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

From the moment he heard Rai's voice, Lancer felt bad in his heart.

When the two people's eyes met, Rai finally reacted and let out a sigh of relief.

Lancer: "..."

Ah, what, what’s so good about it?

What a pig teammate!

Belmode, who had seen some clues, laughed. At this moment, the glass door opened. She took the lead and said to the three men behind her: "Are you leaving? If you delay the business, I'm afraid the gain will outweigh the loss."

Lancer followed, and Canberly followed closely, but his arm was suddenly hit by the sniper rifle held by Rai. Their eyes met, and the edge of the sword flashed invisibly.

"Sorry, my gun is rather reckless." Rai chewed an unlit cigarette and said calmly: "It is recommended that you let me go first, otherwise it may get angry at you."

Canberly raised his chin slightly, "Rye, don't speak so arrogantly. Now that you have returned as a traitor, do you still think you can be valued by the boss like before?"

Rai chuckled softly: "If you can't, it's not your turn to take care of it."

Mr. Knitted Hat deliberately circled the sniper rifle in a large circle and put it on his back. He cut in front of him and followed him from a distance.

Canberly cursed in his mind.

None of these guys are easy to bully!

The unit matrix is ​​very complex, and there are several lines marked on the ground, which are densely packed and regularly distributed like a spider's web. Which wire is connected to which power supply and which machine? Only the people who manage them may know.

Several people arrived at the darkened start-up team. Gin was smoking a cigarette and turning the lighter in his hand anxiously.

At this time, a hand suddenly took the silver lighter from his palm, and then put its finger on his finger.

Gin was stunned for a moment, then held the other person's hand tightly.

Belmode lowered his head and could see their hands put into the same pocket. The pockets of his coat were bulging, and he wondered what those two hands were doing.

Tired to death!

The woman hummed in dissatisfaction and asked, "Saya, what's going on now?"

Arriving here first, Haya unexpectedly sat in front of the startup host in this area. His hands were tapping on the keyboard. He was actually very familiar with the repair work of these programs.

He pushed up his glasses frame and said calmly and quickly: "It will take some time to recover. Don't touch anything here without authorization, not even a pen on the table."

At this time, a squeaking sound was heard.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, and saw that Rai had put out a cigarette he had just finished smoking on the table at hand.

Lancer gave a thumbs up, you are such a warrior!

Mr. Haya's face darkened in a rare way, and he shouted emphatically: "Lai, Yi!"

Hearing this, Mr. Knitted Hat shrugged and responded: "Okay, I understand, and I won't touch the things here anymore."

The crooked cigarette butts on the table looked particularly obvious.

Seeing that he couldn't help, Lancer secretly squeezed Gin's hand and asked him in a low voice: "Can I go see the eggs?"

"Huh?" What egg?

Gin had a rare look of confusion.

Lancer pointed at the operation cabin at the front of the matrix, his eyes full of curiosity.

Gin whispered: "That one should be called 'Cocoon'."

"Trapped people inside with their memories... That's a really good name." Seeing that the man had no resistance, and the management staff here were not even high enough to care about them, Lancer and Gin walked towards the cocoon.

The two of them were walking in a dimly lit place, surrounded by dots of light, as if they were walking in the stars.

The shell of the cocoon is illuminated by bright spotlights and exudes a light velvet yellow color, making it look very warm.

Lancer asked: "So what is the purpose of our coming to this institute this time?"

he asked the man while looking at the cocoon.

Gin released his hand, stood in front of Cocoon, and told Lancer the truth as if he had made up his mind.

"The organization is not only composed of the Karasuma family, Lancer."

"Huh?" Lancer was lying outside the transparent glass shell looking into the cocoon, but when he heard the news, he immediately stood up straight.

He admitted that he didn't know enough about the organization and probably didn't know as much as an outsider in Canberley.

But this was the first time Lancer had heard this information.

After slowly digesting the news, he nodded vigorously and tried to become calm and unconcerned.

"It is also reasonable. Such a huge organization cannot be supported by the Karasuma family. Although it may have developed for more than half a century, the scale is still unbelievable. Therefore, in addition to the Karasuma family, the organization , are there other aristocratic families, institutions, or forces involved in forming it?"

"There are a few of them." Gin's tone became deeper. "Basically, the notorious gangsters and the powerful families in the past are all part of the organization. Do you still remember my last name?"

Lancer nodded, "Kurosawa, I quite like this last name, but I like your name better."

His eyes were too bright, a little burning.

Gin took off the black top hat and placed it on his head, pushing the brim down.

"I don't like it." Gin said in a low voice. "This name is abandoned. I don't have much affection for it. I may prefer the current code name to the real name."

The light from the spotlight shone on them, making them look like the two protagonists in an idol drama.

They looked at each other and seemed to have a lot to say, but said nothing.

After a long time, Lancer just hummed and asked him: "So, what are you looking for? From your past memories."

"An answer."

"People don't remember painful things so clearly that after a long time, these memories will be erased. To get them back, you can use this memory reconstruction program."

Lancer asked him: "Get it back, and then what? Are you going to make a settlement with the person who abandoned you? Or are you planning to continue to entangle with them?"

In Lancer's opinion, this was completely unnecessary.

"Lancer." The man seemed to know what he was thinking, and stretched out his gloved hand to stroke his cheek.

The rough leather touch slid across his face, and Lancer looked into Gin's eyes, listening to his decision.

"I've been in hell for over thirty years, trying to give them a taste of what it's like."

Lancer closed his eyes, "Okay."

"I will accompany you."