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

Gin didn't think highly of that woman.

Foolish, with clear stupidity in his eyes.

If you still lead others recklessly when the situation is not good for you, it is natural that you will end up like this.

But Gin didn't expect that she would happen to be hiding in the hotel where they were staying, and she would happen to be bumped into by Lancer.

Speaking of which, this guy's ability to recognize their identities is impressive.

Lancer pointed his finger at his chin, trying to remember.

"Well...that woman said, you are very powerful."

Gin looked at him steadily, "What else?"

"No more." Lancer shrugged, "The drug had taken effect at that time, and I thought she wouldn't live long, so I left first."

After all, there are still some aftermaths to deal with.

Gin asked him: "Speaking of which, I still don't know how you let that woman die? Did you also use tissue medicine?"

Drug A is indeed very useful, but the side effects are also fatal.

Once it doesn't kill, things get tricky and the consequences are endless.

I saw Lancer waving his beautiful and slender fingers in front of the man's eyes a few times, his elegant fingers changing different movements, and finally when he picked up Gin's hand, he put a tube of medicine in his palm.

Gin raised the potion in the glass tube and looked at it, "What is this?"

"Hallucinogens."

"Can it kill someone?"

"Just enough."

Seeing that Gin seemed to be very interested in the potion, Lancer folded his hands and put them behind his head, smiling: "I originally thought this thing would have no use, and I haven't looked at it since I got it. After all, when I do anything, I always confront others head-on."

Like a robbing bandit, Gin put the hallucinogen directly into his pocket.

He was like a leader giving a notice: "I've taken it."

Once this thing comes into Gin's hands, I'm afraid one won't be enough.

The young man responded with a smile.

He was always generous with gin.

Several turmoils in Kobe were caused by them, but the aftermath did not affect the two of them. The vacation days may have been too leisurely, and the senior leaders in the organization finally couldn't sit still.

That gentleman sent a message to Gin, asking him to return to the organization as soon as possible. It was said that there was a group meeting about to be held.

Lancer was not happy when he heard this, "There are only a few people in charge, and the organization is not big enough. How come we still need to hold any meetings!"

He turned to look at Gin: "Will you hold an annual meeting at the end of the year to select the top 1 best elites in the organization? How much will the bonus be?"

Being ridiculed in a weird way, Gin also raised the corner of his mouth, "If we are not forced to clear up each other's background at the end of the year, it will open the boss's eyes."

"Members in the organization have different hearts and minds. Especially Rum has cultivated many powerful confidants. Everyone is staring at me and eager to replace me."

It sounds like the relationships within organizations are indeed complex.

Lancer snorted unwillingly. He took out two tickets from his pocket and said depressedly: "Tickets for Takarazuka are hard to get, and the location is so good. It seems that you won't be able to see them now... "

Seeing his wilted look, and even the dull hair on the top of his head showing a sense of loss, Gin stopped smoking for a moment, then reached out and rubbed his head several times.

"This time, don't follow me."

Lancer raised his eyes and looked at him, "Huh? You want me to occupy two seats to watch?"

"If you want, you can lie down and watch." Gin remained expressionless, but there was an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

"Why?" Lancer didn't understand. "You're not going to take me with you this time? I'm your good foreign aid!"

He put his hands on his hips disapprovingly.

Gin: "..."

[System:...This statement is really novel! 】

"You don't need to be exposed in front of others for the time being." Gin said, "What if you change when I take you back, wouldn't you become a dish on other people's tables?"

If you care, you care. Why do you say it so horribly?

Just when Lancer wanted to buy some time with him, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Judging from the voice, it must be the college student who works part-time as a cleaner in the hotel.

"Um... are you here, my guest? The chef said that your meal is ready. Please move to the restaurant to eat."

The voice was soft and weak, and it seemed that the other party's personality should be very introverted.

Lancer sighed and looked up at Gin: "Can you at least finish this meal with me before leaving?"

The man had already begun to change his clothes and checked his gun.

It's just a pity that Gin seems to be in a hurry to go back and doesn't even have time to accompany him for this meal. Lancer decided to accompany him to a nearby parking lot to pick up the car and see him off.

As he walked through the park entrance behind the hotel, Lancer glanced inside casually, as if he saw something, and his depressed mood gradually improved.

Gin put on a black top hat, and when she followed his gaze, she saw a man and a woman talking on a branching path, and then they hugged each other inseparably.

Gin couldn't understand, what's so good about this?

But there was always a smile on Lancer's lips, as if he was envious.

When he walked to the car, Lancer kept looking back from time to time. He didn't notice that Gin had stopped, so he bumped into his back.

Gin was fine, but Lancer was almost knocked backwards by the strong reaction force. Thanks to the man who pulled him up.

Gin asked: "Why are you distracted? Do you know that couple?"

Lancer covered his sore nose and shook his head, "No, I just feel... pretty good."

"You mean their feelings?"

"Well... both." Lancer blinked, trying to hold back the tears that were so painful that they were about to burst out of his eyes.

His bright eyes curled up, easily reminding Gin of past events, and his mood became restless and irritable.

His hand rubbed the lighter in his pocket, and his fingers quickly clenched it.

I am used to living a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife, so I don’t feel how difficult and painful the past life was. But Gin still remembered that he used to dare not close his eyes at night for fear of being killed, and saw the bright crescent moon through the tattered and leaky roof.

He didn't yearn for it, he just thought it looked good.

Lancer didn't notice the man's complex eyes hidden under the brim of his black hat, and just chuckled to himself.

"I used to live very tiredly. I felt like everyone around me wanted to kill me, and I felt very uneasy every moment. I was like this, and so were others. We were all cold, vigilant, and wary, so I never saw them like that. Hot emotions."

"Although the world is also dirty and dirty, I have never felt as peaceful as I do now."

For the first time, he felt that living like this didn't seem like a bad thing.

[System: I'm so happy...]

Lancer's chin was pinched, and when he was confused, a hat was suddenly stuffed into his hand.

Then he was pulled in front of Gin, who leaned down and felt a little warmth on his forehead.

The silver hair follows the hat in a beautiful arc as the wind disappears.

They said goodbye temporarily in early autumn.