I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Who are you?"

Nan Ling gently opened the door and walked into the villa where the kingfisher was closed. He wanted to enter without attracting attention, but he didn't expect to hear the kingfisher's voice as soon as he opened the door.

And it's very close.

"...Can you dodge?" Nan Ling lowered his head to look at Kingfisher sitting at the door - if he didn't move away, he wouldn't be able to enter the house at all - his tone was a little speechless, "Why are you sitting at the door? ?"

"Of course I don't want others to go in." Kingfisher looked up at him and moved back reluctantly, "You're not a police officer, right?"

"Why are you so sure?" Nan Ling asked curiously.

"There is no smell like you in the police." Kingfisher's tone became a little sly, "My nose is very smart."

Nan Ling sat on the sofa and looked at him, but now he is a little interested in this person, "What smells on me?"

Is it medical alcohol? Or the smell of blood?

"It's hard to describe, and you don't understand it." Kingfisher shook his head and smacked his lips again, "It's not sweet anyway. The police are all sweet, and they're very greasy."

"Isn't it sweet?" The answer was too out of character, Nan Ling almost laughed out loud, "What does the police look like?"

"Mostly sugar." Kingfisher recalled, "taffy, toffee, mints. Some cakes and cream. The guy who interrogated me last time was a vanilla mousse, and I don't have any at all. Love vanilla."

In the end, his tone became very angry.

Nan Ling found that he was beginning to feel confused.

He originally thought Kingfisher was just talking, but he didn't expect... If it was made up, it would be too specific.

But he soon thought of another possibility.

"You have synesthesia?"

Synesthesia, also known as synesthesia, is a rare disorder. The main manifestation is that the various perceptions of the patient are linked together. For example, when you eat, you will hear music and smell the fragrance of flowers.

"Yeah." Kingfisher looked at him again and moved his nose, "You...you're so special, I've never felt this smell before. Let me think about it."

"We don't have much time." Although he was urging, Nan Ling's tone was still lazy, "You better hurry up."

He was still curious about what he tasted like.

Just don't smell smoke.

"I know you came in stealthily." Kingfisher waved his hand impatiently, staring at Nan Ling motionless, "The smell of herbs...sweet, bitter, and strong with a strange smell...what's the matter?"

Nan Ling felt that he might know what the kingfisher was talking about.

—Isn’t that the taste of Chateau?

After all, it was his code name. Nan Ling drank it just once out of curiosity.

...and only drank it once.

"You taste like wine," Kingfisher concluded at last, "but not so much like wine."

Nanling: "...? Then do I look like wine?"

"A little bit." Kingfisher didn't give a positive answer, "but you still have other smells on you. Can you try a few more words?"

"Speak?" Nan Ling has never met a person with synaesthesia, so he has absolutely no idea about the mechanism of their function. "What?"

"Anything will do." Kingfisher thought for a while, "the more the better."

Nan Ling calmly analyzed.

Nan Ling thought for a while.

Nan Ling took a deep breath.

"——Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose, braised pig, braised duck sauce, chicken, bacon, pine flower, small belly, dried meat sausage..."

This passage is simply engraved in his DNA. The speed of his speech and the clarity of his words made the kingfisher stunned.

"Wait wait." He waved his hand quickly, his expression twisted, "Don't talk about food."

Every time Nan Ling said a dish, he could taste the taste of a dish, and now he felt very strange in his mouth.

"Don't talk about food?" Nan Ling tilted his head, "You're going to be embarrassing for me."

He thought again for a second and cleared his throat.

"Your Majesty, my name is Darabon, Bander Bedib Dobiruon, and I'll say it again, Darabon, Bander Bedib Dobiruon—"

kingfisher:……

He felt for a moment that he might have encountered a real neurosis.

"Stop singing! You... can't you say something normal?" He closed his eyes painfully, "I want you to say something about yourself, such as your name..."

"Then say it directly." Nan Ling didn't feel that he did anything wrong - after all, Kingfisher asked him to say it casually, "Oh...but I can't tell you my name."

Kingfisher was silent for a moment.

"Hazelnut latte," he said suddenly. "You smell like a hazelnut latte now."

The smell of alcohol has disappeared.

...don't know what's going on. He originally thought that this person was sent by the organization to hunt him down. Strange, it was the first time he had smelled alcohol on someone who wasn't a member of the group.

However, it is also possible that they are members of the organization. After all, not every member of the organization has the smell of alcohol.

"That's good." Nan Ling was very satisfied, "I like to drink hazelnut latte."

"Don't say that word." Kingfisher wrinkled his nose. Every time he hears a 'hazelnut latte' it's like he can taste it, "I don't like coffee."

"What—what—" Nan Ling lengthened his voice in disbelief, "Don't you like coffee?"

"Why, do you have an opinion?" Kingfisher's eyes widened, "How can some people really like to drink coffee when it is bitter and sour? Drinking nm coffee and drinking are the romance of men!"

"It's really strange for people who like to drink!" Nan Ling stood up angrily, "The taste of that kind of thing is so strange that it's so strange to die, who would like it!"

Normal wine—ordinary beer, white wine, and red wine—is actually acceptable to Nanling. He just didn't like it that much. But the code names of the members of the Naihe organization are mostly partial, and all the male members are spirits. After Nan Ling tasted the code names of all the members he knew out of curiosity~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he never wanted to try again.

The worst of them all is Chat.

For this reason, he even contacted the gentleman to change the code name.

... the results are already obvious.

"I [beep] [beep]" Kingfisher also stood up angrily and began to pour out swear words, "[Beep] coffee is only liked by stupid [beep]!"

"Alcohol damages the central nervous system, at the same time, reduces attention, memory, balance dysfunction, hyperactivity, and affects germ cells, resulting in mental retardation in offspring—"

"I [beep] you [beep] him [beep] [beep] [beep]!"

——When Shuichi Akai and Toru Amuro arrived, that was what they heard.

Completely out of line with the current situation.

Akai Shuichi and Amuro Toru looked at each other. Understand that the other party probably has the same idea as his own.

...what are these two doing?