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

On the crowded streets of Shibuya, a man wearing pure black clothes was climbing on a makeshift ladder, reaching out to remove a pumpkin lantern that had just been installed.

Pedestrians passing by would look in their direction and whisper.

"What are they doing?"

"That black-haired man is so handsome! He looks so sexy with long hair!"

"It's a shame he's wearing a tasteless hat. He must be a very boring old man."

"Xingzi, don't speak so harshly~ Oh! The silver-haired man standing below also looks very handsome. Did you have some great luck today? We can meet such a top-notch man!"

"Don't blame me for not persuading you. It's very possible that the two of them are..."

Probably because they were afraid of being heard clearly by the person involved, the two girls lowered their heads and touched each other when they finished speaking, and their voices became difficult to hear clearly.

A few seconds later, the girl who liked looking at handsome guys raised her voice in surprise: "Huh?! They are probably a couple?!"

The sound was so loud that Ley almost fell off the ladder.

Lancer listened to the girls' gossip with great interest, and smiled at them when they turned back.

The two beauties in short skirts ran away as if they had a guilty conscience.

Rai took off one of the lanterns and handed it to Lancer. Then he jumped down the ladder and revealed the tools in his hands.

Then the eyes of passers-by changed from confusion to understanding.

Was he the worker responsible for repairing the Halloween lanterns? He’s so handsome!

When Lancer received the lantern, he felt that it was heavy. Was there really something inside?

"Let's wait and see." Rai said. He didn't even dare to take out his cigarette and looked at Lancer.

“It’s not clear which street lanterns have another reactive liquid, so it’s best to wait until you leave Shibuya to see it.”

Lancer cast an appreciative look and said, "Okay, then I'll listen to you."

The car stopped at a certain river embankment for a while. The pumpkin lantern was opened and the pink liquid inside flowed out.

It's not a lot, but the explosion caused by so many jack-o'-lanterns is estimated to burn the entire Shibuya to rubble.

Lancer used instruments to explore the pink liquid, and unsurprisingly detected the ingredients of explosives.

"What are we going to do now? Should we tell Bourbon about this?"

Rai finally lit up his cigarette, took out his cell phone and sent several text messages, but he never received a reply.

"If you want to tell him, you have to find someone. Maybe that guy is just like me back then, wearing a collar bomb around his neck and being trapped in some unknown place!"

At the same time, Toru Amuro suddenly sneezed in the underground isolation room.

He rubbed his nose, and his voice became a little buzzy in the receiver of the phone.

Conan, who was outside the isolation glass wall, looked at him with subtle eyes, still holding the telephone on the wall.

He asked with concern: "Mr. Amuro, are you okay? It's airtight inside, so it shouldn't be cold at all!"

"It's okay." Toru Amuro rubbed the tip of his nose with his hand, turned the bomb collar slightly, and said with a smile in his tone: "I think maybe the guy who has a grudge against me is talking about me behind my back. Bad words?"

"That's all I can tell you for now, Conan."

Just as Rai guessed, Toru Amuro had a collar bomb of the same style wrapped around his neck.

The liquid storage tube above is marked red and blue on both sides, and this time, there is no countdown device on it.

This also means that the prisoner holds the bomb's remote control in his hand.

When Toru Amuro was about to see off the guests, Conan asked what he had always wanted to ask: "Mr. Amuro, among the four classmates of your police academy, Date Hang died in a car accident, Officer Matsuda and Ogihara Kenji who were in the same group all died. If he died in the explosion, then the remaining one..."

"Conan," Toru Amuro interrupted, the corners of his mouth still seemed to be raised, but a cold light appeared in his purple eyes. "I can't tell you about this, but what I can tell you is that he has nothing to do with this case."

Conan stared at him with some concern, and after a few seconds he said calmly: "Really?"

The policeman from behind came forward, covered Conan's eyes again with the scarf in his hand, and finally took him away.

Toru Amuro returned to the chair in the isolation room and sat down, putting the old-fashioned phone in his hand back on the table.

Remember that last time Rai's bomb was defused by Lancer himself after being frozen. They should have researched the diluent of the explosive drug component.

If only I could find a way to get that kind of thing from them.

But asking the police to bow to dark organizations is a fantasy.

On the other side, Lancer yawned.

They had been wandering around outside for most of the day. Apart from going to the scene of the explosion, they only knew about the thunder hidden in the jack-o'-lantern.

After thinking about it, both Lancer and Rai thought it would be better to go directly to Takagi Wataru.

By exposing this matter, you can ask him about the explosion incident.

But surprisingly, Lancer couldn't get through to Takagi Wataru when he called him. The two of them had no choice but to wait in their car at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department to see if there was any chance of squatting down on him.

As a result, Takagi Wataru didn't see much of it, but Conan, the god of death, saw it twice.

Lancer leaned on the back of the seat, his face full of exhaustion.

"No way? Is this kid related to this case again?"

"You seem to have met him before."

"Yeah." Lancer's eyes were sad, "At Takagi Shita's wedding..."

His eyes suddenly lit up, "Wait a minute, if that's the case, then the case they are investigating should be related to the incident that Bourbon encountered."

With that said, Lancer took out the camouflage mask from the system space and put it on Rai's face: "Let's go check out his voice."

"That guy has a very strict tone." Rai touched the texture of the mask and felt it was a bit novel. "Who does this mask make me look like?"

"Whatever." Lancer was already getting out of the car, "You can think of anyone's face."

After hearing his words, Rai was stunned for a moment, and then pressed the mask hard on his face a few times.

The mask was like new skin that had grown out and quickly integrated into his skin, changing his appearance and features.

Lancer waited outside the car for a while, turned around and said, "Fuck!"

Otherwise, if Rai becomes ruthless, it won't be anyone else's business?

He directly transformed into his former boss, FBI investigator James Blake.