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

"I didn't, you slandered me, I will call the police."

Gin's many years of career as a killer told him that there was danger. Now the most important thing was to follow Binga. It didn't matter if he was slapped a few times by him. It was okay to be beaten by his boyfriend. It was just fun. If he was taken advantage of, he would be at a disadvantage.

Snapped!

Another big arm bag.

"Behave yourself." Binga threatened with gritted teeth, his hands moving non-stop.

I must push him today.

It doesn't matter who stops me.

"No." Gin struggled a few times, but was held down by Binga. They were all trained members of the organization. There was a gap in strength, but since they were all pinned to the ground, the gap could be ignored.

"No, why not? You have to endure it today even if you don't want to!"

Binga pressed him to perform performance art.

【System 1: Host, stop, what are you doing, stop, no, ahhhhhh, you can't go in! Stop, let you deal with Gin, not deal with him inside.】

[System 2: Host, well done. The protagonist is not important. If they die, they die. If the world collapses, it collapses. If the sky falls, there are people higher up to hold it up. As long as you can take down the main character of the black side today, this system will refine the bite I took off into a 20-cubic storage box for you. You are the best partner for killing people and disposing of corpses. Hehehehe~]

[Binga: The first idiot who spoke has nothing, why is he so poor? ]

[System 1: This system can allow you to live in the sunshine, have a normal life, have a romantic relationship, work from to , and...]

[Binga: Get lost, who wants to work every day, who wants to live in the sun, damn, you don’t have to talk if you don’t know how to talk, poor bastard. ]

[System 2: Hehehe... That invading bastard was so weak that he had nothing to show for it. If it weren't for the fact that this system couldn't chew it up in one go, it wouldn't have had a chance to speak. This system is different. As long as you persecute the Red Team, this system will grow infinitely.]

Binga was a little tempted by the box used to dump corpses and bodies. After all, he was a killer and he could use this thing.

[Binga: Then why does that poor guy exist? Do I look like someone who would help Kudo Shinichi, who is ignorant of the law? ]

[System 2: Humph, it was that consciousness that sensed the danger of this system and wanted to swallow it up while it was just born and still weak. However, this system was created by the host. As long as the host is alive, this system will not be destroyed. How can it be swallowed up so easily? And it was swallowed up by a fool! ]

[System 1: Host, don't listen to that evil guy's nonsense. This system is the consciousness that exists in this world. You can't destroy this... Ahhhhhh, get out, get out, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...]

Binga felt as if his body was pierced by countless electric currents. He became stiff and numb and fell straight down.

In the end, the performance art was only half completed.

It was done, but it also seemed like it wasn’t done.

Gin looked back and saw Binga fell down as if dead. He immediately put on a bathrobe and checked his breathing, fearing that he was too excited and had a heart attack.

"Binga! Binga?"

He patted Binga's face, but there was no movement. He immediately carried him to the bed, called the organization's doctor, and asked him to come over for rescue.

Thinking that the performance art was only halfway through and his face looked very ugly, he didn't know how to describe his current mood.

It feels like the object of your desire has succeeded, but not completely.

It means that Binga worked hard for a long time but in the end it was all in vain.

For a moment, I couldn’t tell whether it was because he was undercover for five years and that facial recognition system was considered broken and miserable, or whether it was even more miserable now.

He dressed Binga in home clothes, and the doctor arrived soon after.

When he saw the slap mark on Gin's face, he quickly dodged and pretended he saw nothing, but his heart was already bursting with anger. Oh my god, Gin was slapped.

This matter must be posted on the organization forum.

When he was taken to the bedroom on the third floor, Binga was lying on the bed like a dead person.

Seeing this scene, the doctor of the organization felt his scalp tingling. Was he beaten to death in a fight?

The people in the action team are too violent. We need to stay away from them.

Shouldn't they look for cremation at this time? Why are they looking for a doctor like him?

I checked Binga and found that it was hot and not dead yet. And this situation...

Why does it feel like I was electrocuted?

The doctor turned his head and looked at Gin, and asked weakly: "Did you stab him with the electric baton?"

"No." Gin said coldly. What kind of electric baton did he use to poke him? It was obviously him who stabbed me.

"That's strange. It's a bit like there's electricity in the body." The doctor touched his chin, unable to explain it. He checked the blood pressure and temperature, and found no problems.

Gin's eyebrows jumped when he saw this, and thinking that he had suddenly become like this, he asked, "Could it be frictional electrification?"

Doctor: ........Frictional electricity, the action team is all sick in the brain, they are sick!!!

"Well... maybe..."

Before he could finish his words, Binga suddenly opened his eyes.

"I have schizophrenia! Cure me!" Binga opened his eyes and saw a doctor standing next to him. The doctor could tell that he had been electrocuted. If he had some medical skills, he would definitely be able to cure his schizophrenia.

Now he still thinks that the two ghosts talking in his head are schizophrenia.

You can chat with them for fun, but you can't cause harm to your body. You must die.

"what?"

The doctor was confused.

What the hell?

Schizophrenia?

Would a schizophrenic person say that he or she has schizophrenia?

The doctor gathered his emotions and organized his words. "Well, colleague, I'm not a psychiatrist and I don't have any research in this area. I recommend Prosecco."

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

He was just an ordinary doctor anyway.

"You can go now." Gin began to chase people away, staring at the doctor as he walked out the door, threateningly saying, "You haven't seen anything today."

"Yes, yes, I have been working all day and have not left at all."

The doctor shuddered, what a beast, he wanted to share the fact that Gin got slapped in the face with his good friend, but now he is the only one who knows about it, he might as well suffocate himself.

Watching the doctor leave, Gin returned to the room, sat on the edge of the bed and stared at Binga, with an unsuppressible smile on his lips. He couldn't do it, he couldn't do it, everything would be his from now on.

Binga closed his eyes, feeling extremely depressed and not wanting to see Gin.

[System 2: Host, do you want to continue the unfinished task? This system has already refined half of the space box necessary for killing, robbing and disposing of corpses.]