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

Because the control room at that time was not controlled by Kamu as they thought.

So even if their faces were exposed to the surveillance, Lancer was not surprised at all.

However, he was still curious about the identity of the identified "accomplice".

So when he learned through Little Bee's monitoring that Conan really planned to take Haibara Ai to Osaka, Lancer felt a little itchy and wanted to get involved.

"You have the nerve to talk about Gin? Your enthusiasm for joining in the fun is just the same as that idiot who likes to destroy himself."

After Ley fell seriously ill, his mouth seemed to be possessed by a virus, and his words became more and more vicious.

Lancer was confused: "Who are you talking about?"

Rai snorted and said nothing.

It was rare for Death Training Island to be so peaceful. Everyone else on the island was still recovering and no one was causing trouble.

Even Bomore, who always likes to play tricks on his men, went out to sea to fish with Camu.

"Where's Bourbon?" Lancer looked left and right, but didn't see the blond man who had been following Rai, and he couldn't help but be curious.

Ley took out a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it for himself.

The two of them were standing at the lookout, from where they could overlook the entire island.

After Lei slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, he said slowly: "I'm going fishing with him. I heard that there are very fat snappers in this area. He wants to catch them for lunch."

Lancer groaned, "Make more, I want to eat too."

"Ah."

"By the way, the secret surveillance on the day of the science and technology exhibition has been sent to the police through Kamu and the others, but they didn't do anything at all?"

Rai clicked his tongue: "That's not true. I heard that the dead police family have all been suspended from duty and have begun to be investigated by the police. Who knows what the outcome will be in the future?"

However, Bourbon probably won’t go back.

After chatting with Rai for a few words, Lancer saw that he was recovering well. He yawned and prepared to go to the cafeteria with Gin to eat.

The boats on the island have also been repaired in the past few days and can carry out cargo supply normally.

Bomol's men were surprised and saddened by Bomalo's betrayal, and they hated Bomalo's move to leave.

Lancer didn't know about their complicated grudges. He only cared about where Gin had gone if he wasn't in the room.

"Are you looking for Gin-sama?"

A voice came from behind. Lancer turned around and saw a familiar-looking man standing behind him, holding a wooden tray in his hand.

Lancer asked, "What is that?"

"Lunch." He opened the silver round cover on the tray, revealing the soup bowl underneath.

"Aren't you going to the cafeteria to eat?" Lancer asked casually, because this guy looked very energetic and didn't need to eat so lightly.

One thing to say, although Death Training Island is a nightmare for many people, the food in the cafeteria is really delicious.

The man probably didn't expect Lancer to ask this question. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately replied: "This is... food for Lord Gin."

The noodle soup is clear and watery, making it unappetizing.

Lancer thought to himself: She is indeed my wife. She can be full with just one mouthful of soup and become an immortal on the spot.

"Take it away." Lancer said, "I will go to the cafeteria with Gin to eat later."

He observed the subtle expression changes on the man's face, but there was nothing unusual about him. He just nodded and said, "Okay, Master."

When the man was about to leave with the soup bowl, Lancer suddenly stopped him again and asked, "By the way, I often go on missions with you. I don't know your name yet?"

"Cook."

Lancer nodded slightly, glanced at him, and shook his face: "Go ahead."

"Yes."

The man walked steadily and disappeared at the end of the corridor in an instant.

While Lancer was meditating on something, he suddenly received a call from Gin.

"Come in the direction of the dock."

"Ok."

I thought something happened again at the dock, but when I came over, I saw Gin coming back in a yacht with a bucket in his hand.

Today’s gin is a bit special.

He rarely tied his hair up so high and looked very lean.

The muscular inverted triangle figure was wearing a gray T-shirt with a loose hem that swayed with the sea breeze from time to time, exposing the bandage wrapped around his lower abdomen.

What surprised Lancer the most was that he was wearing a pair of shorts and slippers. Apart from his face, he looked no different from an ordinary fisherman.

[System: Wake up, your saliva is dripping. 】

Ever since Lancer and Gin started hanging out together, this guy in the system has become yin and yang.

"Why are you still standing there? Take it."

Gin handed him the bucket, and Lancer stepped on the yacht with one foot, while the other foot was still standing on the ground. Following the ups and downs of the water, the yacht moved slightly away from the shore, almost causing Lancer to perform the splits on the spot.

He took the bucket and put it on the ground. He saw a black sea bream and several saury fish huddled together, and two crabs waving their large pincers in a defensive posture. Lancer suddenly became playful and found a small wooden stick from the ground to tease the crabs. It clamped the stick hard.

One person and one crab started the tug of war.

"Why did you think of going to sea? You didn't ask me to go with you. I thought you were sleeping in your room."

Gin got off the boat carrying the fishing gear and holding a black plastic bag in his hand. He didn't know what was in it.

"Being in that room always makes me want to sleep," he said.

"This is normal. You are injured." Lancer caught the crab and said casually: "Injury is just like being sick. You should rest in bed for a few more days."

"No, it's not a self-conscious fall asleep." Gin said calmly.

After hearing his words, Lancer finally raised his head: "Has someone given sleeping pills?"

"possible."

This reminded Lancer of the man named Cook he met not long ago.

"Have all your meals been delivered by Cook lately?"

"Not entirely." Gin pushed back a few strands of hair from his forehead, "But although the people who come to see him off are different every day, he still feels sleepy almost every day."

Lancer thought for a while, they were both very busy recently and could only meet at night. He was probably sleeping when he saw Gin. He only thought Gin was because he was too busy with things these days.

"Let's go to the cafeteria," Lancer suggested, "to make sure someone really put drugs in your food."

Gin hummed and gave him the fishing tackle. He lit a cigarette and took the small wooden stick out of the crab's claws with his other hand.

Lancer, who was making faces at the crab, was suddenly startled, and then saw the crab waving its pincers towards him.

Lancer's nose hurt.

"what--!"