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

"The former police officer named Tsutomu Muranaka was at the same time as Officer Megure in the police academy. He has not been in this profession for many years. However, he has recently received death threats, so he hopes that we can serve as a guest at his wedding. Security personnel.”

Another early morning, Lancer, who was out for a morning jog, took Takagi Wataru and asked carefully about the situation on the wedding day.

Takagi Sheba invited him to drink a cup of coffee and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, because you were so looking forward to attending the wedding, and I couldn't tell the truth, so I made you see such a scene..."

Hearing this, Lancer took a long breath and said with regret, "I thought you were really going to get married. After all, you were full of expectations for the wedding and honeymoon before."

After hearing Lancer's words, Takagi Wataru touched the back of his head with his hand awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, that's all my imagination."

After saying this, Takagi Wataru's cell phone rang, and it seemed to have received a work message, so he drank half the cup of coffee in one gulp, then stood up and prepared to leave.

"I have to go to work, Kurosawa, see you next time!"

Lancer waved towards him, "Bye~"

Takagi Wataru paid and left, while Lancer sat by the window and looked at the scenery outside for a long time, then he also wiped out his breakfast and took a look inside the coffee shop.

"Miss Azusa, Mr. Amuro seems to have not come to the coffee shop recently. Why?"

Azusa Enomoto, who was so busy that he was so busy, stopped next to his seat with a tray in his arms, with a distressed expression on his face: "Speaking of which, I don't know why, but Mr. Amuro suddenly stopped working in the coffee shop." The manager said he had resigned, but despite all efforts to retain him, he still refused to come to work."

The beautiful waiter frowned and said depressedly: "Because many of the signboards in the store were made by Mr. Amuro, and Mr. Amuro is also very popular, and the beautiful high school students who come to him have been complaining. Because he Resigning, I can’t handle it alone..."

After talking for a long time, Azusa Enomoto looked at him with a suspicious blush on his face.

Then she covered her mouth with her hands and her eyes turned into a funny look.

"Sir, are you here for Mr. Amuro?"

Lancer was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly: "Yes, I also admire Mr. Amuro very much!"

"Sure enough..." Azusa Enomoto turned away and clenched his fists. Although he muttered in a small voice, he still couldn't escape Lancer's ears.

"Mr. Amuro kills both men and women!"

Ha ha.

Lancer drank the last sip of coffee and left the coffee shop.

As soon as he walked onto the street, a naughty red sports car stopped in front of Lancer. Rai, wearing a knitted hat, appeared here and honked the horn twice.

Lancer was a little confused about his appearance. After looking around, he quickly got into the car.

After closing the car door, Lancer showed a subtle expression on his face and stared at the back of Rai's head.

"What are you doing here? Did you come to pick me up specially?" Lancer took out his mobile phone and took a look. "Gin didn't send me any message. There should be no special mission to perform."

After hearing Lancer's words, Rai let out a light hum.

The car drove briskly on the street, and the sound of a lighter rang out in the car, which was very clear.

Rai lit a cigarette for himself and said, "Gin has no tasks to answer, it's me. I have something to ask you."

"Huh?" Lancer opened his eyes wide, curiosity flashing in his eyes. "It's really rare. You rarely ask me to help you with anything."

"Well, because this time the trouble is more difficult."

Hearing this, Lancer's face instantly sank.

There are not many things that would make Rai take the initiative to ask for help, and it should be even more difficult to talk about trouble...

"Zero has been out of reach. Have you two exchanged messages?"

Lancer: "Huh?"

He was confused by the wind blowing in through the gap in the car window, "You are looking for me just because you can't contact Bourbon?"

It looks like something is broken.

Oh, it's his three views.

Is this guy Rai actually a love brain?

But then again...

"I just asked the waitress at the coffee shop where Bourbon often worked. She said that Bourbon suddenly quit his part-time job in the store. He resigned without any reason but insisted on it. It must have happened to him suddenly. Please trouble me."

Lancer blinked and saw that Rai's face was still expressionless, so he advised: "Don't worry, that guy has a higher pursuit, he won't die so soon."

Lay, who was driving in front, looked straight ahead of the car and suddenly asked him: "Do you know what the Metropolitan Police Department's public security department is responsible for?"

Lancer shook his head slightly: "To be honest, I'm not sure. However, I did a lot of local criminal investigation dramas some time ago. The image of the public security police seems to be disgusted by many people."

"This is normal. They are directly under the cabinet. Unlike the criminal police, the public security police are responsible for collecting intelligence on public safety and order."

In other words, is it more political?

Lancer touched his chin and said, "No wonder I always feel that Bourbon's methods are tougher than those of ordinary police."

"Recently, an organization has sneaked into the country from abroad. I don't know what their purpose is. Then there is another person."

"Who?"

"The international killer who tied a bomb to me before, Pramya."

Lancer's mind immediately recalled the mask with a sharp crow's beak, the man's actions like a madman, and his last whereabouts at the police station...

Wait a moment--

"You mean, she might seek revenge on Bourbon?" Lancer frowned, "How do I feel that with her reach, even if she re-enters the local area, you should be the one to kill, right?"

Rai chewed his cigarette and laughed, "Maybe in his eyes, I'm already a dead person."

"That's right..."

Does Pramya have a direct grudge against Bourbon?

While Lancer was thinking, the car suddenly accelerated. Lancer's body leaned forward uncontrollably, and his forehead hit the headrest of the front seat.

He took a breath of air and said depressedly: "I don't want to go, can you let me go back to find my wife?"

Rai opened his mouth. Looking in the rearview mirror, he looked somewhat similar to Gin.

Maybe people who are crazy at heart have this kind of virtue.

"Gin said, there are no traitors to deal with recently, and there is no murder or arson to be done, so just follow me obediently."

The red car disappeared on the long highway. If the speed of the car could be slowed down a little, Lancer could be seen pressing his face against the window glass with a lifeless look.