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

Lancer always thought that Gin's safe houses were set up in different places because of his cautious character.

Until he was taken to a stronghold he had never been to before.

The outside of the house looks like an ordinary building, but after entering, I found that the inside was designed like a tube building, with stairs going up in circles along the edge of the building.

In the middle is a patio with lotus leaves floating on the well and many unnamed green water plants floating on the water.

A small waterwheel with a wheel and half a child's height on the side was formed into a water circulation system, and the sound of gurgling water came from the small waterwheel continuously.

The young man squatted next to the patio and looked into the patio curiously.

"Are there any fish in here? Why is it so dark that I can't see anything?"

Gin hadn't smoked since he came in here. He lowered the brim of his hat. He didn't answer Lancer's question, but walked around the patio and towards the stairs.

Seeing this, Lancer stood up and followed quickly, complaining in a low voice: "Wait for me!"

After he left, a turtle that sank at the bottom of the patio slowly floated up with its limbs, and climbed comfortably onto the lotus leaves to bask in the sun.

As he walked up the iron stairs, Lancer felt that there were many pairs of eyes spying on him amidst the inevitable thumping of footsteps.

He stopped and looked around.

I saw that the doors of each house were closed tightly, and there didn't seem to be anything abnormal on the surface.

"Lance, follow."

Gin rarely called him by his name, so Lancer yelled, withdrew his attention and climbed to the highest rooftop with him.

It's strange to say that vodka has always been inseparable from gin, but I don't know why it didn't follow gin here this time.

The car was also parked far away from the building, as if this was some kind of forbidden area.

Soon, they stood at the door of a certain door. Gin finally reached out his hand from his pocket and knocked heavily on the slightly old door.

After a while, the door was opened by a strange woman from inside.

After she saw Gin, her relaxed eyes tightened solemnly, she lowered her head in unabashed awe, and let the person in.

Just when she was about to say something to Gin, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the young man behind the man from the corner of her eye, so she had to swallow back some of the words she wanted to say.

Lancer noticed the slight change in her expression and has been glancing at her intentionally or unintentionally since then.

The living room couldn't be more simply decorated, with sunlight pouring in from the windows at the back, making the room bright.

The owner of the house seems to have completely different interests and styles from other members of the organization who like to hide themselves in the dark.

"I'm here to check some things and I'll leave after checking."

The woman turned sideways and invited him into the door leading to another space. Lancer wanted to follow, but was stopped by her.

"I'm going too." Lancer shouted to Gin.

The man turned to the woman and said, "Let him follow."

A more accurate translation of this sentence is: Whatever happens, I will be responsible for it.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then let go of her hand. Her surprised eyes passed over the young man's body, and finally the hand hanging by her side secretly clenched into a fist.

After passing through the next room, Lancer saw a black cat sleeping on the cat climbing frame.

Because it was so dark, before Lancer opened his eyes, he thought it was a cat that had been gathered up and placed in a high place.

He was still thinking that the cat's fur looked quite smooth and shiny.

As a result, the next moment, the cat opened its eyes, with faint green eyes, which almost scared Lancer to the point where he jumped up.

[System: Wow! Dressed in black and with green eyes, isn't this Gin's meme? 】

Lancer: Poof!

You can personify people.

Gin, who had no idea that he had turned into a cat in Lancer's head, passed the fingerprint recognition authentication on the other door handle and looked back at him.

"Are you going to stay here?"

Lancer shook his head like a rattle, "I want to follow you in."

The door was very heavy, and when Gin let go, Lancer was almost thrown out again. It took a lot of effort for him to squeeze in through the crack in the door.

This is a study.

The desk with the computer is placed against the south window, and because the curtains are drawn, half of the light is blocked.

The cables connected to the computer host are scattered on the floor, extending towards the bookshelves on three sides. What is stored on the bookshelves are not books, but volumes of file folders.

Gin took off the black gloves on his hands, revealing his hands that were a little cold and white because they were always out of the light.

He sat in front of the computer, turned it on and prepared to investigate.

Lancer wandered in front of several bookshelves and asked casually: "Can I see the folders on the bookshelf?"

He originally wanted to read it himself, but he touched the glass cabinet on the bookshelf and found that he could not open it.

Looking at the electronic locks and alarms installed on the inside of the glass, these documents must be obtained with permission.

"Ah."

The man's perfunctory voice came from behind the computer.

Then, Lancer heard two beeps, and the glass cabinet door of the bookshelf in front of him opened.

Before Lancer could be happy, he suddenly felt something soft being rubbed against his feet, so he looked down.

The black cat who looked very similar to Gin entered the room at some unknown time or in some unknown way.

It flicked its tail coldly and squatted in front of Lancer.

Lancer, who couldn't resist the fluffy kitten, just squatted down and was about to pet it, but this guy jumped on his shoulders, then kicked his body and jumped to the bookshelf with the glass door open, fluttering The paws turned over all the documents one by one.

Lancer was instantly buried in the folder.

The noble black cat squatted on the upper level of the bookshelf like a king, looking at his "masterpiece" and licking his paws gracefully.

Gin poked his head out from beside the computer screen and knew what was going on with just one glance.

"Are you still alive?" Gin raised his eyebrows.

A hand stretched out tremblingly from the stacked folders, and the young man's voice sounded a little weak.

"Alright, alright."

Lancer, with messy hair, popped his head, took a long breath, ignored the sharp ridicule from the system, and casually opened a folder that fell in front of him.

A certain past time period is marked on the cover, which should indicate the transactions conducted by the organization during this period.

After opening it, the words recorded on the paper were indeed similar to what he expected.

On x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, no., action group, with Rum's instruction, confirmed to have a secret arms deal with a certain group...

The specific time, place and member codes of the operation were all recorded in detail.

Lancer was puzzled: "Why do you need to write down these things? You're afraid that the undercover won't steal them, right?"

The black cat meowed in agreement.

Gin, on the other hand, spoke unhurriedly: "This is what the person above meant."

"Let him retire and take care of himself. What can he do if his head is full of water?"

"..."