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

"who are you?"

Lancer put his hands in his pockets, making a pose that he thought was handsome, and smiled at the boy: "This is such a cliche, can you change a few lines? For example, what impression do you have of me... …”

The boy's hand holding the gun never moved, showing his extraordinary willpower.

He said coldly: "I don't know you."

Lancer shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the wall, trying to get close to him in various ways.

"It doesn't matter. Once we meet again, we will become familiar again. We will be old acquaintances when we meet next time." He was like a deceiver, squatting on the ground against the wall and looking up at him.

"I saved you just now, so I am your benefactor and a temporary partner who is on the same camp as you. Is it not too much to ask me to make a request?"

The young man was slightly taken aback.

In his limited memory, for so many years, others had looked down at him from above, with all kinds of ridicule, ridicule and contemptuous looks, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Sometimes these downward glances were extremely oppressive, making him feel like an ant that could be easily crushed in the other person's eyes.

He longs to climb to a high position, become more ruthless than those who look down on him, and trample everyone under his feet.

But when an adult who seemed to be able to control his life suddenly squatted down in front of him, looking up at him with a pretty face, he felt a strange feeling in his heart for a moment.

Densely packed, as if they had been eaten by ants.

"What do you want to say?"

"Can you tell me your name?" Lancer held his chin in his hand and looked at him with bright eyes.

Maybe those eyes were too deceptive, because the boy's hand holding the gun lowered slightly.

"Kurosawa."

He was in a good mood today, and it didn't matter if he told him his name before killing him.

Once he made up his mind, the young man found that he felt much more relaxed.

Lancer raised his eyebrows slightly and said something meaningful: "Kurosawa, are you still calling names instead of code names at this time?"

"Do you know the code name? Are you from the organization?"

The young man was speechless, "Did the boss ask you to save me? He should trust me."

Lancer raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

He stretched out his slender fingers and gently pressed down the muzzle of the gun: "Can you stop pointing this thing at me now? I won't hurt you."

The boy had a warning expression of "You'd better be like this" on his face, and then put the pistol into his pocket.

The dead people were lying on the ground and abandoned beside the abandoned building. The figures of the two people slowly walked into the distance.

"What else are you busy with? Can I accompany you around?"

"No, I have to go get something back."

"What? Your lost dignity?"

"...Don't you think you are very humorous?"

"Sorry~"

The ending with a smile is really not sincere. Although the young Gin is always wary of this man who suddenly appears in front of him, this man is like sweet syrup mixed into the wine, making people addicted.

Time in the virtual world passes faster than real time. 30 minutes outside is equivalent to 24 hours in the virtual world.

As nearly an hour passed, Lancer and the boy Gin had been together for almost two days.

He originally wanted to see what secrets about him could be hidden in this virtual world - in fact, he didn't care who knew his secret, as long as he killed the other party.

But looking at the guy who was still growing in front of him, Lancer suddenly wanted to see his transformation.

If possible, he really wanted to take away this set of mysterious research results from Rum.

"Why are you absent-minded?" The young man Gin gave him a rice bag he bought from a convenience store. He put the sniper rifle at hand and sat behind an oil drum to eat his own portion of the rice ball.

Lancer looked at the rice bag sadly.

If you can't eat well or sleep well at such a young age, how will you grow so tall in the future?

Is the food in the normal world more nutritious than the food in the apocalypse?

He took a bite and after eating the fish roe inside, he said vaguely: "I was wondering how long it will take for you to grow up."

The young man looked up at the moon, holding the rice ball he had taken a bite of, and suddenly felt a little unable to swallow.

"Are you going?"

"Why do you ask that? Do you really want me to leave?"

"No, I just want to kill you before you leave, that's all."

Lancer bit into the rice ball and sighed, "You have such a suspicious character..."

Before he finished speaking, the whole world suddenly darkened, and nothing could be seen in the darkness.

"Gin...A Zhen?"

No one responded to him, as if he was the only one left in the world.