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

Previously, in order to find his own life experience, Gin and Lancer entered the virtual world of Cocoon, and then traced the past based on fragmented memories.

Although they successfully learned each other's life experiences and escaped from the cocoon, it is impossible to know whether their memory data has been backed up.

After learning that Cocoon, which had been researched and developed by the organization for a long time, had been brought to the surface, the first thing Lancer thought of was to find the original underground research institute to check the situation.

When we arrived at the scene, not to mention the underground research institute, even the entire building seemed to have been moved away, and the environment became completely different from what I remembered.

Lancer frowned and asked, "Did the entire base also move?"

Gin only saw a few cars parked where high-rise buildings were supposed to be built.

He circled the car a few times, then as if he had discovered something, he knelt down and took a look under the car.

Sure enough, there was a sewer manhole cover under the car.

"Lancer." Gin put his hands in his pockets and began to order the man with short silver hair who was looking aside.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Find a way to move this car."

Lancer smiled and said: "Jiaoqi, don't you know how to do it yourself?"

He found Gin staring at him with a pair of dark green eyes, so he had no choice but to surrender again and again.

"I know, I know, I'll move it right now."

While muttering something, Lancer pulled out a master key and opened the car door with a beep.

"You can bully me as much as you like because I love you. Maybe every zombie I killed in my previous life was your clone."

[System: Brother, this is not something you want to talk about! 】

Fortunately, Gin didn't care what he was talking about, he just waited calmly with his hands in his pockets, trying to get something for nothing.

Lancer wanted to blow up the car directly, but he was afraid of attracting onlookers and would have to chase him to silence him.

Very troublesome.

The car drove out with difficulty, revealing the big manhole cover.

Gin found a stick on the ground, pried it from the edge of the manhole cover a few times, and successfully opened the underground entrance.

He took out the small flashlight he had used before, turned on the light and looked inside. Sure enough, he found the entrance descending ladder that had trapped Ley before.

Lancer's face fell instantly as he came over.

"Isn't it? You have to go into the sewer again? There was an elevator last time, why..."

Before Lancer could finish complaining, Gin skillfully summoned the bees and put them down.

Lancer: "...That's reckless."

A real-time surveillance screen appeared in front of their eyes. They could not see anything in the pitch black. They did not directly turn on the night vision mode until they reached the bottom.

The end of the descending ladder suddenly hung in the air, and a rope was tied to the metal ladder, hanging down to the space below.

The little bee descended another ten meters and finally reached the old site of the research institute.

There is no doubt that this place has been destroyed.

From the black-and-white images transmitted back, it can be seen that most of the computers have been evacuated, and a few units have been smashed.

However, there are more corpses of researchers.

They were lying on the ground or on the table, and their death state was very strange.

Lancer directed one of the little bees to explore the corpse.

What's suspicious is that their faces are ferocious, their eyes are wide open, and their mouths are wide open, but no injuries can be found on their bodies.

The more Lancer looked at it, the more he felt that this death state looked familiar. He held his chin and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "This seems to be the death state of being killed by poison gas!"

Gin twitched the corner of his mouth, "Fortunately, I didn't go down on impulse. If there was still poisonous gas down there, half of my life might have been left there."

Lancer smiled and remained silent, someone quit.

[System: What do you mean? What's the meaning! Is this a roundabout way of saying that I am useless? I will also call the police, okay? 】

Lancer knew it very well: "Yes, yes, and then the gas suits and gas masks will charge us 88,000 points, right?"

The system tweaked and the sound became louder.

[System: Oops~ Everyone is just asking for food~]

It aroused goosebumps all over his body. Lancer rubbed his arms and ignored him.

About half an hour later, Gin closed his eyes and frowned slightly, looking a little irritated.

"The doctor's body was not found."

"Doctor?" Lancer thought for a moment, "Is it the old man named Kataoka?"

"Ah."

Someone was already walking over here. Lancer patted Gin on the shoulder and stood up.

They put the manhole cover back up and planned to leave.

When the man came to drive his car, he saw that the old antique car had finally been moved away, and was surprised: "This car is yours?"

Lancer blinked: "No, we have never seen this kind of car. Come and take a look. Sir, do you know this car?"

The man turned the car keys in his hand, glanced at Gin who was silent, and then nodded towards Lancer.

"It's not like we know each other. After the building here was demolished, it was turned into a parking lot. There is no planned parking space in the community where my home is, so I bought a parking space here."

"It's strange to say that there used to be two trash cans here. We thought this was a deliberate plan by the developer. But a week ago, this car was parked here and has never been moved."

The young man glanced at the car and wondered, "This car has moved. I thought you were its owner!"

Gin caught the key: "It was moved here just a week ago?"

"Yes!"

No autopsies were performed on the people in the underground research institute, but judging from the death conditions and degree of decomposition, their death time was also about a week.

This should have happened just a week ago.

Ginjiu figured something out, turned around and left.

The young man seemed to want to ask something else, so Lancer smiled and said to him: "Thank you."

Then Lancer caught up with Gin, put his arms on his shoulders, and the two brothers seemed to be walking forward.

After walking a long distance, Lancer raised his finger and released the combat drone.

Not long after the young man's car drove out of the parking lot, the tire was shot through, the car lost control, hit a large truck, and was rolled under the car.

After causing an unexpected car accident, the drone returned quietly.

Something happened at the research institute, and they wanted to talk to Mr. Yan about it, but they couldn't get in touch with him. Even Haya cut off contact with them.

After Lancer heard the prompt tone that the number he dialed was unavailable again, Gin twitched his lips.

"It seems like this is a bait, trying to lure both of us into taking the bait."

Lancer snorted softly, sat down on the sofa, crossed his arms and looked away.

"Don't eat, I'm a picky eater!"

"..."