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

As soon as Bourbon came out of the ward, he saw Lancer opening his tail to Gin like a peacock.

"Really! Are you worried about me?"

The man with short silver hair didn't care if there was anyone else in the corridor of the hospital. He pushed Gin against the wall and pretended to kiss her.

As a result, Bourbon couldn’t stand it anymore.

He coughed twice and said to the two naughty guys: "Did you find any useful clues in your investigation?"

Lancer was a little unhappy at being disturbed.

Under the half-smiling gaze of the silver-haired man, he reluctantly touched his lower back, and then turned to look at Bourbon.

"Are you talking about the news about Pramya? When I fought with him, I just thought he was very powerful. His punching moves were... crazy and uncontrollable."

Bourbon said: "Isn't that just like you?"

Lancer was not ashamed but proud: "Yeah! So fighting him was very exciting, but unfortunately this guy didn't mean to do anything more with me. He went straight to the Public Security Bureau."

He gently scratched his chin a few times with his index finger, and said thoughtfully: "I think he must have some goal in going there."

Hearing this, Bourbon's pupils suddenly tightened.

Although he pretended to be calm and calm on the surface, it was obvious that he was very concerned about the fact that an international killer ventured into the police station.

"Is there any other information we can know?" Bourbon continued to ask tentatively: "Do you recognize whether the other party is a boy or a girl?"

Speaking of this, Lancer shook his head regretfully.

"No." He gestured with his hand on his face, "He wore such a big black crow mask and a cloak, wrapping himself tightly. I can't judge his gender by his body shape. , but his limbs should be very slender.”

Bourbon and Gin opened their eyes wide at the same time, "How do you say that?"

"Because I was kicked by him. His legs and arms are very thin, but they are very strong." After monitoring women like Wakasa Rumi, he did not dare to rashly exclude women from the ranks of killers.

"That's it." Seeing that he couldn't ask anything from them, Bourbon pointed outside and said, "I can't stand it any longer. I'm going to buy a cup of canned coffee. Do you need it? I By the way, can I bring you two cups back?"

Gin said no need, Lancer raised his hand and said excitedly: "Bring me a can of Coke, I want it colder."

The blond man waved and walked away.

As he walked, he complained: "It still tastes like a child! How can anyone drink iced Coke in the winter?"

That's what they said, but none of them exposed anyone.

Lancer watched him go away, and then made a bet with Gin: "I can guarantee that he just used the excuse of buying coffee to inform his former colleagues."

"About Pramya sneaking into the police station."

Gin hummed in agreement.

Seeing that there was no one around, Gin and Lancer found a place where they could sit down and rest, biting their unlit cigarettes while analyzing with Lancer.

"Remember that piece of junk we got last month?" Gin asked.

Lancer was stunned for a moment. He heard the system jumping and cursing.

[System: That’s outrageous! outrageous! What is waste? Can the things I give you be waste? I care so much about you...]

This impassioned roar almost made Lancer cry with guilt - if Gin hadn't taken out a bunch of useless prop cards and rubbish that he couldn't even name.

The system becomes silent.

Lancer took out his ears and felt that they were finally clean.

He asked Gin: "Which piece of trash are you talking about?"

Gin took out something similar to a CD player.

Oh, I want to explain here that Gin likes to collect antiques, so the system deliberately changed the appearance of some things to retro styles.

Lancer looked down and said, "Isn't this a Walkman?"

[System: This is the audio analyzer! Don't insult it! 】

Gin snapped his finger to signal it to be quiet, and then imported the previously recorded Pramya recording into the instrument.

Then the two of them heard the sound of rewinding. After a rustling sound, the deep and hoarse male voice in the recording began to become neutral, and finally slowly transitioned to softer.

Finally, it settled on a certain woman’s voice.

It was the voice of a complete lunatic with a hint of madness in his excitement.

Lancer paused for a moment, then came to his senses: "Pramia... that notorious international killer, is a woman?"

"Ah."

"Then why didn't you tell Bourbon?"

"Do I have any obligation to tell him?"

Lancer touched his chin, shook his head and said, "That's not the case."

After the two people learned the news, they both hid the clue in their stomachs.

Although the police are also looking for this guy now, if Bourbon provides this information to them, it will push Bourbon towards the police.

This is not what Lancer and Gin want.

The night passed a bit long.

Lancer drank a can of Coke, a can of coffee and ate two sandwiches one night, and could barely carry it until the morning.

Rai had passed the most dangerous period, and when he opened his eyes in the morning, he saw Bourbon and Lancer sitting head-to-head.

The two men were holding needles and thread in their hands and making gestures on handkerchiefs and paper.

After seeing Bourbon threading the needle, Rai, who originally straightened his upper body, lay back on the bed.

Gin, who was leaning against the wall, heard Rai murmuring in a low voice: "It's so exciting to see Ling-kun become a good wife and mother..."

Bourbon, who was studying the clues there, was unaware of it. Gin chewed his cigarette and reminded him: "That guy will definitely beat you up when he hears this."

Rai's eyes went straight: "I hope he can beat me so that I can wake up from my dream..."

As he spoke, something seemed wrong. He turned his head and glanced at Gin who was standing by the wall beside the bed, and blinked.

"It turns out I'm not dreaming!"

"It's such a shame to disappoint you."

Rai struggled to sit up from the bed and reached out towards Gin.

These two people usually don't deal with each other, but at times like this, they have a strange tacit understanding.

Gin pressed the cigarette case and lighter in his pocket onto his hand.

There was a bang, the sound of a lighter being lit.

This movement attracted the attention of the two people, and both Lancer and Bourbon frowned at the same time.

"Akai Shuichi! Are you looking for death? Dare you smoke in the ward?"

"Oh, my dear Gin-sama, who asked you to give him a cigarette? Also, spit out your cigarette for me. Those who are visiting patients and those who are sick are not in good shape!"

The two old smokers fell silent at the same time and put away their cigarettes in unison.