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

Why are there always blind people rushing to die?

Lancer didn't want to pay attention to this person, picked up his bucket and walked away.

However, the man followed him undeterred and warmly invited him to have a beer.

[System: Warning! It was detected that the target's maliciousness towards the host was as high as 80%! Hosts please be careful to avoid risks! 】

Tsk! Bad luck.

The more Lancer ignored the man, the more energetic he became and followed him from the beach to a small restaurant selling beer on the beach.

The clams at the bottom of the barrel were taken by the store for processing and cooking, while Lancer was lying on the table bored, and when he was thinking about ordering a few bottles of beer, a bunch of draft beer was already placed on the small table in front of him. .

The man who had been following him showed his yellowed teeth and said politely: "It would be a pity not to drink some beer in such a hot weather! Come on, please don't be polite to me."

Lancer chuckled softly: "We don't know this gentleman. It's not appropriate for you to persuade a stranger to drink like this, right?"

"Really?" The other party also smiled, and the facial features on his face looked a little ferocious because of the smile.

"But when I saw you last time, sir, you seemed to be drinking cold beer. I think you like to drink with others."

Lancer narrowed his eyes.

It turned out that he had been targeted for a long time.

Just as Lancer was staring at the bubbling beer in front of him in depression, he suddenly heard a table of local customers chatting behind him, with a loud voice that anyone in the small restaurant could hear.

"Hey, have you heard? There was a murder at the hot spring hotel in front last night."

"There's another murder? Has the murderer been caught?"

"I caught him. I heard he was a guest staying in the hotel. He even came to our place. I didn't expect him to do such a thing at such a young age!"

"Now that the murderer has been caught, the previous murder case should also be solved..."

Lancer listened for a while, and just when he felt that something was not right, he felt his heart suddenly hurt, as if he was being pulled hard by someone's hand.

But in the eyes of the tall and thin man, the man's expression changed, as if he had discovered something.

His heart suddenly felt cold, and his hand slowly touched the bulging pocket of his pants.

Lancer stood up suddenly and happened to bump into the proprietress who came to deliver spicy fried clams. He said, "I have to go to the toilet."

Then left.

The man picked up the draft beer and took a sip, then placed it heavily back on the table.

The sun was getting brighter and the weather was getting hotter. Lancer felt as uncomfortable as walking on burning coals every step he took.

It became more and more difficult for him to breathe, and finally he put his hands on the door of the public toilet and leaned against the wall without any strength.

[System: Host, are you going to change back into the body of a young man before? 】

"almost……"

This damn feeling was so familiar to him!

When he looked around hastily, he found a piece of paper taped to the wall next to him. When he cheered up and took a look, he realized that it turned out to be a wanted notice issued by the police.

How many people can see it if it's posted in a place like this?

Lancer clutched his heart and was about to open the bathroom door when he suddenly discovered that although the wanted criminal's appearance was not completely drawn, the jagged teeth that appeared when his mouth opened looked very familiar.

No way……

Is his physique so easy to attract dangerous people?

"Don't move." At this moment, a cold dagger was pressed against Lancer's neck, and the voice in his ears was indeed the tall and thin man chasing after him.

Sweat broke out on Lancer's forehead. He propped himself up and said with a smile, "Is there anything on me worth your touch?"

"Go in first." The man opened the bathroom door and forced him in. "I will explain it to you nicely!"

……

The time is getting closer to noon, and the sun can almost peel off a layer of skin on a person's body.

Gin originally didn't want to go out at this time, but accidentally discovered Lancer sneaking out of the villa.

Thinking of the previous occasions and times when that guy transformed, Gin felt like he was being pulled on a string. It was a bad mood to be manipulated by others.

But he doesn't intend to give up just yet.

Not far after leaving the villa, Gin heard someone shouting that there was a murder on the beach.

The local aborigines ran towards the crime scene one after another, and Gin followed suit as he turned around.

Many people gathered around the public toilet on the beach, and there was constant discussion.

Gin did not approach the crowd, but walked around the public toilet, and finally seemed to find something.

He sighed, opened his eyes wide, and walked in a certain direction.

The ground that has just rained is very wet, and whatever creatures pass by will leave obvious traces.

Gin followed a row of footprints that didn't look very obvious, walked to a coconut tree far away, and found the figure hiding behind the tree.

The young man was wearing a slightly loose white T-shirt. He stretched out his hands to curl his hair a little depressed, and his body was covered with sweat.

Viewed from the side, the water is so bright that any edges and corners on the face can be clearly seen.

Gin twirled the cigarette butt and said calmly: "You are smoking."

The heat on my body has not gone away, and it seems that I can still vaguely see white steam on the top of my head.

"You're wrong." Lancer said coldly.

He hugged his knees and moved to the side, looking like he didn't want to pay attention to the other party.

Unexpectedly, a shadow fell over him, and before Lancer could react, Gin directly picked him up and carried him on his shoulders.

It's really a shame to be carried around like a sandbag.

Lancer struggled a few times, but to no avail, and could only hang his hands and feet resignedly.

The man carried him past the murder scene, ignoring the bustling crowd.

Gin didn't put him down until he was far away from that place of trouble. Lancer looked back and touched his aching neck.

"He wanted to do something to me...I couldn't control it."

Ginjiu frowned, then relaxed again.

He said coldly: "There is no need to regret for that kind of person, he asked for it."

Hearing this, Lancer was stunned for a moment, then stared at his loose hair floating behind him, lowered his head and buried his face in it, and the cold breath flooded his entire face.

A few days later, Gin received an order from the organization and had no choice but to end this ups and downs vacation.

It was still night when Vodka came to pick him up, and Lancer was sleeping soundly holding the newly purchased shark pillow. Suddenly, he and the quilt were thrown into the back seat of the car by Gin.

Only his head was exposed from the quilt, and his spirit was still in a relaxed and confused state. He said dissatisfiedly: "What are you going to do again? Can you give the employees some vacation time to relax and unwind?"

Vodka said: "The subsidy given by the organization last month has not arrived yet. Master Lancer, please see if you can use your own pocket to give everyone some money..."

"Ah, I suddenly feel much better. Tell me, what's the mission?"

Gin snorted.