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

Kudo Yusaku was mute for a week.

I couldn't speak during this week. I could only communicate with people around me using a little sign language I learned while solving crimes. It was really frustrating.

It was Conan who reminded him silently after arriving at the sanatorium: "Can't you talk to us by typing text on your mobile phone? We can't fully understand it just by using sign language!"

Kudo Yusaku reached out and patted his forehead hard.

That move seemed to say: Oh! And this trick!

The brains of smart people always get stuck in strange places.

Unsurprisingly, the Kyoto Prefecture police did come to investigate after the fire at the nursing home was extinguished.

However, because there are many FBIs here who are not convenient to come forward, and they need to conceal many details of the organization, it is inconvenient for these ordinary police to be involved, so although this incident looked like a terrorist attack, it had to end in an accidental fire.

As for the other people who died in nursing homes, there was no other option but to cover the mouths of their families.

"I came here to see you just to bring that guy, but I didn't expect that something like this would happen here - although I had already guessed that Gin might not be dead, as long as this guy shows up with Lancer, something will definitely happen. .”

Conan stood in the nursing home and looked at the workers who were repairing the two buildings. "This place shouldn't be inhabitable, right? If there's an earthquake..."

On the side, Kudo Yusaku, who was finally able to speak, put his hands in his pockets and replied calmly: "Well, it's best to suggest that the people here can move to other nursing homes. Although I'm sorry to say this, I really didn't expect how things would turn out. To this point.”

Kudo Yusaku has always been a staunch materialist. For example, he would not believe it if it were anyone else.

Not only will they not believe it, but they will also use common sense to find countless possibilities to prove that there are no problems in the world that cannot be explained by science.

But now, he was plunged into deep doubts.

What kind of existence is that young man named Lancer Hughes?

During the confrontation that day, he rescued his injured accomplices and asked Shuichi Akai to follow them away willingly.

Did they make a deal?

In other words, this young man has the ability to confuse people and can drive anyone to do things for him, as if he is possessed...

No matter what, looking at the sanatorium in front of me that had been bombed by various weapons, and then thinking about it, it seemed that there were only two of them at that time.

No matter how calm Kudo Yusaku was, there was still an uncontrollable chill in his heart.

"New One."

"Huh?" The young boy was frowning and looking ahead with a heavy heart when he suddenly heard the man next to him calling his name. "What's wrong? Dad."

Kudo Yusaku hesitated and spoke slowly: "Perhaps, the opponent we encounter this time cannot be dealt with by us calculating the layout or setting traps in advance."

"Dad," Conan said reluctantly, "Don't allow others to overwhelm your own prestige. With so many people staring at the organization, I don't believe they are powerful enough that others can just sit back and watch."

Kudo Yusaku lowered his eyes and sighed silently.

This is no longer a problem of more people and fewer people...

"Ahh-!"

Lancer suddenly felt his nose felt itchy, so he sneezed several times in succession.

The little black cat was sleeping on his lap. After noticing the movement, he raised his head from his light sleep and looked at Lancer.

While Lancer was rubbing the little black cat's head, he rubbed his nose with the other hand, then took out a piece of paper from the tissue box on the table, wiped his nose and balled it up, and aimed at the garbage not far away. bucket.

At this time, Gin, who was chewing a cigarette, passed by, and the ball of snot paper accidentally hit the man's calf in a perfect parabola.

Goal failed.

Lancer sighed and retreated into the corner of the sofa.

Gin came over and sat aside, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, looking like he had just woken up.

Lancer immediately took the little black cat lying on his lap. He climbed onto Gin's folded knees and sat on it. He lifted the hair from his forehead and pressed his forehead against the man's.

"I feel like I have a fever."

[System: I’m sure it’s not sa…]

Lancer: Shut up.

Gin's left hand was holding the coffee cup steadily, and his right hand was pressed against Lancer's lower back, forcing the distance between the two to get closer.

"It's too far away, so I didn't try it out."

Lancer happily lowered her head to kiss his mouth.

With the shared use of the system, the two of them seemed closer than before. Obviously they know what the other person is thinking, but on the surface they will do the opposite behavior deliberately.

Others don’t know, but the system is almost on the edge.

Being able to eat candy with your mouth open is probably the dream of every guy with a CP brain.

Just as the two were making out, the door of the house was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

The behavior was rude, but it didn't bother either of them.

When Rai saw the current state of the two of them, a teasing smile appeared on his indifferent face.

"So you like to play this kind of game? No coffee for me."

He was still stained with the strong smell of blood and there were blood stains on his body, which made Lancer frown and ask, "Are you injured?"

"No." Rai took out an iron sign from the inner pocket of his coat and threw it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

A series of mysterious numbers are engraved on it, and a photo of a certain person is embedded with special technology. The raised part below seems to have a chip embedded in it. Overall, it looks like a key card that opens an important door.

However, because there was a little blood on it, neither Lancer nor Gin rushed to pick it up to identify the authenticity.

The wooden cigarette case on the table contains the cigars they bought from Sapporo. Since Rai returned to the organization, he has not regarded himself as an outsider. He smokes whatever Gin drinks, as if he is deliberately going against Gin. .

He took another cigar away, lit it with his newly purchased lighter, and took a sip of sparklers.

"The person I was trading with suddenly went back on his word, so I had to deal with him. But I was not used to using the gun I was carrying, so I had a little bit of his blood on me."

Rye is a handy knife and an accurate gun.

In order to observe whether his position has really changed, Lancer also released many bees to observe him secretly.

Not surprisingly, what Ley said matched what he did.

"Awesome." Lancer clapped perfunctorily and urged him: "Wipe the blood on it~"

So, Lancer saw Rai's eyes flicking around, picked up the snot paper that Lancer had failed to throw into the trash can on the ground, wiped the blood on the iron sign perfunctorily, and then handed it to Lanser. Se.

Lancer: "..."

It's so disgusting, it's covered in blood and snot.

Don't want to answer.

"Why don't you give it back?"

Rai stopped smoking and said, "Playing with me?"