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

Rum used to have a subordinate named Curacao, who was a tall, sexy and beautiful mixed-race beauty.

Like Gin, she has long silver hair. She is good at undercover and assassination, and her skills are not inferior to Pramya's.

However, she unfortunately died during a mission to steal internal intelligence data from the police. To this day, Gin still doesn’t know why she rebelled during that mission.

"So? Since she's dead, why mention her again?"

Lancer frowned in confusion and began to retrieve Curacao's information from the data input into the system.

"Wow, what a beautiful woman!"

The wrinkles between his brows relaxed and he flipped through her information with interest.

There were still traces of being ravaged on Lancer's neck and chest. Seeing that Lancer was becoming very interested in another woman, Gin couldn't help but grab his chin and clamp the corners of his mouth. He directly pressed his fingers in.

"You really can't learn well at all." Gin's deep voice sounded like a storm was about to come.

Lancer, on the other hand, raised his eyebrows and smiled in a leisurely manner, and said, "Don't be angry! It is human instinct to appreciate beautiful things. The reason why you like me is partly because of my face, right?"

Gin mocked him: "Stop putting gold on your face."

Lancer shrugged disapprovingly: "So, if I had a face like vodka, would you still sleep in the same bed with me?"

It was undeniable that Gin really couldn't picture such a scene in his mind.

Because just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.

Lancer moved his jaw, "Let's get down to business, what happened to her in Curacao? You just mentioned the supernatural incident, could she be resurrected?"

He just made a joke casually, but to his surprise, Gin put the cigarette butt behind the ashtray and nodded.

"Many members within the organization reported that they saw Curacao who was supposed to be dead."

"Not only that, she is even sabotaging the missions and daily activities of organization members. It looks like she has returned from hell to avenge herself."

Hearing this, Lancer raised his eyebrows: "Did you abuse her?"

Upon hearing this, Gin sneered and snorted: "How many people who join this organization do you think will live a so-called good life?"

"Belmod." Lancer said the woman's name sharply, and started counting for him with his fingers.

"This woman's fees for every appearance are ridiculously high. She not only eats and drinks at public expense, but also always fishes in the water." This enviable treatment made Lancer jealous. "Now that the science and technology exhibition has happened, she He didn't even ask a question, what is this if he's not a god?"

Gin watched Lancer grind his teeth hard and sighed silently.

"I'm here to bear the burden and move forward, while she hides in the dark and has a good time. Otherwise, I might as well give her the boss role!"

Lancer exploded.

Every time he saw this guy getting awkward and angry, Gin would always remind himself that there was an age difference between him and him, so it was slightly understandable to be childish.

After he finished getting angry, Gin continued the topic calmly: "Curaçao is a person trained by Rum. If she appears at this time, Rum will not be able to sit still."

After saying this, Lancer seemed to understand something.

"Have you heard the story about the six sects besieging Guangmingding?"

Gin narrowed his eyes, his dark green eyes filled with confusion.

While he wanted to know what this story was about, he also felt that this kid couldn't hold anything good in his mouth.

Lancer got up, and the quilt slipped off his back, revealing a large area of ​​skin with red marks. Occasionally, gunshot wounds were visible, and they were all in dangerous locations, making his fair skin look a bit ferocious.

"Rum has caused so many troubles, and now many parties want his life. As long as we provide a little guidance and make a layout, it won't be difficult to kill this guy."

Gin nodded slightly, agreeing with his statement, but the key to the success or failure of this matter is: "We can't know where Rum is hiding for the time being. It's not that simple to lure him out."

After all, it must be somewhat difficult to implement it.

Lancer couldn't think of a reason, so he had to pick up the clothes thrown on the ground and put them on.

"Let's investigate the truth of this supernatural incident first." He licked his silver hair and said confidently, "I want to see who is pretending to be a ghost in the dark."

The stormy technology exhibition attack soon faded out of the public eye as time went by.

Although some relevant media are still reporting on this news, because there is no progress, no one is paying attention to it.

On the contrary, several other serial murder cases aroused heated discussion among citizens.

On the way home from school, Ayumi frowned and asked her companions: "Have you heard? Many celebrities have been killed recently. It feels so terrible!"

Conan didn't know what he was thinking about, but the discussion of several children around him finally caught his attention.

"Celebrities?" Mitsuhiko thought for a while and said suddenly: "It's really true! Not only famous entrepreneurs were killed recently, but also popular actresses in the film and television industry, and famous designers in the clothing industry... I don’t know why the prisoner insists on targeting such elite talents?”

Haiyuan Ai's tone was still calm and calm, even with a bit of yin and yang aura.

"I think it's probably the work of some twisted, psychopathic killer who is incompetent but hates the rich."

Conan was stunned and looked at her.

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya suddenly seemed to remember something at this time, "Speaking of which, we have encountered this kind of case before, right? It was the criminal psychologist, Mr. Hirato, who mocked the prisoner and was killed... This time Wouldn’t the prisoner have a similar experience?”

"Yeah, I almost forgot." Yuanta scratched his head.

"Conan, what do you think?" Ayumi asked, and everyone looked at Edogawa Conan.

Conan, who was inexplicably cueed, couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm not a prisoner, what can I say?"

"But you should be very familiar with the police recently, right?" Haiyuan Ai revealed what he wanted to hide, "Because when that guy named Feng Gu Ling got into trouble, you became a little panicked, right? So, right? He ran to the police station every two days."

Conan: "..."

Damn, I was right.