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

After checking the bullets in the pistol, Lancer didn't hesitate and handed his back to Gin with complete trust.

This made Gin's heart tremble for a moment, and at the same time he was confused about it.

But now was not the time to think too much, he followed Lancer and slowly walked into the corridor.

What came into view were the scattered corpses lying in the corridor. The scene was shockingly tragic.

Some blood stains flowed from the wall to the ground. Judging from the fact that the blood had not completely coagulated, they should have been killed not long ago.

When Lancer passed by a dead body leaning against the wall, he reached out and touched the other person's neck, and then reminded Gin behind him: "They both died not long ago. It is very possible that the killer has not gone far yet." ."

In other words, he hasn’t left yet.

"which room?"

Lancer asked, only to hear a beeping sound coming from behind him.

He looked back and saw that Gin had used his ID card to open the entrance door between them.

The young man looked like he was looking at a fool and said, "You've passed."

"Oh." Lancer stepped back awkwardly.

When the door opened, the two looked at each other. Lancer stretched out his hand to count three, and waited for the countdown to end before they rushed in one after another.

Lancer crouched down in defense, while Gin stood behind him and raised his gun, ready to shoot.

There was no one at the entrance, so the two of them could only continue to be vigilant and explore the house.

The Mr. Boss's behavior has always been gloomy, and even the house he stayed in always had thick curtains drawn, like a Dracula vampire who couldn't see the sun.

After looking around the bedroom, bathroom and every room in sight, Lancer came back and bumped heads with Gin, looked at the other person and shook his head.

"Not even here." Lancer wasn't sure what the old man was thinking about that enigmatic boss.

He raised the pistol, pointing the muzzle at the ceiling, and his whole body posture became much more relaxed.

Lancer guessed: "Did something happen here, so the boss had to get rid of those people and leave here?"

At this time, Ginjiu said: "I did come to report the mission, but I didn't say I was reporting to the boss."

"You're talking about the boss. Are the boss and the boss two people?" Lancer was a little surprised.

The young man wanted to say something, but his sensitive ears seemed to hear something, so he raised his index finger to his lips and made a shushing gesture to him.

Dog ears.

Lancer shut his mouth obediently, but silently cursed in his heart.

[System: I heard it, the scolding was so loud~]

Temporarily blocking the screaming system, Lancer gestured to Gin, whose eyes suddenly changed, and asked: What's wrong?

Gin pointed to the elevated wine cabinet filled with various foreign wines a few steps away, and Lancer made an OK gesture.

So the two of them slowly and cautiously stood in front of the wine cabinet in a light so dim that they could only see the outline of the furniture.

Lancer started to push the edge of the wine cabinet, and sure enough he saw the wine cabinet being turned, like a revolving door being opened.

Unexpectedly, when the door crack was opened just enough to accommodate a person's body, a black shadow rushed out from inside.

This man's body is very strong, his strength is brutal and domineering, like a bull released from a bullring.

Lancer was caught off guard and his pistol was knocked away, and his arm was numb from the shock.

After Gin reacted, he raised the rifle in his hand and fired three shots at the oncoming black figure.

It's a pity that the bullet didn't hit this man. Not only was he very strong, he was also very agile.

The opponent flipped over his head and even gave him a nice back slam after landing.

When the young Gin was knocked to the ground by the opponent, his hands were still tightly holding the opponent's upper arms, so the distance between him and the opponent was closer.

In the darkness, the black shadow above his head shrouded the young man. He kicked and beat his limbs hard, trying to break free from the opponent's hand.

He stared intently at the face of the muscular man, and after adapting to the dim light in the room, he could vaguely make out his facial features.

The dark green eyes reflected another pair of dark green eyes, which were both familiar and unfamiliar.

Different from the panic in his eyes, the other person's eyes contained the calmness and restraint unique to adults.

When the boy opened his mouth, he covered it with his hand without hesitation.

At this moment, Lancer's voice came from the wine cabinet.

"Hey, you're almost done!"

Slow footsteps approached, and the gun was pointed at the man's head.

"Let him go."

As if he finally realized his identity as the killer, the other party picked up the young Gin and threw it towards Lancer, and then hurriedly ran out of the entrance door.

After waiting for the people to run away, Gin said coldly to Lancer: "Can you put me down?"

He was being held by the princess. This kind of treatment was rare in life.

Lancer said reluctantly.