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

"So, you have nothing to do with the priest's death? How does Camu explain it?"

That gentleman's voice was low and gentle, and he was very seductive. He was like a devil in the skin of an angel, and could plunge people into hell at any time.

Lancer's eyes twitched, "Was he there at the scene? Maybe he was playing clay shooting."

"You are the one who is talking nonsense! As you just said, you were in the coffee shop at the time - if you hadn't participated in the operation, how would you have known the time when my eldest brother was killed?!" McClun had a grumpy temper, and his serious The angry pastor brother is two completely opposite people.

He asked the gentleman: "He is not from our organization anyway, sir, why don't you let me get rid of him!"

Listening to McCarron's excited tone, Lancer had no doubt that he would shoot himself to death while no one was paying attention.

Lancer smiled calmly, "Not from the organization? McCarron, are you implying that I am an undercover agent who has infiltrated the organization?"

"Aren't you?"

"Then do you have evidence?" The corners of the young man's mouth raised slightly, and his hands were clasped together as if to show weakness, but the cold tone when he spoke was in sharp contrast to his frail appearance.

"You're not going to conclude that I'm an undercover agent just based on the pastor's words, are you?"

McCarron stared at him sinisterly, "Then how do you explain that you knew the time when my eldest brother was shot?! You must have teamed up with outsiders to attack my eldest brother..."

"Of course I know, because I knew someone was going to kill him, so I came all the way to watch the show." Lancer interrupted, his tone calm and indifferent.

Gin, who was dutifully acting as a decoration, had a sharp look in his eyes after hearing his words.

His eyes were fixed on the young man's profile, and he really admired him as he sat in a wheelchair and talked.

Lancer no longer looked at McCarron, but looked at the unknown man sitting in the seat, and said with confidence: "No matter how clever a person's disguise is, there will still be a way to be exposed. Since I have ordered to execute him, It was taken back by my husband, so he should already know whether I am an undercover agent in disguise."

"Test DNA on my blood."

[System: Fortunately, it’s soul wear. If I were wearing this, the host would have told me to stay here~]

The room suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at the dim figure who was drowning in the darkness.

The light and shadow outline his outline, like the fangs of the devil, or like a silent flame forbidden by time, which will devour people if they are not careful.

After a while, he opened his mouth.

"Lancer Hughes, the child in front of me does have the blood of my Karasuma family flowing in his body, and he is a trustworthy descendant of the family."

After getting the exact answer, Lancer casually cast a regretful look at McCarron and said, "It seems that your eldest brother made something wrong. I am also very sorry for such a result."

After that, he shrugged.

But McCarron didn't hear any apology in his tone. Instead, he felt that this guy was provoking him.

"I didn't expect the priest to leave in such a way... But McCarron, if this matter really needs to be investigated, it should start from the time he submitted wrong information. Continuing to have a meaningless fight will only waste your time. …”

The man's advice, which seemed regretful and sighing, made Macallan even more angry.

In the end, he could only choose to swallow this breath and bow deeply to the man.

"Don't worry, I'm not a short-sighted person."

"Then, the pastor will leave the matter at hand to you, McCarron. If you have any special needs, you can always ask Rum for help."

In the darkness, the bystanders who had never spoken a word slightly raised their hands to signal.

Rum?

Lancer narrowed his eyes and frowned, but he still couldn't see clearly what the man looked like.

[System: Don’t look at the host. This is a key figure. You can’t see his appearance based on your current plot exploration progress. 】

Lancer: Is this co-writing an ad placement? If you want to see clearly the face under the mosaic, do you have to go deep into the game experience?

He breathed out angrily, successfully getting the gentleman's attention.

"Of course, Lancer, although you haven't fully recovered from your injury, I heard that your skills are very good now. I believe that with the help of Gin, you will be able to complete the tasks assigned to you by the organization as soon as possible."

On the surface, it sounded like he was praising him, but in fact, he was urging him to start work earlier.

Lancer realized two words: now.

So what was "him" like before?

"Of course, sir."

Lancer secretly grinded his teeth, and the last two words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

I don’t know what kind of silent instructions the gentleman gave, but the sculpture-like Gin finally moved.

He came over, turned Lancer's wheelchair around, and then pushed him out of the door.

After the door was closed again, Rum finally reached out and turned on the floor lamp next to him in the darkness. The bright light made him cover one of his eyes in discomfort.

Macallan, who had always been at odds with Rum, sneered.

Rum didn't care at all and said to himself: "He is a pretty amazing guy...if he can honestly promise not to betray."

The gentleman showed some surprise.

"...You seem to have a higher opinion of him than Gin."

"Of course. Can a legitimate descendant of the Karasuma family be no better than a chess piece?"

"For me, chess pieces are sometimes more reliable than the blood connected to them..."

Outside the door——

"Ha... haha!" After Lancer was pushed out, he felt an inexplicable chill, which made him sneeze heavily.

In the end, he naturally grabbed Gin's clothes, wiped a handful on his nose, and then let go.

Completely ignoring Gin's darkened expression.

"Is the weather going to cool down? It's so cold!" Lancer rubbed his hands and hugged his shoulders, "Can you send me back to the ward as soon as possible? This beautiful silver-haired beauty - ugh!"

His mouth was covered.

Gin's cold words sounded behind his head: "Don't you think you are very humorous?"

When Lancer was almost suffocated, he waved to the waiting vodka, squeezed out two tears and tried to pretend to be pitiful.

In the end, this idiot tried to persuade her, but her words were hard to hear.

"Brother, if he dies here, it will be difficult to explain to that gentleman. If you are really angry, we will deal with him after we leave this floor."

Lancer: Are you polite?

[System: Is this a loyal dog? Love it, love it! Silly loyal dog x cold queen, I’m so awesome~]

Eating anything will only harm you!

Lancer roared angrily inwardly.

In the end, Gin really let go, not because he was persuaded, nor because of his own thoughts.

It was Lancer's bitch who licked his hand, which made him feel disgusted.

"You'd better sleep with your eyes open tonight."

So said Gin, whose murderous intent was evident.