I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Sister Xiaolan, do we need to buy anything else?" Conan followed behind Mao Lilan, walking around the supermarket shelves.

"I want to buy some more food and cook a pot of hot soup for Dad." Mao Lilan tapped his chin with his finger, "Is there anything Conan would like to eat?"

"Well... oolong tea?" Conan couldn't think of what he wanted to eat for a while.

But to be honest, he really wanted to eat the lemon pie that Maurilan made by himself. But, if you say it, you will definitely reveal your identity.

Conan sighed silently, unwilling to see Maurilan adding to his grief, and averted his gaze away.

- This move is a problem.

Conan rubbed his eyes and focused his gaze on the two men not far away.

That back looks familiar, is it... Nan Ling? Didn't he say go to a friend's house?

Conan thought of what Nan Ling said when he said goodbye to them before - he really said that he had a friend in Hokkaido, and when he heard that he was coming, he invited him to come and have a look.

Hmm...but maybe it's also shopping with friends?

Conan is a little curious about Nan Ling's friends - after all, Nan Ling has always been alone. I haven't seen any good colleagues with him. And my close friend Conan has only seen one person so far, that is the young man with foreign appearance last time, seems to be... Antoine?

Even if he counts himself as one of his good friends, Nan Ling can be called withdrawn.

Conan couldn't help looking at the man next to Nan Ling.

Then it looked more and more wrong.

...Wait, why does this person look like... Seven... ah?

Although it was not close, Conan could barely see the face of the man in black wearing a mask beside Nan Ling.

? ? ? That's seven, right?

Conan subconsciously opened his short legs and chased after him, and the man seemed to realize Conan's sight and turned his head to look at him.

——!

Conan couldn't help but stop.

That was just... what?

It feels like that person is looking at himself, but it is like looking at a dead person. If he wanted to, Conan had no doubt that he would kill himself in public.

People with that kind of eyes will never care about such 'little things'.

He was even more certain that that person was Seven.

"Conan?" Mao Lilan quickly chased after him and grabbed his arm, "Don't run around."

Conan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Mao Lilan beside him, the courage on his blood when he caught up with him slowly cooled down.

Xiaolan cannot be implicated.

"Did you see anything?" Mao Lilan glanced in the direction Conan had just stared at, but didn't find anyone worth noting.

——Nan Ling and ‘Qi’ have disappeared from their sight.

"...No, no." Conan replied in a low voice, "I read it wrong."

"That's good." Mao Lilan didn't realize that Conan's emotions were not right at all, and was as energetic as ever, "Let's go buy oolong tea?"

Conan took a deep breath and showed an innocent smile that was no different from normal, "Okay!"

Fortunately, the man just glanced at himself. Shouldn't come to trouble himself.

That's right, after all, I'm just a primary school student - this identity is sometimes useful.

but……

Why did Nan Ling and Qi go together?

...

"What were you looking at just now?" Nan Ling threw a box of tofu into the shopping cart and turned to look at DK, who had already withdrawn his gaze.

"Nothing." DK didn't know Conan. Therefore, he felt that the line of sight just now was mostly just because of the curiosity of children and didn't pay much attention to it.

Nanling didn't care about it either.

——I didn't know that before he could use the similarity between Qi and DK to do things, he would already be done by others.

He threw another box of mushrooms into the shopping cart, "I haven't eaten sukiyaki. Is this really delicious?"

In his cognition, sukiyaki = Japanese hot pot, and Japanese hot pot... How can it be as delicious as his hometown?

Cults are all cults.

"Delicious." DK nodded earnestly.

"Okay." Nan Ling chose to trust his craftsmanship very spinelessly, and began to look forward to today's lunch.

The two quickly purchased the ingredients they needed and returned to DK's temporary residence in Hokkaido—in fact, the organization's base.

After all, he was here to perform a mission, and it was impossible to rent a house outside casually, and the organization was not stingy to that extent. As for the task... Nan Ling didn't know either, and he didn't bother to ask.

On the contrary, DK was the first to bring up this topic.

"The organization wants to build a new base here." DK said succinctly, the mist rising from the Sukiyaki made his expression look a little fuzzy, "For research."

"The previous incident really caught the man's attention." Nan Ling said casually, "Gin Jiu must still be doing this now. He doesn't like the kingfisher who was imprisoned in the police."

He now hopes that the public security can compete, not to be smashed by gin and wine one by one in the comics like the FBI. One death and seven make the story directly into the FBI serial killings. The connection code is so simple that even elementary school students can crack it.

The public security had better pray that they can protect the kingfisher, otherwise Nanling will take revenge on Amuro.

And he can probably understand the order that the gentleman gave to DK - the M7 laboratory building is indeed too close to Tokyo as the organization's research base. Hokkaido is very remote and there are few police. Ideal for organizations to shift the focus of their research here.

"Yeah." DK nodded, "but transportation is troublesome."

"No way, there are pros and cons in a place like this." Nan Ling shrugged and stuffed a mouthful of beef into his mouth, "Anyway... um, this is delicious."

After a few mouthfuls of food, he said, "The previous investigation into M7's traitors was fruitless. If it wasn't for Rum and Gin, it would be impossible for me to betray them. I would suspect that this matter has something to do with them both."

He said here, suddenly paused.

DK stared at Nan Ling for a few seconds~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The other party's expression suddenly became a little weird. He immediately understood what Nan Ling was suspecting.

But he wisely did not speak.

"...Forget it." Nan Ling didn't want to bring up this topic in the organization's base—it was already a violation of the rules that DK told him about his mission, but he thought the gentleman probably wouldn't care—but if he He made his suspicions clear...

Something must have happened that he didn't want to see.

So Nan Ling happily diverted his attention and started cooking seriously.

"By the way, when can you go back to Tokyo?"

"After opening the transport line."

"It's probably still early." Nan Ling estimated the time, "Okay, come on. I'll support you mentally."

DK was silent for a moment.

"……And one more thing."