I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Go with them." Nan Ling said silently.

Although Conan still has doubts, after some incidents with Nanling, he has established a certain degree of trust in Nanling's ability and judgment, and he didn't say much after hearing the words. left together.

For a while, only Nan Ling, who pretended to be sleeping on the sofa, and Aunt Mi, who stayed to take care of Nan Ling, were left in the room.

Although it was said to be pretending to be asleep, under the conscientious work of Nan Ling's biological clock, he quickly started to fake it.

Even if he knew that the murderer drugged him with bad intentions, something must happen next, but Nan Ling didn't think much about it at all.

No way, good skill. Just so confident. He can fall asleep when he is on assignment in the winery. He is just a murderer, and he doesn't care about it.

On the other hand, Conan is not as dashing as Nan Ling.

Everyone is divided into two groups, a group of people looking for the second floor, Conan, Maurilan, Maori Kogoro and Ichi are in charge of the first floor.

only……

"I said, we should have searched the whole first floor now." Yizhi behaved quite normally, and didn't feel like a murderer at all.

Mouri Kogoro folded his arms in a contemplative manner, and said as he walked, "It seems that she is indeed in the woods outside."

Conan is thinking about another problem.

He didn't feel any abnormality at all, but Nanling reminded him to be vigilant. But Nan Ling's behavior can be said to be very strange.

First of all, why did he drink the coffee since he had guessed that there was something in the coffee?

Moreover, looking at Nan Ling's performance, there is no abnormality. His sleepiness is completely fake, so is there any medicine in the coffee?

Also, does what he said to Ichichi really mean anything...

Conan rubbed his head irritably.

Ahhh, Nan Ling is really incomprehensible!

Before he could come up with a result, he was interrupted by a sudden accident.

"Power outage!" Several people stopped in the darkness, Yizhi's voice panicked, "Could it be that something happened upstairs?"

"Where is the main switch?" Kogoro Mori asked calmly.

"It's across from the kitchen." After Yizhi replied, several people hurried in that direction.

"Hmm!" Conan fell backwards and fell to the ground, not knowing what he hit.

There was also a nervous questioning voice from the opposite side, "Who is it!"

Snapped--

Someone turned on the flashlight, and the pale beam illuminated this short corridor.

"Who turned off the light?" There was another group on the opposite side—Mifune and others who were supposed to be searching on the second floor—did not know why they went downstairs.

"There won't be anyone, we just found it." Yizhi said in a low voice.

"It's the murderer." Mouri Kogoro smiled confidently, "Because we have to search this place carefully now, only the prisoners who feel that there is nowhere to escape will want to find an opportunity to escape."

He reached out and pointed to the window next to him, with a firm tone, "He broke the window."

At this time, the remaining people noticed the half-open window that was shattered next to them, and they all made sounds of surprise.

"Damn!" Mifune, the most straight-minded, jumped out of the window first, looking like he was going to catch the murderer.

Seeing this, Yizhi also followed.

"Wait!" Maori Kogoro shouted that the two had already run away at night, so he could only hurriedly say to the rest, "Hurry up and stop them! It's easy to get lost so late!"

Several people responded, and regardless of the rain outside, they all chased the two who went out first and ran to the vicinity of the forest.

"Really." Mouri Kogoro looked around. Although his tone was a little uncomfortable, he was more worried, "Where did they all go?"

Conan didn't have time to think about Nanling anymore. Now it seems that the safety of those two is more important.

Suddenly there was a whimpering voice behind him. It was obvious that the owner of the voice was quite old, "Why did you all run out? This forest will get lost at night, it's very dangerous!"

The two turned their heads in surprise, "Aunt Mi, why are you here?"

Aunt Mi wiped the sweat on her head, but her breath hadn't stabilized yet, "I see that you all ran out in a hurry, thinking if something happened, so you ran out."

Conan was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted——

——Wait a minute, if Aunt Mi has come out...

So isn't Nanling staying in the villa alone now?

...

Nan Ling has been sleeping soundly.

The quality of his sleep...to be honest, not very good. There are a lot of messy dreams, which are full of intrigue, mutual calculations, haunted house spy battles, and sometimes even encounter things like battle royale. The worst time is to dream of a bunch of outer gods—— At that time, he felt that his san value would be gone in an instant.

Nan Ling's usual dreams can be summed up to produce 800 movies... Of course, they are all terrifying and suspenseful.

In short, a little movement can wake up. That's why he slept a lot - quality doesn't make up for quantity. But he is always like this, and he is used to it.

I don't know if it was because of taking some sleeping pills today, but he slept soundly at first.

until the lights suddenly dimmed.

He woke up immediately, but worried that there was still one person in the room, he continued to fall asleep.

As a result, after a while, the other person also left.

Nan Ling took advantage of the situation to sit up and began to be bored in a daze.

To be honest, he doesn't feel anything else right now, he just feels a little supportive.

Nan Ling touched his belly, thinking how else would he be active?

So after a very intense psychological struggle, he successfully persuaded himself - to stand up from the sofa.

Ah... how much perseverance it takes just to get out of bed. Nan Ling sighed.

Although it was just a sofa, for him, all he could sleep on was a bed.

...but Nanling and Antoine seem to sleep on him a lot when they go out on missions together... So, with that being said, Antoine can also be a bed?

Weird definition methods were added!

Although it was said to be active, Nan Ling didn't move much after standing up, just walked around the house twice.

It's like brushing your steps... This is also exercise, isn't it? Nan Ling so comforted himself.

He hadn't walked a few laps here, and when he reached the door, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. So he stood at the door, facing the door motionless.

The room was pitch-dark, and I could barely see my face through the bleak moonlight~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But under this kind of light, it looked very scary, like a ghost running out of some horror movie.

Nan Ling was still wearing dark clothes today, and at first glance from a distance, he would have thought that his head was floating in the air alone... Well, it was more like a horror movie.

When Yizhi came over from the corridor, he happened to see Nan Ling's expressionless and bloodless face, stomping on a dark background, or more accurately, floating.

One is covered.

The impact of this scene was so great that he couldn't react for a while, and he didn't even recognize who this person was.

He looked at the man—the male ghost—turned his head slowly, looked in his direction, and a terrifying smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, how stiff he looked, as if his face was sewn up.

He was about to cry with fright, but his legs seemed to be pinned to the ground and he couldn't move at all.

Then the male ghost spoke up, and his voice was pretty good, but it sounded a little sarcastic:

"I ask you... are you moved?"