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

Anyone who can come here at this time is not a good person.

Lancer silently took out the pistol from the system space and buried it under the pillow.

When the steady footsteps approached the hospital bed, Lancer suddenly sat up and pointed his gun at the visitor.

But when he looked at the other party's tall figure and pitch-black appearance, Lancer couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"How did you come?"

Gin hid the stun bat back in the pocket of his windbreaker and said to him: "I got news that your nemesis will come to assassinate you while you are in the hospital. I was worried, so I came over to take a look."

"Come with me," he said.

Lancer's face was dull for a moment. Soon, he came back to his senses and chuckled, raising the corners of his mouth.

"It's okay, don't worry, I've never been afraid of anyone."

Gin stretched out his hand and gently pinched his chin, bowed his head and kissed him on the cheek, whispering: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid something will happen to you."

"You are so clingy!"

Lancer pulled out the infusion needle from the back of his hand, lifted the quilt and got out of the hospital bed, and followed the man to the door of the ward.

Outside the door, the person left behind by the police seemed to have been knocked down by him, standing in the corridor, which was particularly eye-catching.

Unfortunately, there seemed to be no one on this floor at this time, which made it easier for the two of them to leave in a big way.

However, Lancer soon discovered something.

He led himself away from the stairs of the safe passage, not to go downstairs, but to go upstairs.

Lancer's eyelids twitched slightly and asked him: "Why do you want to go up there? You can sneak out through the hospital entrance at night, right?"

"The person who will help us is on the rooftop." The man turned around to comfort him, "Don't worry, I have already made arrangements."

Lancer reached out and grabbed the hospital gown a few times and smiled at him: "Okay."

[System: Why do no matter who they are, they always like to run to the rooftop? 】

The hibernated system finally appeared.

Just after it finished complaining to Lancer, a striking reminder sounded in his mind.

[System: Host, your mission "Survive the battle with Wendell" has not been completed yet, please hurry up. 】

The door to the rooftop was pushed open, and the cool night wind swept towards Lancer's face. He was so cold that he couldn't help but hug his arms while wearing only a hospital gown.

The man behind him pushed him onto the rooftop with firm strength, and then locked the door.

Lancer looked back at him, his lips curled up.

"Why don't you take off your coat and let me wear it?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then his hand slowly grabbed his windbreaker jacket.

But before he could take it off, he heard Lancer smile again and say: "Forget it, my boyfriend will be jealous if you do this."

"After all...you are not really him."

There was clarity in the young man's eyes. The man looked at him for a moment, then tore off the disguise on his face and threw away the wig and hat, revealing a face that looked familiar.

Not surprisingly, this was the face that belonged to the autopsy doctor in the scientific research hall. He was handed the face to the man with only the letter J written on it.

Lancer clicked his tongue and commented: "I didn't expect you to come here with such a face. It doesn't look like you at all."

Wendell said: "A skin or a body doesn't mean anything. It's the unique and shining soul that makes us reunite at this moment, are you right?"

When he said this, he seemed to have an extra gun in his hand, and the dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at Lancer.

Wendell's gentle and peaceful face revealed a madness that did not match his appearance.

He gritted his teeth and said with a hateful smile: "I thought that the end of us was the best ending. I didn't expect that you and I would meet again after death. This time, I must let you die in front of me! "

Lancer raised his hands in regret and said, "What a pity. I originally hoped that when we meet again, we can catch up on the past."

"Tell me about how I obliterated your original clones, how your experiment failed at the last moment, and who your crush is... Ah, it doesn't matter anymore, he I was still calling your name before I died!"

[System: Damn! You have to stimulate him, right? I don’t want to delete the files and start over again, I beg you to shut up! 】

As expected, Wendell was so stimulated that his eyes turned red, his eyes looked fierce, and the joints of his fingers holding the gun were so tight that they turned white.

"Why do you want to kill him?! He has never provoked you, why do you have to attack him!"

The smile on Lancer's lips slowly faded, and his eyes became colder than the cold night.

At this time, the door leading to the stairway was kicked loudly. It must have been the policewoman who came to change the shift and found out that Lancer was taken away and chased after him.

The two of them ignored the movement on the door. Lancer looked at Wendel's eyes as fierce as snakes and said calmly: "He begged me himself, Wendell, he begged me to help him get out of your control. "

"You're talking nonsense! How is that possible?! I obviously love him so much——"

"Does your love mean to implant a chip in his body, eavesdrop on his conversations with others, and make him have no dignity at all? Or lock him in your research institute and force him to drink various mind control drugs? Drugs to make him obey your orders?"

"Wendell, although a person of my background is not qualified to say this, but even in the doomsday era when you have to abandon your conscience in order to survive, you should not do this to a man with outstanding abilities and a sound personality. Something to hurt him.”

Lancer looked at the man who was going crazy in front of him and said calmly: "Everything he encountered was brought about by you. He desperately hopes that he can be freed, so I left a weapon for him."

It was not that he killed that person, but that person himself chose death.

"No, that's impossible." Wendell forced himself to calm down, thinking that everything Lancer said was lying to him, so he cocked the gun and moved his index finger slightly.

"I've had enough of you, I won't believe a word you say!"

"go to hell!"

At the same time, the door on the rooftop was kicked open with a bang, and Officer Sato rushed in with his gun raised, warning Wendell.

"Put down the gun! Huh? Wait, aren't you the expert during the day?!"

Wendell dodged sideways, strangled Lancer's neck, put the pistol against his head, and sneered: "I also want to thank you stupid police officers for bringing the target I want to get rid of to me. !”

Miwako Sato was immediately shocked, "What did you say?!"

"Today, I will take him to hell with me!"

Lancer taunted him: "Did you know that villains usually die from talking too much? If I were you, I would have fired right now."

"Are you still arrogant at this time? Do you think I dare not kill you?"

Just when Wendell was actually about to shoot, he was interrupted again.

Conan's voice came from the door——

"Lance! Turn around!"

A football flew towards them!

[System: Although Ke Xue is late, he has arrived. 】