I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"I'm afraid it has something to do with the transaction I just heard." Conan looked serious.

"Trade..." Nan Ling raised his eyebrows.

What a rich plot...

How busy are Conan's parents? He thought it was all over by tying up a ticket, but he didn't expect that there would be a script that was not performed next.

"I don't have time to explain." Conan immediately spread out the newspaper on the ground and looked at it carefully for a while, "Judging from the cut out words... Rice Blossom... Rice Blossom Hotel!"

"Oh." Nan Ling looked at him with great interest, and dutifully praised him, "Is it the trading location? What about more specific information?"

"I don't know... Let's see where there are other printed words..." Conan walked around the room, his expression clearly anxious.

In stark contrast to this was Nan Ling's laid-back attitude - he just put on a rather curious expression of watching the play, and he didn't mean to take the initiative to help.

Conan originally thought that he was getting used to Nan Ling's light-hearted attitude towards everything, but when he was in a hurry, Nan Ling still did nothing, which still made him a little angry.

"I told you, you should be more careful about this kind of thing!" Conan stopped in front of Nan Ling, who was sitting on the sofa, his expression was very dissatisfied, and his tone was a little more excited than usual, "This has a major relationship. We must quickly find a way to break this deal!”

"Really?" Nan Ling was leaning on the back of the sofa and was about to fall asleep. Hearing this, he lifted his spirits a little and leaned forward with a smile on his face, "But you didn't tell me the cause and effect of this incident... I How can you help?"

Conan is speechless.

I didn't seem to have said this just now... But Nan Ling seems to be referring to something else?

Is it referring to the fact that you have become smaller? There's really no way...that's all.

"I'm sorry." He said a little angrily, and by the way, he relayed to Nan Ling the conversation between the two people he had just overheard.

However, I don't know why.

Conan felt a little bit wrong as he spoke.

Nan Ling's expression just now made him feel very unfamiliar. And that tone...

It wasn't even the usual Nan Ling, but he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

But looking at Nan Ling who is now listening intently to his story, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the look on his face.

Conan rubbed his head in annoyance.

Are you being too sensitive? It's also possible, after all, just experienced this kind of thing.

After listening to Conan's story, Nan Ling stood up and walked around the house a few times in order to prove that he was not fishing... and he really made him discover something.

"Come and see, Conan." Nan Ling stood in front of the calendar thoughtfully, "There seems to be a scratch here."

"Where?" Conan raised his head instantly, ran over, and brought himself a stool to rest his feet on, "Is that so?"

Nan Ling squinted at the bench under Conan's feet, "...you just haven't found this place, it's not because it's too short, right?"

With Conan's height, it's really hard to notice this without looking up.

Conan's face suddenly turned black.

Not very lethal, but highly insulting.

The height after getting smaller is indeed a major pain point for him. He subconsciously retorted, but his tone was not very strong, "That's not it."

"Ah, okay." Nan Ling smiled darkly, "If Conan thinks he is tall enough and satisfied, it's not impossible."

It's hard to find someone who is so much shorter than him. It's a waste if you don't persecute him.

Hearing this, Conan was so angry that he didn't know what to say, and changed the subject bluntly, "The cut on this calendar is the 27th of September, and the date corresponding to August is... 30."

"Thirty at the Rice Blossom Hotel?" Nan Ling touched his chin, and didn't tease Conan again, "Is there any other clues?"

"I don't know, let's look there." Conan searched the room again, but found no clues.

Nan Ling probably understood.

How can a normal person only give the other party such a vague location when deciding on a transaction location—this should be the clue of the reasoning game. If all the answers are given, wouldn’t it be boring?

Kudo's parents are really well-intentioned and pay great attention to the player experience, which can be called a conscience plan.

Much better than the dog planning of some mobile games.

……

Rice Flower Hotel, lobby.

"There is no floor 30, and there is no room 30." Conan had already changed his clothes, wearing blue sportswear and a baseball cap of the same color, as he walked and meditated.

Nan Ling wore a dark red beret, and the clothes on his body were very casual, and could only be described as colorful - except that there was no black, he basically collected all the remaining common colors, like a happy seven fairies mixed male version.

"It's not a storage box either." Nan Ling just confirmed it at the front desk, "The maximum number here is twenty-eight."

"Where would it be?" Conan's blue pupils were no longer anxious, only the quietness of reasoning remained.

"Don't worry." Nan Ling found a place to sit down very leisurely, and crossed his legs casually, "As I said before, the clues will come to your face by themselves."

It's like a dog who can't beg for it and jumps again and again in front of the person he's pursuing.

And almost at the same time as he finished saying these words—

——"Where did you park your car?" A woman's voice floated over.

"Number 42." The man next to her replied.

Conan and Nan Ling heard these two sentences together.

Conan's expression was indescribable, while Nan Ling shrugged as if "I'm right"~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I said, are you very lucky? "Conan asked a little tangled.

He believed in science, and he shouldn't have been so superstitious about luck, but Nan Ling's mouth seemed to have opened up... "That's how you will develop such a casual habit."

He found that Nan Ling was too indifferent to many things, and most of the time his attitude was like 'Leave it alone, he will solve it himself'.

Conan didn't understand why Nan Ling thought so, but it didn't prevent him from making a reasonable inference.

Nan Ling's eyes widened in surprise when he heard this, "Don't make a mistake, I said 'the clues will pop into your face', the point is you, understand?"

He deliberately emphasized the word 'you'.

Just kidding, does Conan think this halo is his own?

Speaking of which, he didn't want to have this kind of death aura. There are dead people around every day, what if I hit a ghost?

After he said this, he thought for a while, and felt that this sentence sounded a bit too inexplicable, so he added another sentence before Conan did not reply, "This is the same as 'detectives are always attracted to cases', which is very interesting. The law of faith."

So Conan's heart that originally wanted to open his mouth to refute made him shut up again.

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