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

The space behind the wine cabinet is not large and looks more like a study room.

The light inside is darker than outside, maybe because there are no windows.

Lancer walked in front, raising his gun on guard while raising his hand to touch the switch from the wall.

There was a snap, and the button clicked.

Their eyes were accidentally stimulated by the light, and they subconsciously protected their eyes with their arms, but they were afraid of an ambush inside and forced their eyes to open quickly.

Unexpectedly, except for the person who ran away just now and the deceased, no one else was here.

Yes, the dead.

There was an old man sitting on the chair behind the desk. He was leaning straight on the back of the chair, his eyes were closed, and there was a bullet hole that was still bleeding in the center of his forehead.

After confirming that there was no danger here, Lancer lowered his arms and looked around the small study room.

He glanced at the documents on the table and speculated: "It seems that the people who died in the corridor outside were all killed by the guy just now."

Lancer looked at the old man's face carefully and remembered his identity.

"He is... Rum's father?"

The young man Gin was searching for something near the desk. When he heard what he said, he looked at him in shock: "Do you know him?"

Lancer said: "I've met him once. He has the same virtue as Rum."

They are not the same thing.

After a moment of silence, the young man Gin slowly spoke: "After I was brought back to the organization by that gentleman, I was forced to work under this guy."

"Forced?" Lancer grasped the key point and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Did he catch you on anything?"

"I let go of a target I wanted to assassinate, but he caught me red-handed."

Let go? This doesn't sound like gin.

Lancer felt sour in his heart.

"Let him run away? That person won't follow you..."

"Isn't there anything clean in an adult's mind?" Young Gin interrupted him coldly, "Besides, I didn't mean to let that guy go."

Lancer felt a little ashamed.

He scratched his head, thinking that since they got together with Gin, the two of them behaved more and more wildly, and sometimes they didn't care about the place and the occasion.

People say that those who are close to the ink are black, and there is some truth in it.

"So it was a mistake? It doesn't matter. There will be opportunities to get rid of him in the future." Seeing the young Gin still looking through the desk drawer, Lancer asked curiously: "What are you looking for? Did you fall into his hands?" "

"No, if he is already dead, that gentleman shouldn't be able to pursue my case. I'm looking for something else... Can you help me move this desk?"

"of course."

Lancer always responded to his requests.

Pushing away the chair holding the body, Lancer and the boy worked together to move the desk to its original position.

Because the desk is made of solid wood, and there are a lot of things in the drawers and cabinets, the desk is quite heavy to move.

After letting go, Gin turned over the carpet under the desk and found a hidden compartment underneath.

After opening the raised floor, there is a metal box with a lock hanging on it.

Opening this kind of lock is a trivial matter for Lancer, but it may not be easy for Gin now.

The young man Gin took the pistol from his hand and fired at the lock, but the lock was still intact.

Lancer grinned and was caught by Gin.

The next moment, the metal box was thrown towards his face. Lancer caught it with both hands before his face could be distorted by the box.

The young man Gin said coldly: "Go out first, and then you can open it."

There was indeed nothing worth staying here any longer. Lancer put the box under his arm and looked around as he walked. Finally, his eyes fell on the blood-spattered newspaper on the desk.

He hesitated, rolled up the newspaper and took it away with him.

In order not to disturb other residents in the building, they took the stairs when leaving.

Not long after leaving the building, there was a huge explosion on the floor where the old man was located, and thick black smoke came out of the window.

Lancer, who was standing on the top floor a few buildings away, saw this scene through the telescope, and then unfolded the newspaper he had brought with him.

The content written above is a news report about the mysterious death of a rich man named Amanda Hughes and a talented shogi player.

Koji Haneda...

Lancer always felt like he had seen this name somewhere.

This news occupies a large page, and the fingerprints left by the deceased near the page can be seen on it, indicating that he is paying attention to this news.

Is this case related to the organization?

When Lancer was puzzled, he was suddenly poked in the back.

When Lancer turned around, he saw the young man holding the box in front of his eyes with a stinky face, and asked: "When do you plan to open this box?"

It's rare for him to ask for help from others, so Lancer succeeded in being a villain: "Is this your attitude towards asking for help?"

The pistol was loaded with a click, and the point poking at his waist was changed to the muzzle.

Lancer took a deep breath.

"I found it myself. I need to be pampered. I need to be pampered..."

He advised himself so.