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

When the housekeeper woke up the next day, he still had no idea who had done it to him.

A lot of things were lost in the document bag, many of which were certificates that could keep the master's business running, but he couldn't figure out why the other party even took away the document bag containing the wife's letters?

The only suspects were the two people who came during the day.

Could it be that they were actually the ones who killed the master? !

If that's the case, then what follows makes sense.

The housekeeper was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He decided to wait until dawn and discuss it with the person in the family who had the closest contact with the master and ask for help.

But Lancer and Gin, who had gone home to sleep, knew nothing about the butler's accurate guess.

Early the next morning, Rai slipped the little black cat back to their base.

He was keenly aware that someone was sneaking around nearby, and he immediately realized that he was being watched.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he took the black cat into the lair, stepped on the iron stairs, and knocked on the door of the gin room.

Lancer's ears twitched, he opened his eyes alertly and got up, "Who is it?"

"it's me."

Rai's voice sounded, and Lancer glanced at the man beside him. Seeing Gin's eyes narrowed and looking like he was not awake, he lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek, then casually picked up a coat and put it on. Open the door.

Seeing that the person who opened the door was Lancer, who was dressed slovenly, Rai frowned slightly and asked, "Where's the gin?"

Lancer yawned and pointed in the direction of the bedroom, a little tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

His voice was still a little confused, and he said in a low voice: "I stayed up late to work last night, so I went to bed late today."

While talking, Gin had also come out of the bedroom, wearing a white coat instead.

Rai glanced at them both and laughed softly: "I can see that you two haven't woken up yet, and you're wearing the wrong clothes."

Lancer grabbed his coat tightly and shook his head: "No, you don't understand. Wearing your partner's clothes is called fun - have you and Bourbon ever done this?"

"Well... does it count if you don't wear the clothes underneath?" Rai touched his chin with a playful look in his eyes. "After all, we are similar in stature, not like you..."

Lancer suddenly became energetic: "I feel that you are caring about me, but I have no proof."

After closing the door, Rai looked outside the building warily.

The three of them sat down in the living room, and Rai said straight to the point: "You are being targeted. There are many informants outside."

Gin was chewing on his cigarette and looking at him with raised eyebrows: "You guys?"

After a pause, Rai reluctantly changed his words: "We."

Gin nodded with satisfaction, "Very good, people must know their own position clearly."

This sounds like a slap in the face.

Rai narrowed his eyes, suddenly wanting to fight Gin.

Lancer sensed something was wrong in the atmosphere, so he distanced himself from the two men who couldn't get along at all, and reached out to push them away.

"If you have anything to say, just say it. Don't hesitate, Rai."

The man in the knitted hat openly picked up a cigar from the cigar box on the table, lit it under Gin's murderous gaze, and slowly exhaled white smoke.

"You may have attracted flies when you were operating at night. I saw people from the organization ambushing outside. They seemed to be monitoring every move here."

Lancer raised his eyebrows, as if he had expected it.

"and then?"

"What?" Rai was stunned.

Gin asked coldly: "Is that all? I thought you had heard some shocking news!"

Rai stared at the two of them with unkind eyes: "If the flies you caused because of your carelessness, if I are implicated as an innocent person, I don't know who the target of my revenge will be."

"Don't worry." Lancer yawned and poured himself a cup of coffee from the table next to him. Then he sat on the sofa with his long smooth white legs and said calmly: "As long as we stand still, they won't be able to do anything easily." Take action."

"We are a tough guy. The Karasuma family has been chewing on it for so long and has knocked out so many teeth. They don't dare to open their mouths."

Rai was curious: "Who did you offend?"

"Some people involved in the interests of Mr. Xun's death." Lancer seemed to remember something and looked at Gin: "My dear, have you forgotten a certain princess who was imprisoned?"

The man's brows furrowed, obviously not knowing who he was referring to.

"Belmod." Lancer said sourly, "When you died, people still remembered you. I didn't expect you to be such a ruthless man."

After a while, Gin said: "If she dies, I will reluctantly remember her."

Lancer: "..."

As expected of you!

Since the Karasuma family is involved, Belmode is indeed a good candidate to serve as this lobbyist.

Just like before, this noble and arrogant woman was locked in the cellar.

The weak sunlight can only penetrate into the small and dark underground space through a very narrow gap. On the one hand, it gives hope to the imprisoned, but on the other hand, it slowly destroys the other person's willpower.

When the world is silent, she will feel most helpless.

When Lancer came to visit Belmode, the woman was leaning against the damp wall. She was still wearing the old clothes from when she was captured, and her once-golden hair had become dull.

She is like a flower that is on the verge of withering due to lack of fertilizer and sunlight, and is slowly withering as its leaves droop.

Lancer saw her look like this and looked reproachfully at the man next to him.

"You lock her here and only give her food and drink, but don't care about anything else?"

Gin asked back: "You don't seem to understand the meaning of the word prisoner?"

Lancer closed his mouth.

Belmode, who was sitting in the corner, raised the corner of his mouth and said with a sarcastic smile: "You don't have to perform in front of me, right? You were the one who said you wanted to lock me up and let me think about it, weren't you? ? Lancer.”

After being called by name, Lancer gave up the look of the White Lotus Virgin, shrugged and smiled.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to wither so quickly!"

As if some keyword was triggered, Belmod murmured: "Withering..."

It was the opposite of immortality, something she had once loathed but now desperately desired.

Looking at her ghostly look, Lancer couldn't help but frown.

"If you want to die, I can give you the antidote to APTX4869 right now. When you lose your youthful beauty and become a dying old woman. By that time, you hope that you can become the heart of the organization. Are you going to be pierced by a silver bullet, or are you regretting that you didn't make the right choice at this time?"