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

"None of the suspect's belongings contained poison, and none of the deceased's colleagues were wearing rings."

When Takagi was reporting this, he couldn't help but glance towards Gin.

Gin was still letting the young man lean against him, while he impatiently smoked one cigarette after another.

After Hattori Heiji looked through the pile of things one by one, he really didn't think there was anything wrong, but...

"Fishing line, thin wire, and transparent tape... Why do you have to carry such strange things with you?"

The suspects frowned and said, "This shouldn't be illegal, right?"

"Yes, it's just a personal hobby..."

"Mr. Police! If you have no evidence to prove that we are criminals, please let us go home early! It's already getting late!"

"Sure enough, the murderer should be that vicious-looking man, right? You should search him too..."

The clerk who was speaking ill of others behind his back suddenly felt a chill running down his back. When he turned around, trembling, he found the silver-haired man staring at him with cold eyes.

At this time, Hattori Heiji walked past him and came directly to Gin, asking for advice in detail.

"Excuse me, sir, can you tell me in more detail what happened when you saw that luminous ring?"

Gin instinctively felt disgusted with the inquisitive little detective in front of him, but if he wanted to leave today, he probably really had to place his hope on him.

After all, someone was so burned that his consciousness was almost blurred.

He opened his mouth and gave some hints. At this time, the restaurant briefly shut down the power, and the power was restored after more than ten seconds.

At the moment when the light came on, Hattori Heiji seemed to have discovered something. An idea flashed in his mind, and he turned around and walked quickly towards Officer Megure.

"Officer! I know who the criminal is!" A proud smile appeared on the face of the dark-skinned high school student. "I also know what kind of poisoning technique he used!"

Gin let out an irritated breath and wanted to light a cigarette for himself again.

But at this time, Lancer suppressed his hand that reached into his pocket, and his body was shaking.

"You can carry me to the car..." His face was flushed, and the heat on his body could be clearly felt even through a layer of clothes.

"While they are not paying attention now..."

Hearing this, Gin didn't intend to stay here any longer. He picked up Lancer and walked directly out the door.

When Vodka wanted to follow, Gin glanced over coldly, "You keep it here."

Vodka, who had expected this for a long time, shrugged his shoulders, stopped, and also stopped two police officers who wanted to stop drinking gin.

After explaining the situation, the police were finally willing to allow the unwell witness to rest in the car.

As soon as he got back to the car, Lancer couldn't suppress his gasping and began to tremble all over.

I remember an old man told him before that this is called showing off.

His nails dug hard into the leather seat back, and cold sweat fell like rain on his body and head, and soon even his eyelashes were wet.

Lancer's vision was blurred by water mist, and he felt that his hand seemed to be shackled by Gin's tight grip, and his body was tilted towards him.

He felt his lips being grasped by the other person's, and they were being crushed hard. The violent entanglement made it difficult for Lancer to tell which part was more painful.

"Gin..." Lancer's eyes were confused, his pupils had lost focus, and he looked very ill.

As if he had just been fished out of a hot water pot, his whole body was steaming.

Suddenly a hand was pressed on the back of the man's shoulder. The young man's eyelashes lightly brushed against his clothes, and then he gradually fell asleep smelling the smell of tobacco all over his body.

Gin sighed imperceptibly.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, but did not light it.

The sinful left hand pinched the young man's cheek until a few finger marks were made on his face, and then he turned to look at the street scene outside the window.

After struggling for so long, it’s almost dawn.

The sky in the far east turns from black to gray, and soon the sun will rise from the horizon, spreading light to the world.

Gin didn't hate the sun, he was just tired of the possibility of exposing himself to danger.

After all, he has a lot of people's blood on his hands, and he has been trained as a killing machine since he was a child.

As dawn approaches, the Chinese restaurant case finally comes to an end.

Thanks to Heiji Hattori, a high school detective, the murderer was discovered among the deceased's colleagues and the poison was hidden in a tape disguised as a ring.

This thing reflects easily when exposed to light, and the angle of reflection is exactly aimed at Gin.

The piece of tape that was trying to be destroyed after use was also found under the table. After all, it is sticky and transparent, so it is easy to ignore.

"But I think that tall gentleman should already know who the murderer is!"

Hattori Heiji sat on the chair where Gin had sat, and suddenly realized: "Because from this angle, even if the waiter blocks the view, you can still tell who stretched out his hand through the inclination and angle of the palm."

He said: "Officer Memu, why not call them in and ask them?"

Hearing this, Officer Memu held up his hat and said regretfully: "After the prisoner confessed, they had left. It is said that it was because the young man who looked uncomfortable had been sick, and the police officer confirmed that he had a fever. It was very serious, so we let them go.”

Although it did not affect the case, Hattori Heiji always felt that something was strange.

Speaking of which, that guy with short silver hair... looks like the way Kudo transformed when he took medicine!

He scratched his hair to stop himself from thinking about it any more.

How could there be people everywhere who have taken that kind of medicine!

After sleeping soundly for several hours, Lancer was woken up by the thick smell of smoke. He sneezed several times and even had mucus coming out of his nose.

Adhering to the principle of staying close, he fumbled to find someone's clothes, picked them up and wiped them on his nose, then slowly opened his eyes.

What caught his eye was Gin's gloomy face that turned black.

Lancer glanced down subconsciously and realized that what he was lifting was someone else's clothes, so he immediately put it down angrily.

"Haha... Good morning, brother!" He laughed dryly.

Gin reached out her hand to push him aside in disgust, took off her clothes and threw them on him.

Lancer, whose face was covered, quickly took off his clothes and looked around.

At this time, he realized that the place he was in was a little bumpy, and he immediately realized that he was on a boat.

Lancer asked in surprise: "Where are we going?"