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

The case finally made new progress, but with it came more questions.

Who would hang something like this outside?

Where did the tooth blade on the chainsaw go?

How did the murderer kill a strong man and then transport him to the soup pool without being noticed?

These mounting questions puzzled the police and others present.

At this time, Bourbon noticed Lancer standing at the door holding a mobile phone, so he asked him: "Why are you here again? Aren't you not interested in this case?"

"Although I can't see your mood at the moment, I think it's still necessary to show you this video."

Lancer held up his phone towards him and pressed the play button on the screen.

"Of course, I already know who the murderer is."

His smile was as bright as ever. Bourbon couldn't see through him, so he turned his attention to the screen.

The volume of the mobile phone's external amplifier was adjusted to a level that only people who were very close could hear it. The moment Bourbon heard the other party's voice, he frowned and looked solemn.

When he saw Rai being electrocuted, there was no emotion on his face, but the hands hanging by his sides were secretly clenched into fists.

Lancer, who was observant, saw his reaction clearly. After the video ended, he turned off the screen without giving him a chance to watch it a second time.

"Okay, you can continue to solve the case." Lancer said with a smile, "But as you can see, there is not much time left for you, so you must hurry up!"

Bourbon: "..."

The more you want to calm down and think about something, the easier it is to be distracted by various emotions and unable to concentrate.

Lancer looked at Bourbon, who was frequently distracted at the crime scene, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Rai, just bear with it.

For your future happiness...

Before leaving, Lancer made a gesture with Bourbon.

For a few seconds, the blond man showed no reaction. But after a few seconds, he seemed to realize something, and looked at the real murderer in the crowd with incredible eyes!

Back in the hall, Lancer sat down on the sofa, chewed gum while leaning on his gin, and even wanted to turn on the TV to see if there were any programs to pass the time.

Gin looked a little impatient, even his cigarette box was empty.

At this moment, he looked a bit like a gang leader sitting up cross-legged, looking wild and unruly.

"Aren't you done yet?" Gin's tone was a bit contemptuous, "The police officers are all the same and of little use."

Lancer leaned lazily on the back of the sofa and said leisurely: "You can't blame them. The murderer this time is a man with a lot of life experience. How can they play with an experienced old man?"

Yes, the suspicion of the murderer was focused on the male of the pair of elderly people.

Of course, it is very possible that his wife also knew about this.

Gin opened his mouth, the annoyance on his face was a little less, and there was a slight interest in his eyes.

"How did you know the identity of the murderer?"

Lancer grinded his teeth and said: "That toy knife should be a whole model knife made of two semi-finished models that need to be buckled up and down accurately. It is empty inside."

"When he checked the room, the old gentleman was still holding it and waving it, looking very interested, but since he got it, it seems to have become heavier."

"Are you sure the blade of the murder weapon was placed there?"

"What else? I can't think of any other place to hide the blade." Lancer counted them on his fingers. "He used to be a worker doing craft work. Removing a few screws from a one-handed saw is nothing to him. It's difficult. As for hanging the handle of the saw outside the wall, it's because with his height and physical strength, he can only do this."

Sighing, Lancer's facial features became a little twisted because he was so absorbed in thinking.

"But I haven't thought about how he transported the prisoner to the soup pool."

He looked at Gin with curious eyes, and the man did not disappoint him.

Gin raised his eyebrows slightly, "There are two long wooden boards and a rope at the bottom of the blood-filled soup pool. They are probably the footholds installed by the decoration workers on the outer wall of the attic."

"Oh?"

"Although it's just an idea, it shouldn't be difficult to make a simple lifting device."

The hot spring pool is located directly under the room that the landlady renovated, and it is very convenient to take off and land, so that if you throw a ball, it will hit the net.

Lancer let out a sigh and suddenly became enlightened.

"In this case, the only issue left is the disparity in physical strength, right? Did the murderer drug the deceased?"

"No, I just poured him a lot of wine." Gin's voice was lazy, sounding like he had already figured out the whole case.

Lancer nodded slightly: "So that's the case, then it makes sense. But a drunk person's body will be as heavy as a puddle of mud, and it's hard for an old man like him to spend so much effort to move the deceased."

The man next to him took off his silver-rimmed glasses, flipped his hair, and raised his head slightly, revealing his sexy Adam's apple and perfectly symmetrical collarbones.

"Yeah, if he were alone, he shouldn't be able to move it - only if his wife is included, this method of murder can be established."

Hearing this, Lancer opened his eyes wide.

"Are they actually joining forces to commit a crime?!"

I never expected that two murderers could team up to commit a crime.

Gin hummed, put the empty cigarette case under his nose and sniffed, his mind gradually calming down.

"If the two of them were husband and wife, there might not be a case like this today."

"Too bad they're not."

Breaking news was exposed one after another. Lancer looked at Gin for a long time, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of his yukata, shaking it desperately: "Did you peek at the script? Tell me the truth!"

He didn't believe that a person's mind could be so smart!

Facing his lover's question, Gin just smiled and raised his hand to put on his lower back. His fingers were buried deep in the folds of his clothes and he squeezed tightly.

"That's the benefit of experience, Lancer."

"The years I am older than you are certainly not in vain. Although you have restored the original appearance of this body, your mind is still a teenager who only knows killing but has no experience in the world."

After being exposed by this guy, Lancer let go like a deflated rubber ball, walked back, and quietly defended himself.

"A man... he will remain a boy until he dies."

"In a few years, I may have as much insight as you."

"I really look forward to the day when you mature." Gin's fingertips gently rubbed his face.

Lancer suddenly blushed.

[System: Damn, there is no evidence to suspect the car. 】