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

Binga saw Gin's expression and knew what he was thinking. He must have thought that his brain was malfunctioning, so he immediately explained, "Do you remember how we died?"

"You rushed into the explosion area to save me and were killed together with me." Gin still remembered that Binga could have ignored him, but he still went to save him. He made the right bet, because Binga liked him.

But he is thin-skinned, he refuses to admit it, and he keeps changing his mind.

This bad habit needs to be corrected.

If he can't change, all I can do is break his legs.

"Yes, before that, I developed a system related to immortality. I edited our information into that system. Later, we died and are now reborn. I suspect that it is that system that has preserved our consciousness."

"Have you noticed any difference between your body now and before?"

Binga gave a brief explanation and wanted to know if Gin also had some system or something, otherwise how could he pretend to be a little puppy and get close to him? It must be a task issued by the system.

He previously suspected he had schizophrenia, but now he is sure that it is not his mental problem.

The problem may lie in the system you developed.

"no the same?"

Gin felt that there was nothing different about his body, he was at his peak, and... no, he hadn't exercised for a long time, but he was still at his peak, there was no impact at all, which meant that his body remained at the same value without any change.

So whether you exercise on your own or not, there won’t be any change.

"Yes, my private life is more comfortable."

"I'm talking to you about serious matters," Binga punched Gin, not knowing what he had missed when entering his data, why it turned out like this, "Don't talk about other things."

"Well, you said that we are all data now, not truly alive, right?"

Gin held the fist that had hit him just now, feeling the smooth texture of his skin. He couldn't help but sigh that Binga's skin was really good, better than that of Vermouth who makes a living by her face.

"Yes, our bodies may have turned to ashes."

After Binga finished speaking, he looked at Gin, hoping that he could give some useful plans so that the two of them could think of how to survive. However, Gin didn't say a word for a long time.

He kicked Gin's calf and said impatiently: "Hey, give me some reaction!"

"Got it." Gin said, pulling Binga to rest, "Let me think about this. It's getting late, let's rest first."

(...Break briefly...)

The next day, Binga woke up because his arm was numb from being pressed down. He saw Gin resting his head on his arm. He wanted to push him away, so he rubbed his numb arm and looked at Gin who was still sleeping soundly. He looked quiet and peaceful, and quite pleasing to the eye.

In fact, Gin is very likable even when he doesn't speak, he just opens his mouth.

If it wasn't still useful, I really wanted to cut off his tongue and let him be a quiet beauty.

I changed into my home clothes, rubbed my waist, and went downstairs to make myself breakfast.

I walked into the kitchen, feeling exhausted all over. The mess on the table had not been cleaned up yet. I poured the leftovers on the plate into the kitchen trash and threw the plate into the dishwasher.

He tore off the tablecloth and threw it into the washing machine, then took two napkins and wiped the table.

I found mutton, carrots and yam in the refrigerator and prepared to make myself some mutton soup to warm my body.

Thinking that it can be done alone or with two people, I took out a medium-sized casserole and placed it on the stove. I put in butter, onion, ginger and peppercorns, then put in the marinated mutton and stir-fry until it is crispy. Then I added hot water, potatoes and yam, covered it with a lid and started cooking.

I took advantage of this time to fry the leftover rice into spicy seafood fried rice, put it in two bowls, and placed them on the dining table.

Go back to the kitchen, open the lid of the casserole, put a handful of vermicelli in, add salt, white pepper, green onions and coriander after it softens, and bring it to the restaurant.

He took two more bowls and filled them up. At this time, Gin also came down from upstairs and walked to the dining room to sit on a stool. Looking at the overly rich breakfast, he said, "Thank you for your hard work. I'll get up and make it next time."

"You wash the dishes, and then ask a part-time worker to clean the house. I'll go buy a pot." Binga ate the fried rice bite by bite. It was quite delicious. This was the iron plate fried rice that Jiang Xiaobai mentioned, and it was quite delicious.

I'll go out and buy an iron plate so I don't need an iron pan anymore. It's very convenient.

"I'll go with you." Gin was in a very good mood today. After eating, he felt light and relaxed both physically and mentally.

I took a sip of the soup and it tasted good.

Take another bite of the rice, it tastes great.

"I reviewed my body's memory yesterday. Itakura Taku is dead, and the project is not completed. You can complete the project and submit it to the organization. Then you can upgrade your authority, and it will be easier for you to enter and exit the laboratory."

Gin said as he ate, in fact, it's just like Binga said, if they were a bunch of data now, their bodies would have turned to ashes long ago, and the fire that spread after the explosion would not be small.

Even if the firefighters arrived in time, they would be burned to death.

"Besides, it's still unknown whether we can survive, so don't have too much hope." Gin still reminded Binga to prevent him from losing his mind and starting to cause trouble.

His ability to cause destruction is still quite troublesome.

"Well, do you have a system?" Binga asked. He suspected that his two systems might be related to Gin.

"What system?" Gin thought he was talking about the system he was researching.

Seeing that he didn't look like he had a system, Binga thought that most likely they both had their systems on him alone. He said calmly, "Since my rebirth, I have had a system. I suspect it was caused by the thing I developed."

"What is that? What's its use?" Gin put down his chopsticks and asked, "Is this the reason why you're insane?"

Binga was choked by him, and you became insane, and your whole family became insane.

"It's to let me complete the task. I have two here. If you don't have them, then I have them all. It should be that the thing I was researching was incomplete, so there was an accident."

Binga didn't care. They were just a lunatic and a poor guy. He could just ignore them and still chat with them when he was bored.

"What mission?" Gin grasped the point.

Binga's body stiffened, he felt a little guilty but not too much, and continued to eat. "One asked me to help Kudo Shinichi kill the organization, and the other asked me to help the organization kill Kudo Shinichi and his men, and kill you by the way."