I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

A moment of silence.

Nan Ling silently turned his eyes away——

—— Kudo Shinichi was wearing a white shirt that didn't fit well, a blue suit jacket was simply put on, and he was barely standing against the door frame, looking a little rushed.

Nan Ling took a look.

... It's a shame that you can find such a set of clothes in such a short period of time. It's still the same color as Conan's clothes.

Thinking of this, he took another look at Mao Lilan.

"Where have you been!" Mao Lilan's eyes were red and tears were about to fall, "I thought you disappeared and you suddenly appeared again, do you know how worried I am about you!"

"Fool, why are you crying." Kudo Shinichi smiled weakly, his voice soft, "Wait for me, Ran."

"Huh?" Mao Lilan wiped her tears and looked suspiciously at the childhood sweetheart who had disappeared for a long time.

……what happened? Xinyi sweating a lot?

"Don't worry, it will be over soon." Kudo Shinichi's voice was low, but his tone was unexpectedly determined.

As the person who knew him the most, Mao Lilan was keenly aware that there was something wrong with his performance, and his face changed.

Kudo Shinichi took a deep breath, as if he didn't want Maurilan to know that he was not in a good state at all, so he walked quickly to the Muki police department and the suspicious Hattori Heiji.

Nan Ling: Thank you for your invitation. I hit it at the scene.

Taking advantage of Kudo Shinichi to the dissatisfied Osaka black chicken... ah no, when Hattori Heiji explained the fallacy in his reasoning, Nan Ling naturally approached Mao Lilan and asked Kudo Shinichi's identity.

After all, he shouldn't have known this person.

If I can meet Kudo Shinichi on the bright side this time... Then I can play CP with Suzuki Sonoko in an open and honest way in the future!

Nan Ling can still remember the regret of the last time he tried to knock but couldn't succeed in the bandage freak incident.

"He's my friend, we grew up together." Mao Lilan whispered a little embarrassedly.

"Childhood friends?" Nan Ling asked with a smile.

"...Ah, that..." Mao Lilan's eyes fluttered around, and he said a little stumblingly, "Forget it, let it be..."

"However, I think he looks a little familiar." Nan Ling intentionally led the topic.

"That's probably because he's a well-known high school detective." Speaking of this, Mao Lilan was both proud and a little helpless, "That person is very pushy, and he has been in the newspaper many times."

"So that's the case." Nan Lingzuo suddenly realized, "So, is that young man over there a high school detective like him?"

"Listen to what he has to say... 'Kudo from Kanto, Hattori from Kansai', etc., he must be a very capable person." Mo Lilan only met Hattori Heiji today, so he didn't know him very well.

"The reasoning showdown between high school detectives... Sounds interesting." Nan Ling said quite politely.

After all, Hattori Heiji was the first person to take off Conan's vest, which was a good show.

While they were chatting, the plot on Kudo Shinichi's side also progressed to the time to identify the culprit. Nan Ling raised a little interest.

Conanli's criminal motives are varied, and Nanling never refuses this kind of surprise that seems to be opening a blind box.

Rather, the main purpose of his coming to the show is to see what other strange motives could be there - what surprises do you have that I don't know about.jpg

"Mrs. Tatsumura, can you show me your key?" Kudo Shinichi asked the identified criminal suspect, "I think the needle used to poison the diplomat was hidden by you before. In the keychain."

The Mumu Police Department silently took the key from Mrs. Dacun's hand without any resistance, and her expression changed, "...This groove is!"

"That should be the groove where the poison needles are placed." Kudo Shinichi has noticed the discomfort again, and endured the discomfort and explained quickly, "After Mrs. Takura brought you in, she pretended to be going to wake up Mr. Takura. , and then secretly stabbed the poisonous needle in the keychain into Mr. Takura's neck. In this way, through the method of killing people in front of our eyes, a psychological secret room was created...cough..."

"Xinyi?" Mao Lilan called him a little worriedly.

"Wait for me a little longer." Kudo Shinichi smiled at Maurilan, walked to the bookshelf and picked up a photo, "I think the motive for the crime should be in this photo."

Hearing these words, Nan Ling's sleeping brain finally regained some energy.

Honestly he's lost interest in the modus operandi, let's see if the motives are interesting enough to make him come here for nothing.

"This is... a picture of Mrs. Da Cun when she was young?" The Mumu Police Department took the frame.

"Ah, it looks like Miss Sachiko!" Mao Lilan, who came over, turned to look at the woman standing obediently, and said suddenly.

Only then did Nan Ling notice the few...passers-by who looked like passers-by.

"This Miss Sachiko is...?" Nan Ling asked curiously, leaning over to the person closest to him.

"It's the girlfriend of Mr. Tatsumura's son." Hattori Heiji glanced strangely at Nan Ling who suddenly came over and was very curious, but he tried his best to explain the stranger's identity clearly. "But Mrs. Datsun doesn't seem to like her very much..."

Nan Ling said with an "oh", "A mother-in-law and daughter-in-law don't get along?"

"I don't think the name has been determined yet." Hattori Heiji shrugged, "Don't even call 'mother'—"

Before he could finish his sentence, they heard Madam Dacun exclaiming emotionally:

"—of course she looks a lot like me! Because she's my daughter!"

...?

Ah? What did you say? pardon?

Nan Ling stared at Mrs. Dacun's grim face, feeling a long-awaited surprise.

He was petrified by Heiji and Hattori at that time.

Nanling: "...What did you just say?"

Hattori Heiji: "They don't have a good relationship...?"

Nan Ling sighed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ So bloody, this **** level has won the essence of Korean dramas.

Is this - my lover will eventually become my sister - drama? No wonder Mrs. Da Cun didn't want them to be together, because she didn't want to see lovers eventually become brothers and sisters!

However, when he was nibbling on the melon with relish to watch the play, he didn't realize that the melon was even sweeter than he imagined——

"Sachiko is the daughter of my ex-husband and I." Mrs. Tatsumura knew that her crime was exposed, and she no longer kept secrets. "Twenty years ago, the diplomat who was framed by my husband, Tatsumura, is the daughter of Yamashiro Kenji. !"

"Good guy..." Nan Ling felt that if there was a piece of melon in his mouth, it must have fallen to the ground miserably, "Is there any grudge?"

"I really didn't expect it." Hattori Heiji was much better than him, probably because the aborigines always accepted the **** things of this world faster.