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

The rehabilitation training does not take long, only about half an hour.

Even so, when the woman entered the recovery room, the black cat on her lap was taken away by the person who was monitoring her.

"You wouldn't expect a cat to save you, would you?"

The towel covering the woman's legs was pulled open by the cat's claws, revealing the handcuffs that bound her hands.

……

Lancer, who saw this scene through the surveillance camera, raised the corner of his mouth slightly. If Gin was familiar with him here, he would probably be able to see his bad nature from his interesting expression.

Bomore couldn't figure it out, "Since I wanted her to leak the news on purpose, why didn't she let her have contact with the cat?"

Wouldn't it be done if we turned a blind eye?

Lancer sighed quietly and looked at Bomore with eyes full of love.

"I thought there was some difference between your brain and vodka."

Bomore: "..."

"The reason is very simple. People who work in their profession are very suspicious. She will wonder if I have deliberately approached her with a purpose, will wonder if the cat has been specially trained, and will repeatedly confirm the message she wants to convey. Can I be brought out under surveillance..."

Lancer sighed, a little annoyed: "Dealing with people like this is the most troublesome."

Bomore, who has been staying on the island all his life, has a big head and two heads. He nodded in sympathy: "That's right."

Facts have proved that women are indeed very suspicious.

Although she would take the enthusiastic black cat to the recovery room in the next few days, her contact with it was not long and she did not leave any traces on the black cat's collar.

It wasn't until the woman noticed that the plaster on Lancer's foot was removed and the injured leg was recovering bit by bit that she finally made up her mind.

When the black cat returned to Lancer's arms again, he would always scratch his neck with his hind paws, so Lancer took off the collar when he returned to the ward.

There were no marks on it, but Lancer wasn't surprised.

"A feint?" Bomore asked.

Lancer shook his head: "Wait a little longer, she should be testing."

In the evening, when Lancer called Gin and talked about the matter, Gin's judgment was the same as his.

"You've wasted too much time asking Bomore to reveal to her the killing of her accomplice."

Lancer played with the black cat's ears, bent his eyes and said with a smile: "What a good idea. If you force her at this time, no matter how calm you are, you will lose your cool and cause trouble."

The black cat twitched its ears, changed its angle and lay on his knees, wagging its tail.

Thinking that he couldn't even see a man in the past few days, Lancer couldn't help but sigh, his eyebrows drooping and he couldn't get excited.

Sensing his emotional change, Gin asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

"……Miss you."

"..."

"I'm almost going crazy thinking about it."

[System: What did I hear? ! Are my ears broken? 】

After a brief shock, the system seemed to have a bug. It kept switching back and forth between screaming and muttering to itself. Lancer was really worried that his system was out of order.

Maybe it was because his speech was so forceful that Gin remained silent for a long time over the phone, and finally said: "No matter what happens, I'll wait until you feel better before talking about it."

Then hung up the phone.

Lancer stared at the phone for a long time, then reacted after a while, grinned and murmured to himself.

"Ah~ are you shy?"

However, his voice sounded very tired, and he didn't know if things in the organization were really tiring.

I thought this matter would go smoothly and there would be no surprises.

Unexpectedly, the next day, while Lancer was pretending to resume exercise near the flower bed, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Brother Lancer! We are here to see you!"

Ayumi's voice was full of vitality and vigor that a child should have, and the sweat on Lancer's forehead dropped.

Looking back, I saw Mao Lilan bringing the children from the Junior Detective Team to the hospital, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

Edogawa Conan was walking at the front like the big brother, looking at Lancer with his gloomy eyes.

After the two people's eyes met, Lancer smiled, and the expression on Conan's face turned into a silly smile in an instant.

"Well, long time no see, Brother Lancer. Hehehe..."

The detective smiled awkwardly.

Lancer naturally bent down and greeted politely: "How do you know I'm here?"

Genta on the side responded quickly: "It was Brother Amuro from Poirot Cafe who told us. He said that your leg was injured and you were hospitalized. Brother Lancer, why do you always have trouble with the hospital?"

"You have to go to the hospital every three to five. You should find someone to drive away the bad luck." Mitsuhiko said.

Lancer couldn't laugh or cry.

He wasn't really hurt, he was just pretending!

But it's really troublesome to not be able to tell the truth to them.

Lancer saw the bouquet of flowers in Mao Lilan's arms and asked curiously: "Are these flowers for me? But I am about to be discharged from the hospital..."

Hearing this, Mao Lilan smiled sheepishly and told the truth: "I want to give these flowers to an English teacher in our school. I heard that she also lives in this hospital."

She apologized: "Because Conan and the others came to the hospital on an impromptu trip, I didn't know until halfway that they were here to see you. I'm really sorry!"

"So this is ah."

Lancer took the opportunity to pinch Conan's face, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "So you just came to see me casually?"

Conan was in so much pain that he begged for mercy: "Don't say that. We came to see you as soon as we heard Brother Amuro mentioned you. But that guy Haibara had something to do temporarily, so he didn't come with us... It hurts so much! Can you let go?"

"Oh, something happened temporarily."

After having enough of bullying the protagonist, Lancer let go of his hand.

He could somewhat understand Haihara Ai's avoidance of him and the organization.

After all, there are really few normal people in this organization.

"Wow! What a cute cat!"

At this time, Ayumi saw the black cat following Lancer, and couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it, but the black cat avoided her and jumped towards Lancer.

It was picked up by Lancer, then jumped onto his shoulder, squatted down gracefully and began to lick its paws.

Ayumi was a little disappointed.

Conan said: "A cat's personality somewhat depends on its owner. It seems that this cat is very wary of people!"

Lancer twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling that he was being understood.

"This is not my cat. It is a pet cat raised by a distant uncle of mine."

Just when the woman appeared, the black cat habitually jumped off Lancer's shoulders and trotted up to the woman's knees.

Even Lancer can't compare with his dedication to the task.

"That woman..." Conan came to Lancer and spoke slowly.

Lancer took the initiative to explain: "Oh, she is a patient living here. I heard-"

"Her hands, don't you think it's strange?" Conan's voice deepened.

"..."

Of course it’s strange to be handcuffed!

This little kid's eyes are too vicious, right?

Lancer was so depressed that he began to doubt life.