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

"Then what kind of hatred do you have with the man who attacked you? Why would he go to such lengths to create a person exactly like you to deal with you, and even assassinate you after his own behavior was exposed?"

"Oh, that's easy to understand."

Lancer picked up the cup on the table, took a sip of coffee elegantly, and replied under their eager eyes: "He loves me, but I don't love him. As you know, feelings can make a person crazy to the point of losing his mind." Reasonable.”

"..."

There were many acquaintances gathered in Poirot Cafe. Lancer sat here after he was discharged from the hospital. A group of people, including Mouri Kogoro, asked him questions about related issues.

And the answer he gave was the same as the answer he gave to the police.

There was silence in the coffee shop for a long time, and in the end it was the ignorant child who was the first to ask questions.

Ayumi asked hesitantly: "Brother Lancer, are you...actually a girl?"

"Eh?" Lancer opened his eyes wide.

He opened his collar and glanced at his flat chest. This action caused the eldest daughter of the Suzuki family to scream wolfishly.

"I think I'm not. Why do you have such doubts? Ayumi?"

"But..." the little girl took the news newspaper, pointed at the man published in the newspaper and said: "The prisoner is a man. If you two are the same gender, how can you..."

She was a little unable to say the next words.

Hearing this, Lancer smiled on his gauze-covered face and raised his hand to gently touch Ayumi's head.

"You are too young now to think about such things. You will know when you grow up."

Everyone else looked awkward and hesitant to speak, but Conan seemed to have been used to it for a long time. He was holding the juice cup and biting the straw, showing no interest in what he was saying.

I thought it was all nonsense.

That day, under those circumstances, who would be the guy who would shoot and kill the prisoner?

If you ask Lancer, he will definitely not tell you.

Judging from the shooting distance, the other party should have used a sniper rifle. At first, Conan thought it was Mr. Shuichi Akai who did it, but after making the call, the other party was completely unaware of this.

Is it gin? But he was already dead.

Could it be that there is anyone else in the organization who has a particularly good relationship with Lancer?

Just at this time, Toru Amuro came over with a cake. He served a piece of the new cake to each table and invited them to try it.

When he reached Conan, he covered his mouth with his good hand and asked the blond man in a low voice.

"Mr. Amuro, do you have any clues about the person who shot that man?"

Toru Amuro blinked and shrugged innocently.

"I'm sorry, Conan, I haven't handled this case, and I may not know as much inside information as you."

"Then do you know who Lancer is closer to in the organization?" Conan carefully glanced at Lancer on the other side of the booth.

He was carefully tasting the taste of the new cake, and was having a great time chatting with Xiaolan and the other girls.

Toru Amuro shook his head, "No, I heard from others that his position in the organization is quite embarrassing. If it weren't for Gin's help, he might not be able to survive until now."

"And the news of Gin's death has not spread in the organization yet. I think he must have used some means to suppress the news - because once this incident spreads, the status he finally gained in the organization will be lost to other people. Take away the power..."

"There are no less fights within the organization than elsewhere."

There was something in Toru Amuro's words. After he finished speaking, he didn't give Conan a chance to ask further questions. He hugged the tray and smiled, then shrugged and left.

somewhere else...

Conan puffed out his cheeks and chewed the delicious cake, lost in thought.

At the same time, Lancer was enjoying the sweet food, sorting out the props in the system space, and was distracted by the chatter of the high school girls around him.

This mission gave some luck points, but Lancer hasn't yet seen where its effects are reflected.

The points mall directly gained 100,000 points due to the rewards of phased tasks. He randomly drew a ten-consecutive blind box, and ended up drawing a potion that was one of the three important components of the antidote to drug A.

It's not the same potion as the one I got last time.

The luck of co-writing is reflected here, right?

The rest are some double cards, clue cards, value sharing cards, and cosplay cards, etc. Strange prop cards that look useful but are actually not used at all under normal circumstances.

There are also some messy souvenir figures.

When he drew a full-scale figure of Kudo Shinichi, Lancer wanted to pinch his own flesh because he was about to suffocate.

This broken system is getting more and more extreme, and they even used this kind of prop to fool him!

He wants to complain!

[System: Uh! Don’t worry, host, this kind of figure comes in a set of five. As long as you collect a set of five figures with different shapes, you can summon a Kudo Shinichi to help you solve the problem! 】

Lancer:…

To be honest, this operation is a bit fantasy.

How about playing Dragon Ball here?

Moreover, it is hard to say whether the summoned Kudo Shinichi is here to help him solve his troubles or to solve him!

[System: In fact, it is equivalent to a replica of Kudo Shinichi. The usage period after each summon is only a few hours, not counting bugs. This is a reward available after defeating Wendell's stage mission. 】

"..."

Taking the time to look at Conan, Lancer was filled with sympathy.

He now has ptsd over the three words "replica", so he will talk about it later.

Lancer swallowed the last mouthful of cream, and the excited voice of Suzuki Sonoko also reached his ears. The young lady was clasping her hands together with an infatuated look on her face, and she didn't know which handsome guy she was fantasizing about in her mind.

"At this concert, I heard that there was a new song by Hisahito Sakagami! If I could hear his sexy singing voice, I would have no regrets in my life!"

Mao Lilan couldn't laugh or cry: "Yuanzi, you are too exaggerated!"

Singing voice?

Speaking of which, he had never heard Gin sing.

When you get back later, pester him and let him perform a performance.

Lancer took out his cell phone and planned to send him a text message, but he didn't want to be called by Miss Suzuki's name: "Hey, Lancer, you will go too, right? I got so many VIP tickets this time that I can't even share them. You should help me share the burden, right?"

Lancer was stunned, "But I don't even know the singer named Sakagami. Isn't that bad?"

"We've known each other since we went there! He's a new rock singer and he's very popular recently!"

"Then, will Conan go?"

"That brat? I will split my vote with him. Why do you mention this guy?" Suzuki Sonoko's eyes flickered back and forth between him and Conan, "I didn't expect you to be fascinated by that Conan guy too!"

Lancer smiled slightly, "That's right."

It's a ghost.

As soon as he left, wouldn't the deceased have made a reservation?

If the organization switches to the funeral industry, it might be very profitable.

Lancer sent Gin some sincere advice in the tone of a loyal subordinate, and a few seconds later, the man replied.

[That’s a good suggestion, please don’t suggest it again in the future. 】