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

The weather is nice and the sunshine is gentle.

Lancer should have been in a good mood, but after spending a full week in a hospital filled with the smell of disinfectant, his mood plummeted to the bottom.

Another person passed by him holding flowers. Lancer put his hands on his hips and asked the person on the other end of the phone in a very unhappy mood: "My injury is almost healed. Can you really not come to pick me up?"

He squeezed the phone tightly and said depressedly: "Brother, you are not even willing to send me a bouquet of flowers!"

The other party was silent for a long time, probably feeling speechless that Lancer called just to talk nonsense.

The time stretched out, and the call was quiet for only a few seconds, but it seemed like a long time passed.

Then, Gin's still cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "I will have someone send you a wreath. You only called me to complain because you were bored. It's really hard for you."

Lancer bent his eyes and smiled modestly, "How can there be..."

"If you are very free, then let's settle the account for your laziness and tricking me into helping you eliminate the resistance forces? After all, I have spent a lot of time on your behalf because of these things..."

"I'm sorry, what are you talking about? The signal here is suddenly not good, hello, hello?"

The phone hangs up.

Gin on the other end stared at his phone for a long time, and finally sneered.

Their current situation is not good. They did not expect that the traitor and undercover agent who escaped from the organization would be supported by someone, even far more than one party.

The local police and FBI agents... In other words, in this remote area far away from Tokyo, the only people who are in danger are just them.

Vodka hesitated and said: "How about we retreat first, brother? The encirclement is gradually shortening, and they will find us soon."

But Gin didn't think so.

"Of course you can leave, but only after you deal with that guy."

In the hospital—

Lancer patted his chest happily and exclaimed: "It's so dangerous. If we really settle things with Gin, I'm afraid I'll have to skin him..."

[System: coward! 】

Ignoring the system's ridicule, Lancer prepared to return to the ward in his wheelchair.

There was a TV set in the lobby on the first floor of the hospital, where patients and family members were sitting. The background noise of the TV and the chatter made it impossible for Lancer to calm down.

So he doesn't plan to stay here long.

However, at this time, he heard a familiar child's voice: "Huh? Isn't this brother Lancer? Why are you in the hospital?"

After hearing the noise, Lancer skillfully operated the electric button on the wheelchair to turn around and found that the three people coming to the hospital holding flowers were three people from the Young Detective Team.

He smiled habitually and pretended to be surprised: "It turns out it's you. It's great to see you here!"

Mitsuhiko poked his head out from behind the bouquet and asked curiously: "Brother, are you sick? You look very bad!"

"Well, because I had a car accident a few days ago, I have been in the hospital for a week." Lancer showed them the leg wrapped in gauze, causing the children to scream.

The adults watching TV all looked this way. To avoid attracting attention, Lancer put down his trousers and drove his wheelchair to the elevator with them.

"Are you coming to the hospital to find someone?"

"Well, our teacher is hospitalized, and Conan wants us to send flowers to visit him."

Mentioning the detective boy, the smile on Lancer's face became even bigger: "Is that so? But why are you the only one? Why didn't Xiaoai and Edogawa come together?"

The kid Ayumi was being tricked without realizing it, so she honestly told him everything.

"I heard from the doctor that Xiao Ai has been very busy recently and has been reading. Conan was taken to Nagano County by Uncle Kogoro. I really want to go sightseeing with them..."

"It is said that Nagano Prefecture used to be a famous ancient battlefield and produced many famous generals."

Lancer paused, held his chin and asked casually: "Could it be Takeda Shingen again?"

Mitsuhiko showed an incredulous expression and said in surprise: "So, Brother Lancer, do you know? I thought a mixed race like you wouldn't know much about the history here!"

Lancer: "...I just guessed."

After all, it is such a big place, and famous generals can count it on their fingers.

However, Nagano Prefecture...

This place name always sounds strangely familiar.

After he sent the three members of the Junior Detective Corps to the floor where their teacher lived, he said goodbye to them, returned to his room, and called a number he had saved.

The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up.

After Lancer heard the beeping sound, he tentatively called the other party: "Why did it take you so long to answer my call? Camu."

But the person who answered the phone was not the one who had served him before, but McCarron, who was so familiar that he hated it.

"I didn't expect you to still care about your men! But it won't help no matter how much you call him, after all, he doesn't have a few breaths left now!"

Lancer's eyes narrowed suddenly, his brows tightened, and his tone was colder than ever.

"Give me back the man."

McCarron on the other end of the phone laughed so loudly, shrilly and harshly that I didn't know how a man could laugh like a woman.

"If you want to give him back, you should be quite sincere. If you don't even want to beg me, how can I give him back to you?"

Lancer raised the corners of his lips, "Okay, then let's meet in person, and you can listen to me beg you for mercy in person, okay?"

The other party didn't seem to expect Lancer to compromise so quickly. He paused, changed his tone, and threw out an address.

"The rooftop of the hospital, where no one is around, is the best place for negotiation."

After hanging up the phone, the smile on Lancer's face immediately fell, and his expression was as cold as if he could eat several Macallans alive in one breath.

He reached under the white pillow on the bed and pulled out a black pistol.

The body of the gun was engraved with three letters in a fancy font.

Gin.

[System: The host triggers a side mission—successfully rescuing the host’s men from the hands of the mortal enemy McCarren, you can get 50 points, powerful first aid medicine x1...]

On the rooftop of the hospital, the wind was noisy.

When he saw Kamu again, he was covered in wounds. Although there was no blood on his black clothes, the strong smell of blood flowed into Lancer's nose along with the wind, making him frown.

McCarron's foot stepped on his back, and when Lancer arrived, he kicked him hard.

It was probably true as McCarron said, he was about to expire and couldn't even cry out in pain. He could only raise his neck covered with bloody tooth marks in pain, like a dying swan.

Lancer seemed to understand something, and looked at Macallan with more undisguised disgust and contempt.

"You're disgusting."

Macallan flashed his white teeth and smiled wildly.