I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Oops." After using anesthesia to deal with a person again, Nan Ling walked lightly into a hidden alley.

The group of FBI really failed to form a circle, but they had been close enough before. This caused Nan Ling to break through all the way, but it took a little effort.

But the group of people still couldn't stop him, at most they added a few wounds to his body.

When Akai Shuichi caught up, Nan Ling's figure had completely disappeared in the alley.

"This is where he appeared last?" Akai Shuichi looked down at the few bloodstains dripping on the ground, "Where is the other end of the alley?"

"Our people have been waiting over there, but no one came out." A detective looked serious. "According to the map, this alley has no fork in the road. The person who organized it should be hiding in a certain house."

"But we don't have a warrant to search." After all, this is not the home of the FBI.

Akai Shuichi sighed, "Let's go here today, mark this place, and arrange for some people to watch on the surrounding streets."

"Mr. Akai!" The detective who was in charge of the search trotted over and handed Akai Shuichi a folded note with scribbled handwriting on it that read 'Rye personally opened', "This is a telephone pole at the entrance of the alley. found on."

Akai Hidey raised his eyebrows and took the piece of paper, but after taking a look at it, he closed it again immediately.

"Mr. Akai?" the agent on the side asked cautiously, "Is that the information left to us by the members of the organization?"

"No." Contrary to the agent's expectations, Akai Shuichi shook his head, his expression became colder imperceptibly, and his dark green eyes were as deep as abyss, "That was written for me."

Only one sentence was written on it.

——'Don't be too impatient, I'll send you to see Miss Miyano next time we meet. ’

...

Nan Ling swore that what he said was literal.

As for how Akai Shuichi understands, what does that have to do with him?

Even if he understood this sentence as a threat, Nan Ling didn't care at all, he didn't mean it anyway.

...not on purpose!

After entering the alley, Nan Ling turned a corner and walked through the back door into a villa next to the alley. The organization's safe houses are spread all over Japan. Although it won't be open to everyone, Nan Ling's level in the organization is enough for him to know the locations of 99% of the safe houses.

And here is one of the back roads he laid out for tonight, but he didn't expect it to actually be used.

Sure enough, be careful, maybe at some point, Shuuichi Akai or Toru Amuro or Conan will jump out of a corner to cause him trouble.

Nan Ling sighed and walked in along the dark and dull corridor. The scarlet blood dripped on the ground along the tips of his fingers and the corners of his clothes, leaving a dark red mark on the smooth floor. But seemed to have no idea.

"...Ah, you've already arrived." Nan Ling stopped and listened to the shallow breathing sound from another place besides him, "Why don't you turn on the lights?"

"Conspicuous." DK's voice came muffled from the corner.

"That's right." Nan Ling nodded and withdrew his hand that was going to turn on the light, "Akai Shuuichi should still be staring here... No, why didn't you say that?"

DK paused, "...do I have to say it?"

"The sense of ceremony, the sense of ceremony." Nan Ling urged, "Hurry up, hurry up."

DK was silent for a long time, and a reluctant voice came from the darkness, "...Is the black moon howling?"

"Is Lanyue fun?" Nan Ling answered lightly.

...then he couldn't help himself and laughed out loud, and he laughed louder and louder, and if he continued like this, even if he didn't turn on the lights, Akai Shuichi might be able to tell which room he was in just by his voice.

DK wisely kept silent, seemingly quite used to it.

"Ah, I've always wanted to play with this meme." Nan Ling wiped away the tears from laughter and took off his mask, "But this kind of underground connection scene really has to be fun with the secret code."

It's that the stalk content of this secret code may be a little over the limit.

"Since the lights can't be turned on here, let's go to the basement."

Snapped.

The cold white light suddenly came on, and Nan Ling narrowed his eyes uncomfortably.

"Okay." He took out a first aid kit and turned to look at DK, "Let the angel in black treat your wounds."

On the contrary, DK was stunned, staring at Nan Ling's profile in deep thought.

"Why are you looking at me? I have something on my face?" Nan Ling touched his face strangely.

"Yes." DK said succinctly, "Blood."

And as Nan Ling touched his face, the movements became more and more frequent.

"Really?" Nan Ling glanced at his hand and suddenly realized, "It was probably when I wiped my eyes just now, it's fine."

There was blood on the back of his hand, and he must have a similar embarrassment on his face.

However, he was wrong about this point - his current posture is far from being embarrassed.

The surroundings of Nan Ling's left eye were dyed red with blood, and the dim red due to oxidation covered half of his face, and the large blood stains lined those sharp gray eyes, making him look like a ghost.

It is the kind of image that can scare most children to tears when they are put into a fairy tale.

... Of course, if it were put into a movie, it would probably be the kind of image that would make the audience Stockholm.

After all, who doesn't like a good-looking villain?

"Speaking of this, wait for me for a while." Nan Ling impatiently used his intact hand to slip the other hand away and put it in front of his eyes, "I'll stop the bleeding for myself first. , you don't want me to drip my blood into your wound when I bandage you."

His blood is different from ordinary people. If it drips into it, there will probably be something he doesn't want to see.

DK nodded slightly, his eyes a little worried.

"I'm really fine." Noticing DK's gaze, Nan Ling waved his hand and cut open his sleeve, "Look, it's just a scratch. To be honest, I don't feel any pain at all..."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have noticed the blood on his hands before.

"I'm sorry." DK said, although his tone was flat, but with imperceptible guilt, "This time it was my mistake."

Nan Ling put down the gauze in his hand and looked at DK with a serious face, "Let me tell you something."

Although DK looked puzzled, he still nodded.

"Mortals like us can't care about gods~www.wuxiaspot.com~" Nan Ling said in a persuasive manner, "Akai Shuuichi is a god, and if you run into him, it will only count as bad luck for you. What are you trying to compete with him? "

"but……"

"Okay, okay." Nan Ling waved his hand—the one that was intact—in a leisurely tone, "If you really feel sorry, then I will deduct your salary for three months."

DK was stunned for a moment, and was about to nod his head when Nan Ling's next sentence had arrived.

"Okay, your salary for the next three months is mine." Nan Ling said with a smile, "but I'm too lazy to manage this money, you can take it and help me take care of it, and use it to buy some ingredients. Yes. I'll think about it...I want to eat—"

"—Ah." Nan Ling was startled suddenly, with a malicious smile on his face.

DK shivered subconsciously.

Every time Chat showed this expression, it meant that someone was going to have bad luck.

"I figured it out." Nan Ling's eyes flashed with devilish light, "I thought about how to do Akai Shuichi... But this needs your help, do something... um, make something small."