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

A week after Lancer and Gin arrived in Sapporo, it snowed.

Lancer, who always liked to stay in bed, rarely got up early, but found that the sky outside was a bit gloomy.

I opened the curtains and saw snowflakes falling outside.

Thick layers of snow had already accumulated on the house opposite and on the street below. Even so, there were still pedestrians rushing to work at this time.

Lancer leaned out of the window and let out a long breath.

In this cold weather, the white mist manifested by the hot air is particularly obvious.

"Isn't it cold to wear such a short skirt in this weather?"

He muttered to himself, but his mind was still in a state of relaxation.

The snow scene was so peaceful and beautiful that Lancer couldn't help but lean against the window and look out at the silvery white world.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and at the same time, Gin's voice came from his side.

"Want to go skiing in Hokkaido?"

"Of course, if you're free."

Without the attention of the eyeliners, the two of them no longer feel nervous even if they enjoy the snow scene as it is now.

Lancer counted on his fingers, "Hey, it will be Christmas in a few days!"

Gin lifted up his long silver hair, took a thin rubber band from Lancer's wrist to tie up his hair, and then lit a cigarette.

He looked askance at the young man, "Do you like to spend that kind of boring festival?"

"People who live alone sometimes yearn for a lively atmosphere. Gin, I like the excitement." Lancer put his arms on the window sill and bent down to look down at the world. "It should be ridiculous for a killer to say something like this, right? But I do like the festive atmosphere. It's very close to the feeling of having a home."

"Childish and ridiculous." Gin defined his remarks, with a hint of disdain in his voice.

Lancer smiled, not angry.

He just crossed his arms, turned around and leaned against the window, looking up at the man.

"If you were in a doomsday world and watched the people around you die one after another, and no matter what, you would be the only one left in the end, would you feel lonely?"

"That's great." Gin exhaled a puff of white smoke with a mocking look on his face, "If it were me, I would destroy the world before I die."

Lancer raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head in amusement.

The man's misanthropy and tyranny are far from being understood, but Lancer thinks it doesn't matter. As long as he is around, he can always control this beast.

The man stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair several times, and said lightly: "This assumption is not valid. If you have to add a premise, you must be there, looking at me."

The world in which one exists is destruction.

And when the person you want is right next to you, stopping the madness is the last mercy and tenderness for the world.

They both want to live longer for each other.

Lancer blinked, "The love words you said are so nice. Can you tell me again the story of how you chose me from so many younger brothers?"

The man grinned while chewing his cigarette, then reached out and pinched the back of his neck, just like he would a kitten.

Even though Christmas is a culture imported from abroad, local residents also like to immerse themselves in this joyful holiday atmosphere.

Lancer walked in front while nibbling octopus balls, followed by a dark-haired man with an unfamiliar face.

He was looking stinky because he was wearing a Christmas hat.

"Don't show that expression! You won't participate in the shopping mall promotions, and you won't go to the food court. Wearing this hat is considered a holiday."

Gin resisted very much: "I told you, this kind of festival is boring."

The hot octopus balls made the young man gasp for a long time. When his mouth was free, he nodded repeatedly as if he had no choice but to compromise: "I know, I know, let's take a taxi back later? Since you don't want to do anything, then we will Go back to the hotel bed and sleep peacefully.”

Lancer shook the things he bought in the mall just now, smiling proudly.

Gin's eyes suddenly darkened and he laughed.

"The evil spirit in lust."

"I advise you to speak nicely." Lancer glanced at him.

At this time, they had just reached the intersection when someone suddenly bumped into them at the corner. The huge force directly knocked Lancer backwards.

Gin quickly hugged the person tightly with quick eyes and hands, and then sidestepped to dodge, but the guy took the opportunity to slip away.

The other party wore a Santa Claus hat on his head, a fluffy white beard on his face, and red clothes on his body, making him look like Santa Claus.

However, he held a knife in his hand and a leather bag in his arms, and he was rushing forward with all his strength.

Gin briefly met his eyes.

Soon, the other party ran away, and the robbery victim chased from behind, covering his injured arm.

"There's a robbery! There's a robbery! Catch that Santa Claus!"

After Lancer was stabilized by the man, his eyes showed sympathy.

"Madam, the streets are full of Santa Claus today."

The victim paused and looked towards both sides of the commercial street, falling into despair.

Indeed, as Lancer said, for store promotions, clerks in almost every store will dress up as Santa Claus and hand out flyers and gifts to passers-by to attract customers.

I don’t know whether the woman lost too much blood or was too frightened. She covered her scratched arm and fell straight on the snow.

Lancer's mouth twitched, and then he looked at Gin.

"What should I do? Do you want to leave her here?"

"It's best to leave here right now." Gin said, but at this time someone had already noticed something unusual here, so many people gathered around.

If she tried to take the opportunity to leave, she might be misunderstood as the criminal who attacked her.

Lancer put his hand into his pocket, pretended to take out his mobile phone and took a look at it, and then said: "My mobile phone is out of battery. I wonder if any of you can help call the police and call an ambulance?"

He didn't want to be involved in this matter.

If you use your mobile phone to make calls, you will definitely be called by the police for questioning.

The onlookers went to get their mobile phones. At this time, a mobile phone with a little Nunu doll on it was handed to Lancer.

"Use mine."

Familiar voice, familiar formula.

Lancer looked towards the owner of the phone and saw that Toru Amuro had also appeared here in a Santa Claus costume.

"Brother Tou, Tou? Why are you here?"

Toru Amuro pointed to a convenience store not far away and said with a smile, "I work here."

"You come to Sapporo to work?"

Brother, you are already a member of the dark organization camp, but you are still working hard to make money. Why? Are you so short of money?

Lancer's heart ached: "Has Belmod finally abandoned you? She's so popular that she doesn't even want to play with you anymore?"

What plastic sisters!