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

Lancer looked at his surroundings, his scalp numbing.

This room is not a laboratory for operations, but a place similar to a conference room, slightly empty.

There are no other decorations except an extra-long table and two rows of chairs in the middle.

The problem is that this room has doors leading to three other directions.

Because it is a locked glass door, it is easy to see what is going on outside.

Seeing this, he couldn't hold himself any longer.

There were too many faces stuck on the glass door to count. They seemed to be controlled by something, like doomsday zombies, they only knew how to slam into the glass door.

In this case, it can really create a somewhat tense atmosphere.

If Lancer had been tied up.

The handcuffs on his wrists can be easily pried open, and there are electronic shackles on his feet. Although the effect is not known yet, if he resists fiercely, electric current will be released to paralyze him.

[System: Pediatrics has been used so badly that he actually dares to use it on you? What on earth was he thinking? 】

Lancer twitched the corners of his mouth and said nothing.

He did not rush to untie the restraints on his hands and feet, but looked around a few times amid the huge crashes and roars.

Immediately afterwards, the communicator connected to this room was suddenly turned on, making a sizzling sound of electricity.

Another person's voice came from the speaker, and his voice was exactly the same as Lancer's.

"Hi! Hello, Lancer Hughes...oh no, this name will be used by me from now on."

Lancer's eyelids twitched and he sneered, "What a wishful thinking!"

He didn't know if the other party could hear what he said, but he ignored him anyway, skipped the verbal quarrel, and started a direct battle with him.

"Although I don't know why you brought a child to me, he has now fallen into my hands and has become my hostage. If you dare to act rashly, I guarantee that his body will appear in front of you soon. before."

"What do you want?"

"Do you still remember what happened at the Dosec training base? You left behind those who trained you and fled there alone. The situation should be similar to now, right?"

In the main control room, Conan was keenly aware of Lancer's silence, and couldn't help but start searching for the place name Dosecco in his brain.

Is it a secret base in any country?

Suddenly, he received a slap on the back of the head, which caused Conan to scream in pain: "Why did you hit me?!"

The replica chuckled and said bluntly: "Don't think about it, brat, this place doesn't exist in your world."

"what?!"

The replica ignored him, but raised the communicator in his hand again, and said to Lancer who was trapped in the conference room: "If you can get out of here, I will give you someone to compete with me head-on." Chance."

As if he heard something funny, Lancer on the screen smiled disdainfully.

"If you want to confront me, I may not be willing to agree to it. Now you want to threaten me in turn?"

"..."

"Forget it, now that you're here, I'll accept your invitation."

In the surveillance video, as the glass door was smashed open with a bang, a group of factory personnel who were no longer under their control rushed in from the door.

Conan's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he opened his eyes nervously, not daring to miss a single scene.

After seeing those people irrationally starting to use local materials as weapons of attack, chairs and stool legs were taken at will, and then they made strange screams and whimpers, waving them in the direction of Lancer.

Just when they were about to hit Lancer, this guy unlocked the shackles on his hands and feet at the speed of light, and then threw the chair under him, knocking them down.

Unfortunately, at this time, the other two glass doors were also knocked open at the same time, so many people poured in from the three entrances.

Lancer instinctively wanted to get the gun from the system space, but after realizing that there was still surveillance on in this room, he twitched his lips and slowly retreated to the corner.

Gradually, the people in the picture retreated into the blind spot of the surveillance camera. These irrational people roared like wild beasts, and finally rushed towards Lancer's location crazily!

"Lancer?! Lancer-!"

Conan jumped down from the chair. Even though his hands were still tied, he couldn't help but throw a glare at the cold man.

"You guy..."

Conan gritted his teeth in hatred, like a little beast that would pounce on him at any time.

However, the next moment, this replica with a relaxed expression walked up to him and grabbed his back collar as easily as he was carrying a bag.

Conan's hands were tied and he could only kick his legs to struggle.

"What are you doing?! Let me down!"

"Quiet." The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his head, finally allowing the famous detective to calm down temporarily.

The replica chuckled and said, "He won't die so easily! That guy must have used some props to escape from that room, right?"

"Props?" Conan opened his eyes in confusion.

Soon, this guy who looked exactly like Lancer came to the previously bifurcated corridor.

Conan saw him put on the mask with his other hand, then took out a tube containing a strangely colored medicine and held it tightly in his hand.

At this time, rapid footsteps came from the corner at the end of the corridor. Even though he moved very gently, the replica still heard it.

When the footsteps got closer and closer to them, the man immediately threw the medicine tube out, and it made a crisp cracking sound after hitting the ground.

As before, the air quickly dispersed thick fog, obscuring the figures of both parties.

It's just that it's a different color from the previous thick fog. This time it's a purple poisonous fog that looks very aggressive.

what is this?

Is this kind of harmful drug what the previous research institute has been studying?

Conan quickly covered his mouth and nose, even holding his breath and not daring to inhale the gas.

Fortunately, the replica doesn't plan to stay long.

After tricking Lancer, he escaped through another branch, passed through the door at the end, and locked the door from the outside.

This move made Conan want to curse.

"Asshole! There are so many people inside! Open the door quickly!"

"Please clarify." The replica strangled his neck with its arms and led him to a safe escape. "You are my hostage now, don't talk to me in this tone."

Conan couldn't bear it and bit him on the arm, but the replica swung a big bag and knocked him unconscious.

When he woke up again, he was already on the rooftop of this building.

[System: You guys are really interesting undercover. You always like to meet on the rooftop. 】

Lancer, who had chased him here, took off the gas mask on his face, opened his mouth towards the replica, and smiled sarcastically.

"You don't want to stage a show of Infernal Affairs here with me, right?"