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

Bourbon had a long dream.

He was climbing stairs in his dream.

He could usually walk up the stairs in a few clicks. He had been climbing them for a long time, even running with both feet, but he still felt like the stairs were appearing endlessly in front of him.

He wanted to stop the man from committing suicide. The life-threatening situation did not allow him to stop.

Even if he is tired.

When Bourbon felt exhausted, he just stopped to take a breath when he heard a bang of gunfire from upstairs.

The feeling of panic and uneasiness surrounded him again. He ran desperately to the rooftop and finally saw the frightening scene he had seen countless times in his dreams.

Scotland, the undercover policeman who infiltrated the organization, Zhu Fu Jingguang.

He ended his life with his own gun, and his chest exploded with blood, like a huge rose blooming there.

"When facing traitors, we must respond with sanctions..."

"Am I right?"

Ley? !

Upon hearing this voice, Bourbon turned his head sharply.

He saw the man who appeared here before him. His body was stained with the blood spattered when Jing Guang died. His face, which should have been cold and heartless, was a bit desolate.

Different from his impression, Rai's expression looked a little sad.

His mouth opened and closed, as if he was saying something, but Bourbon couldn't hear what he was saying, as if his ears were suddenly blocked by something.

Don't make that look.

Don't look at me like that...

Bobon wanted to rush over and grab his collar to ask clearly, but at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the blood splashing on Rai's body was turning into red fire and engulfing him.

There was a banging sound in my ears.

Was it an explosion? !

The movement woke him up from his nightmare, and when he opened his eyes, he was still breathing uneasily.

His chest was rising and falling, like a fish out of water, and the suffocating feeling was getting away from him a little bit.

"Ah, you finally woke up."

Lancer's familiar lazy tone sounded not far from him.

When Bourbon came to his senses, he turned his head and glanced in the direction of Lancer. As a result, this small movement caused injuries all over his body, and he instantly grinned and frowned in pain.

"Slow down, you finally escaped, be kind to your body."

Lancer appeared in front of him, holding up the soda bottle in his hand, taking two sips, and then sighed.

Finally he burped.

Bourbon's eyes fell on the soda bottle and murmured: "It turns out that the sound just now was from you opening the soda bottle..."

"Well, what's the problem?" Lancer said.

He lifted up the soda bottle and shook it. There were bubbles inside that were rapidly rising from the bottom to the top of the bottle, just like the flames that were shooting out during an explosion.

Bourbon seemed to have finally remembered something. He looked at Lancer with wide eyes and asked eagerly: "Where is Akai Rai? How is he?! He should be injured more seriously than me! He woke up. ?"

Hearing this, the expression on Lancer's face froze slightly, and then in a very soft tone, he moved away his hand that was struggling to hold his wrist, and said euphemistically: "Let's not mention him for now, you'd better take care of your injuries. Let’s avenge him again.”

revenge?

So, he has indeed...

Why? Why can't he keep anyone around him and keep leaving him?

Elena is like this, Jingguang and the squad leader are like this, and even Akai Shuichi is like this——

"Oh~ you're crying!"

A flash of light flashed in front of Bourbon, and Lancer was taking pictures of him with his cell phone.

"When Rai wakes up, I'm going to show it to him!"

Bourbon paused, and the sadness that had just overflowed suddenly faded a bit, "What did you say? Didn't you just say that he had -"

Lancer spread his hands innocently: "I just asked you to avenge him, and I didn't say that he was dead. After all, he was really seriously injured."

Seeing that Bourbon had burns even on his neck, Lancer reached out and touched his face, turning his head slightly to the side.

On another hospital bed not far away from him, a man with his face wrapped tightly appeared in front of him. If he hadn't already been accustomed to identifying this man's identity from his figure and hand features, he would have been able to identify him based on this alone. Who can recognize the mummy’s appearance?

While Bourbon was in a complicated mood, Lancer was adding fuel to the fire.

"When he found you two, he held you tightly, and his back was so burned that his clothes were stuck to his skin. It took more than ten hours to treat his wounds. If he hadn't been so lucky, he might have died now. You must have reached bliss early."

Bourbon wanted to move his body after hearing this, but found that he himself was not much better.

His head was buzzing, his left and right bones looked like they were in plaster casts, the needle of an infusion bottle was hanging in his right hand, there were burns on his legs, and he felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Seeing that he was like a crab, Lancer pressed him back with just one finger.

"You wait, I'll call the doctor."

After the doctor examined him, he confirmed that he could communicate normally, so Lancer and Gin wanted to know what happened in that shabby apartment that day.

Although it had only been a few days since the incident, it was still difficult to think back because Bourbon's brain was hit.

With a bit of confusion in his eyes, he said calmly: "I only remember that the room was very dark. I opened the window and there was a lot of dust..."

"The previous furniture and non-essential items had been removed, leaving the room empty with little to investigate."

Gin guided him, "There is a separate bathroom and kitchen in the apartment. Have you gone in?"

"I've been in there before." Bourbon seemed to have thought of something and slowly restored the memory of that time.

"We checked the toilet tank and the back of the shower water heater, but found nothing. Then we went to the kitchen..."

Lancer pinched his fingers and calculated: "The explosion will happen at this time, right?"

Bourbon frowned, "Yes, we saw something in the cupboard. It didn't take long before a time bomb was found."