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

After checking into the hotel, Lancer was so sleepy that he fell asleep.

After eating a meal that was not sure whether it was breakfast or lunch, Lancer glanced towards the window.

She didn't know what Gin was up to, but she saw a man sitting on the lazy sofa by the window, clicking on his cell phone and smoking.

His expression was as indifferent as ever, but Lancer could see a little irritation from his eyebrows.

Is this kind of virtue running into any trouble?

He didn't want to say it, so Lancer simply didn't ask. He turned over and covered himself with the quilt, and continued to sleep.

He thought that an ordinary night would pass away, but unexpectedly when Lancer opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in the car with Gin's windbreaker covering him.

The driver turned into Gin, and there was no one in the car, which made Lancer feel a little strange.

After he woke up, he blinked, glanced out the car window, and found that the sky outside was getting dark.

It was rare for the moon to come out today, and the silvery white moonlight fell on the Ikuta River, which made Lancer hungry.

The young man muttered: "I'm so hungry, I want to eat noodles..."

Gin put on his black top hat again and said without looking back: "There is food in the car, take it yourself."

Lancer looked back and forth, left and right, and finally found a few unopened packaging bags at his feet.

He moved his aching body and looked at the snacks in the bag.

There is a huge gap between dinner and snacks, which makes the young man's eyes gradually turn sad and depressed: "Didn't you agree to go eat Kobe beef? Where are you taking me again?"

There is a cartoon calf printed on the snack packaging bag, and the inside is full of beef jerky packaged in small bags.

Forget it, beef jerky is also good.

Lancer yawned and stuffed the beef jerky into his mouth out of boredom, using it as a teething stick while fixating his eyes on Gin.

A strange value appeared in front of Lancer's eyes again, and the fit increased from 10% last time to 18%.

It seems like it's rising a little too quickly?

Lancer tried hard to recall what he and Gin had done in the past few days, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't think of a reason.

He can only think that as long as two people act together, this value will continue to increase.

Lancer's movements of chewing beef jerky gradually slowed down, and something strange seemed to come to his mind. He couldn't help but frown, with a complicated expression.

Not noticing the change in his expression, Gin looked forward and said calmly: "Don't you want to go to the hot springs?"

"Then there's no need to run out in the middle of the night, right?" Lancer saw a road sign marking Mount Rokko, biting beef jerky and asked vaguely, "Or are you in a hurry?"

Gin is still very frank to a certain extent.

"Bomaluo sent a message saying that members of the organization were captured by their enemies during other missions, and a lot of information was revealed."

"About what?"

"Personal messages, and some... tracking trips."

Lancer's eyelids twitched: "We are being followed?!"

Gin, however, remained calm: "In order to control the core members of the organization, everyone has a locator installed by the organization."

At that moment, Lancer thought of the one he used before.

The liquid-embedded chip is a positioning device that can penetrate through the skin and be installed in the human body. It was very troublesome to get this thing out, and even Lancer took some effort to remove it with the help of the system.

He suddenly felt distressed.

"Where is the locator installed? On the arm? Or on the back?"

Unexpectedly, Ginjiu laughed, surprisingly not sarcastically.

"Do you think this is a science fiction movie? There is no locator that can be implanted into the human body in this world yet."

Lancer groaned and sighed melancholy: "I overestimated the productivity of the organization."

Afterwards, Gin threw his cell phone to him, and Lancer reached out to pick it up, as if he understood something.

"Location software on your phone?"

"Well, it's a hidden system that we can't turn off ourselves."

"Isn't it okay to turn off the phone?"

"There is a transmitter inside the phone."

Lancer finally understood: "No wonder you have used an old mobile phone for so long. It turns out that your boss is not allowed to replace it!"

"Not entirely." The man took out another new smartphone from his pocket and threw it to him. "Privately I still use these cute new things."

Feeling like he was meeting Gin for the first time, Lancer exclaimed in surprise: "From your car, your house, and even your dressing style, I thought you would prefer old things with a sense of time!"

"So what do you mean, I should find someone older than me to be my lover?"

"Hey! Don't say such horrible things. I can't imagine that kind of scene." The young man's shoulders shook, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.

After looking at the two mobile phones on his lap, Lancer took out several data cables of different colors from the system space and finally connected them to a laptop.

Gin had seen his ability to pull objects out of thin air countless times. Although he was still curious about it, Lancer didn't intend to tell the truth for the time being, so Gin stopped asking.

It's just that I feel a little uneasy.

Gin reminded him: "You'd better not perform your magic tricks in front of outsiders, otherwise it will cause a lot of trouble."

"I understand, my wife."

Lancer was too busy transferring data on his old phone to tell him more.

Strangely enough, Gin only handed over two mobile phones, and Lancer knew his intentions. Even though I am just being used as a data porter, my mood becomes very subtle.

Is this the benefit of gradually increasing fit?

[System: Not only that, the increase in compatibility will develop more practical functions for the host and the desired target. It will definitely be a service that will satisfy you two! 】

Lancer had heard such sales tactics many times and was almost immune to the system's rhetoric, so he didn't take it to heart.

He quickly transferred the important data from the old phone to the new phone. Looking at the huge data memory, Lancer rubbed his eyebrows.

"What have you saved..."

Lancer clicked on a picture file at random. Looking at the people in the picture, he felt a little familiar.

The pixels of the photo are a bit blurry. The person is also wearing a black hat and a cross-dressing cleaner's uniform. Only through the half of his face can one guess the person's identity.

Lancer stared at the exposed chin for a long time. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became. Finally, an idea flashed in his mind and he blurted out.

"Isn't this me? Do the 1TB of memory on your phone store photos of me when I was on a mission?!"

"The pictures are so blurry!"

Gin chewed his cigarette and remained silent.