I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Nanling leaned in the shadow of the room, listening to Kuroba Kaito explaining Liu Liang's strategy to Kyogoku.

Under Kyogoku's dubious inspection, he found that the bracelet actually had metal braiding, which means that it is quite strong compared to ordinary rope braided bracelets, and it must be cut with something sharp to break it. just work.

The so-called nonsense of waiting for it to break naturally to prove God's will is self-defeating.

While talking, Kaito Kuroba thought to himself that if they could just walk in and say a few words, then why did they sneak in like thieves just now, risking their lives and killing them by the way? In order to satisfy the desire to make trouble?

He tilted his head and looked at it, only to find that Nan Ling had left the room at some point.

The moonlight like silver sand poured into the corridor of the hospital through the glass. Nanling lowered his head and walked briskly along the corridor—more precisely, he was walking at a pace between jumping and brisk walking , stepping on the shadow of the window frame and walking forward, obviously careful not to step on the reflection of the moon on the ground, just like a game that every child once entertained himself when he was young.

His footsteps were barely noticeable even in the empty hallway. He opened his arms and tiptoed cautiously through the slender shadow, as if he was walking on the single-plank bridge in the middle of Mercury Lake, with the bright moonlight on both sides leading to the invisible abyss.

Just a second before he was about to return to the large shadow that was the 'ground', he stopped suddenly.

"...You're such a disappointment, detective." Nan Ling said without looking back, "I'm going to the finish line soon."

"Nanling." Kudo Shinichi said. He didn't know when he woke up, "We have to talk."

"Oh. It's even more disappointing now. You should have a sense of humor." Nan Ling turned around with a sigh.

The moonlight divided his face into two parts precisely, half of his face was clearly recognizable, with a calm expression; the other half of his face was sunk in dark shadows, and those silver-gray eyes looked at Kudo Shinichi quietly. .

"Okay," he said, "let's talk."

…

It's rare for Singapore to feel cool in the early morning.

Nan Ling rested his arms on the railing of the roof with a lazy expression.

"You specially called me to this kind of place, it seems that you really want to have a good talk with me, detective." He said with a drawn out voice.

"..."

"Aren't you talking? Obviously you want to talk to me." Nan Ling glanced at the silent Kudo Shinichi, "Okay, as compensation for lying to you for so long, I will honestly answer all your questions tonight. Questions, as long as you can accept it—if you want to satisfy your curiosity, it’s only for tonight, and you won’t wait until later.”

Kudo Shinichi stood beside him, with only half an arm's distance between them. Hearing this, he turned to look at Nanling.

"...Is this because you feel you owe me something?" He asked quite sharply.

And it was beyond Nanling's expectation.

"No, you don't owe me." Kudo Shinichi continued, "Although you did lie to me, you helped me more times. Without you, the organization would not have been destroyed so quickly, and maybe I would too Died in the process of tracking down the organization. Without you, Miyano sisters and Mr. Momofu would not be able to survive. Not only do you not owe us, but we owe you."

Nan Ling was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, and said in a relaxed tone, "This is really not like what you can say, detective."

"I've wanted to say these things to you for a long time." Kudo Shinichi hesitated, "Your body..."

"You don't have to worry about that. I wasn't brainwashed, I didn't have any after-effects from the experiment, and I didn't get burned—you should be able to deduce what happened at that time. It was a magic trick." Nan Ling smiled flatly, "But I guess you want to say more than that."

This sentence made Kudo Shinichi swallow all the concern he had planned.

He was silent for a moment, decided to get straight to the point, and said in a firm tone, "Yes. What I want to say is that even if I owe you, even if you are not without pains, even if what you do is not out of your heart — you too should be brought to justice. I will make sure of that."

Nan Ling didn't even look at him, and asked casually, "How do you make sure?"

"After Karasuma Renya's death, the organization was still active in this year." Kudo Shinichi said sincerely, "Since you are not working for the organization out of your heart, but are threatened. Then in this In this case, if you can be a tainted witness, then—”

Nan Ling interrupted him, "You checked my resume."

"That's right."

"But you can only find out the experience that started five years ago, right?" Nan Ling's eyebrows were light, "Do you think that's all there is?"

Kudo Shinichi frowned. Nan Ling's resume did start five years ago, and the previous experience does not exist at all. They guessed that that period of time should be the days when Nan Ling was an experimental subject—the strange thing is that the experimental subjects at the same time as Nan Ling could find records, only the file marked 077 was empty.

Could it be that Nanling deleted his record as a test subject, but didn't delete his criminal record? It doesn't make sense. So maybe it was deleted by the organization.

As you can imagine, it wasn't an easy day. but…

"As I said, your difficulties should not be the reason for your crime."

Nan Ling suddenly seemed a little irritable. Although it was only for a moment, Kudo Shinichi felt that something had changed. Nan Ling before this sentence may be perfunctory and casual, but it is relatively gentle. And from this moment on, he appeared sharper and more aggressive, like a hedgehog that has been poked in the belly.

Strangely, Kudo Shinichi felt that this attitude was closer to reality.

Nanling waved his hand, "I'm not talking about human experiments—do you think everything can be changed without human experiments?—I mean, why do you think I'm 'inherently' a good person? You know the first time I killed someone At that time, what were you thinking?"

Kudo Shinichi was a little uncomfortable about this, and it was the first time that he talked about the feeling of killing with criminals in a simple way. But he just listened quietly.

"I didn't think about anything," Nanling said. "Depriving someone of their life should be a meaningful act, because human existence itself is meaningful—it's not. Killing people is like eating animals. Mencius said "A gentleman is like a beast, seeing its life, can't bear to see its death; hearing its sound, can't bear to eat its meat", but they will still eat meat when they should eat it, as long as they can't see it. Butchers are not the same, they should see it Seeing death should be heard, and the meat is also eaten. Why? In the eyes of a gentleman, animals have their own will, so the loss of life is unbearable. But in the eyes of a butcher, it is just a pile of meat—humans can also It's a pile of meat. When I killed someone for the first time, what was my first feeling?"

He paused briefly, then tilted his head, and said:

"that's all?"

Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.

"It's not the same thing at all—what is human life to you?"

Nanling smiled shortly, with a soft and cold voice, "Humans value the lives of the same kind, and they feel happy when they help each other, and you feel sad when others are sad. What is the reason for all this? Have you ever thought about it? ?”

"Because we have morals."

"Morality," Nanling hummed inexplicably, with a sarcastic arc drawn at the corner of his mouth, "is an illusion created by human beings. Until now we are still arguing about the tram problem, because morality has never been It's not something objective in the first place, it's just the appearance of genes. You and I have empathy, proving that mirror neurons are happily working in each of our brains - it exists because there are no mirror neurons Humans have long been eliminated in the history of human evolution! Groups that help each other have a greater chance of surviving than individuals, so the morality used to maintain the group structure was born. It is just a necessity for the continuation of human groups. Just like humans evolved limbs to move and eyes to see! Don't make it too glorified."

Kudo Shinichi sneered, "You are using philosophical sophistry to evade the problem. Genes don't determine everything about us—you say you have empathy, then you should know that the things you do are wrong."

Nan Ling could hardly restrain his smile, his voice suddenly became high-pitched, "You're right! Do you think I'm born to like to kill, detective? Only the antisocial personality with abnormal brain can enjoy it. The wail of the same kind. Do you think I never have a nightmare after killing someone? God you don't want to know what I go through every night. The question is, how on earth do I know that killing is wrong? Do we In everyone's brain there is a pointer that God puts in, when we do something it bounces back and forth between 'right' and 'wrong'? Jump to 'right' and set off fireworks in your head, jump to 'Wrong' to replace fireworks with bombs? Then this **** is so **** boring!"

At the end of his speech, he looked like a lion locked in a circus, with sharp sarcasm and inexplicable anger in his voice, making it hard to tell whether he was laughing or crying.

Kudo Shin must have looked at him steadily. After a long time, he said, "At least I can hear innocent people crying."

"...that's great." Nan Ling restrained his smile. At this moment, he returned to his usual lazy look. Gentle, harmless, not at all like a dangerous criminal. But at the same time indifferent and alienated, rejecting people thousands of miles away. Like a soft, innocuous rubber mask. Friendly, but not sincere, "I lost my hearing a long time ago."

Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness, "Killing...is nothing to you?"

"If you spent long nights with a pile of corpses when you were in elementary school and learned the technique of breaking them down one by one, it would be difficult for you to regard human beings as something other than meat." Nan Ling said thoughtfully , "But at that time I hadn't really killed anyone. In a sense, the first murder is like the first time you think about the question of 'who am I', which means a lot."

He paused briefly.

"The first person is always special. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Nan Ling whispered, "He is a symbol, a symbol, which means you crossed that line. From then on, you can't do anything to anyone Life produces any respect...I'm sorry to say this to you."

"Wait... What were you thinking at that time?" Kudo Shinichi sensed something weird from Nanling's words. Indeed, he spoke eloquently, logically and weirdly, as if he really didn't care about life, like a total **** who disregarded human life. But there is more to his account than mere indifference. He felt that Nan Ling still cared - at least he cared one day before he killed someone for the first time. Otherwise he wouldn't bring it up repeatedly.

And even now, Nanling's blood has not completely cooled down. When he said those words, he was not convincing Kudo Shinichi, but rather convincing himself. He said that was great, he said he was sorry to have said that. If he really disregarded human life to the extent he said, then what was he excited about just now?

What would Nan Ling dream of when he had a nightmare?

Kudo Shinichi wanted to know.

(end of this chapter)