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

The airship has arrived at its destination, but it has been hovering for a long time, leaving people on the ground confused.

The old man's autopsy was conducted by Rum himself. There were no obvious wounds on his body, but Rum found a small pinhole in the loose and wrinkled skin between the old man's neck.

The pinhole was weird, it didn't even produce a trace of blood when it was pulled out of the skin.

So, in front of everyone, Rum used a knife blade to cut open the skin on the old man's artery, but still no blood was seen flowing out.

It's weird.

The expressions on everyone's faces were wonderful. Only Lancer twitched his lips and tried his best not to show anything strange.

He was shocked: "Oh, my God! What is going on?!"

The young man frowned slightly, his eyes widened with fear, and he even took a big step back. His performance was very exaggerated.

Toru Amuro coughed lightly and said in a low voice: "It's over, it's over."

"Oh, okay." Lancer returned to his original appearance, shrugged and spread his hands: "You also have a security system on your airship. Anyone with a gun can pass through the security screen clearly. Who is the best with this kind of needle-shaped medicine? It’s possible to bring it up, I think you know it best, Rum, don’t you?”

After saying this, Rum pondered for a moment and turned his attention to a middle-aged man in the Karasuma family.

The man who was targeted frowned instantly, showing dissatisfaction.

"Don't let this brat provoke you! Rum, you probably haven't forgotten who helped you clean up the mess in that mission, right?"

In other words, they are on the same road.

Lancer secretly told the system: "I understand, I'll kill him next time."

[System: Good guy, since Gin faked his death, you have gone on a killing spree! You are so perverted and he loves you so much? 】

Lancer raised the corners of his lips, thinking of what happened this time, he really wanted to ask the system.

Why is Gin relevant to his mission?

[System: Well... I can’t tell you yet. 】

Started to sell things off again.

Lancer knew the rules of the system, and if it didn't proactively tell him, he wouldn't be able to get the answer anyway.

He could only figure it out for himself.

Two hours passed slowly.

Lancer and Belmode were invited to the dining space to eat. However, due to the accident of today's protagonist, everyone had no appetite, and they were secretly wary of each other to avoid being poisoned secretly.

"Where's the bourbon?" Belmode shook the red wine glass in his hand. He was the only one who didn't take today's murder case to heart.

As for the other one, Lancer was feasting in front of her at the moment. His eating appearance could not be said to be elegant, but it was still pleasing to the eye.

At least it made Belmode look very appetizing.

Lancer swallowed the beef in his mouth and said calmly: "Let's go solve the case. He always likes this kind of case, you know."

"Like a detective?"

"Maybe." Lancer shrugged.

After a while, Vodka came over, stood next to their chairs and reported to Lancer the situation outside.

"After examination, it was found that the old man's blood coagulated when he died, which should have been caused by some kind of medicine. However, no container containing this medicine has been found anywhere on the airship. I guess..."

Lancer's cheeks bulged: "Oh, are you going to search me?"

A look of impatience flashed across Belmode's face, "What a disgusting method! Wouldn't it be better to just let him die so peacefully? There is absolutely no need for Rum to go to such trouble -"

Her words stopped abruptly when she met Lancer's probing gaze.

The woman didn't intend to continue talking, and Lancer didn't ask any further questions. He just picked up the wine glass with a smile, clinked it with the glass she placed on the table, and then drank the wine in one gulp.

A few minutes later, Rum was sure enough to ask for a body search.

His actions continued to irritate the sensitive nerves of everyone present. Lancer saw that everyone was becoming dissatisfied, so he took the opportunity to fan the flames.

"If your people haven't found any pharmaceutical containers or syringes from us this time, then you have to give us an explanation - rum."

The young man put away his playful attitude and said seriously in a cold voice: "We were invited to attend your father's birthday party, and we don't want to be interrogated by you like prisoners. If you think we are just insignificant people in the organization, If you can treat me as you please, pawn, then you may not be able to get together easily today!"

The others also felt the same way, and they all vented their feelings thanks to Lancer being the leader.

"I demand a landing now, I've had enough of your attitude, Rum!"

"Aren't you going to search me? You'd better give us a reasonable explanation after the search!"

Vodka even started taking off his clothes on the spot.

The ladies covered their faces with their hands and screamed: "Ah! How rude!"

The sound of oppression reached his ears, but Rum affirmed unhurriedly: "Everyone, please believe me, this person definitely has a murder weapon on him!"

His eyes were fixed on Lancer's face.