I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"The time is... tomorrow night." Nan Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, Qin Jiu didn't write the exact date, otherwise Nan Ling would definitely not be able to tell which day it was.

After roughly checking the time and place, he put the phone back in.

"Brother Nan!" Conan's voice sounded at about the same time, "Why did you come here?"

When Nan Ling turned around, he saw Conan walking towards him with some doubts, and Mao Lilan followed him.

He raised his eyebrows.

Ooh, it was a coincidence. Come a minute earlier, he might be able to let the other party see some clues.

"Have the police finished asking questions?" Nan Ling glanced over there and skillfully avoided Conan's question.

The place where they used to be is not close to my side... They came very quickly.

Does Conan also have an intuitive radar for clues related to the Black Organization...

"Dad is still over there." Mao Lilan straightened his hair, looking a little dissatisfied, "But actually, I want to get out of here quickly."

Nan Ling showed a sudden realization.

Maori Kogoro is probably bragging with the Mumu police department again, so Maurilan is so helpless.

"Then what are your plans?" Nan Ling walked back with them, "Ah, do you want to have breakfast together?"

This night, the chickens were flying and dogs were jumping, so that he didn't sleep well and was hungry again. I'm just sorry for not eating good food.

Hearing this, Mao Lilan's eyes lit up, and he touched his shriveled belly, "Okay, I happen to be hungry too. I'll go and call my father."

Conan looked at Nan Ling speechlessly, slightly behind Mao Lilan, and whispered to Nan Ling, "I think you didn't eat too much yesterday."

Although his eating posture is much more elegant than Kogoro Mouri, he doesn't need to eat less at all. That amount of food, Conan thinks, is about three or four meals for a normal person. How can I get hungry so fast...

"Can that be the same?" Nan Ling was very serious. "And if you don't eat breakfast, you will get gallstones. Children, don't learn this bad habit."

Nan Ling: Focus on health, don't cue.

Conanmer.

At this time, this person remembers that he is a child. Are you selectively blind to this setting?

As for Nan Ling's strange attitude, Conan is not without guesses. But he probably didn't know that he was Kudo Shinichi. After all, getting smaller is something that normal people wouldn't even think of. At best, he thought of himself as a gifted precocious child.

That's why I have such a special attitude towards myself, I don't treat him like a child at all. Although I usually escape the logic, I often say some inexplicable words, and I always persecute my hair... But in fact, I respect my own ideas and help me a lot.

So far, no malice can be seen. Can be trusted.

However, his true identity must not be told to him.

Conan sighed a little tiredly.

After meeting the members of the black organization at the scene of Miss Miyano's death last time, I never got any relevant information. This made him vaguely anxious.

When will I be able to recover my identity, and then go back to...

"Hmm..." Conan's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Nan Ling's actions.

He lowered his head and took Nan Ling's hand from his hair with a bad look on his face, "Why?"

Suddenly rubbing his head without saying a word, this is a bad habit.

"Children, don't frown all the time." Nan Ling said with a smile, in a very relaxed tone, "Frowning is an adult's privilege."

As soon as Conan showed that thoughtful expression, Nan Ling could probably guess what he was thinking - nothing more than that it had something to do with the winery. It can't be related to the case that has just been solved, can it?

But now the main story has just begun, Haibara Ai has not yet appeared, and Conan still has a long way to go.

Nan Ling had to work part-time as Conan's psychological counselor... Let him be a little bit happier.

He praised his rare conscience discovery.

"Ah... I'm such a good person." He said shamelessly.

Before Conan could say anything, Mao Lilan spoke first, with a natural tone, "Ling Jun is a very good person."

Nan Ling was slightly stunned.

This is the first time someone has sincerely said that he is a good person.

It even sounds a little ironic.

But he knew that Mao Lilan didn't think much about it, as expected, she then said in a natural tone, "We were able to catch one before because Ling Jun took the initiative to be the bait, of course he is a good person to be able to do this kind of thing. ."

Nan Ling was silent for a while.

Well, is it too late for him to grab Angel with Belmod now?

...This is just a joke, of course, but Nan Ling is clearly aware of the fact that Mao Lilan is a well-deserved little angel.

"So what about you." Angel has already praised him. Coolguy doesn't praise himself?

The family just needs to be neat and tidy.

Nan Ling originally wanted to touch Conan's arm, but because of the height difference, he could only persecute his hair again. When he said this, his face seemed to have the words "please praise me" written all over his face.

Conan was speechless.

"Good man, you are indeed a good man, okay," he said copingly.

Nan Ling raised his eyebrows, "Aojiao is a bad civilization."

You obviously think so, why are you so perfunctory?

"What?" Conan didn't understand.

"It's nothing—it's okay," Nan Ling said briskly.

Conan himself stamped the seal of a good person on himself, and this wave is not a loss.

Then, when he thought that he would be very dedicated to adding new blood to the winery tomorrow night, he wanted to laugh again.

Is this the joy of having a vest? What an old dramatic irony.

Conan lowered his head, trying to hide his expression.

Just now, Nan Ling probably saw that he was not in a good mood~www.wuxiaspot.com~ That's why it suddenly...

He touched his head, looking a little strange.

It's really a special way of comforting.

However, there is no denying that this works.

At least he was comforted.

So, although it may not seem normal... but Nan Ling is really a very gentle person.

……

Nan Yasasi Ling was watching the play with a very happy expression on the roof of a building.

Of course, it wasn't a drama that could match the word 'tenderness'—a murder drama, no matter how you look at it, it can't be called tenderness.

At the time Jinjiu notified him, Nan Ling came to the newcomer's induction test site as scheduled.

According to the rules, examiners and members will not meet. Nan Ling will secretly observe the other party's task process, and then organize his own judgments into a report and submit it to Jinjiu...or directly to the gentleman. In any case, the appointment of all code-named members must be confirmed by him.

It's just...

Nan Ling held the binoculars, and his expression was half interested and half confused.

Why does this person's behavior look a little familiar...

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