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

"When the police arrived at the scene, the suspect who looked very similar to Lancer had no vital signs. After we dug you and Lancer out from under the collapsed house, we collected the DNA, fingerprints, and even the DNA of Lancer and the deceased. We also compared the blood types and found that this is indeed the same situation as you described..."

"This is really an incredible thing!"

Officer Megure touched the back of his head and felt that his CPU was almost burning out.

He has been working in the industry for decades and has never seen such a bizarre case.

But whether it is judging from the restored surveillance video or the results of scientific forensic comparison, this case cannot simply be blamed on Lancer.

"At present, we have contacted several accomplished experts in genetics at the scientific research association and are ready to consult them on relevant matters."

Conan asked: "Where are the Lancers now?"

"In another ward, he will be closely guarded by our police personnel until he is officially cleared of suspicion."

In a certain ward——

Lancer was lying on the hospital bed looking straight at the ceiling. There was a chubby policeman eating lunch in the room.

His police officer ID was shown to Lancer. Lancer couldn't remember his name, but he did remember that his surname seemed to be Chiba.

The efficiency of the police's work should not be very high. By the time they prove their innocence, it might only be a few months later.

Is there anyone in this world who really fully understands genetic cloning?

Lancer used the floating light panel provided by the system to search for relevant information, and only found a few cases of animal gene cloning on the Internet, but these cloned animals did not live long.

Sighing, Lancer retracted the arm with the infusion tube into the quilt and turned over secretly.

The timing of the drone's appearance was crucial and it helped him a lot.

Sure enough, without Conan's intervention, Gin could still display his strength normally!

In order to make this plan go smoothly, Lancer tried to hand over the control of the drone to Gin, so that he who was inconvenient to show up could participate in the action behind the camera and help him eliminate some accidents. possibility.

I thought the system would take the opportunity to deduct a large amount of points from him, but I didn't expect that there would be no obstacles when the authority was transferred.

This surprised Lancer.

After this operation, the compatibility value between him and Gin increased a lot, but Lancer still didn't know what its use was.

The only pity is that this rescue mission failed.

[System: The behavioral logic of the replica deviated from yours, which caused you to see their corpses as soon as you entered the factory laboratory. 】

Lancer thought: There is a deviation, but not too big.

This replica is more like the person who has not received any warmth before. He is contemptuous of life, disdainful of things, and acts wantonly. If he suffers a loss, he must pay it back.

The institute was the place where he was nurtured. After he was injured, he thought he would be treated and rescued by the hospital, but instead he was abused by the medical staff who were colluding with the institute. Later, he was even used as a drug experiment in the factory...

Lancer had these memories, and so did the replica, so while planning to lure Lancer out, he found several places to take revenge.

Lancer was too lazy to think about it anymore. He just wanted to wait for his injuries to heal and go see Gin as soon as possible.

On the other side, Gin and the others finally found the location of the person communicating with him by tracing the communicator signal on the replica's hand.

Bomore touched his chin.

He stayed up all night for today's arrangements, and now the stubble around his mouth is sprouting.

"How about it? Are you going to get someone now?" Bomore looked at the position of the red dot on the map and thought: "No wonder that guy just took the potion from the research institute and did not touch other people here. Feelings are so important The guy stayed at the first place where he was attacked!"

The so-called darkness under the lamp is just that.

Gin hummed and asked casually: "Who is the person behind this research institute? Show me the information."

Quickly, Kamu retrieved the relevant information and turned the laptop in front of Gin.

"The person in charge is Professor Fukuda, who is the vice president of the Scientific Research Association. In addition to him, the members of the institute also include two female assistants, an intern, and a doctor who has just joined the institute."

"I have investigated his online chat records. He often uses the code name J to communicate with colleagues. He seems to be a member of the Tokyo Scientific Research Association..."

After Camu said these words, he saw Gin's expressionless face, his brows gradually furrowed, and finally relaxed.

The corners of his mouth twitched up, as if he had foreseen something, and his tense body suddenly relaxed.

He slowly leaned back on the chair.

"Go to the hospital."

As soon as the man came to his conclusion, everyone looked at him in surprise, including Bomore.

"I know you're worried about your young master being hospitalized, but if we don't remove the root cause now, he won't be lying in a hospital bed in the future."

Kamu secretly stretched out his hand and pinched his waist. Bomore endured the pain with a ferocious look on his face, and forced a smile under Gin's delicate eyes.

He almost slapped himself in the mouth: "I was just talking nonsense..."

Pomaro sneered and asked Gin: "Have you really decided? Just go to the hospital?"

"Yeah." Gin crossed his arms and tapped his fingers lightly. "Let's go over there and wait."

At the hospital, experts invited by the police came specially to extract detailed DNA samples from the corpse and Lancer.

When police officer Mu Mu raised relevant questions to these scientists and experts, he received ambiguous answers.

"What do you mean it's difficult to do it with current technology but it's not impossible? Isn't science very rigorous?"

The female police officer from the Metropolitan Police Department complained to her colleagues outside the door, her voice so loud that even Lancer in the ward could hear it clearly.

Another male voice that sounded somewhat familiar comforted her: "Okay, okay, Officer Sato, we don't know much about this kind of thing. Let's leave it to the experts to solve it... It's almost the patient's rest time. If you are so loud in the hospital, you will disturb others!"

"That's right... Then I'll come for you and Qianye later. You guys have to work hard and don't be lazy!"

As the clear sound of flat-heeled shoes on the floor faded away, Lancer's ears finally became quiet, and he covered his head and fell asleep for a while.

I don’t know how long it took, but someone knocked on the door again.

Officer Chiba in the ward went to open the door, but as soon as the door was opened, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Lancer woke up instantly and opened his eyes from his sleep.