I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Machida—that is, the uncle who used a crossbow to look at them before—after seeing Maurilan and Conan feeding red-crowned cranes with all their might, his attitude towards them changed a lot, and even Kogoro Mori was dazzled.

So a few people naturally borrowed to live in Machida's house.

At least today's lodging is settled - still free. Mouri Kogoro is very satisfied. As for the rest of the villa...

"This is my younger brother, Abao. He came here ten days ago." Machida casually introduced, "He is an unknown painter."

"If you don't have a reputation, you don't need to say it..." A Bao smiled bitterly, but he didn't seem to be dissatisfied with his brother's evaluation.

Machida introduced Mouri Kogoro again, and after a few chats for a while, an unexpected person came here.

"dad!"

"Dad! You have to help us!"

Nan Ling remembered the picture of "xx unmarketable, help us" in a second. Made him almost laugh out loud.

Fortunately, he is a professional when it comes to holding back laughter.

"What are you two doing here?" Machida had a stubborn old man's exclusive expression, and even when he was treating his own children, his tone was cold.

Nan Ling looked at the few people present.

Exactly four. Conan's death halo looks like it's going to work again.

"Dad, is it true that you want to donate all your property to the red-crowned crane?" Machida's son asked anxiously.

——Okay, now there is a motive.

"This is a troubled family." Conan thought to the side.

Nan Ling didn't really care about this matter, after all, most of the suspense -- the motive -- had been spoiled for him from the very beginning.

Ah, is this a boring life?

Nan Ling felt that in this life, he would not have any more joys and sorrows.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Nan seems to want to touch the red-crowned crane?" Machida looked at him. "There just happens to be an injured crane here. You can try it. If it is willing to let you touch it."

Nan Ling: Good!

"Children, not naive, you." Conan despised him from the side.

"If you think it's naive, don't do it." Nan Ling countered back, the two of them were already standing next to the red-crowned crane, "You're still arrogant with your hands on others, you're a hooligan, do you know that? ?"

The red-crowned crane also gave a slightly dissatisfied cry.

"Look, even the red-crowned crane looks down on you." Nan Ling touched the red-crowned crane's feather contentedly, feeling that he was cured, "It's so good."

To be able to touch such a protected animal... what luck.

Sure enough, the bird's feel is good.

Nan Ling missed the bird that he had raised in his previous life. It is very easy to raise, and a small one is also very good in the palm of your hand.

... the downside is that there's too much shit. It's like a bomber when it flies. Nan Ling couldn't expect it to hold back, after all, the physiological structure of birds determined that it couldn't hold back.

Nan Ling sighed involuntarily.

"What's wrong?" Conan looked at him strangely.

"When I think that the cranes also want to eat and drink, I feel that my filter has collapsed." Nan Ling looked at the elegant long neck of the red-crowned crane and fell into contemplation.

Conan Banyueyan, "...Aren't you talking nonsense?"

Red-crowned cranes are also living creatures, and of course there will be normal physiological phenomena. He had no idea what was so confusing about it.

"You must be the legendary straight man in science." Nan Ling fired a map cannon arrogantly, "I don't understand romanticism at all."

"...Okay, you're right." Conan didn't want to argue with him about this fallacy-because past facts had proved that he couldn't speak to Nan Ling, "I'm superficial."

...

"Why are you covering the hot spring so tightly?" Conan asked in only shorts, soaking in the steaming hot spring, "And you... do you look a little shorter?"

Nan Ling just stepped into the pool with one leg, and his expression froze when he heard that.

"No. You read it wrong."

Conan looked up and down at him suspiciously, but Nan Ling had already sat down, so he couldn't be sure if Nan Ling's height had changed - what's more, it was so foggy here, "Well, maybe I'm wrong. already."

But Nan Ling wears a lot of clothes. Isn't he too hot?

Nan Ling was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, but since his entire upper body was exposed in the icy and snowy environment outside, he didn't feel that it was too hot.

Wearing this is mainly to cover up the scars on the body...and the tattoos on the shoulders, this is more important.

But I have to say that it is quite interesting to watch the snow while soaking in the hot spring.

Nan Ling picked up a handful of fine snow from the edge of the pool, compacted it very boredly, and then put the small lump of snow in the hot spring water and watched it slowly melt.

...a bit of fun.

Conan was also very bored watching him play with the snow until—

"If you keep pulling like this, you will lose the surrounding snow." He said helplessly.

"What a pity." Nan Ling let go of the snow in his hands in disappointment, with a very regretful expression.

"Sometimes I really wonder if our ages are reversed." Conan felt that Nan Ling's behavior was very naive.

——I was completely unaware of the fact that I was naive watching Nan Ling play such a boring game.

"Isn't it bad to be young?" Nan Ling answered in a casual manner, feeling that the more he soaked, the more sleepy he became.

"It's too young." Conan pointed to his face with a helpless expression.

Mao Lilan laughed aside, "Conan wants to grow up quickly."

"Then you will find that your homework is changing more and more." Nan Ling said maliciously, "It seems that you should not grow up."

Conan choked, lowered his voice and whispered, "I think doing homework for the first grade of elementary school is torture for me."

Mao Lilan reacted suddenly~www.wuxiahere.com~ Speaking of which, I haven't done my homework this weekend. "

Nan Ling can't understand the current time at all - he thought it should be winter vacation now.

...No, maybe it's winter vacation? Just superimposed with the weekend?

"How is it? Mr. Mori, isn't this hot spring good?" Machida Bao, the uncle's younger brother, came over and asked.

"It's great! It's so good, nothing to say." Kogoro Mori, still holding a glass of sake in his hand, said with great satisfaction, "...Eh? Where are you going?"

"I want to draw some red-crowned cranes." Machida Bao raised the blank sketchbook in his hand, but accidentally dropped it.

Nan Ling quickly caught it and returned it.

"Thank you." Machida Bao smiled kindly. "At five o'clock in the afternoon, the lawyer who made a will for my brother will come. I will pick you up at that time. Until then, you can enjoy it slowly."

Mouri Kogoro let out a hearty laugh, "Then I'm welcome."