I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Conan quickly retrieved the key evidence, and, as always, gave Mouri Kogoro a shot.

Nan Ling felt miserable for him when he saw it - just after being given sleeping pills, he turned his head and was about to be anesthetized again. With so many things mixed together, is there really no sequelae left?

He only knew that according to science, Kogoro Maori was anesthetized like this every year, it would definitely affect the brain and nerves, and complications such as amnesia would also follow.

...Maybe that's why he never noticed Conan getting smaller? Like he found out this time, and then forgot after a while?

Nan Ling felt that this explanation was very reasonable.

But forget it, Ke Xue is done.

"Ling Jun, thank you so much this time!" Mao Lilan said very excitedly, "If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do."

After Nan Ling said those words that questioned Dr. Bai Jing, everyone present could see that something was wrong. The evidence and reasoning found by Conan turned these suspicions into definite facts.

So after the reasoning of "Sleeping Mori Kogoro", Dr. Shirai was successfully confirmed as the criminal in today's case. Mouri Kogoro's suspicions were also cleared.

Conan was wronged by himself.

Obviously he found the evidence, and he did the reasoning... Why did Xiao Lan only see Nan Ling.

Nan Ling glanced at Dr. Shirai who was being taken away by the police, and said very against his will, "I just can't see anyone putting the blame on a big detective like Mr. Maori."

As soon as he said these words, he admired his flattering skills - Conan was already looking at him with contempt.

So he looked back with a smile, his eyes filled with the words 'amiable and amiable'.

Conan shivered and looked away immediately.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

"Brother Nan, do you want to travel with us to Hokkaido?" Kogoro Mouri had recovered his spirits. Nan Ling sighed at his strong resilience, "I will repay you."

Nan Ling raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Hokkaido?"

"Yeah, this season is just right for an open-air hot spring in Hokkaido." Mouri Kogoro looked longingly, "I'm soaking in hot springs and drinking sake while watching the snow..."

Nan Ling silently glanced outside from the window.

Even though it's night, it's still obvious... It's still autumn, right?

"Tokyo definitely won't snow so early." Mouri Kogoro noticed his gaze, "But Hokkaido should have already entered winter early."

Nan Ling heard that he had given up thinking about time, "Thank you, it's better to be respectful than to obey."

Anyway, you can fish anywhere... It's a good thing to be able to avoid gin in Hokkaido.

But since he mentioned Hokkaido, it made him think of another thing - DK seems to have received a mission from Hokkaido.

It just so happened that he and I hadn't seen each other for nearly a month, so maybe we could meet by the way.

...

"Look at the red-crowned crane..." Nan Ling looked down at the map, "It's pretty, I haven't seen it yet."

This matter was suggested by Mao Lilan, and she also found the place. They are now on their way to that wetland.

"Really, isn't it bad to go to the zoo to see it?" Kogoro Mauri said in pieces.

"But red-crowned cranes can only be seen in Hokkaido." Conan said enthusiastically, "It's a rare opportunity."

Mouri Kogoro snorted unhappily.

But after all, it was where Mao Lilan was going, and he couldn't stop it.

The group quickly drove to the 'Crane Dance Wetland', and there was a small wooden house next to it, just enough for them to stay inside and watch.

"It's so beautiful." Nan Ling's mind was full of "I want to get started with it", "I feel that the feathers must feel very good."

"I thought you would say, 'This red-crowned crane looks delicious'." Conan complained.

Nan Ling shook his head and sighed, "Conan is so cruel."

"Hey! This is obviously what you can say!"

"Don't be naughty, Conan." Mao Lilan also said, "The red-crowned crane is so beautiful, how can you bear to say such a thing?"

Conan was speechless.

Forget it, he doesn't care about them.

"Have you not read it yet?" Mauri Kogoro sat on the bench beside him, his face full of boredom from men who accompany women shopping, "If we don't look for a place to stay, we will probably just shrink in the car. Overnight there."

Just as he said these words, the door of the cabin was also pushed open.

Mouri Kogoro turned his head inadvertently, and his face turned pale with fright.

"Hey! Who allowed you to come here!" The uncle who came in was holding a crossbow and looked at them with a bad expression.

Mouri Kogoro stood up innocently, "No, no... Is this your land?"

"That's right."

"I'm really sorry, we heard that there is a red-crowned crane wetland here, so we came here to see the cranes." Maolilan explained sincerely.

"Aren't you here to steal cranes?" The uncle looked at them suspiciously.

"Do we look like that kind of people?" Mouri Kogoro pointed to himself.

The uncle is very ruthless, "Like."

Nan Ling raised the corner of his lips silently.

"Hey, uncle, why is the glass here all tempered glass?" Conan asked curiously, pointing at the glass.

"Because there are many people who play pranks." Although the uncle was still indifferent, his tone was a little softer, "Do you like red-crowned cranes very much?"

...

Nan Ling propped his chin and watched Conan and Mao Lilan feed the crane.

"Brother Nan, don't you want to come and feed them together?" Conan held a small basket, "Don't you want to touch them?"

"This isn't a dog, just give it a slap." Nan Ling held a chocolate bar in his mouth, and his tone was a little vague, "How can wild animals let me get started like this."

Unless it's dead...but what's the point of touching it?

Nan Ling is not a psychopath~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He has no habit of cruelty to small animals.

"Speaking of this," Nan Ling looked at the group of slender red-crowned cranes, especially their tiny legs, "Can this really carry people?"

After all, in Chinese legends, the red-crowned crane—that is, the crane, has always been the mount of the immortal.

...then what kind of skinny does this immortal have to not crush the red-crowned crane to death?

Nan Ling felt that if this person went up, let alone whether it could fly, the red-crowned crane would fall to the ground and die.

This shows that myths and legends are not credible.

"It's still a matter of scientific superstition."

"What are you talking about..." Conan is almost used to Nan Ling's strange remarks from time to time, "Why do you think like this..."

"This is teaching you dialectical idealism." Nan Ling said righteously.

Conan chose to ignore Nan Ling's words.