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

When Conan caught up with him in a police car, Sera Masumi and the blood stains on her body were almost invisible under the heavy snow.

When he and the unknown policeman dug the person out of the snow, Conan felt relieved after feeling the other person's pulse.

But when he turned Sera Masumi's face over and saw the tracking transmitter attached to her forehead, Conan felt a chill in his heart.

Has it really been discovered...?

The snow was so thick that even the wheel marks could not be investigated. The police could only send the person to the hospital as soon as possible and conduct an investigation later.

At the same time, a little bee high in the sky flew back to the hotel near the ski resort during the night.

By the window, Lancer was playing a mobile game, and a little bee flew in from the window.

He reached out his hand to catch it without looking, and then threw it towards the man who was lying beside the bed and pressing the TV remote control in boredom.

Gin chewed on his cigarette, held the little bee in front of him and looked at it for a moment.

"How does this thing work?"

"It's voice-controlled, just shout." Lancer, who was playing the mobile game fiercely, didn't bother to talk to him. Gin could only think about it by himself, and said dubiously: "Replay."

The little bee that was originally lying in his palm suddenly took off, shining a beam of light on the wall. Gin turned off the picture on the TV, which made the projected picture clearer.

The picture showed that the girl who was following them and wanted to attack Lancer was rescued by the police. It seemed that she was very likely to be rescued.

Lancer asked casually: "How is it? Is the person dead?"

"Probably not yet."

"Ah, what a pity." The word "failure" popped up on the phone screen, and Lancer sighed regretfully.

After putting away his cell phone, he stretched himself back to the bed, then lifted the quilt from Gin and got in himself.

The quilt is warm inside. It's so comfortable to be able to hide in such a warm hotel on such a cold day, enjoy delicious food and then relax.

Lancer yawned and fell asleep directly on the pillow.

"Are you going to visit her in the hospital tomorrow? Will it seem too deliberate?"

"Yes." Gin held a cigarette in his mouth and said with a sneer: "Then expose yourself as the murderer and then send yourself to the police station?"

"...Forget it, I just wanted to scare her."

He even wanted to know why Conan put the transmitter on himself. Found the organization's stronghold?

"Wife." Lancer stretched out his hand and tugged on Gin's yukata, trying to seduce the beauty with a very deliberate sound. "Go to sleep, it's a long night, you said..."

"Yes, right away." Gin placed Little Bee beside the bed, and then pressed his head into the pillow with his big hands, "You go to bed first, I'll go to the bathroom."

Lancer: "..."

[System: Wow, is he a real man? How dare I refuse you! 】

Gin, who was about to go to the bathroom to shave and wash up, suddenly heard the young man's resentful voice——

[I knew he disliked my old age! Otherwise, how can a man say that he is not good enough? 】

Gin almost slipped and fell into the bathroom.

Because their first skiing experience was so bad, Lancer and Gin didn't plan to stay in Hokkaido longer.

As soon as the heavy snow stopped the next day, the helicopter to pick them up arrived nearby.

Lancer was so tortured by Gin who was out of revenge in the middle of the night that he could only fall asleep by counting sheep. He couldn't get up early in the morning, so he was forced out of bed by Gin before he woke up.

With his eyelids drooping, he checked out the room with Gin and got on the helicopter, then he touched his neck belatedly.

"Why does the hotel proprietress look at me strangely?"

Vodka, who was driving the helicopter, turned around and glanced, suddenly feeling a little full.

He said: "Maybe it's because you wore a necklace today."

"Necklace? I'm not wearing it!" Lancer touched his hand directly from his chin to his collarbone. He suddenly seemed to understand something and picked up his phone to take a selfie.

"Wow, this necklace is really beautiful, I like it."

Gin looked at him like a fool.

"Let's go."

The helicopter took off straight away, and the wind brought by the propellers also rolled up the snow on the ground. The people sitting in the helicopter thought it was snowing again.

With the joy and regret after the vacation, Lancer pressed against the glass, looked at the snowy scenery of Hokkaido, and subconsciously murmured: "Another year has passed..."

"Yes, the New Year is here." I heard the boring voice of vodka in the headphones, "Because the New Year will tighten controls in various places, most transactions have to be temporarily suspended."

Lancer raised his head slightly and said, "Our organization is quite humane. Do we give annual leave during the Chinese New Year?"

"That's what I said, but we have to make a big move next." Gin held a cigarette in his mouth, exuding the aura of a big boss.

It looks like he's back on his home turf.

When Lancer heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "You are too much of a model worker. Don't you want to stop even during the New Year?"

Seeing that he was not in high spirits, Gin coughed heavily, and Vodka in front picked up a newspaper from the driver's seat and handed it behind him without looking back.

"There will be a grand New Year celebration in Tokyo. At this celebration, many celebrities from the political and business circles will attend, including our long-lost boss."

Lancer's eyelids twitched, he took the newspaper over and read the report carefully.

"He will be there? Is this sure? In what capacity?"

"It's not clear yet," Gin said.

All along, Lancer was in the light and the boss was in the dark. Lancer didn't even know what he looked like. He could only vaguely judge that the other person was a middle-aged man based on several previous contacts.

But considering Rum's age, it's unlikely. He may have also taken Drug A, but no one knows to what stage of his body he returned to.

Lancer hesitated and asked Gin: "Do you plan to..."

"It's just a one-time meeting." Gin crossed his arms and said calmly: "We still don't know exactly what form he is in now and what kind of people he has under his command."

"The most important thing is that this time Rum will also go."

"Wow, this is a good opportunity to kill him."

Lancer finally got a little excited.

But before taking action, Gin poured cold water on him: "The invitation card this time is difficult to get. It has a chip inside, so it's not easy to fake."

"What does it look like?"

Gin showed him the photos he had taken with his mobile phone. The more Lancer looked at them, the more familiar they seemed.

Isn't this the ticket he threw away in the system warehouse like garbage?