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

When Gin put out his cigarette and was about to get up to find trouble with Conan, Lancer held him down.

"Didn't I tell you before? No matter what, Kudo Shinichi and the girlfriend next to him can't move."

"Why?" Gin asked him.

The man's eyes looked a little cold at this moment, and he leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair.

This gesture clearly expressed dissatisfaction.

Lancer rubbed his forehead and felt a severe headache.

Unable to think of any excuse to conceal or tactfully explain, he said self-deprecatingly: "Because the world revolves around them. If we get rid of them, this world, including you and me, will disappear from this world."

Gin originally wanted to say, are you kidding me?

But he carefully observed the expression on Lancer's face, and listened quietly to his thoughts. After all, the sarcastic words came to his lips, but he still didn't say them out.

A person can lie, but he will not lie to himself in his heart.

Gin couldn't help but begin to wonder what kind of world he was in.

"That's how things are in this world. Some people are destined to be the protagonist from the moment they are born, while others are destined to go through hardships and go on a road full of darkness and thorns."

Gin is such a person.

His life was doomed from the moment he was picked up on Death Training Island.

Just like Camus, just like Bomore.

Once you embark on this dark road, you cannot turn back.

"Do you mean to keep him alive and become a bullet that can hit the heart of the organization at any time?" Gin narrowed his eyes slightly, exuding an aura of "I'm very unhappy" from head to toe.

"Keeping him will definitely become a problem for us."

Lancer scratched his head, put his hand to support his chin with some regret, and said, "It would be great if I could take you out of this world. Even if we live in another place, we will definitely be able to live a good life."

Gin glanced at him coldly: "Being a cowardly deserter has never been my style."

"So, we have to find a balance." Lancer already had a plan in mind and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously. "Where there is light, there must be darkness. He wants absolute justice, which is not that easy."

The young man was sitting in the noisy restaurant, looking indifferent and unconcerned with the world. At this moment, Gin seemed particularly charming.

Gin suddenly raised the corners of his lips and asked him: "Should I trust you with my life?"

"Huh?" Lancer's eyes widened in surprise, "I thought you had entrusted me with your whole life!"

The man turned away and looked out the window: "I'm going to vomit."

When he was about to take out a new cigarette from his pocket, he suddenly heard a loud scream coming from the young man's heart——

【Cute~】

My fist suddenly feels itchy, what should I do?

This case is probably the most stressful one Conan has ever solved.

Not only must the person in charge of the restaurant be notified so that the suspected guest cannot leave the restaurant, but he must also pay attention to the movements of Lancer and the man when looking for clues.

Conan was distracted from time to time, so he missed a lot of clues. When listening to Sera Masumi's explanation of the case, it went in one ear and out the other.

Finally, Sera Masumi saw his absent-mindedness, so he bent down and took the initiative to reach Conan's ear and asked him: "Hey, Conan, you always peek in the direction of those two men, are you suspicious of them? "

Conan was stunned for a moment, and instinctively wanted to lie and deny.

"Uh-huh, no..."

"I've met that guy named Lancer. I remember he has a very good relationship with the man named Amuro from the Poirot Cafe. I haven't seen him since the last concert we saw together."

"Uh……"

"Is there something wrong with this guy?"

Now Conan has not broken the window with Sera Masumi at all. At present, he can only act like he doesn't know anything and pretend to be dumbfounded.

"No! Sister Xiaolan and I just went to say hello to them because we knew him."

"Then do you know the guy opposite him who always has a cold face?" Sera Masumi revealed to him: "I suspect that he has a bad background and is probably a bad guy from some bad gang!"

Conan: "..."

You were right, why didn't you call the police and arrest them?

As if aware that someone was talking about them behind their backs, Gin's unfamiliar face turned towards the direction where Conan and Sera Masumi were, and his narrow eyes like eagle eyes stared at the two of them.

Conan immediately shuddered and hurriedly took Sera Masumi's hand and turned around, smiling dryly at her: "Sister Sera, let's discuss this case first! Did you find anything?"

Although he changed the topic abruptly, Sera Masumi obviously didn't mind.

She just glanced in that direction with her peripheral vision, then pursed her lips and told him about her discovery.

"It's so boring. Do we have to wait until they solve the case before we can leave?"

The plate in front of Lancer was already empty, and he burped regardless of appearance, and then lay down on the table like a lazy cat with no bones.

The man opposite didn't care that this was a public place. He smoked one cigarette after another. When he took out a new cigarette again, Lancer finally stopped him.

“If you smoke less cigarettes, you can live two or three more years.”

Gin raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, "What? Are you afraid that I will die early?"

Lancer smiled, stared at the lighter in his hand, and murmured in a low voice: "It's really scary..."

The man felt as if his heart had been stabbed by something. It hurt a little, but it didn't seem to hurt that much.

A few minutes later, he put away his cigarette case and lighter, got up and walked towards the murder scene.

Lancer asked him in surprise: "What are you going to do?"

"Scare the kids." Gin said these cool words and walked away.

Lancer: "..."

Let’s just say, it’s not necessary.

[System: So, there is a reason why some villains die early. He could obviously make smoke bombs to hide, but he insisted on dazzling him in front of the detectives. Isn't this an attempt to get someone killed? 】

Lancer raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

If he really hid like a turtle, that wouldn't be Gin's style.

What if Kudo Shinichi guesses his identity? Even with the FBI as foreign aid, they may not be able to kill Gin again.

What's more, their current ace sniper is being rescued in the hospital.

Kudo Shinichi himself probably knows best who should be hiding.

Just as Sera Masumi and Conan were looking for clues on the dead body, they felt a chill on their backs at the same time.

The two of them looked back at the same time, and saw a man standing in the crowd of onlookers, his hands in his pockets, watching them coldly.

Why did he come?