I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

The phone really didn't get through. Because there is no signal at all here.

"That is to say," Kogoro Mori said solemnly, "We are all trapped here by the murderer."

"Damn! How could this happen!" Mifune looked very angry.

"Now we can only wait for the president's person to pick us up tomorrow morning." Liu Tian's expression was relatively calm, and he said to the old woman next to him, that is, the servant, "Can I trouble you to make some coffee?"

Aunt Mi nodded and went to the kitchen. Seeing this, Mao Lilan also followed.

Taking advantage of this time, Conan asked curiously, "What happened two years ago?"

The expressions of everyone present changed, and Mouri Kogoro looked at Conan reproachfully, "Hey... This is someone else's private matter."

Conan didn't panic at all, "But the second-order uncle said before he died that Miss Lihua's marriage was doomed two years ago."

"So I think it's very likely related to the cause of his death."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to speak for a while.

Mouri Kogoro thought for a while, "It seems that there is indeed a need to talk about this matter."

Those people were silent for a while, but the most mature Liu Tian spoke up, "That's actually a tragedy..."

Nan Ling was too lazy to listen.

It must have been someone who died before, and then by Erjietang, maybe with the help of Miss Lihua. This time the murderer wants revenge for this incident.

The truth was pretty much what he thought. He lost interest even more.

"My daughter Yaeko lost her life to save the young lady. I think this is her wish." Aunt Mi walked in with the coffee, and Mao Lilan followed behind, "The coffee is ready."

"Then we're welcome." Everyone held up a cup of coffee.

Nan Ling glanced at everyone's movements, glanced at the coffee again, and pressed Conan's arm that had brought the coffee to his mouth without a trace.

Conan was taken aback, "What's wrong, brother Nan?"

Nan Ling squatted down and said in a soft tone, "What kind of coffee does a child drink, it affects sleep." He blinked at him.

Because of the location, no one except Conan could see the expression on his face.

Conan is always reassuring at this time. He understood Nan Ling's meaning in seconds, and put the untouched coffee on the table, "That's right."

Nan Ling smiled and used his lips to signal him not to act rashly. He stood up with his coffee in his hand and looked at everyone's expressions one by one.

...Very well, I know the murderer.

Just no evidence.

But looking for evidence has always been out of his control. Isn't that why Conan is still here?

Nan Ling felt at ease when he touched the fish. If it hadn't delayed his sleep, he wouldn't have bothered.

"All in all, we still have to find Miss Lihua first." I don't know if the food at the dinner party has been converted into energy, Mouri Kogoro is very reliable today, "Let's look for each room."

Speaking of which, he took a sip of coffee and then said, "But the murderer is very likely among us, be careful not to be singled out."

"That's right." Ichichi looked at the people around him worriedly.

Nan Ling caught his gaze fixed on the cup of coffee in his hand, and there was a flash of interest in his eyes, "What? Mr. Ichiji seems to be very interested in my coffee? I just haven't had it yet, why don't I give it to you? Bar."

"Ah, no, no." Yizhi quickly defended, "I'm just in a daze."

Nan Ling smiled incredulously, and didn't intend to disappoint the other party. First, he picked up the coffee in his hand and smelled it.

Hmm... Sure enough, the Yotsui family is very rich, and this coffee smells really good.

It's just that there's something in it that ruins the unique aroma.

Nan Ling confirmed it again. It should be some kind of common sleeping pill.

For myself - it is naturally the same as not letting go.

So he took a few sips, trying to ignore the affected coffee aroma.

Conan watched him drink the cup of coffee, and was so anxious that he kept pulling his trouser legs desperately, but unfortunately the movements were not very obvious, so he could only stare at Nan Ling with distressed eyes.

Then his expression froze.

Nan Ling quietly drew on his back... or wrote something. This is……

'Don't worry, I know what to do. ’

Conan breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

Nan Ling thought about how he wanted to act out his state after being given sleeping pills - if he fell asleep silently, it would be no different from anesthesia, so he couldn't be so exaggerated.

If the response is too slow, it is not very obvious. It's not good to startle the murderer.

Well...he decided, or yawn first.

It just so happened that he was really sleepy. Thinking about it, it was almost time for him to rest - it was a biological clock that couldn't stand up to drinking coffee.

So he yawned slowly, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm so sleepy."

A sigh of relief.

He thought that no one would drink the cup of coffee with sleeping pills, but fortunately, his plan was proceeding step by step.

Aunt Mi pointed to the sofa beside her very understandingly, "You must be tired after so many things, or just rest on the sofa over there for a while."

Nan Ling walked over and lay there vainly. Conan immediately looked over with a little doubt and a little worry.

Conan is still a little confused in his mind.

When Nan Ling said that, he knew that the other party was implying that there might be a problem with his cup of coffee, so he was not allowed to drink it.

The problem was that Uncle Maori and Xiao Lan had already drank it, no matter what, he couldn't let them spit it out, and it was just Nan Ling's guess that there was something in the coffee.

So his emotions remained calm - until Nan Ling drank the cup of coffee himself and showed a rather abnormal appearance.

As soon as Nan Ling said he was sleepy, he immediately thought of sleeping pills and noticed the expressions of other people.

Strangely, the others did not behave abnormally, and they all went to the villa together to find someone according to Kogoro Maori's suggestion, all with a lively appearance.

This made him very incomprehensible~www.wuxiahere.com~ Could it be that Nanling said he was sleepy...just because he was really sleepy?

Thinking about his previous style, it doesn't seem impossible.

Conan had to admit that with Nan Ling's salty fish character, it was really possible to do such a thing.

But then, why would he remind himself?

He deliberately ended up at the end, thinking about asking Nanling to understand, but found out——

Conan touched Nan Ling lightly and looked at Nan Ling's unresponsive appearance.

-He's already asleep! so fast? Is there really something wrong with that cup of coffee?

Just when he was stunned, Nan Ling suddenly opened his eyes and winked at him with a smile. He motioned with his lips to follow them.

Conan was gradually speechless.

So you just pretended to fall asleep? This guy...the acting is so good!