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

Ever since he met Canbery, this guy has been causing trouble for Gin.

Lancer made up a big drama in his own mind, and it happened that the two of them bumped into each other today. He wished he could hide next to him and eat melon seeds while watching the two of them dig out their old scores and then have a big fight.

It's a pity that not only can he not move now, but he has also become the tool for the escalation of the conflict between the two.

Lancer returned to his original appearance. His body was no longer as slim as a young man. He had grown taller and gained weight.

But I don’t know if this guy Canberly grew up eating cattle. When he lifted Lancer, he could also show off his weight.

This long-lost sense of shame made Lancer feel like a pig being weighed.

"Tell you what? Isn't this bad? After all, it's something only two people can do. If he fucks him in front of you, will you go crazy?"

A flash of light flashed in Canberly's eyes, "Just like when Tita died."

Tita.

There's that name again.

Lancer was really curious about what kind of relationship this woman had with Gin, and why was she constantly mentioned by Canbery as Gin's weakness or a taboo?

He was a little upset.

However, his thoughts seemed to have been noticed by Gin. After a moment of silence, the man suddenly said: "It's not a weakness."

Lancer: "Oh..."

Canberly, who was suddenly ignored, expressed dissatisfaction: "You seem to be using me as air."

Gin raised his pistol at him and snorted: "Isn't it?"

Canberly held Lancer to his chest, as if he wanted to use it as a shield.

It's a pity that the person Gin decides to kill will not change because of anyone.

He fired twice, and both bullets narrowly missed Lancer's cheek and head, and finally hit the wall of the lounge.

Canberly cursed: "You lunatic! It's because you are reckless in everything you do, so Tita will die because of you!"

Lancer secretly shook hands and realized that he had regained some of his strength, so he asked: "You always mention this woman's name in your mouth, Canberly, don't you have a crush on her?"

As if he was stabbed in the foot, Canberly shouted at him: "That's not the case! If you dare to say nonsense again, I will kill you!"

His hands have already pinched Lancer's throat. Now is the best time to kill him!

Gin fired again, this time hitting him squarely on the wrist and the other arm holding the pistol.

The next few shots hit Canberly's kneecap, causing the guy to miss and throw Lancer out of the pain, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

even so.

When Gin took Lancer into his hands, Canberly still reluctantly took advantage of the chaos and shot them, rolled somersaults on the ground, and then dragged long bloody traces along the corridor with serious injuries. Escape with difficulty.

Gin originally planned to chase after him, but he didn't want to put Lancer in danger anymore, so he simply released the drone and continued the pursuit.

"Can you explain to me what you are arguing about?" Lancer really couldn't understand why Gin had so many enemies.

Gin's eyes carefully traced his face, and in the end he just said calmly and lightly: "It's nothing."

"Gin."

"She's just a former partner."

"Partner?" Lancer looked very surprised. "You never find someone to be your partner. Even if it's vodka, they won't follow you on every mission."

Gin said: "Yes, but humans are animals that live in groups. Sometimes the efficiency of cooperation between two people may be higher than that of three people. Especially when you still need to find a way to survive in a life-or-death situation, having a reliable partner will help you." It’s a lot more convenient.”

Lancer's eyes became complicated: "Are you in love?"

"Love?" Gin sneered coldly, "How does a killer know about love? We don't have that extraneous emotion."

"But Canberly said she is very important to you."

"Maybe it used to be." Gin supported him and slowly led him out of the lounge.

"Unlike us puppets whose memories were wiped and sent to the Death Training Island for training, Tita is a woman who has experienced sunshine, although many of the things she did seem to me to be redundant."

"Like giving a handkerchief?"

"A handkerchief can still come in handy when destroying evidence such as fingerprints."

Lancer knew that this was considered the highest praise among Gin.

"If I were to describe my past life with a boat or a car, then she would be the rudder or the steering wheel of the car. She is a very good guide."

"Wow……"

Gin glanced at his joking expression and raised the corner of his mouth: "But that's all."

"Then how did she die? It sounds like she meant a lot to you."

"suicide."

"Huh?" Lancer didn't expect to get such an answer, and he couldn't keep up with the weird plot development for a moment. "Why?"

Gin thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's because Canberli took advantage of her to be drunk and defiled her."

Lancer: "..."

Unexpectedly, Canberly, who had pretended to be so polite in front of him, turned out to have such a disgusting face behind his back.

Lancer figured something out, but was puzzled: "Since we are partners with her, why aren't you by her side?"

"Because I couldn't stop at that time," Gin said.

Lancer didn't seem to understand what he meant and frowned slightly. And Gin explained to him with rare patience: "At that time, I was like a ship galloping on the ocean, a car driving crazily on the highway. I was always on the way to kill people, with my hands Holding the gun, it was like he was out of control and there was no way to stop."

But in fact, what makes Tita most sad is not how wronged she was, but the realization that Gin's loss of control and indifference to her led to the tragedy of the leader's suicide.

Since then, Gin has indeed never stopped. He has completely become a tool knife in the hands of others, and seems to have lost himself.

"I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand." Lancer said. "Human nature is really complicated. It seems that I still have a lot to learn after I come here."

Gin advised him: "It's okay to study, but don't overdo it. If you get stuck in the quagmire of emotions and can't extricate yourself, you will only suffer."

This is the advice given to men who have lived in this world for more than thirty years.

After counting his age with his fingers, Lancer said with a face that was somewhat unfamiliar to Gin: "So, it seems that you are actually only one year older than me."

"Yeah." Gin openly acted like a hooligan, "But he's still much bigger than you."

Lancer: "???"

"I mean height."

"Oh……"