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

Hearing this, Lancer couldn't help but chuckle.

"Say it as if I can tell if you tampered with it."

Neither he nor Gin were laymen in this regard. Only when the effect of the medicine is actually tested can we know whether she has tampered with it or not.

Haihara Ai put all the test tubes back on the shelf, with a somewhat relaxed expression on her face. She took off her gloves and said, "That's right, otherwise I wouldn't have let them come and stare at me."

Glancing at the assistants, Lancer shrugged helplessly: "There's nothing we can do about it, so just be patient for now."

Haiyuan Ai took off her gloves and went to the bathroom.

Lancer had nothing to do at this time, and was about to steal a piece of fried chicken from the box to eat, but he always felt that eyes were on him.

When he looked up, everyone in the laboratory was busy with their own business.

It was as if Lancer had just had an illusion.

While he continued to steal fried chicken, he looked at everyone suspiciously. However, the people in white coats were wearing masks and did not behave strangely, so there was no clue for a moment.

"What? You brought me food, but you plan to eat it yourself, right?"

At this time, Hui Yuan Ai, who had already washed her hands, stood behind him, hands on her hips, and her eyelids drooped in a bad mood.

It looks weird.

But think about it, after being locked up here for so long for experiments, with every move being monitored by many people inside and outside, no one would be in a good mood.

"No, I haven't gotten it yet." Lancer pulled out his finger to prove his innocence, but he caught a glimpse of the sauce on the fried chicken nuggets on his finger.

So he smiled dryly and licked the sauce off his fingers under Haiyuan Ai's unkind gaze.

Looking at his cautious movements, Hui Yuan Ai fell into deep thought.

After a while, she took out the disposable chopsticks provided by the store from the packaging bag, carried the packaging box and said to Lancer: "Let's go to the rest room to eat."

The lighting in the lounge is much better than the dimmed light in the laboratory.

There is a dining table next to the window. The window on the north is half open, and the wind is pouring in from the outside. Lancer saw an ashtray on the windowsill over there.

He tutted: "It seems that this is not only a lounge, but also a smoking room for some people."

As soon as he finished speaking, two men in black walked in.

After bowing politely to Lancer, they guarded the door of the lounge, looking at the people who seemed to be spying on Haihara Ai.

After Haihara Ai, who had long been accustomed to it, opened the packaging box, she took a deep breath of the fragrant hot air. This kind of food stained with smoke and smoke reminded her of the doctor and the three children of the Junior Detective Team.

Nostalgia and sadness are intertwined. This feeling of being pulled into memories and unable to escape will make her cry whenever she thinks about it.

"The sauce tastes pretty good." Lancer savored the taste on his fingers and smacked his lips, "Try it quickly, I bought this in line!"

Haihara Ai was called out of her thoughts. She expressionlessly threw another pair of unused rubber gloves in front of him.

Lancer's eyelids twitched, "You don't want me to eat fried chicken with this thing, do you?"

Is this normal? This is not right!

"What does it matter? They are new gloves that have not been used anyway." Haihara Ai warned him: "If you dare to touch these foods with unhygienic hands, I will stuff them into your nostrils."

"...Yes." Lancer responded timidly.

The lounge was briefly filled with the aroma of fried food, and the two people dining quietly at this moment looked harmonious and peaceful.

Lancer is very careful every time he eats.

The fried chicken is not boneless. The bones inside are shiny when he chews them, and he will try to bite the bones with his teeth.

If it's cartilage, eat it. If the bones are particularly dry, they'll be placed on a napkin aside, and then you'll rub your greasy fingers.

I always feel that his attitude towards food is extremely pious and he cherishes it very much...

Hui Yuan Ai thought of his behavior of sipping the sauce on his fingers, and felt a little dazed for a moment.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Hui Yuan Ai holding chopsticks and looking at him motionless. Lancer looked down at his hands and smiled in realization.

"I was hungry when I was little, so I don't look particularly good when I eat. Please bear with me."

Haiyuan Ai glanced at his mouth, which was not stained by oil, and looked away: "I don't think so. You are much more elegant than some nobles."

Lancer wiped his hands and smiled: "Elegance cannot be eaten."

After hesitating for a moment, Hui Yuan Ai glanced at the two men at the door, lowered his voice and asked him in surprise: "You should be a direct descendant of that big shot, right?"

"That doesn't mean he will be as favored as his biological child."

Huihara Ai paused and whispered: "The feeling you give me is different from Gin and Absinthe. Will you leave them?"

[System: Of course not~]

Lancer smiled: "I don't know, I'm more suitable to take things as they come."

"When I was young, I often had a hard time because I was forced to train. If I made a mistake, I would not have enough to eat."

After all, in the apocalyptic era when supplies are scarce, it would be good to have low-level nutrients.

"Although I have done a lot of despicable things to survive, at least someone will pull me out of such a gloomy life."

He has also been redeemed, and he also longs for the dawn before the end.

"There is no absolute black and white in this world, so it doesn't matter which side I choose to stand with you - the key depends on the person I care about and where he stands."

The young man spoke calmly, and there was no sign of any struggle in the smile on his face.

He seemed to have never forced anything, and even ignored his identity and position several times to help Haibara hide her existence, just because he didn't want the conflict between Gin and her to be intensified.

[System: Damn... As long as the people on the red side are more attractive, you won't keep hitting the south wall! 】

Lancer: Don’t step on me, dear.

Hui Yuan Ai was so shocked that she ate three pieces of fried chicken before stopping to take a sip of water. After she regained her composure, she calmly asked: "You came to me for more than just delivering food, right? Just tell me if you have anything. ."

"That's right." Lancer said excitedly, "Do you know there is a research association for scientists in Tokyo?"

"Yes, Doctor goes there often." Haihara Ai smeared the fried chicken with hot sauce, looking a little careless.

"It seems to be an association organized by a group of people engaged in scientific research. Every time they participate, an announcement will be made on the internal website to determine the time and location."

"What about the entry method? Will identification be checked?"

"Because it is usually a symposium or a demonstration of new research and inventions that have applied for patents, only association members are required to wear iconic badges."

Haiyuan Ai paused while chewing the fried chicken, blinked his eyes and then asked in hindsight: "Where are you going to cause trouble?"