I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Then Nan Ling just had several meals at DK's house, under the pretense of supervising the production process of the 'spoof rye props'.

But while the food is attractive, the work is still work.

Nan Ling put on the 'Seven' vest and sighed, "I'm so miserable... When will Jin Jiu come back..."

DK was silent.

Chart is indeed clamoring for the gin to come back every day now, as if the man was some kind of angel. But he hadn't forgotten that Chat had shot at the picture of Gin before.

It broke several walls.

"It's the same today?" he asked, his tone calm.

"Ah, yes, please." Nan Ling curled his lips, "Akai Xiuyi gave me some strength. We've been waiting for a few days, and we still haven't seen him come to the door."

In the past few days, he has been in the posture of turning into the No. 2 gin machine. He does tasks from morning to night every day, and has almost no leisure time except for eating and sleeping. His attitude even alarmed the gentleman and sent him an email to condolences, full of surprises inside and out.

...By the way, I heard that Maraschino has been swearing secretly at Chat every day recently. Alas, Nanling doesn't know why.

However, this increase in production capacity is not because of Nan Ling's sudden change of character - he just came out to catch Akai Shuuichi. Although the FBI's intelligence lines in Japan are not as well-informed as silver spoons, they are almost on par with Japanese officials.

Although they do not necessarily have information directly related to the organization in their hands, they must have those suspicious candidates.

In recent days, Nan Ling has also been in contact with the outer periphery. Logically speaking, it is the kind of cannon fodder that is most easily discovered by the other party. Just like today's next mission target - the president of Feida Finance.

A small person of this level shouldn't have bothered Nan Ling to dispatch, but because Nan Ling has taken on a lot of tasks 'diligently' recently, Maraschino has followed his wishes.

After all, he had received an order from the gentleman himself—if Chart wanted any task, give it to him.

...Maraschino can probably guess why.

But he didn't dare to show it in front of Chat, so he could only slump his face when the other party handed in the task, and the dark circles under his eyes were getting worse and worse.

I beg you, when will Chat be able to return to her original state.

Isn't it enough to have Antoine?

...Speaking of Antoine, he has stopped a lot recently.

Maraschino didn't know the reason - but Nan Ling knew, and it was the order he gave that made Antoine have no time to care.

Nearly every mission location, with a radius of 1,500 yards, all locations suitable for sniping were installed by Antoine with remote-controlled bombs and eavesdropping devices.

Since there is no way to deal with Akai Shuuichi, he can only use a stupid way.

Dressing up as Seven was also part of the plan. Nanling didn't want Akai Xiuyi to be vigilant the moment he saw him, so how could it be convenient for him to be a sinner?

...and if the car overturned, he could use this face to run to the silver key to take refuge. It's perfect.

Nan Ling looked at his fake face belonging to Seven in the mirror, "...I suddenly feel that this face is pinched, and it looks a bit like you, DK."

DK looked up silently, nodded silently, and lowered his head silently to continue wiping the sniper rifle in his hand.

"Not only the face, but also the body shape is very similar." Nan Ling nodded to himself, "It's really good, I can pretend to be twins and play tricks in the future."

DK sighed.

Chat is thinking of a way to tease people again, I don't know who is so pitiful this time.

...

It turned out that this time it was Nan Ling himself who was pitiful.

Nan Ling: The clown is actually me.

Here's the thing - Nan Ling went through the window smoothly and skillfully into Boss Feitian's office. Just as his feet touched the ground, he found the other's body on the ground.

...?

Is this the first step to go?

And there are piles of money scattered around - I'm afraid I won't die if I don't count. And this money should be traded to the organization tonight.

That is, for Nan Ling.

ah this, ah this ah this ah this.

He stared at the corpse on the ground... and to his surprise, after about five seconds, there was a knock on the door.

Nan Ling was stunned for a moment.

This... is a bit of a coincidence.

So should he run away now? Or go away now?

The patience of the people outside the door was lost much faster than he thought. Before Nan Ling could hesitate to give a result, a figure crashed in with a loud noise.

Nan Ling took a closer look. Good guy, Mouri Kogoro, Maurilan, and Conan, now we've got it all together.

"Ah!" Mao Lilan screamed while covering his face, and the passerby man next to him—should be the suspect No. 1—also shouted 'President'.

"Don't move!" Maori Kogoro first noticed Nan Ling standing by the window, and rushed up aggressively, "You are the murderer, are you still trying to escape from the window?"

As a judo master, Mouri Kogoro is indeed much more difficult to deal with than the rookie FBI a few days ago.

However, Nan Ling brought him down with three moves.

"Damn!" Seeing that he had never fought before, Mouri Kogoro immediately started calling for help, "Lan!"

The moment he heard the name, Nan Ling let go of his hands in fright, and gave a French military salute by the way - pointing his hands up to start surrendering.

Mao Lilan's fist stopped in front of him - maybe the little girl was too embarrassed to hit someone who had surrendered.

Nan Ling had to shed a cold sweat.

It was so dangling that I almost got slapped in the face by a fist that could shatter concrete piles.

Fortunately, there is no disfigurement... Why does Mao Lilan have to greet her with a face?

"Hmph, you're still acquainted." Mouri Kogoro patted his clothes and stood up from the ground, then coughed a little embarrassedly, "Go ahead and capture it!"

"Have you misunderstood something?" Nan Ling's icy cold voice rang out, and Mao Lilan couldn't help shivering, "Detective Maori, if you are really as magical as the rumors say, you should be able to see it. I'm not a murderer."

He is still holding his hands up, vividly explaining what it means to say the most ruthless words with the most cowardly attitude~www.wuxiahere.com~ Ha? Maori Kogoro raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you the murderer?" We just slammed open the door, this is the secret room. And you were there when we found the dead. How could you not be the murderer? "

"Really?" Nan Ling's voice was shallow, "Then may I ask Maori Detective to accept the commission?"

"Entrust?" Kogoro Mori raised his brows.

"500,000 yen, how about I entrust you to clear my suspicions?" Nan Ling said without blinking.

"5,500,000!" Kogoro Mori opened his eyes wide and his expression became hesitant.

"Aren't you satisfied? That's 1 million." Nan Ling said casually.

"11 million!" Mouri Kogoro's expression had already begun to drift.

——The next second, Mao Lilan grabbed his ears, "Really, Dad! How can you do such a confounding thing for money?"

"But, he might not really be the murderer."