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

A shared system, as the name suggests, refers to a system function that can be used by more than two people.

Of course, the prerequisite for use is that the compatibility between the original system owner and the person being shared reaches 100%.

In the past, Lancer was always curious about what this fit was.

It's an acquaintance today.

Gin looked at Lancer with wide eyes, without saying a word, but a man's voice rang in Lancer's ears and brain.

[Is this the system you have been thinking about and refused to tell me? 】

Lancer opened his mouth wide: "..."

The system is a bit awkward.

[System: The sharer will enjoy the same rights as the host, including lottery draws, redemption points, access rights to all props in the system warehouse, and data detection and other services...]

The virtual floating panel displayed in front of Gin's eyes showed how to use various functions, and even thoughtfully gave Gin a detailed explanation in small print, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't know how to use it.

As Gin's physical condition gradually recovered, he also gradually understood the origin of Lancer's series of strange behaviors in the past.

[System: Of course, the sharer also has the responsibility to assist the host in completing the task. The task currently in progress is: get rid of Shuichi Akai...]

Lancer's actions seemed to be haphazard, and his thoughts sometimes jumped to the point where even Gin couldn't keep up. It seemed that they were all thanks to this system.

When his body returned to its best condition, Gin touched the wounds on his body.

It's healed and I can't feel the pain anymore.

Lancer took a long breath: "You must be lucky that I drew a lot of potions in a lottery some time ago, otherwise your life would be dead now."

Gin sat up, looking a little dull.

"Gin? Wife?" Lancer waved his hand in front of his eyes, a little worried: "It's over, it's over. Is your brain going crazy?"

In the background of their chat, there was the sound of drones shooting.

After more than ten seconds, Gin finished receiving the huge amount of information and stood up with his hands on the ground.

He looked at the group of FBI's pouring out of the high-rise building of the nursing home. He calmly took out the cigarette case from his pocket and lit a cigarette for himself.

When he lowered his eyes, Lancer looked at him worriedly.

"Scared you?"

"I'm really sorry, this system has been attached to me since I was still crawling around among the dead. With its convenience, I have a lot, but there are still many things in this world that cannot be achieved with this kind of similar Obtained by cheating."

[System: You fart! I do not believe! Tell me and I will listen! 】

Gin stayed silent, Lancer plucked his ears and looked away a little embarrassed.

"There is still some... You are something I fought for myself, not given by it."

[System:...Gan, I can't deny this. 】

The man grinned slightly as he bit the cigarette. After a moment, he held the cigarette between his fingers and whispered: "This is a bit beyond my knowledge, so don't worry about it."

The familiar smell of tobacco spread on Lancer's face with the wind. Not only did he not feel any choking, he also took a deep breath.

This smell is addictive, just like the man in front of you.

Not long ago, he had experienced the heartbreak of loss. No one cherished everything he had in front of him more than he did.

Gin tried to hold his fingers in the air, and a pistol appeared in his palm.

This will undoubtedly refresh any normal person's understanding.

He said in a dull voice: "I just thought for a moment, if all this is true, then what are the people in this world fighting for?"

Lancer: "..."

"In your eyes, do the plots and secret fights between me and them sound like children playing house?"

Gin had seen the things stored in the system warehouse.

Taking out anything at random is something that is beyond the reach of an ordinary person in this life, and what Lancer showed him before was just a drop in the bucket.

In the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and calculations seem like a joke.

Gin fell into doubts about himself.

Lancer shook his head and advised him dumbfounded: "Don't think so, I don't need them. I appreciate you more than those."

He is not even from this world. Bringing a doomsday cutting-edge weapon to a peaceful world is really a dimensionality-reducing blow.

When he tried to integrate himself into the world, Gin was undoubtedly the most wonderful and dazzling person among the people he came into contact with.

As the old saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.

Lancer thought this made sense.

He appreciates such people, so he can get together with men.

He had all the precautions he should have, but whether he should be said to be a rich man, or to be extra tolerant to him, he skillfully avoided the warning line set by Lancer.

How could Lancer resist this when he still chose to believe him despite knowing that he was surrounded by mysteries?

"You are unique." Lancer climbed on his shoulders and kissed the side of his face.

"Or do you think it's troublesome to share this kind of thing with me?"

[System: I feel insulted. 】

Gin raised the corner of his mouth, "Aside from being a little noisy, it's still bearable."

"I think so." Lancer crossed his arms, feeling relieved: "After all, you are very suspicious. In this way, even if I betray you, you will know it immediately."

After aiming at an FBI from a distance and firing a shot, Gin watched the man fall, hesitated for two seconds, and decided to tell the truth.

"When that strange fit reaches 50%, I can hear your voice."

Lancer: "???"

Lancer: "No...I, I didn't say anything weird, right? Wait a minute, why can't I hear your inner thoughts? That's not fair!"

[System: Don’t ask me... I don’t know. 】

The young man who had once disliked, ridiculed, whispered, and complained about Gin in his heart felt like he was being publicly executed at this moment, and he just wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Chilling.

The real disappointment is not making a fuss...

"Their people are coming." Gin changed his gun, but still felt it wasn't strong enough, so he came out with a rocket launcher.

Lancer opened his mouth wide enough to swallow a fist.

"You are stronger than me...I don't even dare to use this kind of weapon."

"Why not use it if you have such conditions?" Gin was extremely calm and fired a rocket launcher.

A crack opened between the two buildings.

Perhaps because of the unstable foundation, the building in front seemed to be shaking twice.

Lancer clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Tofu project...huh? No, of course you are afraid of the police. It doesn't matter when the police come. What if you put a wanted order on me?"

He held up his face and said pitifully: "I don't want my handsome face to be invisible to others."

Gin: "..."

It makes sense, but it still feels awkward.