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

Lancer ran out of the cabin.

What greeted him was the salty sea breeze and the boundless ocean.

The young man stood on the deck in a daze, holding the rail tightly and looking down. He could only see two white waves splitting under the hull.

Occasionally, seagulls would fly over in the sky, and the sound they made made Lancer look up and see the long masts erected on small fishing boats.

"Oh..."

He gave a small exclamation.

This is the first time Lancer has been to the sea and seen such a magnificent scene since he came to this world.

Only when people are in nature can they feel their insignificance. The blue sea seems to be angry at any time and swallow them all up.

At this time, a stranger with a strange accent suddenly appeared behind Lancer and said some strange words to him.

Maybe it was the local dialect, but Lancer didn't understand a single word.

So, he looked for help at Gin who slowly followed him out.

The man chewed on his cigarette and mocked: "He asked you to step back a little. Your body is as thin as a piece of paper. It is easy to fall off if you stick it to the fence with such a big gap."

"I suggest you wear a life jacket."

Isn't this a mockery?

But Lancer couldn't get angry when he saw the middle-aged man dressed as a fisherman smiling at him. He could only hold in his anger and turned back to the cabin.

There was a place for people to rest in the cabin, and there was a small bed in the corner. When Lancer lay down on it, his feet were still hanging outside the bed.

But the boat was rocking and rolling slowly, and Lancer couldn't sleep.

After Gin said a few words to the man, he returned to the cabin again.

The coat that Lancer had wiped his nose on was thrown aside as if he was disgusted. Gin only wore a black turtleneck and sat down on the bench with black boots.

"Where are we going now?" Lancer asked him curiously.

But Gin didn't answer. After a while, the fisherman came in carrying a plate as big as a washbasin, which was piled with all kinds of seafood.

The prawns have been boiled, and now they are all red. The crabs are marinated raw in the sauce and drizzled with tempting soup; the sashimi are neatly arranged on the edge of the plate, and are served with wasabi soy sauce and white rice.

Lancer swallowed unhappily, touched his empty stomach, looked at Gin who had no interest in seafood, and decided to take action.

After the fisherman left, Ginjiu said, "We are going to an island."

Lancer's cheeks were stuffed so hard that he couldn't find a mouth to talk, but his eyes were blinking at him, as if waiting for the follow-up.

Gin, on the other hand, lazily leaned on the back of the seat, tapping the iron bulkhead with his hands.

"You'll know where it is when you get there."

He slowly exhaled the smoke, and his eyes gradually became darker.

Sensing that his mood seemed to have changed, Lancer stopped asking further questions and concentrated on eating, as if he was afraid that he would starve to death if he missed a mouthful of food.

Perhaps in order to avoid inspection by the maritime patrol, Gin used the fishing boat as a cover to land on the island.

The ship sailed from day to night. When the sunset was about to disappear, Lancer, who had eaten and slept well, asked the question in his heart: "Gin, why do you always act at night? Are you a night owl?" "

Gin didn't mince words and said straight away: "Maybe it's because night is the best time to kill people and silence them."

"What's the best time?"

"..."

Faced with the cold glare thrown by Gin Jiu, Lancer laughed dryly: "So you can understand Chinese jokes..."

"No," Gin smoothed a few strands of unsightly hair to the back of his head and said calmly, "I just saw some ill intentions on your face, I guessed it."

It's awesome, and you can also observe people's emotions.

Lancer was speechless secretly, not daring to jump over the bottom line of a man's patience again.

As night fell, Lancer helped the fishermen collect a net of fish.

He said he was helping, but in fact he was just shouting for help.

The paddling was so severe that even the system couldn't stand it.

[System: Good guy! You don't do anything to help others! 】

Lancer, who had already tried to increase his favorability, found that although the fisherman's favorability towards him would increase, there would be no points reward, so he would not do anything to lose money.

There were several large, plump fish in the fishing net. From the satisfied smiles on the fishermen’s faces, we could tell that these fish were of high value.

So, Lancer picked up the shaken out small octopuses and threw them into the bucket next to him.

When Gin wanted to get some air, he saw the young man staring at the little octopus in his hand for a few seconds, and then stuffed it into his open mouth.

Gin: "..."

Is he a vicious dog? Why do you eat everything?

The tentacles of the octopus were very long, and after being inserted, the tentacles were still twisting outside the mouth. Lancer frowned and pulled it out of the mouth.

Of course, the suction cups on the tentacles made his tongue suffer.

"Well..." The young man stuck out his red tongue towards Gin, trying to pretend to be pitiful. Ginjiu clicked his tongue and ignored it.

You deserve it if you ask for it.

Just when the boat full of catches was about to be cleared away, I finally saw the outline of a small island in front of me, appearing black like a giant turtle.

For some reason, Lancer felt very dissatisfied the moment he saw it, as if he was being pressed down by something heavy and had difficulty breathing.

[System: This doesn’t look like a good place. It’s either a prison or a training base. 】

Lancer strongly agreed with the system's guess.

The fishing boat docked at the shore of the island. The fishermen did not get off the boat. Instead, they said a few words to Gin, then turned around and prepared to sail away.

Lancer still held the little octopus in his hand, but with his other free hand he took out the pistol from the system space and pointed it at the fisherman's back.

He narrowed his eyes.

Gin pressed his arm down before pulling the trigger.

"...Huh?" Lancer looked up at the man in confusion, "Aren't you afraid of exposing your whereabouts?"

"I forgive him for not daring to do it - he is a member of the organization."

It turned out to be the case.

Lancer turned the pistol in his palm, hid it behind his back, and put it back into the system space.

When he reached out his hand again, it was already empty.

The little octopus was played by Lancer in retaliation with both hands, and his life was short-lived.

Ginjiu's eyes suddenly tightened as he took in all of this, but he didn't ask any further questions.

"Let's go." After Gin said that, he turned and left, looking at Lancer with a meaningful look.

"I hope you've digested everything you ate on the ship - so you won't throw it up again when you see something you shouldn't have seen."