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

I didn't expect to be tricked by Rumi Wakasa. Gin was silent and Lancer shed tears.

When the two re-examined their actions that day, Lancer discovered a lot of doubts.

"By the way, we didn't find the whereabouts of the two brats Shirley and Kudo Shinichi. Could it be that they were kidnapped by Rumi Wakasa?"

But what is the reason?

Is she worried that these two guys will ruin her and Belmode's plan?

Lancer felt that the situation might be better investigated from the moment Rumi Wakasa was taken away by the medical staff. If she had been pretending to be seriously injured, she might still be in the hospital now.

"We have to leave this island." Lancer sighed regretfully, not even in the mood to eat crabs anymore.

Gin hummed, then stared at the clear soup the young chef brought him, and said, "But before that, I have to find the mouse hiding here."

Hearing what he said, Lancer's eyes showed an interesting light, and finally he chuckled and said no more.

The cafeteria became quiet, and even the sound of eating was so weak that it was almost inaudible, which shows how powerful Gin's pressure is on this island.

That night, Lancer told Bomore and the others to personally patrol the surrounding islands to see if there were any Rum people left on the island.

Gin, on the other hand, lay on the pillow with his arms bare, stubbing out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and stayed awake with his eyes open.

The room was filled with the scent of soap, and the gin smelled like it was coming from my washed hair, but it didn't seem to be the case.

He closed his eyes calmly, and sleepiness soon came over him, pulling him into the deepest part of his dream.

I don't know how much time passed, but the door of the room was suddenly opened, and a man with very light footsteps walked in from the outside.

He appeared at Gin's bedside without making any footsteps. At this moment, the man's eyes were cold, as if he wanted to kill Gin at any time.

But he didn't do anything. Instead, he picked up the cigarette case that Gin placed on the bedside and replaced it with the cigarette case of the same brand that he brought.

There is no doubt that the smoke inside must have been tampered with.

Just when the dark shadow was about to turn around and leave, a figure suddenly appeared from outside the window sill.

"Are you concerned about my dear's sleeping problem? You are too considerate!"

Lancer's voice sounded, and the person's body froze and he suddenly looked towards the window.

I saw someone sitting on the window where the curtains were originally drawn. Lancer's blond hair glowed with a thin layer of silver under the light of today's full moon.

There was a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold.

The figure took a step back, and when he lowered his head again, he found that Gin, who had been sleeping, had opened his eyes.

Those dark green eyes were like poisonous snakes. Being stared at by such eyes, the man felt that he would never be able to leave here alive today.

It was at this time that the light in the dim room was suddenly turned on by the person standing at the door. ,

When he saw Bomore standing there, the man's body swayed visibly, and his steps that were originally preparing to retreat seemed to have given up at this time, and he stayed firmly in place without moving.

After seeing this man's true face, Bomore was stunned for a moment, then showed an expression of disbelief, and finally turned into disappointment and resignation.

"Although I have long known that there are many bad people in this world, I never thought that you and Bomalo would betray me at the same time."

"Cook."

Lancer glanced at the cigarette case placed on the bedside table and blinked in surprise: "I originally thought you would light mosquito coils or other things in the room to stun the gin, but I really didn't expect you. How dare you tamper with his cigarette."

And Gin didn’t seem to notice!

This is outrageous.

Perhaps seeing Lancer's doubts, Lancer paused and said in a low voice: "At the beginning, he didn't give that much dose, so I didn't doubt it. But later on, as the dose increased, it became easier." Noticed."

Cook was surprised: "Since you have guessed that I tampered with your cigarette, why did you..."

"Idiot." Gin scolded him, "I'm just pretending to show you. I asked someone else for this cigarette."

Because he knew that Gin was very addicted to smoking, without Lancer's obstruction, it was no problem to have a box of Gin a day.

But because he sleeps more these days, he smokes less.

The day before yesterday, Gin finished smoking a cigarette and fell asleep. However, when he woke up and picked up the cigarette case, he noticed something wrong and suspected that someone had tampered with his cigarette.

This situation was set up today just to catch Cook.

"You guys already knew it was me?" Cook was surprised. He had always felt that he had done it very carefully, even flawlessly.

But Lancer sneered: "Stop laughing so hard. When you came to deliver food to Gin, you didn't want me to remind you what you were holding under the tray, right?"

Hearing this, Cook's face turned black and red.

"Why did you attack Gin?" Bomore showed his pistol and aimed it at Cook. "If you don't tell me why, I'll kill you right now."

Cook lowered his head and whispered: "We are all puppets, Bomore, and so are you."

"I don't want to hear your crazy talk."

"If you're a puppet, you can't help yourself." Cook looked very strange, but there was something indescribably wrong. "I just follow orders and do things. I don't know anything else."

Lancer asked him: "Did you just give sleeping pills, or poison?"

"Slow poison." Cook said, "Gin, he must die."

The man with long silver hair sat up from the bed, supported the edge of the bed with his bare arms, and suddenly kicked Cook over with a sweeping leg.

Cook's head hit the iron railing beside the bed, making a loud sound.

Lancer raised his eyebrows: "It sounds good, a good start."

"Have you had any contact with Rum, Bomarro, or Belmod since the day the Death Training Island was attacked?"

Cook got up from the ground with difficulty, and then shook his head: "The communication on the island has always been poor, and the signal is intermittent. Even if there is one, when I called Bomaru, she never answered."

"Very good." Gin raised the corners of his lips, with a cruel and cold smile on his face.

"You can rest in peace."

After saying that, a pistol suddenly appeared in Gin's empty hand, pressed it against Cook's head, and fired with a bang.

Blood splatter.

Bomore looked at the scene in front of him with some sadness.

Gin was decisive and indifferent, while Lancer was sitting on the windowsill with his arms folded, still with a smile on his lips, as if he had long been accustomed to what was happening in front of him.

"Why are you showing that expression?" Lancer looked at Bomore's face and laughed at him: "You must feel bad for such a traitor, right?"

Bomore wiped his face and shook his head: "I feel sorry for you, I only feel sorry for my wife, he is nothing!"

"I'm just sad. These subordinates are rebelling one by one. From now on, all the big and small things on the island must be under my control? I'm so annoyed!"