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

"Haha~ Mr. Amuro, good morning."

In order to take care of Lancer under his nose, and to monitor his every move, Toru Amuro still let him live in his apartment.

Although Lancer hoped that the living environment would be as comfortable as his own house, the other party was an unmarried adult male and could not ask for too much.

Fortunately, there is a little white dog here, who unexpectedly gets along with Lancer.

Toru Amuro, who was in charge of making breakfast, discovered that Lancer, who had gotten up, was standing at the door of the kitchen at some point.

His soft silver hair was as big as a chicken coop. It was easy to imagine that the young man's sleeping posture was not regular.

The newly bought pajamas didn't fit me well, and the edges rolled up when I rolled over in my sleep.

Lancer scratched his itchy belly and back, reluctantly opened his sleepy eyes, and yawned long.

Hello excitedly circled around Lancer, rubbing his head against Lancer's legs. His affection was so good that Tohru Amuro was surprised.

"Good morning Lancer, I would be happier if you could change your name to something more affectionate."

Lancer's head, which was down from waking up early, began to spin sluggishly because of this question.

After pondering for a long time, he tilted his head and called hesitantly: "Bourbon?"

Toru Amuro was stunned for a moment, his eyes changed color, and then he showed a cold smile: "You can call it that."

"If you want to fight me."

[System: Bourbon’s current killing intent value is 32%, host please speak with caution! 】

Quite fierce!

Lancer touched his hungry stomach, looked at the omelette in his hand, and decided to leave it as it was.

He smiled slightly at Toru Amuro, with the word "coward" written big on his face.

"I was joking just now, can we eat? Tooru, brother~"

Toru Amuro was surprised by his amazing adaption speed, but he still smiled back with the same smile.

"Of course, breakfast is already ready."

Toru Amuro's part-time job is downstairs from the Mori Detective Agency, in a cafe called Poirot.

Lancer originally wanted to follow, but his cell phone received a text message from an unknown number, asking him to stay at home.

Lancer guessed that this was probably from Gin, and he probably wanted to see him for something.

So, after bidding farewell to Tohru Amuro, Lancer returned to where he lived.

As soon as he entered the house, a gun was put to his head.

The other party had a strong smell of blood on him. Lancer frowned and pushed the other party's hand away. "Why are you so careless?"

"Where have you been?" Gin's voice sounded cold.

Lansehun didn't care about his cold attitude, and said while changing shoes in the entrance: "I just came from my new roommate, didn't you ask him to take care of me?"

"Oh, you mean bourbon?" Gin put away the gun and took out the cigarette case.

"I don't like the arbitrary guy. But I heard that that guy likes to pretend to be an ordinary person in life. For you, he should be an easy candidate to get along with."

Lancer took out his new phone and played with it for a while, then raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

"He is indeed a very powerful person. He tried to hack into my mobile phone while I was sleeping and put a bug in it."

Gin snorted, not too surprised.

"He's also very suspicious, which is no surprise."

Lancer laughed at him: "You use this word very spiritually. Are you admitting that you are suspicious?"

Gin's finger lit up the lighter, but he never lit up the cigarette.

He was wondering whether he should shoot this guy's head off.

Until Vodka, who was staying in the house, couldn't help but interrupt the deathly silence.

"Well, brother, we are ready to leave. The car is already at the door."

The car that came to pick up Lancer was said to be sent by that gentleman. As for the reason, Gin kept silent on the way, so Lancer had no way of knowing.

They came to the door of a building that looked like a European style. Lancer couldn't help but taunted: "A pure black organization covered in blood, could it be that it is hiding in such a bright place and carrying out unknown dark deeds?" ?”

"No, speaking of it, it's just that the speaker likes to pretend to be a priest."

Lancer joked wildly: "You read blessings to newlyweds during the day, and then kill people and silence them at night?"

He didn't hear Gin's answer, and his heart skipped a beat. He looked up at the man beside him in surprise: "Is this really the case?"

Vodka answered awkwardly: "Only occasionally..."

It took a long time before Lancer faintly uttered two words: "Abnormal."

The style of the auditorium really didn't match Gin. When Lancer walked into the building, he was attracted by the white interior decoration.

The top of the building is inlaid with glass engraved with colorful stars. During the day, sunlight can pass through the glass to illuminate the interior of the church.

However, there were currently no believers praying in the auditorium, and no newlyweds were getting married. There was only a man in black robe standing in front of the cross, seemingly piously bowing his head.

Gin stopped near the door and motioned for him to go over.

Lancer had no choice but to approach the man in black robes with anxiety.

The pure black leather shoes made a clear clicking sound on the ground. When he stood still behind the pastor, the man finally turned around slowly.

He was shorter than Lancer, so if he lowered his head, Lancer couldn't see his face.

Seeing that his whole head was covered with a huge hood on his robe, even his face was completely covered, Lancer couldn't help but frown in disgust.

"You asked me to meet but refused to show your face. What do you mean?"

The man in black robe put his right hand on his left shoulder and bowed to him. His voice was harsh and hoarse, as if it had been polished by sandpaper.

"Young Master Lancer, noble people tend to forget things. I once burned half of my face in a fire. Because I looked ugly, I didn't dare to show my true face in front of others."

"Then when you act as a priest, do you rely on a mask to show off to others?"

"of course."

Since he had a reason not to show his face, Lancer didn't want to ask further, but was just curious: "That gentleman sent you to see me. Did he have any instructions?"

"Yes, this is a list of people to be assassinated."

The man in black robe handed him a tablet computer, and the names on the bright screen were densely packed.

When Lancer saw the list, he was surprised and said: "So many?"

"That gentleman believes in your ability. After all, you were already a famous killer in the organization when you were just an adult."

Lancer's eyelids twitched slightly.

He had never heard that the owner of this body had such a talent.

The man in black robe sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that the organization's research on drugs has not made any substantial progress since a certain traitor disappeared. That's why Master Lancer has allowed you to be involved in this turmoil." Always at a disadvantage.”

drug……

Lancer's mind flashed again with Haiyuan Ai's face, and he felt that his head was so painful that it was about to explode!