I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

When Conan woke up again, he saw Nan Ling next to him looking at him at first sight, his face full of disgust.

Wait a moment? Why do you hate it so much?

The brain that hasn't woken up made him speak in a conditioned reflex when he saw that look, "...Why are you looking at me with that look?"

because you are ugly.

Nanling swallowed this sentence, he felt that there was something more important to keep him from vomiting.

He organized the language.

"You know, I have always accepted Japan, a territory that is not under Newton's control." Nan Ling said calmly with no expression, "so I always thought that holding Newton's old man's coffin board was enough. "

"...Ah?" Conan found the familiar feeling of being stuck in logic.

"I didn't expect to have to hold down Einstein's old man's grave!" Nan Ling shouted unbearably, witnessing an adult shrinking into a child was quite shocking, "The formula E=mc2 is Have you been eaten by a dog? When you shrink, show me respect for the theory of relativity and the law of conservation of mass and energy, this is the same existence as the physics bible!"

"Ah... yes!" Nan Ling's aura was too strong, and Conan subconsciously agreed.

After shouting, the two looked at each other. Nan Ling didn't expect that this little brat would dare to answer, but Conan finally realized what was going on.

Nan Ling: ...

Conan:  …

"Okay, stop staring at me." Nan Ling took a deep breath, "I saw it all."

"You..." Conan asked a word hesitantly.

Nan Ling was silent for a while, and suddenly showed a very kind smile, "As a doctor, I am suddenly very interested in anatomy. Is this little kid interested in devoting his life to the advancement of medicine? Dear, have you considered sacrifice? Does the ego benefit all mankind?"

Conan couldn't help but flinch.

Wait, don't come here ah ah ah ah!

Fortunately, Nan Ling should just be joking, because soon he put away that terrifying smirk, and his tone was a lot more serious, "Tell me about your affairs later, Miss Lan is looking for you, let's talk about it later. We all have to get out of here in a while."

"Ah, okay." Conan was still confused.

Deceiving Maorilan is fairly simple, and it is bound to become more and more proficient over time.

Coupled with the fact that Nan Ling testified to him, the matter became even smoother.

...

Dr. Li's house.

"Okay." Nan Ling sat casually on the sofa, crossed his legs and looked at Conan with a guilty face, "Frankly lenient and resisting strictness."

"I'm Kudo Shinichi." Conan had already figured out the benefits along the way, and said very directly.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? I wasn't blind just now." Nan Ling threw a cushion and hit Conan's smart head with precision, "Tell me something I don't know."

It's a pity that he should know more than Conan...

Sure enough, there was nothing in Conan's words that contradicted his perception.

"So when I picked you up that night, what you said was the truth?" Nan Ling raised his eyebrows, "I thought that the current children's middle and second periods were all ahead of schedule."

"That's not going to advance to the first grade of elementary school..." Conan said secretly.

"It seems to be postponed now, until the second year of high school." Nan Ling sarcastically said mercilessly.

"Hey! I'm not okay!" Conan protested.

After he said this, he suddenly froze for a moment, "...Nan, did you know it before?"

Nan Linghe smiled kindly, with an unfathomable expression and a threatening tone, "Why did you forget to call me Brother Nan, did you hear Conan?"

Conan was silent for a while, and finally succumbed to Nan Ling's obscenity, "...Nan...brother."

"Eh." Nan Ling narrowed his eyes happily, "Say it again, what did I know before?"

"Did you know before that I'm Kudo Shinichi?" Conan's expression was tangled, "That's when my parents came over."

"Oh... so?" To Conan's surprise, Nan Ling actually admitted it, "But I just recognized Yusaku Kudo."

"Huh?" Conan was puzzled, "You know my dad?"

"I know the Duke of Dark Night." Nan Ling corrected his misunderstanding, "I would find you that day because I saw that cos became your father of the Duke of Dark Night."

"You still read this kind of novel." Conan was a little surprised.

"You actually don't read your own father's work." Nan Ling immediately responded with the same words, "And it's well written, why don't you read it?"

"Uh……"

"Oh, the rebellious period, I understand." Nan Ling's expression of 'you don't need to say that I understand it all', "Escape from everything about the family is sometimes an expression."

"Uh..." Conan was silent.

Past experience told him that there must be no good results in the debate with Nan Ling - most likely, it will be biased by his strange logic - so he directly refused to answer.

"Anyway, I thought you were some kind of relative of Kudo Yusaku at first." Nan Ling shrugged, lying without changing his face, "I didn't expect you to be his son."

"So that's the case." The doubts that had been lingering in Conan's heart for a long time had also disappeared at this time, "Then..."

He thought of what his father once said - Nan Ling can help him.

"Huh?" Nan Ling waited for his next words.

"I'm getting smaller because of... an organization." Conan made up his mind and prepared to reveal some information to Nan Ling.

After all, everyone has seen the process of becoming smaller, and it is not so easy to fool the past.

"...That's right." Nan Ling wanted to laugh while listening to Conan retell the information he knew all about~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and some of the inferences were wrong, "so you prepare a Man against this organization?"

It's not that he said...he really envies the aura of this protagonist!

If he could **** it from Conan, he would definitely go and **** it. After robbing it, he would go over and shoot the old capitalist, Gin, in the head.

Nan Ling thought indignantly, his heart was full of the anger of the oppressed proletariat.

Conan nodded, then shook his head again, then shook his head again, with a somewhat uncertain expression on his face.

"Are you an Indian?" Nan Ling covered his face with a pillow, "Speak human words."

"Umm..." Conan took the things off his face with difficulty, "I don't want to involve anyone else, but you already know about this..."

"So you're hesitating? About me?" Nan Ling suddenly smiled, leaning forward, and his expression became a little incomprehensible.

"You... when did you have the illusion that I have nothing to do with this matter?"