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

Chapter 21 Who is to blame?

This time the situation is really critical.

While putting on the ventilator and being surrounded by ambulance personnel, Lancer quickly smoothed over the whole thing with his wise brain.

It was probably because his killing of the priest was exposed. The superiors sent Gin to investigate and confirmed that the priest's death was related to Lancer, and asked Gin to silence him.

The problem apparently arises with the priest.

He probably told the people above him the results of his test to prove that Lancer was suspected of being dropped. However, the gentleman changed his mind at a critical moment, and it is not difficult to guess that Gin's handiwork was involved.

Before he could think too much, Lancer fell asleep due to excessive blood loss.

When he woke up again, his whole body was wrapped like a mummy.

The system emitted a merciless electronic taunt, the beeps echoing through my mind.

"Shut up!" Lancer was so noisy that he had a headache, and he couldn't bear it and cursed.

It happened that Gin walked into the ward from the outside at this time. Seeing his nervous behavior, I couldn't help but be stunned.

Could it be that he was beaten stupid?

He asked: "Who are you talking to?"

Then, Gin noticed that this guy looked like he had a split personality. He quickly changed his ferocious expression and raised his head to smile at him.

"I'm talking to myself."

Gin: "..."

His hand that was about to take out the cigarette paused slightly, his suspicious eyes scanned Lancer, and finally he came to a conclusion——

"The brain is seriously injured."

Lancer took a few deep breaths, and it looked like he was in severe pain.

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "If you said that, then I would be so sad. After all, this is your masterpiece, isn't it?"

The ruthless man in black said coldly: "I can shoot more accurately. You have to be lucky that the gentleman changed his mind temporarily."

While he was talking, Vodka came in with a wheelchair, nodded to Gin and said, "Brother, everything is ready."

Hearing this, Gin walked to the bedside and picked up Lancer who was still on an intravenous drip.

Rarely had he been in close contact with someone in such an ambiguous position. Lancer's hands and feet panicked for a moment, his cheeks turned red, and his hands instinctively began to struggle.

"W-What? Let me go!"

[System: Wow! It’s a princess hug! 】

Damn it!

Lancer felt ashamed to see anyone.

The silver-haired man was as rude as ever: "If you dare to move, I will knock you out and take you to that person."

that person?

who is it?

Was he the big shot who gave the order to let him go?

With his thoughts in confusion, Lancer was placed in a wheelchair.

The infusion needle in his hand was almost completely withdrawn from the blood vessel due to his violent behavior. Gin glanced at it and pressed it back on him as if he had an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and reattached the white tape that was used to fix it.

"Hiss!" Lancer took a breath, and when he raised his eyes to look at the man again, he felt a little more sad.

Can't you be gentler?

Live alone.

Hanging the intravenous bottle on the shelf behind the wheelchair, Vodka pushed him out of the ward door with Gin's eyes.

The young man with a sickly face had dissatisfaction written all over his body.

There was a piece of gauze wrapped around the arm holding his cheek, from the slender wrist bone to around the elbow. The hospital gown seemed a bit loose on his thin body, making him look even more frail.

He was pushed into the elevator, watched Vodka press the number on the top floor, and asked casually: "Who are you taking me to see?"

Gin obviously didn't want to reveal anything more: "You'll find out when you go."

The elevator was rising, and the few dozen seconds seemed too long as Lancer waited with bated breath.

With a ding, the elevator door opened. The hospital corridor, which was supposed to be filled with sunlight, had no windows at all. It was pitch black, making people feel uncomfortable just looking at it.

Lancer seemed to remember something and raised his hand to take a look. There was nothing on it.

At this time, a cold white hand handed the ring engraved with a crow in front of him.

Although the man holding it was silent, he seemed to know exactly what Lancer was thinking.

"...Like a crow, hiding in this darkness." Lancer mockingly put the ring back on his index finger.

"Please lead the way, Gin."

When the young man said these words, he seemed to have changed.

Calm and relaxed.

It was exactly as the pastor described, completely different from the Lancer Hughes of before.

However, Gin has not seen what Lancer Hughes looked like before, so he will not comment on this.

They walked into the corridor and opened an ordinary door at the dark end.

As soon as he entered the door, Lancer felt a strong killing intent.

Turning his head, he saw that the guy named McCarron was staring at him in the dim light.

This man's face and body were all shrouded in shadow, except for his vicious and sinister eyes, which looked at him as if staring at a weak prey.

The strong instinct of resistance and the calm reason were fighting against each other, making Lancer look calm, but his hands were secretly clenched into fists, and his body was quietly tense.

To others, it looks like he is afraid.

It wasn't until he felt the sting of the needle on the back of his hand that Lancer managed to calm down and gently pressed his free hand on the purple-green back of his hand due to the long infusion.

Besides McCarron, there were two other people in the room. One sits behind a desk in the center, while the other is hidden in the darkness.

He deliberately concealed his aura. If it weren't for the systematic reminder, Lancer might really have ignored this person's existence.

"I have brought the person you asked for."

In the silence, Gin spoke first, breaking the weird atmosphere.

The person sitting behind the desk responded vaguely. He may or may not have spoken.

Lancer didn't hear clearly, but saw Gin put down his usual cold demeanor and actively stood in an empty space in the room, while Vodka exited the room.

Which status is higher or lower can be seen at a glance.

A man with ancient words but a very young voice suddenly asked: "Lancer, you were responsible for Macallan's death, right?"

Lancer glanced at the beast-like guy and changed his words: "Isn't he standing there nicely? How can you say I killed him?"

The gentleman behind the desk smiled and said, "I forgot, let me repeat it again - Macallan is the code name of the pastor, and the pastor is a pair of brothers born from eggs."

In other words, one codename is used by two people.

So there will be two priests, or two Macallans.

This can also explain why the crimes committed by the priest near the auditorium have not been suspected by the police so far. The brothers can work together to create an alibi.

Lancer suddenly said, "If you say that, I will understand."

"Then do you admit that you killed McCarron, who was a priest?"

"No." Lancer still denied.

McCarron over there could no longer hold back, and said in a cold tone: "It was clearly you who did it! Do you still want to deny it?"

"I have an alibi! I was drinking coffee in a coffee shop at the time, and this matter has nothing to do with me. If someone really wants to kill him, it's because bullets don't have eyesight. Who can blame him?"

The young man's tone sounded extremely troubled, but also full of innocence.

Gin had to admire his courage and looked at him a few more times.