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

The car suddenly became quiet.

Binga saw the makeup bag that she had left in the car, so she opened it, took out a light pink lipstick, applied it in front of a small mirror, and then blended it with her fingers.

She crawled to the front from the gap between the two back seats and kissed Gin on the side of his face, leaving a big lipstick mark on his face.

Gin held the steering wheel with one hand, raised his other hand and rubbed Binga's face with his fingers, then slapped him. A red mark immediately appeared on the back of his hand.

"Don't touch me with your paws."

Binga sat back in his seat, crossed his legs, and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Change equipment in the safe room." Gin's voice was cold, his chest heaving. His current status was not as good as Vest.

Why am I so lucky that I have a gift? Why hasn’t it been given to me yet? Tomorrow is my birthday.

But he didn't give him a vest, which made him feel better.

"What mission?" Binga frowned. Indeed, there were not many missions recently. Could it be that the organization was going to go bankrupt?

No way!

Even though I died twice, the world should still be the same!

[System 2: Host, the world is the original world, and it is not the original world. Each world will change with the changes of people. ]

【Binga: Hmm?】

[System 2: Well, you can also understand that the world is the original world, but the direction it is heading is not the original direction. After all, it has been disrupted by you.]

[Binga: What do you mean by being disrupted by me? It was obviously Kudo Shinichi who disrupted it. If he hadn't mocked me as a low-profile version of Gin, I would have chased him and killed him. Where is your brother? ]

[System 2: Are you talking about that stupid...intruder? It rescued the protagonist and was weak. It was bitten by this system and is now weak and hiding.]

Soon, Gin drove the car to his safe house.

Binga removed all the makeup on her face, got out of the car immediately, and stood at the door with her hands in her pockets waiting for the door to open.

"Where's your expired gun?" Gin sneered. It was a miracle that he could come up with such a perfunctory excuse.

"Oh." Binga took out the sniper and followed Gin into the safe house. The house was as deserted as ever, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

Gin also has this feeling, which is a very bad feeling, but fortunately it is clean. Vodka should come to clean every week.

"There are weapons in the basement, go change them yourself. What would you like to drink?"

"Mineral water." Binga went to Gin's basement by himself. The safe houses of the organization are all similar. When he arrived at the basement, he hung the sniper in his hand aside and looked at the weapons here. There are really rich ones.

He probably kept a lot of it to himself.

"What is the mission?" Binga came back and asked while sitting on the sofa. There shouldn't be any mission recently. He stared at Gin who was smoking on the sofa, and glanced at him from time to time. He felt something was wrong.

It feels like this Gin now doesn't seem that keen on the mission, and even feels a bit...stolen.

"The mission... we'll talk about it tonight." Gin was thinking, where's the gift? Where's the gift? Why didn't you give me a gift? "Rest first."

"Oh! How are you resting?" Binga came close to Gin, took out a makeup remover wipe and wiped the lipstick marks on his cheek. Seeing that his cheek was so white and clean without even pores, he frowned slightly. When did Gin's skin become so good?

Doesn't he often stay up late to work overtime and often go out to clean up in the middle of the night?

And he is very rough except for his hair.

Binga grabbed Gin's chin and forced his face to look at him, "What did you use on your face?"

Gin was stunned for a moment, then snorted, "It's useless."

"Impossible, do you think I'm a fool? Your face used to be as rough as a corn cob, but now your skin is smooth and delicate. What on earth did you use?"

Binga felt it necessary to ask whether there was something good in the laboratory that no one had told him about.

"The scar on my face was too noticeable before, so I went to a cosmetic hospital." Gin closed his eyes, afraid that he would be exposed, and he felt a little guilty when he said this.

"Oh, I see." Binga touched his face. He was not old enough to get a facial. "You are old."

When Gin heard him say that he was old, veins on his forehead bulged. He thought he was looking down on him, but why did he look down on him? He didn't even say that idiot in vest was old.

How old is he?

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I decided not to think about it anymore and just have a real fight.

Before Binga could react, he was dragged into the training room.

It was several hours later when the two came out. Binga felt drained from not exercising for so long.

"The water is ready." Gin grabbed Binga's ankle and dragged him into the bathtub in the bathroom. "Don't play dead. Get down by yourself."

Binga got into the bathtub by himself, put some hot spring powder in the water, patted the bathtub, and said, "Come in."

Gin's eyes flashed, and he followed suit.

Binga rested his chin on his shoulder, leaned against him, closed his eyes and rested, and fell asleep in a short while.

Gin, who was used as a pillow, held his hand to prevent him from slipping and drowning. He warmed up the water when it got cold and touched Binga all over when he was quiet.

When Binga woke up, he found Gin still there. He bit his back gently, then saw a lipstick and decided to leave a mark on his back.

I found that everything looks good with white marks on the skin.

"Come out? Eat something and then we'll go out." Gin came out of the water, the water stains on his body running down his body. He wiped himself with a towel and left the bathroom.

Binga raised an eyebrow, noticing that Gin didn't seem to notice him stamping his back.

After coming out of the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and used scissors to cut my hair short enough to cover the length on both sides. After blow-drying it with a hair dryer, I curled it a few times with a curling iron.

When he came out, he knocked on the door without any hesitation and asked Gin who was getting dressed, "Give me a set of clothes."

Gin looked him up and down, finally stopping at his hairstyle, "You cut your hair."

"Well, it's a bit troublesome." Binga sat naked on the bed, waiting for Gin to get his clothes, wanting to know what the task was as soon as possible.

"Put on women's clothes and be my companion." Gin tied his tie, then put on his coat and hat, covering half of his face.

"Oh, are you so unpopular? You can't even find a female companion. Do you want me to help you find a few? Just give me a call, no less..."

Before he could finish his words, Gin interrupted him coldly.

"You are my girlfriend. If you don't want to be my female companion, will you let me drink vodka?"

"Huh? Vodka?"

Binga's mind flashed with Vodka wearing a dress and leaning against Gin like a little bird. He immediately got goose bumps all over his body and put on a bathrobe and went to find clothes for himself.

The picture is so beautiful that I can’t bear to look at it.

but...

"Not impossible. I haven't seen Vodka for a long time. What is he doing recently?"