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

The airship landed in Sapporo, and although Rum said he wouldn't do anything to them for the time being, everyone was searched before leaving the airship.

Even Belmode is no exception.

It wasn't until Amuro spoke a few words of comfort that her face became slightly better.

Rum planned to entertain everyone in Sapporo, but out of the instinct to stay away from trouble, almost everyone rejected his kindness.

Although Lancer was very interested in his subsequent actions, in order not to expose Gin's identity, he decided to go to other places with Gin. If there was a chance, they could go skiing in Hokkaido if it snowed.

However, after they got into the car with their two men, one of the people in charge of driving reported to Lancer, who was yawning in the back seat: "Master, someone is following behind."

Lancer stretched out slowly: "Rum is really determined to give up. What does he want from me?"

Vodka next to him still had his head lowered, but his habitually crossed legs revealed his identity.

Fortunately, the people in the car were all our own people.

"Vodka" didn't intend to say anything. He was addicted to cigarettes and just reached into his pocket, but found nothing.

Only then did someone remember his current identity and had no choice but to cross his arms and continue to endure.

After finding the B&B where he was staying, Lancer bought cigarettes from the vending machine and came back. When he handed the cigarette to Gin, the man asked, "Where's the lighter?"

"Hey, use this." Lancer scanned around the B&B and finally found a fire starter in the open kitchen.

It seemed to be used to light mosquito coils and stove fires, so it was placed in the cabinet.

After the man slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke, he stretched out his hand and put all five fingers on his face. When he took his hand away again, there was already a camouflage mask on his palm.

This is nothing unusual for Lancer.

To his surprise, there was a needle taped to Gin's mandible with transparent tape.

"Damn! Why can't Rum find the murder weapon? Isn't the place where you posted it too dangerous?!"

When Gin wanted to tear off the tape, Lancer slapped his hand away and said anxiously: "I'll do it! Don't move!"

The man was about to laugh, but Lancer stopped him fiercely: "Don't do it, if the pinhole pierces your skin, your life will be over!"

The man asked him: "What? You won't save me?"

Lancer glared at him angrily.

If it weren't for the inconvenience of fighting now, he really wanted to punch this guy twice - because he was favored, he had to take advantage of it, and there was no need to deal with it!

Lancer loved and hated him.

While I want to give him some color, I also feel that my beloved concubine is so pleasing to me and what’s wrong with me pampering him a little?

The tape stuck to the needle was torn off and brought up. When the whole thing was torn off, Lancer took a closer look and found that the tiny eye of the needle was blocked.

"You are smart, and you know how to block the eye of the needle."

Gin rubbed his almost numb jaw with his hand and said calmly: "In the past, in order to prevent the needle from being discovered, the assassination method would first pierce one's body and hide it in the skin. If the needle hole was not sealed, the mission would still be impossible. If you don’t finish it, you will lose your life first.”

Lancer was deeply shocked when he heard these words, and his heart was faintly touched.

He came closer and touched the man's lips gently, then pinched his ears and reminded: "I advise you to be careful. Even if you have nine lives, such wasteful words are not enough."

Gin in turn tightened Lancer's waist, leaving frenzied marks on his face and lips.

"Don't worry, I cherish my life now."

The curtains of the B&B were half-opened, and Lan huddled in a corner of the sofa, watching what Gin was doing on the notebook he brought. He suddenly remembered him as a teenager and couldn't help but ask him.

"By the way, what did you get from your young self?"

"The bottle?"

"Hmm." Lancer gestured, "It seems to be a green liquid, what's in it?"

"Eye."