I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

He looked around in a hurry, and finally saw a feather pinned to Machida's clothes, trying to change the subject, "Eh? Is that the feather of a red-crowned crane? I remember that red-crowned cranes don't seem to have brown feathers... Do red-crowned cranes change too? Hairy?"

Hearing this, Machida Bao's face changed dramatically, and Nan Ling said that it was not good at first glance.

Bad, this must have been the wrong topic.

He can't wait to slap himself twice now.

Tell you not to choose a topic. I ask you to change the subject at will. Are you all right now? This is the wrong thing to say!

Nan Ling swore that he had no other intentions, so he quickly adjusted his expression and prepared to leave quickly—don't change the subject, I always felt that the more and more the topic just turned, the worse it was...

Didn't you see Machida Yu's face getting more and more ugly with every word he said?

Nanling really didn't know anything about the situation at the scene - he didn't even listen to Machida Hiroshi's confession. Therefore, the topics he just selected were all he felt had nothing to do with the scene.

Well... the point is 'he thinks'.

In short, Nan Ling had already realized that if he continued talking, it seemed that something he didn't want to see would appear. By that time, as soon as Conan came back, he really couldn't wash himself if he jumped into the Yangtze River - let alone the Yellow River.

So he gave a smile that he thought was very friendly, and turned to leave.

——If he said one more word, he was afraid to irritate Machida Bao.

But his smile just 'felt' friendly. Unfortunately, the same message was not passed on to Machida.

There's a sadly thick barrier between us.jpg.

"...You don't need to say any more." Machida Bao looked at Nan Ling's 'smile of kindly persuading him to surrender himself' and sighed, "I already know what you want to say, thank you for saving me some face. "

Nanling: No, you don't know.

What is he trying to say? He himself didn't know what he wanted to say.

The world would definitely be a better place if there were a little less brains like Yukio Machida and Yuki Hinata.

Nan Ling felt that the muscles on his face were a little stiff, "No... no thanks?"

He has absolutely no idea what he did to 'save him face'.

"I didn't expect that the drawings I drew would make you suspect me. It seems that I really have no talent for drawing." Machida Yu raised his head, his eyes were a little slack, "You are right, I did change that sketchbook. , because I painted those paintings in advance, and I didn't go to the wetlands at all, so I didn't have an alibi. As for the feathers..."

He took the light brown feather in front of him and looked at it, then smiled bitterly, "Probably when I was laying out the mechanism in the chimney, I rubbed against the bird's nest on the roof."

Nan Ling didn't want to know the details of his crime at all.

"Oh." He uttered a single syllable indifferently, "So what?"

"Brother is right, my observation is really not enough. I finally understand." Machida Baochang sighed, "It's you, your observation really surprised me. I thought it was a seamless plan. I thought that you actually found three flaws."

He shook his head, "Thank you for not breaking it in public, I'll turn myself in."

Nan Ling was expressionless.

Finish. .

This time I can't explain it completely.

He stood in the same place in despair, his eyes wandering blankly. Even the police heard about Machida Bao's confession and came to question him, but Nan Ling dismissed him three times perfunctorily with 'en', 'yes', and 'yes'.

The admiration the police officers looked at him only made him feel hopeless - no, it shouldn't, because he was just a salted fish.

Until Conan, who heard the news of Machida's surrender, came to him.

"What else do you want to quibble about?" Conan raised his eyebrows to look at Nan Ling, and asked, "I just walked for 5 minutes, only 5 minutes."

Anyone could hear the sarcasm in his tone.

"You said yes." Nan Ling had completely given up struggling.

"How did you tell him?" Conan asked curiously.

Nan Ling glanced at him and continued to be expressionless, "Secret."

"It's not good to sell off." Conan muttered, and then asked, "Can't you really tell me?"

"Nothing to say." Nan Ling didn't want to recall this incident at all. To be honest, he didn't understand why the other party suddenly turned himself in until Machida Bao explained to him the meaning of the evidence he found.

I told him three things in total, the mistakes in the drawing, changing the sketchbook, and that **** feather - each of which was precisely on the flaws in this case.

Think about it from another perspective, if Nan Ling himself was the murderer, and a stranger suddenly came over and pinpointed the flaws in his crime in a chatty tone, then he...

You may choose to kill this person. Don't think about it.

Continue to reason like this: I must be a normal person, so... people like Machida Yuu who can't think of it are still relatively rare.

There must be a problem with the other party, yes, it must be so, definitely not some strange buff on him.

"Although the method is very strange, as a detective, you must be more powerful than uncle now." Conan looked tangled, "After all, he is unreliable."

"Who do you think is unreliable?" Mouri Kogoro's loud voice came from far and near, Conan was picked up, and Mouri Kogoro's spittle could be sprayed next to his ear, "You kid said behind his back again. Bad words from others!"

Nan Ling cast a helpless look at Conan.

— but he was actually gloating about it.

...

Although Kogoro Mouri seemed to be in good spirits when he taught Conan~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he fell ill unexpectedly the next day.

"Hmm... It's probably because of the cold outside after soaking in the hot spring yesterday." Nan Ling, the only doctor among the group, looked at the thermometer, "37.5, a little low-grade fever. But Mr. Maori is in good health, rest. It should get better soon.”

When Mao Lilan heard the words, he immediately began to teach his father a lesson. And Mouri Kogoro didn't have much energy because of his illness, so he just responded a few times.

After all, Mao Lilan wasn't really angry with his own father. After saying a few words, he began to take care of him with all his heart. Conan still has a little conscience anyway, and he is also helping out.

Nan Ling looked at the busy two, and then looked at the phone.

It just so happened that their original plan was also put on hold today, and I was able to take this opportunity to go out and meet DK.

After finally coming to Hokkaido, Nanling didn't want to miss this opportunity. Maori Kogoro just had a cold, and he didn't need much help.

——The most important thing is that I really haven’t eaten the food made by DK for a long time.

Blame the organization.