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

Like the Shinigami primary school students, Gin Lancer and the others are also eyeing the cruise ship that will sail around Tokyo Bay on Christmas Day.

"Why are you so sure?" Lancer asked.

Uninformed outsiders judge this serial murder case based on the identity of the deceased.

Most of them are very well-known in society, so most people think that the suspect's portrait should be a low-level intellectual who hates social elites, or an antisocial personality who has a unhappy life.

It's much simpler for them. They only need to know who is a member of the organization on the ship.

After all, the other party is really here for the organization.

After Gin paused for a moment, the silver-haired man who knew too many things said something that surprised them.

"The founder of this luxury brand, the daughter of the Uehara family, is a shrewd woman in the organization who is as charming as Belmode."

Lancer: "Wow."

Ley: "Huh."

Bourbon: "..."

Sure enough, is the end of the world the organization?

Why do you suddenly feel like anyone you catch on the street is a member of the organization?

After the shock, Lancer couldn't help but start thinking: "Then the question now is how to get a pass for the cruise ship."

Bourbon placed three cups of coffee in front of them, except for gin.

Gin raised his eyes and glanced at him, ready to laugh at this guy - as expected, people who can't get along can never get along with each other even if their positions are changed.

But Lancer blew on his coffee, put it in front of Gin, and asked Gin to stop swearing like a believer offering sacrifices.

He was moved for only two seconds before Lancer urged him: "Quick, help me test for cyanide."

Gin: "..."

After watching the good show, Rai picked up the coffee cup in front of him, took a sip, praised his craftsmanship in making bourbon coffee, and brought the topic back to business.

"I remember that there is a department within the organization that seems to be able to help forge things. Can't we just leave the pass to them?"

Bourbon's suggestion was: "Why not just steal it?"

Gin asked back: "Do you know who is invited?"

As if by magic, Bourbon took out a magazine with a new cover from under the small table between them.

Lancer glanced at the date on the cover. It was the latest magazine that came out two days ago.

Absolutely.

While they were causing trouble for Rum's men, they actually had time to buy new fashion magazines to read!

He is indeed the best employee of the police and FBI.

"The latest spokesperson for this luxury brand is the currently very popular idol star, Ms. Okino Yoko. As the brand's image spokesperson, she will definitely be the first choice for invitation to this celebration banquet."

On the smooth surface of the magazine, a young and beautiful beauty is carrying a beautifully designed women's bag, with a cute and energetic look.

Lancer paused, narrowed his eyes and began to think about it.

"This beauty looks a bit familiar..."

Gin on the side took a sip of coffee, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression became a little subtle. There was even an imperceptible smile on his lips.

Lay, who was sitting opposite him, saw all the changes in his facial expressions, so he asked with his lips raised: "What dirty things are you thinking about in your mind? It's too obscene."

Bourbon snorted, feeling happy that a great revenge had been avenged.

Even Lancer came back from his unconscious thoughts and looked at Gin: "Darling, did you remember anything?"

Gin stopped hiding it and gave him two words as a reminder: "Women's clothing."

Ok?

Dressing up as a girl?

Is there any need to dress up as a woman this time?

Lancer thought about it quite seriously, and finally several scenes of wearing women's clothing flashed through his mind, and he was stunned on the spot.

"Ah!" Lancer pulled the magazine, looked at the beauty on it carefully, and then looked at Gin in surprise.

"She was the female star whose face was so swollen that she couldn't sing?"

[System: Damn, you don’t even remember this person? 】

She's not my girlfriend, why remember her?

Lancer thought for a while, and in the complicated eyes of the three men, he calmed down and explained: "Gin never remembers the names of dead people, but I am different. I don't remember the names of people I have saved."

Summary: None of them are good birds.

Rai drank the coffee and finally put down the cup, "Then, I'll leave the pass matter to you."

"It would be best if she is a person who repays kindness." Lancer touched his chin and thought, "If she can't help us, then I will have to be rude to the beauty."

Throughout the conversation, Bourbon only drank his own coffee and did not participate in any of their speeches.

After leaving the environment where they lived, Lancer sat in the passenger seat and said to Gin a little distressedly: "I can't seem to see the change in bourbon."

Gin seemed very calm.

He stepped on the accelerator and headed straight into the center of Tokyo.

"It's normal, because Bourbon is a guy who is very good at disguise. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been deceived by him for so long."

Lancer raised his brows, looking a little surprised: "I thought you kept him until the end because you wanted to get rid of him yourself. After all, what you hate the most is this kind of undercover agent who hides in the organization."

The cold wind poured in through the gap in the car window. His slender hand pressed the lift button, and the car window slowly closed.

Gin let out a breath of white air, but it was not smoke, but hot air.

"It's true that I hate these rats covered in skin, but I still understand the principle of making the best use of everything. I really hope those two rebellion cards have a time limit, so that when the time limit passes, I can see their faces An expression of pain and regret."

Lancer has long known that men are bad.

He smiled nonchalantly, took out his phone and started placing an order online.

A few minutes later, Gin's cell phone rang, and the bill for Lancer's consumption came.

The silver-haired man took the time to take out his mobile phone from his pocket and asked curiously: "What did you buy?"

"Flowers." Lancer leaned against the car door, holding his cheeks with his hands, smiling brightly: "If you want to meet a female star, of course you must prepare a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers. Otherwise, how can you have the opportunity to meet Okino Yoko? ?”

But Gin felt that the point was: "You spend my money to order flowers for other women."

"How about you ask the boss to reimburse me? I don't have any money."

Lancer said confidently.