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

On the highest floor of the mansion—

The corridor is covered with a thick red carpet, the pattern on it is European-style, and the wallpaper and ceiling are all European and American retro style.

There were almost no footsteps, and no one else passed by in this corridor.

It was so quiet that you could hear breathing clearly.

When they came to a stop in front of a certain door, Belmode stretched out his hand towards the two of them: "Okay, now give me the antidote. As for your credit, I will definitely report it to the boss." Reported.”

Vodka had already taken out the box containing the antidote from the inner pocket of his coat, but Cohen beside him suddenly asked: "Belmod, why are you wearing gloves?"

The beautiful woman looked at the black gloves she had put on. She pulled up the hem of her skirt and turned it in a circle to show it to the two of them.

"Of course it's to match my expensive dress. There will be a dance at the mansion later. I want to dress up beautifully and go on a date with a handsome guy, okay?"

Cohen paused and said, "Excuse me for being careless, but can you take off your gloves and let us take a look?"

Neither Belmod nor Vodka expected that Cohen, who had always been a man of few words, would say such words at such a time.

He has a submissive personality.

Hearing this, Belmod showed a disdainful smile: "It seems that you are doubting me!"

"But that's right. You just came back from that hell-like place, so it's normal for you to be worried."

She took off the glove on her right hand, revealing her slender white hand, and turned it back and forth to show them both.

Cohen nodded: "Okay, I have no problem."

The woman snorted and knocked on the door. The person inside opened the door and let them in.

Before going in, Vodka was still a little confused: "You just asked Belmode to take off his gloves. What do you mean?"

Cohen looked at him and said calmly: "Have you not received the news yet? It is said that after the virus is infected, the first symptoms will appear on the hands. If the hands appear abnormal, it is probably infected."

For this reason, Vodka showed a look of realization.

"I see."

……

In the carefully decorated room, there are European retro-style furnishings everywhere. From murals to vases, and even antique telephones, they are all old objects that look like they were used by people in the last century.

Vodka and Cohen exchanged a look.

Could it be that the master of the Karasuma family is really still alive today?

The thought of such a terrible possibility made their hair stand on end.

This is a suite, and what they enter is only the outer room where they can move freely. There is only a bead curtain between here and the study.

The curtain is made of rhinestones strung together. The light in the room reflects the dazzling light from the cut surface of each rhinestone.

Therefore, they could only see the figure of a mature man sitting behind the desk in the suite through the curtain. As for what he looked like, no one knew.

An old man guarding the bead curtain stopped the two people who were trying to spy, and extended his old palm to them.

"Please hand over the antidote."

Vodka and Cohen looked at each other again, and Vodka had no choice but to push up his sunglasses and hand over the box that was already in his hand to this man.

Finding that only the two of them were back, Belmod frowned and said, "Where is Bomalo? Why can't she be seen?"

Vodka scratched his head: "There was an accident when we were chasing the potion, and she was beaten to death."

Belmod bit his red lower lip, his eyes becoming fierce and vicious.

"This mission is too dangerous. I had a premonition..."

"She was shot through the heart by a sniper hiding in the dark." Cohen said, "Judging from the angle and position of the shooting, it should have been shot from a budgeted sniper point that had been prepared in advance. The other party was an expert. "

For Cohen to give such a high evaluation shows that he is by no means a simple character.

Belmode was startled, a face flashed in his mind, he pinched his chin and began to think.

The antidote was handed to the gentleman in the study.

He finally spoke, his voice rumbled with the vicissitudes of life and the calm power of absolute control over everything.

In short, it fits everyone’s fantasy of a boss.

"It doesn't matter. Once the organization's medical experts analyze the antidote, people in our organization won't have to kill each other for this medicine."

"At that time, everyone's lifeblood will be under our control. What else can we want but not get?"

Belmode folded his arms and refused to comment, while Vodka and Cohen did not have the courage to speak directly to the boss.

"Okay, you must be tired after coming all the way from the territory. You should go and rest first. Future actions will be discussed in the long run after my order."

Vodka nodded respectfully, and then walked out of the suite with Cohen.

The people inside the house closed the door tightly and locked it three times from the inside. Then they put their ears against the door and listened quietly for a while.

After confirming that the footsteps had left, he nodded towards Belmod in the room.

The woman found a chair and sat down by herself. She saw the red wine on the table, but chose to pour herself another glass of boiled water, raised her head and drank the entire glass of water.

"You seem like you can't wait any longer?" the man in the study said to her.

Belmod took off his gloves, then stood up and walked in the direction where he was, reaching out and lifting the shiny curtain.

She held the potion in her hand and said with a smile on her sexy red lips: "Do you think such a bait could have been spread by Gin?"

The man hummed: "It's almost the same."

"But, it doesn't matter anymore... Our people have suffered numerous casualties, and they will never be easy off!"

……

Walking in the corridor, Vodka crossed his arms and thought about something. He always felt something strange.

Cohen asked, “Where is Chianti?”

"Hmm... I heard that she seems to be responsible for guarding the wife named Kudo Yusaku. She should be downstairs." Vodka groped from his pocket and muttered: "I need to find a bathroom with ventilation or wherever. , go smoke a cigarette——"

After his voice touched a strange small disc in his inner pocket, he took it out and held it in front of his eyes to look at it.

"what is this?"

Cohen also observed with doubt.

A few seconds later——

"This seems to be a small device for eavesdropping on location."

Vodka: "?!"

It's over.