I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"So? Rats?" Nanling brought the topic back, "Why did you suddenly talk about me before? Can you calm down a little bit about your intelligence dealer's occupational disease? If it goes on like this, I'll have to ask you to collect money."

"Ah, the group of mice." Silver Key pretended that he didn't hear the second half of Nan Ling's words, "The group of mice has ended in this matter, do you know?"

"Will they be interested in IDT?" Nan Ling's first reaction was disbelief, "And one is engaged in intelligence, the other is engaged in arms... These majors don't quite match."

"Do you think this is looking for a job after graduating from college?" Silver Spoon complained, "How do I know what the mice are thinking, after a series of events..."

"Don't use Spring and Autumn brushwork."

"Anyway." Silver Spoon didn't seem to hear Nan Ling's protest, and said in a rather heavy tone, "I was unfortunately implicated."

"Don't tell me you got into this because of IDT." Nan Ling frowned.

"That's just an opportunity." Silver Spoon said lazily, "But if I have to say it, it can be regarded as an indirect relationship. I'll just tell the result directly."

He thought about it and decided to say something simple and direct, "I was screwed by the people at the cyan origin."

Nan Ling was silent for a while.

"...I think you might as well provoke the rats."

Silver Spoon wondered, "Why?"

"Because Cyan Origin never made a contract with me." Nan Ling said sadly, "and they will definitely not recognize the rat group's contract, so..."

Silver Spoon has already stood up from the chair, "I feel like I don't want to hear what you're saying behind you at all."

"...So if they want to trouble you, they will most likely choose to do it with me!" Nan Ling wanted to flip the table now.

Desk: hp-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1

Cyan origin, one head iron, middle two, and nerve tissue.

The most famous place is not to deal with the rats.

Especially not dealing with that kind, they even did it in "hell".

More than once.

And it's usually a matter of cyan origin - I said, they're really tough.

Although the group of people who did it in the end have disappeared... but that's not the point.

The point is, the cyan origin is not much smaller than the mouse colony at all.

If the rat group is the top boss in the arms industry, the blue origin is the leader in the killer world.

They take all orders—all murder orders.

The most difficult thing is that most of the members are unknown and their identities are mysterious. They are the most hated investigation objects by major intelligence organizations.

"I think you're very powerful now." Nan Ling's expression was indescribable, "You can still live after being stared at by the cyan origin..."

"Because they didn't intend to kill me at all." Silver Spoon shrugged lightly, "They just wanted to teach me a lesson."

Nan Ling's indifferent face: "I advise you not to only have ac numbers in your heart."

Silver Spoon: ?

"Okay." Although he didn't understand what Qi was talking about, Silver Spoon could understand what he meant. "Don't worry, I know the rules and won't involve you."

"Forget it this time." Nan Ling rubbed his brows, "Hey... I've come here."

This reason is really a hundred attempts, even if you use it against yourself.

...maybe the effect has gotten better?

He sighed.

"Get out of here when your injury is almost healed."

…

"Jingle bell -"

Nan Ling sat up from the bed with a sleepy face.

Who is so uncivilized to call him early in the morning?

"Hey..." He reached for the phone and fell back on the bed, trying to escape from reality by wrapping himself in the quilt, "Who..."

"Brother Nan?" Conan called him uncertainly from there, "That... It's already eleven o'clock at noon, haven't you woken up yet?"

"Ah? People should sleep for at least 24 hours a day." Nan Ling's words were completely out of his mind.

He might have thought so in the first place.

Conan was silent for a while and decided to skip the topic, "What's wrong with your voice, are you sick?"

As soon as the call was connected, he noticed that Nan Ling's voice was different from usual, although it was most likely due to the problem of how the phone's voice was converted.

Or is it just because he just woke up?

After all, what kind of person goes to bed before eleven o'clock every night, but doesn't wake up until eleven in the morning!

This routine...are you a sloth?

"Ah that." Nan Ling coughed twice, and changed his voice slightly to make it closer to the voice of 'Nan Ling', "It's because I haven't woken up yet. What are you looking for?"

"Have you seen Miss Hirota Masami again after that day?" Conan remembered that he was still on business by calling.

"Who?" Nan Ling's still drowsy brain couldn't remember who this person was, but he felt a little familiar.

Conan said hurriedly, "It's the girl who is looking for her father. You just came over that day."

"Oh it's her." Nan Ling asked knowingly, "What's wrong with her?"

"After finding her father before, she couldn't get through on the phone. Sister Xiaolan is very worried."

"Then why are you asking me?" Nan Ling's tone was full of confusion, "I didn't even know you found her father."

Well, didn't know it from Conan.

On the night that Hirota Jiansan was found, Nan Ling went to confirm the death of the other party.

"Uh..." Conan was at a loss for words.

He couldn't say that he felt that Nan Ling's intuition was very strong, so it might be a good choice to use it to find someone?

Could it be that Nanling is a hunting dog?

"Cough, you were there that day anyway." Conan became more and more proficient at lying, "and Sister Xiaolan said she had a bad feeling."

"So?" Nan Ling really felt inexplicable now.

Does this have anything to do with you?

"Would you like to go and have a look together?" Conan thought of Nan Ling's hobby of watching dramas, and tried to convince the other party from this aspect, "Maybe... uh... it will be very interesting?"

"I said your tone of voice sounds like you don't even believe it yourself." Nan Ling complained, but then changed to a mean tone, "But if you say 'Brother Nan, I beg you'... I don't think so. It's not impossible to go."

Conan's face darkened.

"Brother Nan, I beg you." He said in a very straightforward tone, "Are you satisfied?"

"Oh, Mo De's soul can't be satisfactory." Nan Ling's tone was pleasant, "When you ask others, you have to show your belly. You don't even know this, right?"

What is this all about...?

Conan tried his best to use the logic that he was about to be led astray to think about the connection between "please others" and "exposing belly", and then...

He just gave up.

This person's brain circuit is really beyond the understanding of a normal person like himself.

Conan rubbed his brows heavily, and deeply realized how naive Nan Ling could be, but when he spoke again, his tone became a little cute, "Brother Nan... I beg you."

Nanling: Happy.

Persecuting others is very happy, and persecuting Conan is even happier.

"Oh, it's still very perfunctory..." Nan Ling dragged his voice out in a wicked way, "But this time, let's do it for now. Send me the address, and we'll see you later."

"…See you later."

Conan hung up the phone with a complicated expression, and began to reflect on whether he was right or wrong in calling Nan Ling over.