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

The feeling of oppression... is so strong.

Shiliang Zhenshun is a Jeet Kune Do practitioner and has an inexplicable intuitive feeling for people who practice martial arts.

Just from the aura emanating from his body, she could feel that his skills were far superior to hers.

Could it be that this man is really related to the organization that assassinated my mother?

At this time, the other party's eyes suddenly narrowed, his brows furrowed, and his gaze was sharp.

At first, Sera Masumi thought he had noticed her, and was secretly nervous for a long time.

But a few seconds later, she discovered that the man's gaze was on the deceased, with an inquiring look in his eyes, as if he was also looking for clues to the case.

"Hey, Conan." Sera Masumi whispered the name of the boy next to him, "He seems to be very interested in this case too! What do you think..."

As soon as Sera Masumi turned her head, she saw that Edogawa Conan, who was supposed to be beside her, had disappeared.

Then he looked up in the direction where Mao Lilan and the others were, and saw that the guy was acting like a real child, asking Mao Lilan for juice.

"I want to drink juice! Sister Xiaolan, I've finished drinking my juice, can't I get another glass? I'm very thirsty now..."

"Don't drink cold juice on such a cold day. I'll pour you some hot water~"

"No! I want to drink juice!"

The corners of Sera Masumi's mouth twitched slightly, her eyelids drooped, and she secretly complained in her heart: Are you really acting like a child?

But can such poor acting skills really deceive the guy in front of him?

Sera Masumi kept paying attention to the man from the corner of her eye. When the person in charge of the restaurant came over, she was shocked to realize that her attention had been diverted just like Conan just now.

She stood up and heard the person in charge of the restaurant say in a panic: "We have already reported the case to the police, but they said that the snow and wind are too heavy now, and the police car is stuck halfway waiting for rescue. I'm afraid it will have to wait for a while. come over."

"It's okay, don't be nervous." Masumi Sera pinched her chin and said confidently: "Then please rest in the restaurant before the police arrive. The wind and snow are so heavy, even if you want to go back I’m afraid it’s not that easy to stay in a hotel by yourself.”

Everyone was trapped in the restaurant by a murder case, and they were extremely reluctant. But it was so windy and snowy outside that they really couldn't walk, so they had to sit back where they were and continue waiting.

"Don't worry, maybe we can find the murderer who committed this case before the police come!"

The person in charge of the restaurant wiped his sweat and said angrily: "This would be the best thing."

He seemed to have seen something, and he made a sound, and his expression quickly changed, "Guest..."

Sera Masumi turned around and saw the tall, cold-faced man bending down and lifting the deceased's hair to take a look. This action seemed to be exploring something.

She hurriedly walked over, not wanting to be disturbed, but also afraid that he would do anything to the body.

As a result, the man just quickly checked some details. After standing up, his eyes swept over the three companions of the deceased, and finally glanced at one of them as if he was sure of something.

Sera Masumi looked along his line of sight, a little surprised: Could it be that he already knew who the murderer was?

Just when she focused on the suspect, Gin walked to the other side of the restaurant, where there was an openable window, and then stood here and took out a cigarette, and then habitually took out cell phone.

Unfortunately, this window was very close to where Mao Lilan and the others were seated.

When Gin passed by their table, Conan's heart was beating fast and his whole body froze.

But Suzuki Sonoko opposite him had no idea about this. She even glanced at Gin, covered her mouth with her hand, and said quietly to Mao Lilan: "Hey! Xiaolan, what do you think of this man? Yes. Isn’t he very handsome? He’s aloof and handsome, just the type I like!”

Mao Lilan glanced at the man's side face and said with a smile: "You like quite a lot of types! However, I think he looks very calm, so he should like women with a ladylike personality, right?"

Lancer, who was sitting at a table near the door, suddenly sneezed.

He opened his sleepy eyes, rubbed his nose, and muttered: "Who is talking bad about me?"

The system laughed sinisterly.

"Conan, what do you think?" Mao Lilan smiled, and then asked the boy next to her. As a result, she found that Conan's whole body was stiff and his hand holding the water glass was unnatural.

She asked in surprise: "Conan, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

As he spoke, Mao Lilan put his hand on Conan's forehead.

Suzuki Sonoko's attention was also diverted, she held her chin and hummed: "I see, the kid was skiing too crazy and got cold outside, right?"

"But my forehead isn't too hot...Why is there so much sweat on your neck, Conan?"

Conan laughed dryly and said: "Is there any? Maybe the heating here is turned on too much? Sister Xiaolan, I want to get some fresh air at the door, is that okay?"

He put down the water glass, and without waiting for Mao Lilan's response, he jumped off the stool and ran towards the door.

His peripheral vision had been staring at the man. Although the guy did not look towards their seat, he could feel that the man's peripheral vision was also staring at him.

hateful! Is his identity about to be discovered?

Unexpectedly, the police arrived very quickly this time, only half an hour later than expected.

When they arrived, Conan and Sera Masumi had already sorted things out at the door of the restaurant.

By the time the two of them were mentally prepared, the man had already sat back at the dining table where Lancer was.

Lancer greeted them both friendly.

"Have you found the murderer yet? Detective, I'm tired of being here in the restaurant."

This is a good opportunity.

Conan thought.

He tried to get close to Lancer, pretending to be unsteady on his feet, and fell head-on into Lancer's lap.

The young man also stretched out his hand to support him.

"Are you okay? Conan."

"Well, I'm really sorry, Brother Lancer." After Conan stood up straight, he touched the back of his head awkwardly. "As for the case, I think Sister Sera already has the answer in her mind, right?"

Sera Masumi who was cueed: "...Huh? Oh, that's it! Hahaha!"

She scratched her hair, looking like a silly boy.

After watching them leave, Lancer raised the corners of his lips and smiled, then raised his hand and took a look.

"Tracker?" Gin saw through this little trick at a glance.

Lancer hummed, and a small sticker was put on the folded back of the cuff. There was something bulging inside, which was obviously stuck on purposely.

"Let's not take it apart yet. It's fun to tease the little mouse."