I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Hmm, so...

Why does the plot seem to be stuck here?

Nanling followed Maori Kogoro and the others for a while, and suddenly realized—

Something is wrong.

Didn't Conan put the tracking sticker on Miyano Akemi, why didn't he see him to chase?

Ah... not because of the few words I told him before. As a result, he is now full of love, so he has no intention to investigate or something...

Nan Ling rubbed his head, feeling a little puzzled.

Unfortunately, he was roughly right.

Conan was indeed influenced by Nan Ling's words, but his professionalism as a detective remained for the time being.

However, under the influence of the topic of love, he really didn't think of tracking and pasting for a while.

Nan Ling waited for a while, but still saw no movement from Conan.

"Speaking of which..." he said inadvertently, "If only there was a secret weapon that could track others, I would be able to find Miss Yami directly."

"That's right." Mao Lilan looked worried.

"What secret weapon," Conan whispered subconsciously, "You're saying such childish things again... ah! That's right!"

His brain circuit, which had been dragged by Nan Ling before, was finally pulled back by Nan Ling.

Thanks, Nan Ling.

Conan thought to himself.

Ah, sure enough, it was the right decision to call Nanling up.

"Conan?" Mao Lilan gave him a strange look.

"Ah..." Conan suddenly realized the strange behavior that he had just yelled out, and looked at the Maori father and daughter who cast doubtful eyes and pretended to be dumbfounded, "Ahahahaha, it's okay..."

"Really, you little brat." Kogoro Mori gave him an unhappy look, "Just be obedient to me at this time."

"Yeah Conan." Mao Lilan also said, "Now we have to work hard to find Miss Yami, Conan has to be obedient."

"Ah... ah ah." Conan scratched his head pretending to be innocent, and his face changed immediately when he turned his head.

He looked at the Maori father and daughter who were thinking about clues, and quietly fell behind them.

OK, let it go for now. In this way, you can follow the light spot of the tracker displayed on the glasses to find Miss Masami——

——“Hey!” Conan, who suddenly found himself in the air, threw a few times helplessly in the air.

"What are you going for?" Nan Ling easily pulled Conan's collar up with one hand, and asked in a long voice, "It's very dangerous to act alone, maybe you will be caught by traffickers. go."

Speaking of this...why is Conan, as a schoolboy running around, doing such a good job, and has not been taken away by the traffickers?

Is it because those who dared to do it were taken away by the **** of death first?

"Let go of me, Brother Nan!" Conan, like a bamboo rat who was pulled up by the back of his neck, kicked around with his short legs, "I'm going to find Miss Yami!"

"Aren't we looking for it?" Maurilan looked at Conan and asked, "Conan don't do it alone."

"Why don't we do it this way." Nan Ling, who knew exactly what Conan wanted to do, suggested harmlessly, "I'll take Conan to relax. This kid is just too worried."

"Is that so, Conan?" Mao Lilan blinked, "Then please, Ling Jun."

"...So?" Nan Ling waited until the figures of Maurilan and Kogoro Mauri had almost disappeared, put Conan on the ground, and squatted down to look at him, "Where do you want to find Miss Yami?"

"..." Conan, who had been held by the collar for a long time, let out a grunt of grievance before speaking.

It looks like a cat...

"Ah, I'm so sorry just now." Even though the human cubs are cute, Nan Ling's apology is still insincere, "So what is the destination?"

"You don't need to follow me." Conan really didn't know how to explain the tracker to Nanling.

"I said, can you respect the fact that you are in the first grade of elementary school? You will really be kidnapped." Nan Ling poked Conan's face with a little baby fat, and his tone was persuasive, "Conan can trust me. , no matter what the secret is, I won't have any curiosity."

"Hmm..." Conan frowned.

Why does this sound more and more wrong?

It sounded a bit like suggesting to him that 'I already know you're not a first grader' thing.

Or is he thinking too much? If you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem to be a problem.

After getting smaller, I became more troubled...

However, Nan Ling should have doubts about himself, that's for sure.

After all, the word 'secret' was emphasized, so he probably sensed something was wrong with him.

So the question is-

——Nan Ling, can you be trusted?

Nan Ling maintained a kind smile, feeling that his face was about to freeze.

Conan, have you made your decision yet? Hurry up, I'm going to lose my face if I go on like this.

Conan took a deep breath.

"...Four kilometers northwest." He finally made up his mind.

Although Nan Ling can be strange sometimes, he has helped him many times. His kindness to himself cannot be faked.

And he seems to be very patient with himself...

Therefore, if you don't pierce this layer of window paper, you can choose to believe it for the time being.

"Ah, that's probably the direction of Shinjuku?" Nan Ling tapped his chin with his finger.

"Hurry up." Conan didn't want to waste any more time.

The light spot displayed in the lens is constantly moving, and the power is at risk. It must be rushed to it!

"Look at what you mean, are you going to just run over like this?" Nan Ling was helpless.

Four kilometers, big brother, you little short legs run four kilometers? Have you thought about how long it will take? Won't you be exhausted?

It's not like he ran over in the original book... Then he really overestimated Conan's IQ*.

"Uh..." Conan stepped out with a pause, "Then let's take the tram?"

"This is like a smart little detective~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Nan Ling rubbed Conan's head casually, and his tone was so excited that he looked more childish than Conan, "Then let's go! "

Conan pulled Nan Ling's hand off his head with black lines all over his head.

This man...why would he think he could trust him? Of course he's not normal most of the time.

Or is it because of this that you can believe it?

...

"Brother Pachinko?" Nan Ling's face was full of teasing, "I can't believe that you are gambling at a young age."

He smacking his lips as he spoke.

"It's because Miss Yami is here." Conan said bravely, "And it's not a gamble... It's legal after all."

"Okay, okay, if you don't think it's okay." Nan Ling didn't have the heart to debate this with him, so he shrugged, "Let's go, go in and look for it."