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

"Well, this is for you."

After flying back to their home base, Lancer dug out the ticket that had been gathering dust for a long time from the system warehouse and handed it to Gin.

However, when he got it, he discovered that the ticket had been updated for some time and was a little thicker than when he got it before, probably because a chip was added inside.

Lancer looked at Gin's calm expression as he took the ticket, and couldn't help but ask him: "Don't you have any reaction to me getting such an important thing?"

"What kind of reaction do you want?" Gin was used to him getting such weird things.

While squinting his eyes to study the ticket, he asked casually: "Or are you going to tell me its origin?"

"It's not impossible, but I forgot." Lancer said innocently: "You can't remember the people you killed, and I don't remember the tasks I completed. But it probably happened when we went to Kobe It was about before and after the vacation..."

Gin bit an unlit cigarette. Because he was concerned about this matter, he didn't even find a lighter to light the cigarette.

He said casually, "I don't remember having assigned you such a task."

Lancer said: "It's a request from an old friend."

Gin's mood at the moment was quite subtle.

He knew nothing about Lancer's interpersonal relationships, but in fact when he got along with him, he had never heard any strange name even in his heart.

Apart from himself, the only person he talked to the most was the so-called "system" that seemed to always exist and always bicker with him.

What exactly is this system?

[System: If you say more, you can tell me directly. 】

Lancer: You think I don’t want to? If it weren't for the inability to explain, I would have exposed you long ago.

Gin opposite him glanced at him, then took out a pair of scissors from the drawer in front of him, intending to cut the card open and take a look.

Lancer quickly stopped him, "There is only one card, what if you cut it and break it?"

"We just need to take out the chip inside so that we can study it easily. Otherwise, why would we get a few more fake ones?"

"What if it also has anti-counterfeiting threads like banknotes on it and you didn't notice it?" Lancer seemed to have thought of something, and he sat up straight. "Copy? That's right! I'll look for a copy card."

Is it some random stuff again?

Gin saw him waving his hands in the air for a long time, like a strange fool, and couldn't bear to take another look, so he finally found a lighter from his pocket.

After a while, Lancer messed up his hair irritably and said depressedly: "Why is this kind of thing not available at this critical moment?"

The system began to seduce him.

[System: So, do you want to try to draw a prize now? 】

Lancer looked at his points and resolutely agreed.

While Gin was holding a cigarette between his fingers and staring at the mezzanine of tickets, he suddenly felt Lancer coming over and squeezing his face hard a few times with his hands.

"What's wrong?" Gin, who had long been accustomed to his inexplicable movements, tilted her head to look at him, but Lancer turned his face back, "It's okay, don't worry about me."

After the young man ravaged the man's face, he started the blind box lottery.

Several treasure boxes were placed in front of me to disrupt the lottery, and the prizes were drawn one by one. A bunch of pause cards and nightmare cards came out, but there were no copy cards.

Lancer was not convinced, grabbed Gin's ear, leaned up and smacked him in the face, and then started to slap him again.

What came out this time was a character analysis card, two small figures of Phantom Thief Kidd, and a palm-sized notebook with a pen inserted into the buckle.

This, all, is, what!

Lancer threw the useless garbage aside without even looking at it.

Gin stopped the things falling by his legs, picked up the small notebook, opened the cover and saw the words written on the first page.

[Write down a name you hate, and he will die mysteriously one day later. 】

Gin raised his eyebrows, was this a little trick to fool people?

The man didn't take it to heart. After closing the book again, he started studying the tickets again.

But obviously Lancer would not give him the opportunity to focus so much.

I saw Lancer come over and kiss his face for a while, and then touch his chest and abdominal muscles. It didn't feel like he was getting European, but like he was taking advantage of him.

Gin asked: "Is there any result?"

Immediately afterwards, another pile of strange props fell from the top of his head. Fortunately, Gin ducked quickly, otherwise the two flash bombs would have hit the top of his head.

Lancer said dejectedly: "Nothing..."

Gin picked up the shining golden cards and looked at them, showing a subtle expression at first glance.

"Instigating rebellion card...has this been the one you used against Bourbon before?"

"Huh? Did you draw it again?" Lancer had already told Gin the reason why he had various special abilities. He took a closer look and found that this rebellion card was different from the previous one.

"The statute of limitations... is permanent?!" Lancer took a deep breath. He looked at Gin in astonishment and said, "In this way, one of the FBI, police, or CIA who doesn't like us can be punished. , become a member of our organization!”

Gin looked at the card and asked Lancer: "Only you can use it, right?"

"Maybe?" Lancer looked left and right, but didn't see any restrictions on the use of this rebellion card. "I used this card to abduct Bourbon, but there is still no news about him recently. I want to Let someone find him?"

"No need." Gin said, "If he is really an undercover agent, he will definitely come back again."

"As for the purpose of this card, we will make a plan after we have carefully planned it."

Lancer sighed regretfully after almost using up all his points and failing to draw the copy card he wanted.

Fortunately, the technical department of the organization studied the chip system in the tickets. In addition, among the people attending the celebration, there were people who had been infiltrated by the organization and tipped off the information, so they worked overtime and worked overtime to produce several tickets. Identifiable invitation card.

That night, Lancer changed into a formal dress. The tailoring was tailored to fit the figure, making his youthful figure more slender and taller.

Coupled with his handsome face and charming smile, even Vodka, who often followed him out to do errands, took a few more glances.

"How's it going? Are you OK?" Lancer was like a peacock with its tail spread out, spreading his hands and twirling in front of Gin.

The man reached out and pressed down on his head, like stopping a spinning top.

"Let's go separately tonight. You go first. I have something to deal with."

"Oh?" Lancer narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Don't risk causing trouble!"