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

Chapter 218 A simple and crude way to open the door

I didn't expect to hear the word "cemetery" from Lancer's mouth.

Observing the expression on his face carefully, the young man who usually always puts a smile on his face has been tightening his lips since Conan got in the car.

Although he always smiled when he turned to look at Conan, the smile was undoubtedly very forced.

Conan tentatively spoke: "Brother Lancer, is that man... really dead?"

After being asked this question, Lancer finally glanced straight ahead at Conan, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"Haven't you already seen it with your own eyes? Why do you still ask such a question?"

Conan didn't answer, just lowered his head, thoughtfully.

Seeing this, Lancer said: "You shouldn't doubt that all this is a conspiracy arranged by me, right? Is there any reason why I have to do this? Conan."

It’s just because I don’t have it that I can’t figure it out.

This method was too clumsy and too deliberate. Even if they wanted to make a plan, they shouldn't have implemented it when Gin had just gained freedom.

At this time, the car turned a corner, and Conan didn't know where he was going to take him, so he looked at the scenery outside the window and asked Lancer: "You have the skills to take me away, why not prove it to the police as soon as possible?" Not the criminal who committed the crime..."

"I have no way to prove it," Lancer said.

Conan was stunned, "What?"

As the car drove toward the outskirts, the sound of police sirens could be heard on the road.

"Someone wants to imitate me and commit a crime. If he just changes his appearance, it is certainly not difficult. The reason why that person showed his face in the surveillance footage is just to want me to be arrested by the police."

"But usually, if you compare DNA samples such as hair or blood stains left at the scene, you will find that the person who committed these crimes is indeed me."

Hearing this, Conan showed a shocked expression: "Then these cases are really your fault——"

"So this time, I'm going to take you to find out for sure how the people who committed these crimes have anything to do with me."

The car accelerated violently and arrived at a factory in the suburbs.

This factory is for the production of biological drugs. Although Conan doesn't know what the purpose of Lancer's coming here is, it is obvious that this is likely to become another destination for real criminals.

"The first time was in the research institute, the second time was in the hospital, and the third time was in the pharmaceutical factory..."

What are the rules behind why prisoners choose such locations?

Conan touched his chin and fell into thought, and then heard Lancer urging him: "Okay, get out of the car."

The two left the car and prepared to enter the factory through the door, but found that the factory door had been closed and locked from the inside.

The fence is very high, with a high-voltage power grid set up on it, and surveillance cameras installed at several high points.

I'm afraid it's really not easy for ordinary people to sneak into here.

"I took a look when I came here. The walls of this factory are very high. Except for the gate, everything is surrounded by walls. If you want to go in, you can only go through the small barbed wire joint wall. I'm thinking of a way...what are you doing?"

In order to prevent the factory from being destroyed, Conan carefully thought about how to get in and explained it to Lancer.

As a result, he looked up and saw Lancer pulling out a strange-looking silver pistol from nowhere.

It was said to be a pistol, but it was a bit larger than an ordinary pistol. The place where the magazine was hidden was unusually full, as if there was something strange inside.

When Conan came closer to take a look, Lancer covered his face with his hands and gently pushed him aside.

"If you don't want to die, stay away from this gun. Although it is very powerful, if it misses, the damage will be indistinguishable between friend and foe."

Conan is a curious but persuasive person.

He took a few steps back, and then he saw Lancer raising the silver gun in his hand and shooting towards the factory's thick, closed door.

Surprisingly, what was shot out of the gun was not a bullet, but a trace of red liquid.

After this pool of liquid sprayed onto the door, it quickly melted into a syrup-like object at a speed visible to the naked eye, melting a hole in the door, which was of considerable weight and mass.

This hole also has a tendency to gradually expand, so that two people can pass through it at a time without any problem.

The liquid gradually disappeared after the corrosion reached the limit, and the edges of the melted hole began to oxidize and turn black, as if they had been burned by fire.

Lancer put away the silver gun, then walked to the door and touched it lightly with his hand a few times. He felt the temperature above it drop rapidly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This gun was drawn from the blind box using the points I had saved for a long time. I thought it was just a pile of scrap metal, but I didn't expect it to be put to use so quickly.

In order to get something useful, Lancer rubbed Gin's body again and again, trying to absorb all the European energy from his body.

It made the man think he was some kind of pervert.

"Let's go, Conan." Lancer tugged at the stunned boy and entered the factory gate first.

Seeing this, Conan quickly stopped him: "Wait a minute, there are still surveillance——"

Before he finished speaking, Conan looked up following Lancer's gaze.

I saw several surveillance cameras set up near the door, all of which seemed to have their heads lowered listlessly.

But if you look closely, you will find that the wires connected at the back are cut off.

Conan was surprised: "Brother Lancer? When did you..."

"It's not me." Lancer said frankly: "It has nothing to do with me. It seems that the guy came here before us, and he cut off the camera."

So, how did he get in?

This question appeared in Conan's mind.

As Lancer moved towards the interior of the factory, he quickly followed, fearing that he would be spotted by the real prisoner if he fell behind.

Although he has always been skeptical about whether there really is a prisoner exactly like Lancer.

There was no one outside the factory, and there was obviously something wrong with this strangely quiet atmosphere. Neither Lancer nor Conan dared to let down their guard.

"Hey, Brother Lancer, isn't he tired from committing so many crimes in one day? The hostages kidnapped from the hospital before have not been dealt with by him, right?"

"Isn't this here to be dealt with?" Lancer was worried now. He really wanted to light a cigarette for himself and smoke like gin.

When he came to this world, he didn't expect that the person who was more difficult to deal with turned out to be a replica of himself. Isn't this ridiculous?

Seeing his frown and his ugly and haggard expression, Conan silently closed his mouth.

His hand had sneakily reached into his pants pocket.