I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Dad really doesn't know how to control." Mao Lilan sighed helplessly, and looked at Kogoro Mouri, who was dizzy after soaking in the hot spring for too long, "How can you not feel dizzy after soaking in the hot spring and drinking again."

The great detective was paralyzed beside the hot spring, wearing only a pair of shorts, his whole body was reddened by the steaming skin.

Nan Ling looked at the surrounding snow, and felt that Kogoro Mouri would catch a cold tomorrow because of this.

"No... it's not good! It's not good!" Machida Bao ran from the direction of the villa out of breath, with a terrified expression that Nan Ling was very familiar with, "My brother was shot to death with an arrow! "

Maori Kogoro struggled and fluttered for almost a second, with a dazed expression, "What, what?"

"My brother was shot to death with an arrow." Machida Yuu gasped and repeated, "Detective Mori, please go and have a look!"

Nan Ling showed the expression "I knew it was this kind of development".

Conan living in someone else's house is sure to kill people... From this point of view, this kind of behavior is simply revenge.

...

"Surrender?" Nan Ling raised his eyebrows, looking at Machida Hiroshi, the son of the deceased, who was sent back by the Hokkaido police officer, feeling a little curious, "He turned himself in?"

This kind of development is rare. The person who was framed was so unhesitatingly identified that he was the murderer.

——Nan Ling is very sure that this Machida Hiroshi is innocent.

"Although it is true..." Conan pondered, "But, there must be something wrong."

"Then may I ask what's wrong?" Nan Ling continued to follow him fluently.

"There is coal ash around the wound of the deceased for some reason, and there is a piece of wood in the fireplace. The location of the glass fragments in the room is also very strange." Conan repeated the clues he had just discovered, using a faint look of anticipation. Looking at Nan Ling, "Do you have any ideas?"

"The idea is—" Nan Ling's eyes turned to Machida Hiroshi.

"Hiroshi Machida isn't the murderer, right?" Conan gradually learned to answer quickly while getting along with Nanling. "Although I can't agree with your logic, I agree with you. This conclusion is very likely to be true."

Nan Ling glanced at him a little unhappily, "Don't steal my lines."

"So who do you think is the murderer?" Conan asked, "I don't have a clear target for suspicion yet."

"There are only three people in total, and you have already ruled out one." Nan Ling looked around, "Well... I guess it's Machida Bao."

"Your logic...isn't it something like 'the least suspicious person is the murderer'?" Conan's expression was very speechless.

Nan Ling shrugged and didn't bother to argue with him, "Yes."

"...Okay." Conan sighed maturely, "Then please go and talk to him, I'll look for evidence."

Nan Ling suddenly felt something was wrong, "Wait, why am I going to chat with him?"

He has said it many times, he does not have the skills to make prisoners turn themselves in!

"Because... In short, you should help me." Conan used his cute skills, and the effect was outstanding.

Nan Ling pushed Conan away out of sight.

After that, he turned around boredly, and decided to follow Conan's advice and chat with Machida Bao.

There's nothing to do now anyway.

"I'm sorry." He put on a polite smile on his face, "I remember that Mr. Machida went to paint red-crowned cranes before. Could you show me your painting?"

It's just looking at the painting, shouldn't it trigger any keywords that make the murderer turn himself in?

Thinking about the first few times... they all mentioned the other party's motives, or they saw the crime scene directly. This time, he will only talk about this unrelated romance, and he will never poke at the other party's pain point, right?

After all, his brother said that he was not good at painting before, and he didn't see him refuting anything.

Nan Ling thought very well. He felt that by passing this test, he would definitely be able to refute Conan's idea that "Nan Ling can make the murderer turn himself in just by talking".

Perfect.

"Ah... of course." Machida Bao was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Nan Ling to suddenly come to talk to him, but he agreed to his request very readily, "But I'm not good at drawing, please don't mind. "

"Of course not." Nan Ling didn't want to step on the other side's thunder, so he was very friendly, "...You draw really well."

This is not entirely polite. Machida's basic skills are obviously very good, and the demeanor of the red-crowned crane is clearly drawn by him.

...Unfortunately, it only has its shape, not its god.

Maybe that's why the deceased said he couldn't draw well.

Nan Ling took a closer look at the paintings.

And on closer inspection, many of the details in the painting are wrong.

"If I remember correctly, the red-crowned crane's tail feathers don't seem to be black, right?" Nan Ling frowned slightly.

Although their tails do look black when they are standing, those are actually their wings, which cover their original white tails when folded.

Especially in this flying painting, the white tail should be more obvious.

"Besides that, red-crowned cranes shouldn't sleep toward the wind." Nan Ling turned a page and suddenly realized something, "...Sorry, I didn't mean to criticize your painting."

Machida Yu looked at him silently.

"Well, I admit that what you said is right." He finally smiled, "Brother is right, my observation is really poor."

Nan Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there is no intention to surrender. You should have said nothing wrong.

Machida Bao was suddenly silent just now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He thought he had hit the other person's pain point somehow.

"No, no, you paint very well, and I'm just nitpicking." Nan Ling handed the album back, and asked casually, "When I just picked up your album, could it be that I took your picture? The picture book is broken?"

Machida was a little surprised, "No."

"That's good." Nan Ling smiled at him, "I thought I broke it, so you changed the picture album."

Although the two albums look the same, the feel is obviously different. Nan Ling was pretty sure he had already changed one, but he didn't know why.

Machida Bao's face stiffened, and after a while he said stiffly, "I didn't change."

"Isn't there... Well, if you don't, then there's no." Nan Ling saw Machida Bao's face, and probably understood that he had stepped on the details of the case, and quickly changed his words.

Hurry up, is there anything that can make him change the subject now? If this goes on, the murderer will turn himself in!