into Gin.

Lancer squatted next to him and drooled at the scent: "I didn't expect you to have such a skill!"

Down to earth, really down to earth.

Gin grinned: "If you can't master this basic survival ability on the island, you won't be able to survive until now."

Lancer drew the barbecue stove from the blind box using points. I wonder if it was because there was no good luck bonus from gin, but the items drawn out this time were all daily necessities!

What's even more outrageous is that he also got a high-slit evening dress.

The kind that women wear.

Lancer always felt that this seemed to be a bad omen, and his whole body shivered.

He immediately put this idea behind him, then put out the barbecue rack he had drawn, and went to a nearby barbecue shop to pack some ingredients and roast them himself. While passing by a cheap store, he bought two sets of clothes for himself and Gin.

After all, wherever they go is impromptu, they rarely pack their luggage so carefully.

Lancer sighed silently as he glanced at the pair of cheap trousers worn by Gin, who was focused on the barbecue and didn't care at all.

Ah, this man is quite easy to make a living at!

Without the pressure of the task and the interference of outsiders, the two of them had a rare two-day holiday to enjoy leisurely.

In addition to going to a nearby gourmet restaurant to fill his stomach, the rest of the time was spent fishing at the beach.

Lancer likes fishing, but he is a bad fish. The fish never bite his rod. Gin just dropped the fishing rod casually and set a record of catching two fish in a row.

They all gave Lancer a red eye.

After finishing the pole, Lancer was carrying the bucket to soothe his wounded heart.

The hotel has a cook who can help clean up and cook the fish. Lancer plans to give the cook one to make sashimi and the other to make braised fish.

Unexpectedly, when they returned to the hotel at night, several police cars parked at the door of the hotel. It looked as if some murder had occurred inside the hotel. Even the door leading in and out of the hotel was sealed with isolation tape.

As they approached, police stopped them and prevented them from entering the hotel.

"Who are you? We can't enter here temporarily."

Gin's eyes glanced at the windows of the hotel's high-rise building, and he saw police personnel moving in front of a certain window.

Lancer asked, "Excuse me, officer, what happened inside? We are guests staying at this hotel."

Upon hearing this, the policeman immediately changed his expression and let them in for questioning by the police officer handling the case.

In fact, as expected by Lancer, the three people in the guest room had not left the guest room door for two to three days.

Although the proprietress always felt strange that no one answered the door when she went to deliver food, she thought that the customer had not returned, so she did not continue to disturb him.

It wasn't until the stench in the room could not be concealed that the proprietress opened the door with the backup key. After witnessing the tragic scene, she squatted in the bathroom and vomited.

The personnel of the inspection department determined the time of death of the deceased, and the police conducted routine questioning on Gin and Lancer to rule out the possibility that they had committed the crime.

Although Gin felt something was wrong, he still answered truthfully.

Because he really didn't know this happened.

After the pale-faced landlady walked out of the bathroom with the support of a female police officer, she saw Lancer and Gin carrying buckets, and immediately told the police: "Mr. Police Officer, these two were next door to the three guests after they checked in." The genius who moved in probably didn’t know the three people who were killed.”

The tall and thin young police officer frowned and said suspiciously: "But it's possible that they had enmity with these three people and followed them to the hotel after hearing the news!"

The landlady's lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something else.

At this time, the police officer from the forensics department said: "It's not what you think, officer. Judging from the traces on the scene, they should have had internal strife and killed each other, resulting in a tragedy."

Lancer clenched his fists and hid behind Gin, pretending to be frightened, "This is really scary!"

The man looked down at him.

Just dress it up!