I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"...Wait a minute." Conan looked suspicious of life, "So that Miss Umehara is also here for the 'Dark Night Duke'?"

Nan Ling was silent for a while, and looked at the time with a somewhat inexhaustible expression, "Well...if you only realized this problem ten minutes after we finished talking - then yes."

"Congratulations, you finally got the answer." Nan Ling added another sentence at the end, mocking him as he wanted to.

"No..." Conan wanted to defend a few words, but felt it was unnecessary, so he changed the subject and put his hands behind his head, "I thought you would finally have a peach blossom."

"Women will only affect the speed at which I draw the knife." Nan Ling said solemnly.

"Uh..." Conan choked, he really didn't know how to respond to this sentence, "Okay. Just be happy."

He was silent for another second, but couldn't help but ask, "Did you know her purpose the first time you saw her?"

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why Nan Ling sighed at that time.

"How come." Nan Ling's attitude was perfunctory, "It's just a coincidence."

Conan looked at him suspiciously, and the doubts in his heart only increased.

Nan Ling always seemed to know a lot of secrets - not only this time, but also the last time he met Todd, who was a middle schooler. He just saw an inconspicuous sign and immediately confirmed the identity of the murderer. . This can not help but Conan does not doubt.

It's just that Nan Ling has always acted very normal, and Conan couldn't confirm Nan Ling's identity for a while.

——In short, he could not be as simple as a medical consultant at Rice Flower Central Hospital.

Conan secretly glanced at Nan Ling.

Although he was very curious, Nan Ling wouldn't be a bad person - he was still somewhat confident about this matter for the time being. In addition, he is still his friend, and just because of this, Conan can't investigate Nan Ling without any psychological burden.

"If you keep peeking at me like this, I'll think you have a crush on me." Nan Ling said suddenly.

"You're really narcissistic." Conan's half-moon eyes were speechless.

But in this way, I can only slowly discover the details in the process of getting along with him. However, one day he will see his secret clearly.

...Conan-kun, who doesn't know how to respect other people's privacy at all, thinks so.

Even so, his quest to get to the bottom of this time is really related to upholding the law - after all, the underground black doctors are always on the edge of the law.

Especially... well, mainly, when it comes to making money.

"Benefit 5 million yen." Nan Ling took off the blood-stained medical gloves, reached out his hand towards the silver spoon with a blank face, and wrote two words all over his body - 'give money'.

It's like if you don't give Qian Nanling, he will eat himself in one bite.

Silver Spoon murmured and put a box on the table reluctantly, "Looking at you, it seems that I will default. I never owe you money once."

Seven really cares about everything.

"Don't tell me you didn't think so." Nan Ling quickly put away the box to prevent the silver spoon from taking it away.

Silver Spoon's face drooped immediately, and he defended in a low voice, "How dare I... er, just think about it."

Nan Ling's expression changed, and he held back his complaining soul, "What is the conflict this time?"

Speaking of which, he turned his head and glanced at the few people lying on the hospital bed, and added, "All of them with gunshot wounds... It has added a lot of workload to me."

For his job, although gunshot wounds are not uncommon, they are definitely not common anywhere - after all, a lot of movement can easily attract attention. What Nan Ling usually deals with is the damage caused by cold weapons.

"Don't mention it." Silver Spoon's face was not very good-looking, "Recently, a group of people who don't understand the rules came here and bumped into business with me. I just wanted to have a good chat with them, mainly to tell them the rules here. . . . you know I don't like getting into hands with other people."

"In the end, they did it directly?" Nan Ling raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "Have you found out who it is?"

"How can it be so fast." Silver Spoon waved his hand and accidentally touched the wound on his arm. He couldn't help gasping for air before continuing, "I just met them today."

Nan Ling shrugged, "What business? Is it convenient to talk about it?"

Silver Spoon was about to open his mouth when he suddenly stopped as if thinking of something, "...Why are you so curious today?"

Seven... He doesn't seem like someone who would ask such a question.

Nan Ling sighed leisurely, "No way, I've been very busy recently."

After returning from Izu, he has been free for more than a week.

During the period, apart from listening to Unigu's repeated reports to him that 'the research is not progressing' day after day, there is no business on Qi's side.

It seems that the recent underground world is a rare peace.

To be honest, if the silver spoon never came, Nan Ling would consider going directly to Conan to play the case.

It's really that the age of the late 20th century was so boring—and this result was caused by the fact that there weren't enough dramas to watch.

Otherwise, because of Nan Ling's lazy and cancerous attributes, he could easily stay at home for a month with a bunch of fan dramas and enough snacks.

When Yin Jian heard this, he couldn't help but give him a blank look, "You are living in happiness and don't know happiness, right?"

As an intelligence agent, my daily work is very busy.

...but this is also the reason why he took a bunch of extra jobs~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to make money.

"But since you're so idle, why don't you..." Silver Spoon's expression brightened, "Come with me to find them?"

Nan Ling seemed to have heard, 'We unite! (vibration)' sound.

"What are you talking about." Nan Ling was speechless, "I don't want to get involved in your chaotic fight for no reason."

Silver Key quickly defended, "This won't affect your neutral attitude. They are outsiders after all, and they broke the rules first."

Outsiders...?

Nan Ling touched his chin with a thoughtful expression.

If that's the case, isn't it impossible?

Seeing his relaxed expression, Silver Spoon couldn't help but get even more excited, "Go, go, go, you won't lose anything anyway, right?"

Nan Ling stared at him, then slowly turned to look at the few people who were still lying on the hospital bed.

"……you sure?"

"Last time, we didn't know the attitude of the other side." Yin Jian raised his chin, "This time there will be no accident. Even if you don't take action, you can just watch the play, you can rest assured."

"So positive?" Nan Ling tilted his head, and in his pure black eyes—yes, he was wearing beauty contact lenses again—a hint of doubt flashed, "I'm starting to doubt your intentions."

Silver Key is always useless, and Nan Ling finds it hard to believe that his move to bring himself in is just a whim.