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

Gin chewed his cigarette and kept dialing Lancer's number, but couldn't get through.

At this moment, he was leaning against the door of a big G car. While waiting for his companions to arrive, he had already made three calls.

Can't get through.

Companions arrived one after another. Chianti, who had not appeared for a long time, was carrying a gun bag, followed by Colen.

"Gin, have you been gone for too long? You must let me vent for this mission." Chianti chewed gum in his mouth and blew bubbles from time to time.

She was still the same as before, the red color on her eyelids was particularly bright.

"This guy Colen, when he was on a mission, he was trying to kill me, which left me with no sense of accomplishment at all."

Colen has always been a man of few words. When faced with the "accusations" from his companions, he just said: "Everyone depends on their ability."

Gin, who had never paid any attention to them, only thought they were noisy.

You must know that this kind of thought has never occurred before.

Although Gin didn't want to admit it, it had something to do with the phone call he never got through.

Just when the man was about to give up, the call that had not been hung up was suddenly connected.

The young man's cautious voice sounded from the opposite side: "Hello? My dear?"

Gin waved his hands to the two people beside him, signaling to them: "You get in the car first."

Chianti and Colen, who were still arguing, opened the car door and did not forget to argue about who was better or worse when they got in the car.

Lancer was slightly startled when he heard the movement, and then said: "Are you going to do errands again?"

"Yeah." Gin originally had something to say and wanted to talk to him in advance, but after hearing his voice, he wasn't so anxious.

Lancer sighed quietly on the other end of the phone, "I really want to go with you... But I am involved in a case now, and there is no way to get out of it yet."

After taking a look at the noisy suspects and police, he leaned against the wall and beeped softly.

"I think I'm going to worship Buddha. How could I be so unlucky? I get involved in murder cases at every turn!"

Gin heard him complain a lot, and finally grinned and shut his mouth with one sentence.

"The Buddha does not save the unlucky ones."

"..."

As if he had long been accustomed to the man's venomous tongue, Lancer was speechless, so he just snorted arrogantly and reluctantly brought the topic to a close.

"Are you still going with Bomaluo and the others for this operation?"

"No." Gin glanced at the two restless guys and said truthfully: "It's Chianti and Coron."

On the other end of the phone, Lancer was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Let's find someone else. I'm afraid if I take them there, you won't be able to come back."

How can you be so persistent?

The probability of these two people hitting the target is lower than the probability of not winning the lottery. Does Gin plan to keep him as a widower?

But Gin didn't seem to take such trivial matters to heart, and was as calm as a big boss who could carry the whole crowd.

"Don't worry, it's just a small task, it doesn't require such a big deal."

"And if you keep asking Bomore to help, it will attract others' attention."

The man heard an urging voice on the other end of the phone, and Lancer had no choice but to respond and said to him: "Then, let's meet again after you finish your work."

"I'll pop a bottle of champagne in your honor."

The two of them pressed the hangup button at the same time, and the call ended.

At the crime scene of the Scientific Research Center, the doctor watched Lancer put away his mobile phone and rubbed his lower back. He walked over and apologized to him: "I'm really sorry. If you feel uncomfortable, I can help you first." Just press the waist a few times, and my massage skills are also very good."

However, Lancer's mind had already flown outside the scientific research hall and rejected his kindness.

In the recorded video, the other two suspects who had contact with the deceased were a man and a woman.

The man Ojono is a rising star in the scientific community and won an award at the recent scientific research summit. He and the deceased were lovers but later broke up.

And the lady named Natsuya is the wife of Matsudaira Noriyu, and her full name is Matsudaira Natsuya. She is a full-time housewife, because her husband has rarely been home since he hired the deceased as his assistant, so she has always suspected whether her husband was having an affair with the deceased. Today she sneaked into the club specifically to find evidence of her husband's cheating.

"As I said, I just came to take pictures of my husband and Shimada being intimate, and wanted to share a large amount of property during the divorce. She and I just bumped into each other by chance in the main hall and chatted for a few words. I didn’t attack her at all!”

Matsudaira Natsuya said insistently.

Seeing this, Oshinoya hurriedly explained to Officer Megure: "Although Shimada and I have dated before, we broke up long ago. Why do you suspect me of murder? There is no need for me to ruin my own bright future - —You could ask Professor Matsudaira if he didn’t steal his research results from Shimada?”

Officer Megure asked him, "How did you know about this?"

Hearing this, Ojono's face flashed with guilt for a moment, and then he closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind.

He showed the police the last online chat records between himself and the deceased.

"It was Shimada who mentioned it to me because she couldn't stand that her teacher turned out to be such a hypocritical and shameless guy, and she once expressed the idea of ​​​​committing suicide..."

While the police were looking through their cell phones, Conan squatted next to the body and was still studying the deceased's head.

Lancer saw this and looked closer, and found that the deceased's hair was somewhat loose. He asked the forensic officer for a pair of gloves and gently pushed the deceased's head to check the condition of the back of the head.

Conan's eyes widened: "Did you find anything?"

"Headdress." Lancer said with certainty. "The deceased's hair had a hair tie on the outermost part, but the hair tie is missing."

This involves Conan's knowledge blind spot.

He showed an embarrassed expression and his eyes were dull: "What is a hair tie...?"

Lancer looked at him and shook his head: "You must have never given your girlfriend anything like jewelry, right?"

Conan pursed his lips, blushed and looked away.

"I-I don't know much about those things!"

"Oh, the first thing you retorted was your lack of knowledge, not the fact that you don't have a girlfriend." Lancer's eyes have seen through everything, "It seems that you really have someone you like!"

The famous detective was furious: "It's up to you to take care of it! Handling the case first is the most important thing, right?"

Lancer restored the deceased's head to its original appearance and made suggestions: "Look for the murder weapon first, and the large intestine hair tie. The deceased cannot throw away the hair rope used to fix the hair on such an occasion for no reason. Drop it?"

"The wound on the deceased was a very small hole. It is speculated that it should be a needle or something like that."

针？

Lancer looked down at the badge on his chest and muttered in his heart: No way?