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

It's outrageous, but the damage rate this time is extremely low.

Bomore took stock and touched his head in surprise, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Although Pomaro poisoned the water source, the antidote was delivered in time, so those who fell were fine. On the contrary, there were many casualties among those who went out to defend the island without drinking water. I think we really should find a temple to worship. ”

Lancer squatted in the training camp, looking at the people lying on the ground with only a simple mat spread out, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You are a heinous killer, but you still believe in Buddhism?"

"No." Bomore inserted the needle into the medicine bottle, drew out the liquid, and said casually: "I don't believe it, I'm just saying it, after all, I don't even donate merit."

Lancer: "...I can see it."

Rice Flower Hospital gave Lai a drug to relieve his symptoms, and the medical experts on the island prepared a quick-acting injection. This is how most people survived.

After Lancer and Bomore's relatively trustworthy men disposed of all the corpses on the island, Rai was already well.

It's just that this guy still has a bit of a cough, and he keeps coughing wherever he goes.

Just like a sick man.

"They were able to retreat easily even after such a large attack on the island. What's the reason?"

Ley was wearing a coat and playing with a lighter.

He looked like he wanted to smoke but didn't dare, probably because of Bourbon's scolding. Lancer could hear Bourbon's short-lived scoldings from several rooms away.

Harm, beating means kissing and scolding means loving.

Lancer didn't know how to explain the stand-in card to him, so he simply said: "Gin used some information to make a deal with the other party. They thought it was profitable and then retreated."

Is it that simple?

Rai looked at him suspiciously, and Lancer returned his innocent look.

Rai: "...You disgust me."

"cut!"

The two were disgusted with each other, and eventually dispersed, each finding his own wife and going back to sleep.

Although he can see the situation on the stand-in's side through his electronic eyes, that guy is now locked up. It is still unknown what orders Rum gave and what he did.

Lancer frowned, always feeling that things were not that simple.

He returned to his usual resting room.

This is the room where the killers in the death training camp lived. In addition to receiving inhuman training, they would occasionally receive tasks, such as assassinating their roommates.

So even two people sleeping in the same room will not sleep on the same bed.

When Lancer came, he felt that the two single beds were too far apart, so he took it upon himself to merge the two beds and put a layer of quilt on top.

I thought this would be foolproof, but he and Gin always got into trouble at night.

As the commotion got louder, the two iron beds squeaked and swayed out of the way, moving away like crabs from a divorced couple.

Lancer was thrown to the ground with a thin quilt on his back. He didn't even have time to remember the pain in his butt, before he was pushed to the ground by Gin until he was like an overturned turtle. Only his limbs could move.

This metaphor is not very nice, but it is very vivid.

After that, they added another layer of bed boards on top, which was much stronger.

When he returned, Gin did not turn on the lights in the room. The moonlight from outside came in, making his silver hair look like water flowing when splashing.

He was leaning on the messy quilt with his bare upper body, holding a lit cigarette in his hand, but he didn't smoke it, he just stared out the window blankly.

Lancer looked down and saw that the gauze wrapped around his lower abdomen was only partially exposed outside his pants, and then he remembered that he was also injured.

"Has the dressing been changed for the wound?"

Lancer walked over and asked him, taking off his belt to take a look at the wound.

Gin finally came to his senses and saw that his behavior was so natural that he couldn't help but complain: "You are very suitable for playing the role of a gangster."

"What do you mean?" Lancer pretended to be angry, "What does acting mean? I'm going to act like myself, okay?!"

Gin chuckled, rarely carrying any negative emotions.

"Just laugh." Lancer felt relieved, sat cross-legged opposite him, and said with some sadness and worry: "Looking at your expression just now, it seems that you will leave this world at any time. Are you tired of it?"

Gin was stunned for a moment and answered truthfully: "To a certain extent. But life is like this, and it is impossible to maintain fresh and exciting moods and feelings forever."

Lancer said: "You are just too persistent. If you choose to let go, you should live a comfortable life. We don't have to fight to the death with those annoying guys, not to mention that our combat power is not in the same dimension. There is no need at all. I am afraid that I will be hunted down and retaliated by them.”

"Maybe," Gin said. "I will seriously consider your proposal before I get tired of playing with them."

Lancer really couldn't do anything with this man who liked to fight.

He asked: "What is Rum's next plan? Will he come to attack us again?"

When the cigarette was burned to the end, Gin put it out in the ashtray on the bedside table.

There were two cans of beer next to him. Gin picked up one of them and threw it to him, while he opened the other one himself.

The sound of deflation has a hint of decompression, which is particularly pleasant to the ear.

"I don't know, but he probably won't have time to trouble us in a short time."

"How to say?"

The man raised his head and drank several sips of beer. The Adam's apple on his neck was rolling hard, making Lancer unable to take his eyes away.

After a while, he burst out his bubbles and said with a low smile: "I prepared a big gift for Shirley."

"Oh……"

Mihua Town——

Haiyuan Ai, who had already exposed his identity and even recovered his memory, took several days off and did not go to school, like a frightened bird, for fear of being retaliated by the organization.

She originally wanted to leave here, but was persuaded by Dr. Ali and Conan.

"Isn't it great that she didn't leave?" Conan said, "This is a good start. She can't escape forever!"

Dr. Agasa shook his head: "In the past, I could feel more at ease when Subaru Okiya helped to watch her. But now it is said that the FBI has withdrawn, and the man has also lost his whereabouts. If people from the organization really come here, then Who should we go to?"

Conan rubbed his chin and pondered: "I heard that the police are concentrating their forces to investigate what happened on the day of the science and technology exhibition. The reason is that someone sent them a surveillance video..."

As a result, it seems that no one can really protect them.

"Ding dong!" Someone was ringing the doorbell at the door.

"Who could it be at this time?"