I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Yuika Ishikawa, Todd, so there are two suspects.

Nan Ling leaned leisurely on a booth in a secluded place, very recklessly allowing Conan to walk through a group of adults by himself.

According to the routine, there will probably be a third suspect at this time... Ah, he came as he spoke.

…

Tetsu Ito rubbed his eyebrows and let out a heavy and tired sigh.

He looked about fifty years old, and the wrinkles on his face made him look even older, and the stubble on his chin was not shaved and still had a faint cyan. If Nan Ling came to describe it in a less polite way, he would say that this person is probably a common social animal who is about to retire and accomplish nothing.

The word 'mourning' was revealed everywhere on his body, and he didn't know what the stimulus was.

"Okay, I admit that I have followed him." He reluctantly said to the policeman who was nervously recording, his voice sounded hoarse because of his long-term addiction to smoking, "To tell you the truth, I even have a motive for committing the crime. But this is true It wasn't my hand."

"Let's talk about your motives first." The Mumu Police Department has seen too many prisoners trying to exonerate themselves, and his voice revealed the coldness of the law, "The time the deceased came to this store was very regular, and you Having followed him, we reasonably suspect that you are suspicious."

"Okay..." Ito Tetsu took a deep breath, "It's very simple, my son disappeared two months ago, after my investigation... Oh, I'm a private investigator."

He smiled kindly and tried to show that he would never know the law and break the law, "After my investigation, I found that Hiramatsu seems to be involved in this matter."

"Have you called the police after your son disappeared?" The Mumu police department asked while instructing a small police officer to assemble the file.

"Of course I called the police." Ito gave a wry smile, "But because of professional reasons, I'm very sensitive to this kind of thing. I think my son's disappearance is mostly a matter of misfortune."

"That's why you follow the dead?"

"To be precise, that's called gathering evidence," Ito Tetsu said. "But I didn't kill him. I haven't confirmed my son's condition."

The Mumu Police Department pondered for a while, and asked a very sharp question, "But you suspect that your son is dead, don't you?"

Ito Tetsu was stunned, "I don't deny this, but suspicion is just suspicion."

Conan heard this and stopped listening.

He walked dignifiedly among the seats of different sizes, completely ignoring the surrounding environment. His sapphire blue pupils shone with a rational light that should not have appeared at this age.

"Huh? Do you have an idea?" Nan Ling's voice suddenly brought him back to his senses.

He looked up and saw that Nan Ling was sitting on the arm of a chair. No matter where he sat or his posture, he was very casual, very Nan Ling's style.

"I saw you walking towards me and came over to me, what new discoveries?"

Just as Conan was about to tell his inferences so far, he seemed to suddenly remember something, his face darkened, "Aren't you not interested in this kind of thing?"

"I'm not interested in solving cases myself, but that doesn't mean I'm not interested in watching others solve cases." Nan Ling said with a smile, "It's like playing games by yourself is different from watching others play games."

"Why do I think you're lazy." Conan spit out.

"If I'm really lazy, I'll find a place to pretend to be an ostrich." Nan Ling said briskly, "At least I'm standing here now, instead of hiding and watching the show, that explains a point."

"What does it mean?" Conan subconsciously followed Nan Ling's rhythm and ran again.

"I'll ask you a question first." Nan Ling suddenly said something completely unrelated.

Conan almost got used to the logic of Nan Ling's jumping back and forth. Hearing that, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Ask me what?"

"If you were alone, would you talk to yourself to help you reason?" Nan Ling asked this question and smiled wickedly, "Don't be shy, many people get used to it when they are alone. Yu was talking to himself...though others looked at them like they were looking at a lunatic."

Conan froze, "...you don't have to be so circumspect if you want to say I'm insane. Well, sometimes I do."

"Well, are you talking to the wall then?" Nan Ling looked at him relaxedly, and casually gave an example, "Or to the bedpost?"

"...Well, I don't pick the occasion, I should." Conan said a little uncertainly.

"I'll take it as if you were talking to the air." Nan Ling said after thinking for a while, "Then I'm an upgraded version of your air now, and I'm still the one that randomly provides reasoning ideas. VIP treatment, you're so good."

Conan was stunned, "Huh?"

"Don't thank me yet." Nan Ling said slowly, "I don't have such patience for someone else."

"...I said, Brother Nan." Conan remembered to call him brother this time.

"uh-huh?"

"I appreciate you helping me reason," Conan looked at him a little tangled.

Although Nan Ling said that he was unwilling to help with reasoning, what he meant was that he could provide him with ideas.

"—However, if you want to help me, you can say it directly, you are so good...Aojiao—ahhhhhhhh!"

Nan Ling slapped Conan's head with a slap in the face, with a bright smile and a threatening tone, "Ah? I just didn't understand what you said, can you say it again?"

"Hmm!" Conan struggled for a while, and said very eagerly, "...Ah, I didn't say anything!"

Nan Ling withdrew his hand with a smile.

Although his desire to watch the play up close seems to be misunderstood by Conan... but this is not the reason why he can say that he is arrogant.

…

"There are three suspects. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Conan's expression has returned to seriousness, "Ishikawa Yuika's motive for the crime is her sister, I infer that there is a high probability that something bad happened, it is very likely It's about the dead."

"But she couldn't have used the force to unscrew the screw, and today is not May 4th.*" Nan Ling's thoughts drifted away, "Oh, maybe it's the Araho hole - I don't know if this spell can do that. Use—or she is the female version of Magneto, and the worldview can’t be so dead.”

Conan paused, ignoring the miscellaneous strange comments that came out of Nan Ling's mouth, "The second suspect is Yi Dongzhe, he suspects that his son's disappearance is related to the deceased, and has been following the deceased before. He knows the deceased's itinerary, and it is possible to come over in advance to manipulate the chandelier."

"The third suspect is the waiter here, Todd." Conan hesitated when he said this, "I'll put him last because... Although he was the last person to touch the chandelier, it's strange that He did not know the deceased and had no motive at all."

"Oh!" Nan Ling stood up directly, "So special? Then I'll just declare him a prisoner."

Conan sighed in pain, covering his face with his hands.