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

What's in the photo frame should be the collective graduation photo of a certain police class.

Lancer thought, it would be interesting to see the faces of other police officers in the organization in the future.

His eyes were rolling around, and his keen eyes found that there seemed to be a very small bump on the photo, so he raised his head and asked Bourbon: "Can you take this photo out of the frame?"

Bourbon nodded: "Of course."

The two took apart the photo frame and found a needle sandwiched between the frame and the back of the photo.

It looks like the little bumps in the photo were made with this needle.

Lancer tapped his fingers lightly on the table and thought: "This doesn't look like Braille, does it?"

"I also noticed these small holes, but the mountain village police officer said that he had not touched the photo frame since he received it, so the marks on it and the needle were both placed in it by Scotland early in the morning."

Hearing this, Lancer raised his eyebrows and said nothing more.

The photo gave people a headache, and they were not in the mood to eat in the early morning. Even the breakfast that the boss personally sent to compensate the guests failed to arouse the appetite of these three men.

Gin simply took a few sips of the soup and placed his cell phone in front of Bourbon.

He raised his chin slightly, his eyes filled with teasing and scrutiny.

"A dead person is not worth spending so much effort on. How about you think about it and save your current lover first?"

What he said was ambiguous, and Lancer seemed to have heard some gossip, and suddenly opened his eyes curiously.

"Wow! Current, so the person in the photo you have is your ex? No wonder you chose him. What you lose is always the white moonlight and the cinnabar mole. No matter how hard you try again, you will lose. It’s not as good as a dead predecessor.”

Gin snorted in agreement.

Being teased by both of them at the same time, the person at the center of the topic was still the most sensitive and closest person to him. Bourbon thought that if he had a gun in his hand now, he would definitely kill them.

"It seems that asking you for help was a wrong choice."

Bourbon put the photo away and picked up the phone with an expressionless face: "If I find any clues in my investigation, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Of the two men opposite, one remained unmoved, while the other shrugged his shoulders and made a "please" gesture, which looked even more irritating.

The last message was sent in the middle of the night. The other party gave clues to Ley's location. Reading it made Bourbon feel tired.

“It seems like it’s been declassified all the time these days.”

Lancer picked his teeth with a toothpick and said vaguely: "Isn't this your detective's favorite thing to do? If you really can't solve it, you can ask a famous detective for help!"

"If you want things to leak out about Ley or even within the organization."

"..."

Now that things are over, it's time for them to set off.

The owner and wife of the B&B apologized to them with regretful expressions.

"I'm really sorry. The guests came here happily for a vacation, but they didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing."

Lancer chatted casually with them while taking cash from his wallet.

"You two should be in more trouble now. If word spreads about the death of someone in the B&B, your business may become even more difficult."

The location of this place is quite remote. If it wasn't for the convenience of the hot spring pool, how would anyone come here for vacation?

The landlady smiled bitterly and said, "I can't help it. I used to be a tailor and I was very good at needlework. I thought that changing my life would not be so hard, but I didn't expect... I might go back to my old job in the future."

sewing……

Needle……

Lancer thought of the small pinhole and the small silver needle behind the photo. While the boss was looking for change, he turned to Bourbon and asked: "Brother Tou, that friend of yours, he can do needlework." ?"

Bourbon, who stared at the text message for a long time, didn't hear him at all. It wasn't until Lancer asked again that Bourbon nodded.

"Well, he is an adopted child, so he can only do many things by himself. He is quite good at sewing clothes."

So, if you follow what Lancer thinks, you should be able to give it a try?

"Guest, your change is ready."

Lancer put all the small-denomination banknotes and steel coins into his wallet, leaving the one with the largest denomination behind. He crooked his eyebrows and stuffed it into the upper pocket of his shirt in his gin windbreaker.

"Handsome guy, this is a tip for you." He deliberately approached Gin, stroking his hair and smiling: "I was very satisfied last night, and I will continue to work hard in the future."

Bourbon: "..."

I can’t believe that he was so brave that he even teased Gin!

[System: I saw such a scene just after I turned on the phone? Please, please give me more, I love to see it! Suck it~】

Their car had been parked in the B&B owner's garage, and Bourbon was in a police car when he left last night.

Gin only remembered when he started the car: "How did you come back in the morning?"

Lancer looked at the blond man who was still studying photos, videos and text messages. The man lowered his head and didn't even look at them.

"I took the bus that came along the way and drove to a nearby place and ran back."

Lancer asked him: "Won't that duck-mouthed police officer send you away?"

"He was still writing a report at the police station. I stole the photo frame from him and ran to his house to steal it."

"..."

Is this something a normal police officer would do?

Lancer couldn't believe his ears!

Gin, on the other hand, raised the corners of his lips, holding a cigarette in his mouth and laughed: "The usual behavior of the public security police, although they can also be called police, is essentially the same as that of ruffians and thieves."

"Bourbon, you are quite talented in the criminal business."

The person mentioned also responded with a cold snort: "How do you know I haven't been a criminal?"

The crimes in his hands might not be less than those of Gin or Lancer.

Before forty-eight hours had passed, they had to hurry up and find the hiding place where Rai was tied up.

"Brazil... it shouldn't be possible for Rai to be hidden so far away in a short time, right?"

In the car, Lancer, the only active person, guided the other two people to join the discussion.

He asked Gin: "What do you know?"

At this moment, Bourbon also raised his head and looked at the long-haired man in the front seat.

"It depends on whether the killer has any relationship with the organization. If so, then it is natural to associate the name of the wine with the place."

Since Gin said that, he must already know the answer.

"I already have a rough idea of ​​where to look for the next clue."