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

Gin felt that Binga left in too much of a hurry and something was wrong, so he followed him immediately. As a result, he saw Binga standing in the cloakroom, which was empty except for a few clothes.

In his memory, Binga's cloakroom was full of expensive custom-made clothes, jewelry and gold. Now they were all gone, and for a moment he felt a little sympathetic for him.

"Your house was robbed."

Binga turned his head stiffly and saw Gin standing at the door, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. His gloating expression was too obvious, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching. He wondered how much Gin hoped that his house would be robbed.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"It's okay. I saw you running so fast, so I came to take a look." Gin's face showed a look of watching the fun, and he couldn't hide it at all, and he also felt a little bit of pleasure from revenge.

When dealing with a person like Binga, I feel happy just by letting him die. I am not happy at all. I feel good only when I see him unhappy.

Binga just felt that his body's perception of the surroundings had weakened. Seeing Gin, he didn't want to argue with him, so he took out his cell phone and called Rum.

I called several times but couldn't get through.

Then he came to Gin, took the cell phone out of his pocket and called Rum.

Rum, who was applying medicine to himself at home, had a cotton ball in his mouth. When he saw it was Gin calling, he pressed the answer button and turned on the voice changer.

"Rum, you *****, how dare you block me, *****, is Hondou Eisuke dead?"

"Binga? Why is it you?" Rum was surprised. Are Gin and Binga so related?

"Answer my question, is he dead?" Binga asked anxiously.

"Well, it's been solved. Any questions?"

Rum chewed the cotton ball in his mouth and started making an appointment for dental implants on the computer.

Beep!

There was a sound of the phone being hung up from the other end.

"This brat is getting more and more outrageous."

On the other side, Gin had been pressed on the table by Binga, leaving him no room for choice and attacking forcefully.

"Hey, get out of here, you..." Gin pushed Binga with all his strength, and during the pushing he found...he had an unspeakable feeling.

"Stop talking nonsense. If I don't take advantage, I will suffer a loss. I haven't even settled the score with you for trying to blow me up. You can pay me back with something else."

Binga didn't care whether Gin was willing or not. Even if he touched Gin now, he didn't feel anything. He was so anxious that he just wanted to attack him. He didn't care whether it was a comic world or not. He just wanted to tax Gin.

[System: Host, it's time for you to wake up. ]

[Binga: If I leave, what will happen here? Will I die?]

[System: No, this is a virtual world you created. Your departure does not affect your existence, but rewrites the ending of the comic.]

[Binga: Wait, wait, wait, I haven’t gone in yet...]

......

Suddenly!

Intense pain swept through my body, just like when I was blown to death.

Binga opened his eyes. The incandescent light stung his eyes so much that it hurt. He raised his arms to cover his eyes. A strong smell of disinfectant surrounded him. He must be in a hospital.

He turned his head slightly and found Gin lying on the bed next to him. He ignored the pain in his body, rolled over and lay on Gin's bed. Seeing that he couldn't move, he smiled particularly arrogantly, "Gin, continue what you didn't finish just now."

Gin's eyelids moved and he decided to pretend to be dead. There would always be someone to stop his behavior.

"Well... judging from the way he looks, the experiment must have been successful... right?" a researcher in a white coat asked in a low voice.

Hearing the sound, Binga turned around and found a row of dozens of researchers standing not far away, staring at him with strange eyes.

He turned around and found a large screen in front of him, which was playing the scene of what he and Gin were doing.

With the idea that if I wasn't embarrassed, then others would be embarrassed, Binga grabbed Gin's hand, slapped himself, then closed his eyes and pretended to faint.

TMD!

It's still a bit embarrassing.

Karasuma Renya: ...You can't use it on yourself yet, let's experiment on a few more people!

Many researchers: ...Are you sure this thing has no effect on the brain if it achieves immortality?

They lay in the laboratory for another half a month, and the images of them in another world were seen by these researchers for half a month.

Except for the parts deliberately hidden by the system, everything else that should be seen can be seen.

Especially since half of A Gin fell down.

Binga felt that he had never experienced such a socially deadly scene since he was a child.

Gin was not much better than him. He woke up earlier than Binga. In order to prevent himself from dying, he waited until Binga woke up before opening his eyes.

His blood was constantly drawn for experiments, but he managed to get through it all by relying on his willpower.

The scene of him trying to scam Binga and crying was seen by everyone.

Although it was finally concluded that Binga had a problem with the code input, after all, he did it while staring at his own face.

Being watched by so many people, it's really too social.

He felt that there was something wrong with the way Vodka looked at him.

"Brother, I'm here to pick you up."

Vodka has already cleaned the safe house for Gin and Binga, and bought some food so that they can go back and celebrate in the evening. It is too dangerous now, as they almost lost their eldest brother.

He hadn't eaten or slept well in the past few months, and apart from completing his tasks, he just asked about his elder brother's condition.

Fortunately, I had a good relationship with the laboratory before.

"Yeah." Gin changed out of his laboratory clothes. His back was covered with hideous scars, which were caused when he protected Binga under him.

But he didn't care. It was normal to get injured while doing missions. It was normal and he would be fine after a period of rest.

Binga changed into his own clothes. Because he was injured, he wore loose pajamas. He didn't even try to avoid it and changed in public.

"Hey, hey, Binga, please watch your appearance. There are a lot of people here."

Vodka reminded, my goodness, Binga, what new disease has he got? There are so many female researchers here, he just took off his clothes like this, he won’t be regarded as a pervert, right?

Binga stepped onto his pants and sneered, "Oh, they've seen what they should see, why are they still avoiding it?"

"Uh...okay!"

Vodka scratched his head and felt that what Binga said made sense. There was no privacy in the laboratory at all. So... he secretly glanced at Gin and muttered to himself, wondering if his elder brother had also been seen.

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding and left the laboratory as if nothing had happened. Sitting in the car, Binga asked, "Did anything happen during this period?"

"No, don't worry. I will take care of the task for you and your brother. Your status will not be affected." Vodka said proudly, not taking the fact that he hadn't slept for ten days seriously.

"Well, you should go back and have a good rest for a month." Gin didn't let Vodka take him back, but asked Vodka to drive home and they drove back by themselves.

"Ah, yes, brother." Vodka still felt a little disappointed.

"You did a great job." Gin glanced at his expression and praised him half-heartedly.