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

Binga turned around grimly, looking down at the little lamb sitting on the sofa, already thinking about how he would die.

Gin looked at the wig in his hand, then looked at Binga, stood up as steadily as an old dog, and put the wig back on Binga's head.

Because I was not skilled, I put it on crookedly.

He adjusted himself again, ignoring Binga's murderous look, his brain working frantically, trying to get over the matter, but Vodka didn't give him any way to deal with the accident, he cursed Vodka in his heart, calling him a waste.

She lowered her head to block Binga's cold gaze, took a deep breath, made an expression that said "I understand everything", and said slowly: "I know that when you girls have your hair cut badly, you will wear wigs to cover it up. I won't tell anyone."

Binga's brewing murderous intent was almost backfired by his words.

My god, I have to wear a wig because my hair was cut so badly.

God knows everything.

You know shit.

I really don't know how he survived before.

Is he blind?!

Binga took a deep breath, and without a doubt, slashed towards Kurosawa Zhen with a knife.

Gin's body was tense and he was ready to resist, but in order to prevent his identity from being exposed, he chose to fight it off. Binga wouldn't use much strength anyway.

But when the knife hit him, the force was not strong enough to make him faint. After hesitating for a second, he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

When Binga saw that Gin was knocked unconscious, he did not let him fall to the ground. Instead, he kicked him at the moment he fainted, causing him to fall on the sofa.

She was angry because her disguise was torn off and she didn't realize that he was a man, so she kicked the unconscious Gin several times.

"Are you blind? Are you blind? I've shown you this clearly, but you still can't see it. Are you blind?"

Binga was so angry that he would kill him immediately if he showed any shock or fear.

As a result, this guy actually showed an expression as if he had realized it, and put the wig that he had pulled off back on his head, but the key point was that it was crooked.

Binga grabbed the crooked wig and threw it at Kurosawa Jin, snorted coldly, walked into the bathroom, untied all the corn braids in front of the mirror, washed his hair, blew it half dry, applied hair care oil, and then blow-dried it with cold air.

Gin, who was lying on the sofa pretending to be unconscious, was very glad that he had secretly taken the intelligence team's professional classes with Brandy when he was a child. Although he could not compare with the professional members of the intelligence team, it was still useful when facing the police.

He thought he would never be able to use this skill in his lifetime, but he didn't expect there would be a chance for him to put it to good use.

But thinking that Binga was not attacking just him, he felt relieved even though the force was not strong.

Akai Shuichi, who had no idea about the situation here, came to the hospital to take an X-ray.

He was diagnosed with a clavicle fracture and acromion fracture.

And because half of his face was swollen and he seemed injured, he took an X-ray at the doctor's request.

concussion!

This result made Shuichi Akai's head hurt even more.

"Excuse me, what caused you to be so seriously injured?" The doctor was a little undecided. Could this man be a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi? Should he call the police to get rid of this evildoer?

"I was fixing the light bulb in the bathroom and I fell off the ladder and hit the bathtub. When I stood up, I didn't stand firmly and hit the sink. Sorry, I am a bit miserable."

Shuichi Akai was talking nonsense in a serious tone. Anyway, he couldn't tell anyone about being hit by high heels and bricks.

Not only will the police come to your door, but your identity will also most likely be exposed.

What a tough opponent.

"Can I go home and recuperate? I'm a graduate student and have a lot of papers to finish."

Shuichi Akai didn't want to be hospitalized. There were too many people in the hospital and it was said that there were organized people in the hospital. Although no one knew who they were, it was inevitable that they would be discovered.

Now, he could only admit his bad luck and pray that the couple did not recognize his appearance.

Conan was not idle either. He and Xiaolan came to Kurokawa's house and were ringing the doorbell.

Binga, who was sitting in the living room fixing his hair, saw someone coming from the surveillance camera at the door. Not only did he not open the door, he also pretended not to hear it.

Gin, who was pretending to be unconscious, couldn't help but open his eyes slowly after hearing the continuous doorbell ringing. What caught his eyes was Binga playing with his half-gradient hair.

I saw him braiding his hair into a pigtail, then untying it and combing it straight, and then letting it down. The loose hair hanging in front of his forehead scattered lazily on his cheeks, which looked a lot softer than when he tied his hair into cornrows.

If Binga with corn braids is arrogant and has a bad guy written on his face, then Binga with his hair down is the bad guy who has been broken and turned black.

Anyway, he has nothing to do with good people.

Even ten years ago, he was like this, a born bad boy.

He is not a good person either, they are meant to be together

Moreover, such a bad person confessed to him so sincerely and purely. If you miss it, you will never meet him again in this life.

Although he doesn't care, it doesn't mean that he doesn't want someone to be purely nice to him.

Even though he doesn't care.

However, it is yours, and no one can take it away.

Ok.

He can tolerate even vodka that is not so pure.

Binga was so pure and serious in his relationship with him, and he could tolerate his little temper.

Although I used to think about living together after retirement.

But this guy has been led astray by Rum, and he must be changed, and it needs to be done in advance.

As for his little lovers, he'd better be smart and deal with them himself. If he finds out, haha...

Seeing Binga looking at him, he immediately adjusted his expression and said bluntly: "Your hair looks good after dyeing it. It looks better than a wig."

Binga:... Did you ask me to praise you for having good taste? The hair of a living person must be better than that of a dead person. Isn't that all nonsense!

Seeing that he ignored him, Gin pointed to the door and asked, "I know your hair is ruined and you don't want to see anyone."

"Yeah, yes, you are right." Binga took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to beat up the person in front of him. Now he was so annoyed. Maybe it wasn't that Kurosawa Jin was blind, but he was blind. Why did he always like this kind of stuff?

Forget about that bastard Gin, his words are no different from spitting shit.

This new little lover is really...stupid and cute. It's not that he has a problem with his mouth, he's blind and his brain circuits are weird. Doesn't he think about other things?

I was actually looking forward to killing him.

After all, Gin cannot be killed, but he is still willing to give up a little lover who looks similar to him.

"Did I say something wrong?" Gin saw that Binga looked a little strange. He didn't think he had said anything wrong. It was the same before. Binga suddenly stopped talking and stared at him with eyes that wanted to kill him.

But this is just his little hobby.

But he couldn't stand it all the time, and still liked Binga who was willing to stick to him.

"No, I just feel that... there's something wrong with your way of thinking. Don't you suspect that I'm a bad person?" Binga continued to fix his hair, and he began to think about whether he should change his hairstyle.

"Is there any conflict between spending the rest of your life with me and you being a bad person?"

Gin felt that Binga had a very clear understanding of himself. He had been a bad boy for a long time. He had been a bad boy since he was young. He would drag others down with him, frame and slander others, cut off people's tongues when he couldn't win an argument, and solve problems that could not be solved by himself.