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

Binga raised his arms to cover his eyes. What the hell, no interest at all. How could he proceed? Was he going to risk his life?

[System 2: Don't worry, there will be no problem this time. That poor guy is weak again. With this system to escort you, there will be no problem with this mission. You can also ask him to help you actively. It's not a big deal. Hehehe...]

"I don't want to hear any sound." Binga blurted out, ignoring Gin who was standing next to him and laughing at him. What the hell is he taking the initiative to do? Damn it, may the world be destroyed.

Someone collapsed halfway through the process.

If the person in front of him wasn't Gin, he would have wanted to cut him into pieces.

"Yeah." Gin sat on the bed, his mouth corners could no longer be suppressed. After confirming that he was not unable to fight back, he moved himself to a position, lay down next to him, and asked, "Do you need help?"

"Go away." Binga didn't want to talk. He just wanted to be quiet now.

Seeing him getting angry, Gin kept silent, but he did not give up helping him with the follow-up...

After the end, Gin looked at the time and it was already eleven o'clock. He pinched Binga's face and asked seriously, "Where's my birthday present?"

Binga pulled up the quilt, turned around and covered himself, not wanting to pay any attention to Gin.

I wanted to enjoy family happiness, but it ended up being a disaster of hell.

"Where's the gift?" Gin pulled the quilt again. The vest had been given to him, so he should have his own gift. Even if it was just perfunctory, he had to give a gift.

Binga was so annoyed that he sat up suddenly, put on his yukata with murderous intent, got out of bed, took out a wallet from his bag, took out two 10,000 yen bills, paused, looked at Gin, took out another 30,000 yen bill and threw it at Gin.

Gin was stunned when he saw the three bills and stared at Binga in disbelief.

Binga jumped onto the bed, kicked him down, lay down, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

"You..." Gin's chest heaved, he was very angry. What did they think of him as, "You, you..."

"What are you talking about? Can you let me sleep?" Binga opened his eyes suddenly and saw that Gin's face was ashen, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. "You think it's too little? I tell you, you are old and your proficiency is not good. Thirty thousand is not a small amount. Don't be ungrateful."

"What did you say? I'm old?" If Beretta wasn't around, Binga would have two more holes on his body. "If you think I'm old, then confess to me and date me for ten years!"

"Who has been dating you for ten years? I told you that I confessed to you but you rejected me and laughed at my lower eyelashes," Binga glanced at him with contempt, "I confessed to you because you were young and good-looking. Now it's been ten years and you still think you're eighteen!"

Gin's pupils contracted, his head was buzzing with anger, he could not hear any sound, a fishy and sweet taste rushed out of his throat, and he fainted.

I was so angry that I fainted.

Binga stretched his neck to look at Gin who was lying on the ground. He got off the bed, squatted in front of Gin, and patted his face. "Gin? Gin? I'm really angry."

"If I had known this would make him mad, I would have just given him a tip the first time."

But he was still very moral. He dragged Gin by one of his ankles to the sofa, picked him up and put him on the sofa, and covered him with a blanket.

Then he took his laptop downstairs and continued working on the system software he had been doing in his previous life.

[System 2: The space box is ready, host, this person is actually not bad. Although he is a little older, his physical fitness is not bad. There is not much difference between lying flat and turning over.]

"Where is it? Let me see?" Binga's mind was full of space boxes. He had never heard of the kind of box that was necessary for murder and robbery and disposing of corpses.

[System 2: It’s in your consciousness! Can’t you see the data of your own body? ]

Binga frowned. How come he could understand each word individually, but not when they were put together?

However, he still checked his body according to the instructions and found that his body was just a ball of data. When he was looking for the box, he found something similar to a space. He tried to find a way to take it out, but he couldn't get it out.

"Can't take it out."

[System 2: Host, you are going too far. This is to let you put things in, not to let you take out the entire space. The key point is the space, the space, not the box! ]

"Oh, an empty box." Binga took the water cup from the table and was about to put it into the empty box. Then, the cup in his hand disappeared and a cup appeared in the space.

He stood up suddenly, and because he used too much force, he didn't even care that the chair fell over.

It's really gone.

Now he began to doubt the authenticity of his schizophrenia.

Could it be that it wasn't really a split, but something had invaded his body?

And his body, which was like data, seemed to be the same as the data that he had edited and entered into the improved system of Itakura Taku.

This time he was no longer calm.

Started pacing back and forth in the living room.

In this case, it is very likely that he is really dead, but the system he developed allows his consciousness to be preserved.

This also makes sense, why Gin is also alive, no, reborn.

And others didn't.

Gin's shamelessness might also be caused by something missing when he entered the data.

Is it still possible to survive?

In the real world, both himself and Gin must have turned to ashes.

No, I can’t have a conflict with Gin now. I have to tell him about this important discovery and let him work together to find a solution. I can’t just be his slave.

Binga closed the computer and carried Gin back to the bedroom, where he saw Gin sitting on the sofa with his elbows supporting his knees, looking gloomy and motionless, with cold air coming out of his body.

He put the computer on the table and sat next to Gin. When it comes to big things, one must be able to bend and stretch.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, she took his arm and said awkwardly, "Do you want another birthday present?"

"Humph!"

Gin just took a look, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, exhaled a puff of smoke, and ignored Binga. He was very angry now and wanted to strangle Binga to death, but considering that Binga still had a gift for him, he reluctantly did not send him to see God.

"Forget it." Binga snorted, let go of his arm, stood up and walked to the bed, lay down, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

"Where's the gift?" Gin was so angry at his attitude, but he could do nothing about it. It was not unacceptable for his boyfriend to have a little temper. He had been willful since he was a child and was bad to the core.

Binga opened his eyes, patted the bed, and moved out like he was calling a dog.

Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, put out the cigarette in his hand, and slowly walked to the bed, thinking that it was very thoughtful of him to give him as a gift.

Forgive him for being naughty just now.

(Irregular movements of performance art omitted)

Binga pushed Gin away, put his arms around his neck, stared at Gin, and said nothing.

"You rejected me." Gin was very unhappy about being pushed away. This was a resistance to him. "Didn't you just say you would give me a gift?"

"Well, a piece of information that only the two of us know."

Binga pushed him aside, rested his head on his arm, and no longer had the provocation and teasing he had just shown, instead appearing to be in work mode.

"Hmm?" Gin didn't continue with the next action, but waited for him to continue.

Binga was so exhausted when he saw him dying, but he resisted the urge to hit him and said, "We're both dead!"

"Hmm, huh???" Gin paused and suddenly became serious. He put his palm on Binga's forehead, wanting to know if he had a fever.

What do you mean they are all dead? Aren’t they all alive?