I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Did I say you have a hole in your brain?" Nan Ling pinched Conan's face with a little baby fat viciously, "What did I just say?"

The place where they were sitting was already within the protection range of the police, and Moro ran away almost as soon as he heard him calling the police over. With his ability, it was not difficult to get out.

Nanling can't go to Moro to settle accounts yet, so he can only discuss with Conan in a 'harmonious and friendly' way.

"...Let me stay where I am." Conan whispered with a guilty conscience.

"It seems that you are not deaf yet, so there is a problem with your comprehension?" Nan Ling said angrily.

"I was wrong……"

"And next time you dare?" Nan Ling raised his eyebrows, "Can you make some snacks?"

"I'll pay attention next time..."

"Oh, I want to have another time." Nan Ling was expressionless.

Conan immediately persuaded, "Uh no, I mean..."

"Oh, it's not a good idea to stay." Nan Ling sighed faintly.

Conan was speechless.

Wait, let's not say whether this sentence is suitable for the current situation, is Nan Ling taking advantage of himself?

"Forget it, forget it." Nan Ling tried to let himself go, "I don't care if you are almost an adult."

Conan Tailang, Nan Ling is really helpless.

I hope I don't run into him if I do something in the future.

Nan Ling: Pray nia.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief.

Nan Ling said so...then he shouldn't be angry.

"Okay." Nan Ling stood up, "Since the prisoners—the prisoners—have all run away, I think it's time for me to go too."

"It seems that the alert has been lifted." Conan looked around.

Nan Ling waved his hand, "See you next time then."

At the same time, Moro has also escaped the police search.

He had already changed his clothes at this time, and the black hunting clothes was well placed in the bag he carried with him.

"Huh..." Moruo got into a familiar alley and let out a few breaths. Only then did he have time to recall the situation just now.

Let's not say anything else, just that voice... It's really refreshing.

This also made him believe that the two probably did not know their purpose. But he couldn't be noticed by the police, and it was not far from the gathering place of the group of policemen. If he was surrounded, he would have only one way out.

If this time he makes a move like last time...

Moro thought about how Gin might react, and couldn't help shivering.

So he made a quick swipe and disappeared, leaving Chat's business behind him.

Now calm down and think about it, Chat may not have really been watching him all the time.

It's probably just a fake intimidation... he thought so.

Then Moro inadvertently raised his head—

——I saw Chat's smiling face appearing on the roof of the building on the side of the alley. It was as terrifying as Sadako suddenly appeared on the TV screen.

"wtf?!" He was so scared that he almost threw the bag in his hand.

"Yo, you're still a foreign god." Nan Ling did not forget Moruo's character at this time, and teased casually, "I thought you were a Japanese god... After all, you were wearing a hunting robe before."

Moro looked down stiffly at the completely different clothes he was wearing, and then at the black hunting clothes that had been replaced in his handbag, his eyes were dull.

What was he thinking just now? Chat is making a fool of himself?

He was wrong, he was really wrong, wasn't he?

He would never underestimate Chat again. Woohoo.

"Why don't you talk, don't you feel surprised when you see me?" Nan Ling said with a slightly aggrieved expression, "I have been following you conscientiously, just so that I can support you if something happens to you. If you meet someone like me Don't you feel moved by this kind of good teammate of the year?"

Moro really didn't dare to move.

Damn... this person is too elusive!

Who knows what he was thinking when he followed behind him! According to his uncertain temperament, it is possible for him to be killed without knowing it!

Your own life is at risk!

Nan Ling jumped down from the roof of the building lightly - the roof is not high, it's just a two-storey villa - and stood in front of Moruo with a playful expression, "Why don't you speak... You speak instead."

There is a feeling that if you don't speak, I will pry your mouth open.

Moro tried his best to calm down, but on the surface he still maintained his composure, "I don't want to talk to mortals."

"Oh...hehe." Nan Ling chuckled lightly, with a casual tone, but the content was terrifying, "Is it because you are so good at pretending that you are sent undercover?"

Moro almost nodded and said, "Yes, how do you understand so well".

Then he reacted in shock.

He felt his blood go cold.

Sure enough, the last time I felt was not an illusion, I was indeed suspected.

But how can such a thing be admitted.

Mora gritted his teeth, "Mortal, is your suspicion too unnecessary?"

"No, no, it's okay." To his surprise, Chat didn't bother too much about this. "Anyway, there are more people in the organization who are fishing, so it's not worse than you."

Well, you have to lead by example first.

Moro didn't know how to answer.

No, Chat can be lazy, but he still has to make money!

I can only be forced to become a migrant worker! Why is he so miserable...

"I'll take care of the next mission report." Nan Ling said briskly, his silver-gray eyes flashing cheerfully, "I came here just to ask, why do you want to go back after the mission is completed."

This directly caused his mental explosion afterward. He just wanted to know why Moro did such a mind-blowing thing.

Nan Ling didn't want to have the stomachache like he did just now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ So he decided to strangle the problem at the source.

Moro couldn't say it directly because I thought you were following me, so I wanted to go back and have a look.

So he raised his chin proudly, "It has nothing to do with you."

"I have no melons in the rain..." Nan Ling muttered a few words, and his expression gradually became a little irritable, "Well, it's fine, but if you do this again next time—"

Benedict.

A faint voice sounded.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Moruo's forehead, and he looked around from the corner of his eye.

Yin Liang's scalpel had been nailed to his ear, and the gale caused by his actions almost made him think that his ear had been cut, and he couldn't even see Nan Ling's action.

"—this knife will stick to your [beep—], and I promise you'll be awake the entire time I take it off, understand?"

Nan Ling smiled harmlessly, and there was a malicious light in his silver-gray eyes.