Ming Ke: I'm exposing the truth in the winery, true and false

When I went downstairs, I saw breakfast on the dining table, and some sticky notes, all of which expressed my concern and whereabouts.

I was thinking about buying a car for Kurosawa Jin, but I didn’t know where to buy one.

It would be right to entrust this matter to Vodka, so he went to the organization's base and found Afu, who was being trained alone.

"Vodka, buy me a car."

"Car? What car do you want to buy?" Vodka asked in surprise. In his impression, Binga never lacked cars and he liked all kinds of off-road.

"It's an ordinary car, not too eye-catching. I'm giving it away as a gift." Binga warmed up on the treadmill while perfunctorily drinking vodka.

He didn't plan to give Kurosawa Jin a too expensive car. After all, insurance and maintenance were huge expenses.

The annual maintenance fee for Gin's classic car could support ten wives.

"Inconspicuous? When did you become so low-key? This is not like your style. Who are you going to give it to?" Vodka asked. Binga has always been rebellious and arrogant, and his cars are all in very eye-catching colors.

It’s either fluorescent green, flaming red, or industrial blue. There is no low-key color.

"Well, for my little lover." Binga said, but as soon as he finished speaking, the system in his mind began to clamor.

[System: Host, please help the protagonist find the real murderer immediately. ]

[System: To kill the protagonist, you have to press Gin down on the table...]

[System: Beep, beep, host, please help the protagonist find the real murderer immediately. ]

[System: Kill the protagonist, and you will be the king.]

[System: Host, please help the protagonist find the real murderer immediately. ]

[System: I will make Gin kneel before you if you kill the protagonist.]

The two voices in my head seem like everyone else, talking to each other without stopping.

Binga looked extremely unhappy and fell off the treadmill.

Before Vodka could ask who the little lover was, Binga fell down. Vodka immediately got off the treadmill, squatted beside Binga, helped him up and dragged him to the infirmary.

"How is he?" Vodka asked. They were all big brother's men, so he was still a little worried that something might happen to Binga.

"It's okay, there's nothing wrong with your body. It might be... a problem here." The doctor pointed to his head secretly.

Vodka opened his mouth wide and looked at Binga, who had a painful expression, then took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his elder brother.

[Brother, Binga has a brain problem. Should we send him to a psychiatric department? —Vodka]

Gin, who was still waiting for Binga to come back for a date, suddenly looked gloomy.

What does Binga mean by something is wrong with his brain?

Why did something go wrong again?

Who did he hit again?

Gin immediately drove to the organization's base, put on a black coat and a hat, and walked into the infirmary to see Binga banging his head against the wall, shouting to shut up.

Gin pulled out his Beretta, lowered his head to the doctor and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"He might be hallucinating!" The doctor was so frightened that he couldn't even stand up.

Gin put away his gun and grabbed Binga, "Hey, Binga, hey, what's wrong with you?!"

Binga faintly heard Gin's voice, suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Gin, pressed him on the table, and said with a ferocious face: "Gin, can you kneel down and call me daddy?"

After these words were spoken, Vodka and the doctor were so shocked that they could fit an egg in their mouths.

What did they hear and what did they see!

Oh my God!

Binga asked Gin to call him dad!

The point of Vodka is that Binga pressed the eldest brother on the table. It would be better if it was the eldest sister-in-law who pressed the eldest brother on the table, hehehe...

I guess the elder brother didn't kick Binga down because he's used to it.

Hey hey hey...

Find an opportunity to meet the eldest sister-in-law. What kind of person can make the eldest brother fall in love with her so deeply?

Gin's face cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he kicked Binga away.

I want you to be my wife, but you want me to be your son.

After a round of sparring, Binga calmed down completely, rested for half an hour, then stood up and walked out like a zombie.

Gin followed behind him and out of the base gate, Gin took him to the car, and Vodka followed behind in Binga's car.

"Where are you taking me?" Binga asked while sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed.

"Psychological clinic." Gin said coldly. He remembered that Binga's mental state was healthier than a dog. It was impossible that Binga would go crazy after he was reborn.

"Do you think I'm sick?" Binga was very calm this time. In fact, he knew that he might really have mental problems.

"Vodka said that," Gin blamed Vodka, thinking that he still needed to explain, hoping that he would get better soon, "I don't want you to have mental problems on the first day you are transferred under my command."

Having said that, if Vodka knew it, half of the organization would know it.

The three came to Prosecco's psychological clinic.

Binga was sent to the clinic by Gin himself.

Prosecco looked up at the lineup in front of him and for a moment he didn't know who was sick.

"Which one of you is treating a doctor?"

"Him!" Gin pointed at Binga beside him, then sat on the sofa next to him with Vodka, very quietly.

Prosek looked at Binga, motioned him to sit down, and asked, "Binga? You had no problems with the psychological test last year. What happened?"

"There's something called a system in my head. It told me that it wanted me to fuck Gin and help the protagonist. This system is schizophrenic."

Binga told everyone his current situation without hiding anything.

"What? You want to fuck gin?" Prosecco takes every patient very seriously, but... this does not include being able to help him fuck gin. He can't do it, he really can't. He is just a weak psychologist.

"Yes, now they asked me to help solve the case, but Tian Gang said that they can let me kill people, but they can't let me solve the case. Isn't this asking for a beating? The problem is that I can't beat him up. Do you think I am schizophrenic?"

Binga cooperated very well and told his situation.

Prosecco raised his hand to interrupt Binga and said simply and rudely: "Let me check you first."

Two hours later, the results came out. Prosek looked at the inspection report and then looked at Binga.

"To be honest, I have both hypnotized you and examined you. Based on my years of experience, your mental state is healthier than that of a dog."

Binga was about to say something when Prosecco interrupted him.

"As for what you said about spitting gin or something, it's better to help the protagonist. My personal suggestion is... fulfill this wish, and maybe you will be fine."

"The main thing is that you don't get stuck in a rut."

Vodka glanced at his elder brother secretly and thought, Oh my God, how can I fulfill this wish?

"I really have a system arguing in my head, and it also gave me a piano and a house."

He wanted to say that Gin was taken in in time and changed into a house. He had investigated the house and found that it was not the organization's property, so it must have been given by the system.

Now he needs to solve this problem.

"You're really not sick! I haven't seen someone so mentally healthy in a long time, especially in the organization."

Prosecco firmly believed that Binga was not sick, he just wanted to drink gin.