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

The female staff member did not expect that this young man who seemed to have a kind face would actually say such offensive words.

She froze in place, and when her eyes touched the face of the man with long silver hair, she was surprised to find that he was actually smiling!

Yes, there was a hint of teasing in the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were even more mocking when he looked at her.

The female clerk seemed to understand something, and the blush on her face became more and more obvious. She said sorry and hurried back to her seat, lowering her head in shame and anger.

Colleagues were asking her what exactly she said, but the female employee just shook her head and refused to say anything.

The young man who got up looked at Gin unhappily for a long time, and finally uttered two words: "Scumbag!"

The man simply thought he was losing his temper. He rubbed the cigarette case with his fingertips and finally took out a cigarette from it and bit it in his mouth, intending to light it.

As for Vodka, because Lancer was called a scumbag, his hands trembled in shock and he failed to pass the game.

Ah... today is also a troubled day!

Fortunately, the waiter had already brought the food to the table at this time, and successfully calmed down Lancer who was about to go berserk. He turned his anger into appetite and ate several fried dumplings.

Gin, on the other hand, seemed to have no appetite, as if he could live till the end of the world with just one cigarette.

What surprised Lancer was that there was no chili pepper in the egg fried rice, but he gradually started to sweat after eating it.

Ginjiu on the side felt something was wrong, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Why are you sweating so much?"

Lancer was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at him, the man looked directly at his face.

Slightly red.

I saw that the collar was wet with sweat, and the back vest was also sticky now, as if the whole person was soaked in water.

While Lance was confused, he suddenly saw Gin reaching out his hand and placing it on his forehead. The cold touch made Lance shrink his neck.

Then, he heard Gin say in a deep voice: "You have a fever."

"...Huh?" It took a long time for Lancer's gradually dulled head to react. Because of disbelief, his narrow eyes gradually widened in shock.

How can it be? He hasn't been sick for a long time...

Vodka said: "Maybe it's because the air conditioner in the car was too cold on the way here, and he was wearing thin clothes and slept all the way, right?"

"Yeah." Gin was just as he thought. He had almost finished his meal and immediately stood up to take him out of here.

"Vodka, go pay for it."

"Okay, big brother."

Although he still couldn't figure out the situation, Vodka put away his phone, put on his sunglasses and walked quickly to the checkout counter.

Lancer's body was wrapped by Gin in a windbreaker, covering all the sweat stains on his clothes, and he was ready to take him out of the restaurant.

But what they didn't expect was that just when they left the dinner table, a person among the team building staff fell down at the table.

The stool also tipped over with the weight of the man's body and lay across the ground.

The man pinched his own throat and screamed in pain, foaming at the mouth and died tragically on the spot.

Lancer took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead with difficulty. Only then did his eyes see clearly that the person dead on the ground was actually the female employee!

"What's going on?" Lancer murmured.

He heard the man click his tongue impatiently, pull him into his arms forcefully, and leave without intending to interfere in this matter.

Unexpectedly, the couple who had been sitting in the corner suddenly rushed out and shouted to the two of them and the staff at the table: "No one is allowed to leave now! I have called the police. If any of you insist on leaving the restaurant, If so, I will explain to the police and arrest you as murder suspects."

The dark-skinned young man among the lovers said this to them, but his sharp eyes were staring at Gin and Lancer.

It was as if they were treated as prisoners.

This familiar look reminded Lancer of a person - Edogawa Conan.

As soon as that guy encounters a case, his eyes and expressions will change into a completely different look, revealing that his intelligence is completely inconsistent with that of a primary school student.

The proud but self-righteous look makes people both love and hate him.

Even though he knew that the best choice at the moment was to wait for the police to come here and cooperate with them to complete the investigation, Gin still felt bored watching the young man who was getting weaker.

His body temperature was rising faster than expected, as if some things were always out of his control.

Gin lowered his head and asked him: "Can you still hold on?"

"Well... I think I can still hold on for a while, but if the murderer can't be found in the investigation, I'm afraid..."

There was no more words left to say.

Gin had no choice but to arrange for him to sit back on the chair again, leaning to the side.

Lancer grabbed the hem of his clothes and pressed against him.

"Are you sick?" The young man walked up to Lancer with his hands in his pockets, looked down at him dripping with sweat, and asked doubtfully: "I thought you were just faking it, but I didn't expect it to look quite serious... …Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?”

"No need." Gin pressed Lancer's face against his waist, refusing his approach, just like refusing a bad boy to play with his own children.

"When will the police come?" Gin asked.

The dark-skinned boy scratched the side of his face with his hand and looked at him curiously.

"They said they would arrive as soon as possible..."

This man has such a strong aura that he doesn't look like an ordinary person, and that silver hair always seems to be engraved in the depths of my mind, but I can't remember it...

A few minutes later, a police car with its siren blaring stopped at the door. Several police officers got out of the car and hurried into the restaurant.

The fat police officer in the hat couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the dark-skinned boy waving to him.

"Aren't you Hattori Heiji? Why do you show up here with Kazuha at this time? Not to mention that you encounter murder every time, just dating your girlfriend at this hour is not normal, right? "

The dark-skinned boy waved his hands and said with a smile: "We just planned to come to Tokyo to watch a game, and because we got the train departure time wrong, we got here in the middle of the night. When we have nothing to do, we just want to come to this store. Fill the stomach!"

He pointed at the female employee who fell on the ground and scratched her head helplessly: "I didn't expect that a murder would happen."

The next step is for the police to investigate the identity and relationship of everyone present.

The detective named Takagi came to Lancer with a small notebook. He looked at Lancer who was feeling uncomfortable, then looked at Gin, and asked: "Excuse me, what is the relationship between you two? Where are you from?" Where are the people?”

Gin chewed his cigarette and didn't want to speak.

Lancer raised his head, weakly and sweating and whispered: "We are from Kyoto, we are a couple."

"Oh, the relationship between lovers..."

This policeman's reflex arc is relatively long.

After a few seconds, he was shocked and took a step back.

"What?! Couple?!"

His loud voice successfully attracted the attention of others.

Lancer frowned slightly, unhappy with their suspicious looks, so he stood up with the man's arm, pulled his neck down and touched him lightly.

Gin goes well with it.

other people:"!!!"

Vodka: Calm, small scene.