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

There are two living buildings in the nursing home.

The building in front is built on flat ground and is not blocked by the sun at ordinary times, so it has good lighting.

The building at the back is built on the hillside, like a molded building, with a very strange shape.

The reflective things Lancer photographed during the day were taken from the building at the back, and they were on the fifth floor, the highest.

Because he came to the sanatorium in the name of watching the strange phenomenon, Lancer took a few photos with his mobile phone, lowered his head to confirm that there was nothing abnormal, and then continued to walk towards the second building.

The night was very dark, because it had snowed some time ago, so some remnants of snow that had not completely melted could be seen on the ground here, but since it was not on the walking path, no one cared.

When Lancer walked over, he always felt that someone was staring at him, so he turned back and looked behind him.

Nothing.

So Lancer slowly breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head again.

As a result, a guy wearing a ghost mask suddenly appeared in front of him, so frightened that Lancer almost threw the camera in his hand.

He screamed and stepped back. The camera shook a few times in his hand, and finally fell into the other person's hand.

When the other party took off his mask, Lancer realized that this was an old man who liked to play tricks on others.

He was still in shock, and the other party asked him with a smile: "Young man, you don't sleep in your room in the middle of the night. It's easy to encounter unclean things when you go out at night!"

Lancer patted his chest and reached out to her for his camera.

"Old lady, as long as you don't leave the room at this time, I won't encounter anything strange or unclean."

The other party didn't mind his rudeness at all, and instead laughed.

"This is my habit. I like to hang out alone." The old lady returned the camera to Lancer's hand.

Lancer pushed up the black-rimmed glasses he was wearing to cover up, pressed down the hat on his head, and asked: "Old lady, the strange shadow they said they would take at night, could it be you?"

As he spoke, Lancer pointed at the evil ghost mask in the old lady's hand.

Speaking of which, who in the right mind would go out wearing a mask like this? Isn't that deliberately trying to scare people?

The old woman held up the strange mask and said with a smile: "Are you talking about this? This is the mask of a certain military commander enshrined in Kyoto! It is said to have the effect of exorcising evil spirits. Didn't I say it? It's not clean at night. There are a lot of things, and wearing it makes me feel safe.”

If you are just seeking a sense of security, there is absolutely no need to go out!

Lancer sighed speechlessly, "Since we are all here to hang out, I won't disturb you. Let's go our separate ways!"

He changed the camera back to photo mode and planned to go up to the building to have a look.

When he raised his head, he saw a black shadow flashing past his eyes.

Lancer frowned suddenly, "Shadow..."

"Ah?" The old lady also followed his gaze, but found: "There is nothing, young man, are you seeing it wrong?"

"I saw it wrong at such a young age. What will I do when I get old?" Lancer hung the camera around his neck enthusiastically and said, "It seems that strange shadows will indeed appear in this nursing home at night. Today I must catch it!"

The old lady looked like she still wanted to persuade him. She raised her hand to stop him and said, "Hey, don't go there! I just came from that building. There's really nothing to see..."

Lancer took a step back and took the old lady's arm, dragging her forward with a smile.

"Hey! You young man, what are you doing?"

"Didn't you come out of that building? Since you are familiar with it, why don't you take me up there to have a look? Just in time, I want to find something."

After hearing Lancer's words, the old lady visibly stiffened for a moment, as if she was a little surprised by what he did.

Just as the two of them were walking towards the second sanatorium building, the person who had been hiding behind the curtain in a room on the upper floor lowered his hand.

He gestured to his companions in the room, who nodded to him, and then dispersed from the room before Lancer went upstairs.

Gin, who could hear Lancer talking through his headphones, was driving to the nursing home.

During the day, he dealt with some matters concerning the organizational forces in Kyoto Prefecture, and the situation began to develop beyond expectations.

Speaking of which, the timing of the release of bourbon that night was also a coincidence. Why?

Gin chewed on his cigarette and stepped on the accelerator.

The scattered bees showed the entire sanatorium's situation to Lancer's eyes through the floating light electronic panel. There was nothing unusual about the building in front, but there were really a lot of people in the building behind.

Lancer grinded his teeth and asked the old lady beside him: "Old lady, which room do you live in? Don't run around at night. I'll take you back."

"I live on the third floor." The old lady replied with a smile.

So Lancer sent the person to the third floor.

Just when Lancer didn't know whether to take the left or right side of the stairs, the old lady's footsteps betrayed her.

"You don't live on the third floor." Lancer noticed the clue.

He was supporting the old lady. Due to the inertia of her body, she still wanted to climb up the stairs after going upstairs.

Although there was only a moment of stiffness, Lancer did feel the strength given by her body.

The floor she lives on is still higher.

Lancer finally began to doubt her: "Why did you lie to me? Old lady?"

The old woman took her arm out of Lancer's hand, smiled softly, and said, "Don't get me wrong, I was just nervous for a moment and forgot where I lived."

"Oh?" Lancer believed she was the one with the ghost.

The old lady turned her back and seemed to still be tinkering with the evil ghost mask in her hand.

She put it on again.

When the old lady turned around again, she had a can of strange spray in her hand.

The white gas spurted toward Lancer's face, and Lancer instinctively held his breath when he saw the can of spray.

A voice belonging to a young woman came from behind the mask.

"I told you, if you go out at night, you will encounter bad things, so I can only force you to get some sleep first!"

Please, with this dose of spray, how can I sleep?

Lancer thought for a moment, and since it was a sleeping spray, maybe the other party planned to kidnap him directly and use him as a hostage.

In this way, we should know who the forces hiding in the sanatorium belong to, right?

The old lady's fingers that pressed the spray were almost stiff, so Lancer pretended to faint.

The woman glanced at the spray can in her hand, then heard the footsteps coming from the stairs, and immediately complained: "Really! Yusaku, I thought the spray was malfunctioning!