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

The clock shop looks very old from the outside, but the furnishings inside give people a good impression.

This store is slightly larger than other businesses, probably because there are various clocks and watches of different colors and styles displayed from the counter to the walls. The bright watch cases and light-reflecting glass or gemstone dials make this store more attractive. The store looks very luxurious and noble.

Lancer saw a floor clock as soon as he entered the door.

The gold and copper watch body has been wiped so reflective that it can even clearly illuminate the figure.

There is an owl sculpture hanging above the clock dial, and the only thing vivid is the pair of dark eyes.

There was no waiter to greet customers in the store, only an old man who was immersed in precision machinery repairing watches.

His hair is gray and he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his ears - this may be a symbol of a cultured person.

The long glasses chain hangs from the temples and goes around the back of the old man's neck, making the whole person look elegant.

Lancer thought of Gin's rare literary appearance and couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the man a few more times.

As a result, the man's hand fell on his head and rubbed it evilly a few times. His beautiful short silver hair was ravaged and turned into a messy chicken coop in an instant.

Remembering the purpose of his trip, Lancer called out to the old man several times: "Boss, repair the watch!"

As a result, the old man didn't raise his head or speak. He was still busy doing his work with his head down.

Thinking that there might be a language barrier, Lancer asked again in the local language, but there was still no movement from the other party.

This is quite curious.

He raised his head and looked at Gin. The man stretched out his hand towards him, his calloused fingers still slightly bent, and hooked him.

Lancer's face turned red when he was teased, and he sluggishly took what he had previously thought was a wine bottle cap out of his pocket and put it in his hand.

Gin's fingers passed through his palm, he took the token calmly, and dropped it directly on the workbench in front of the old man.

Finally, the old man slowly raised his head from the pile of small parts, narrowed his eyes and stared at Gin looking up and down for a long time.

"Take a step to speak." Gin said in a low voice.

And this old man from a foreign country named Nick actually understood his neon language and took off his glasses and made a gesture of invitation.

Lancer: "..."

He looked like a fool for saying hello in both languages.

[System: Indeed. 】

Old Nick stood up from his chair, walked to the door of the shop and stuck his head out to look left and right, appearing very cautious.

Finally, he used a very thin and long crowbar with a hook on the top to pull the rolling shutter door down from above and locked it.

Then close the door of the store tightly and lock it.

Nick made an inviting gesture and led them to a wall with many clocks hanging on it. Then he opened the cover of a certain clock and turned the hour hand on it.

The mechanical gears made a creaking sound, and after three turns, a door suddenly opened on the wall.

Lancer applauded silently in his heart.

Amazing! People in this world can create their own secret passages at will, which is really a great experience!

Behind the secret door is a dark room, which is the same as the warehouse in Bart's private villa. It is filled with all kinds of goods covered with black cloth.

Stacked up in large and small sizes, it’s quite impressive.

Walking further inside, there is a small tea room that requires turning on the lights to see. Although there were windows, they were sealed with iron bars from the outside so no one could get in.

Nick carefully closed the curtains, then placed the token button on the table and invited the two of them to sit down and talk.

"Bart is very suspicious. He allows you to come here to find me, which shows that he trusts you."

Lancer curled his lips and snorted secretly in his heart.

Not always.

"If you have anything to ask, just ask." Nick picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured a glass of wine for each of them. "Of course, if it involves guest privacy, I won't answer."

Lancer twitched his lips and said boringly: "Then we have nothing to say."

Old Nick laughed a few times and turned to look at Gin, always maintaining a decent smile on his face.

After Gin stared at the wine glass for a few times, he suddenly said: "It's understandable that you help people pick up goods and make profits from transactions. But you have leaked the secrets of customers several times, and now you say this to me By the way, isn’t it a little late?”

Lancer noticed that the smile on Nick's face froze for a moment. It seemed that what Gin said was probably true.

Soon, Nick returned to his original appearance and began to act stupid: "I don't know what you are talking about. If you don't have anything else to ask..."

"Bart must have spent a lot of money to buy information about the trading partners from you, right? He recently collected several valuable treasures on a large scale, and the previous owners who owned them all died mysteriously. What's more, they all He is a regular customer who has done business with you..."

"Am i right?"

The familiar corners of his mouth opened, and the man showed his strong white teeth, like a shark in the deep sea eyeing its prey.

Fierce and dangerous.

Hearing this, Lancer whistled, surprised and admiring at the same time, "So there is such a thing? That Bart doesn't look like an honest guy."

He shifted his gaze to the face of Nick, who was trying to remain calm, and threatened Gin one by one: "Listen to me, sir, Bart is not a soft-hearted guy who wants friendship. You know so many of his secrets, why don't you If not, one day he will silence you."

"It's all business anyway. Doing it with him or doing it with us is the same."

People say they can’t see the coffin without shedding tears, but at this point, Nick still insists on his opinion, which gives Lancer a headache.

"In that case..." Before Gin could finish his words, a bullet suddenly shot in from the window, just grazing Nick's shoulder.

Lancer pushed him down on the table without thinking, and said to Gin in a cold voice: "Watch him!"

Then he took out the rifle from the system space, set it up through the edge of the window, and looked for people based on the angle at which the other party shot.

Gin, on the other hand, looked at his hand pressing on the back of Nick's neck and was still a little unresponsive.

Was this guy... just giving him an order?

Although the man hummed, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

[System: Oh oh~ Although it is a bit inappropriate, host, I still want to tell you - your husband is in a good mood now! 】

Lancer: It’s my wife!

[System: OK~]

The tone is quite perfunctory.

After squatting at the target's position, Lancer aimed at the opponent's position and fired a shot. The opponent did not move again for a long time.

Upon seeing this, Lancer turned around and motioned for them to leave, so the three of them moved to the dark room where the goods were stored.

However, after entering the dark room, through the thin wall, I could hear the sound of someone smashing into the store. I guess the other party came prepared.

Lancer patted Nick's back with one hand, grinned while holding the rifle: "Are you really not going to say it?"