I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Nan Ling was woken up by a gunshot in the middle of the night.

He was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, with the words 'I know it' written all over his face.

Then he decided to roll over and continue to sleep, covering his ears with a pillow by the way.

The effect was very bad - as more gunshots followed. If he was still awake just now, he is now fully awake.

He took a deep breath and decided to close his eyes.

If you don't listen, don't see, don't think, things don't exist.

Then he tragically discovered the fact that he couldn't sleep.

After tossing and turning for an unknown amount of time, he took a deep breath and sat up.

... successfully knocked on his forehead.

Nan Ling covered his forehead, wanting to cry without tears.

Obviously he is still yawning, why can't he fall asleep?

Well, now it's more sober. Why don't you go out and watch the fun.

He opened the door and looked sideways.

Good, the police have come. Faster than he imagined.

"Eh? Big brother?" Conan was originally next to the only room with the door open. When he saw Nan Ling pushing the door open, he ran over quickly and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

——I forgot my decision not to provoke Chart before... Or rather, I selectively forgot about it.

"I heard the gunshot." Nan Ling answered truthfully, blinking and trying to make himself look more awake, "Is someone dead?"

Conan noticed that he said 'people died' rather than the more contextual 'dead people'.

Sure enough, he had already expected this. So the question now is, is Chatter involved? If so, how much was involved? Do you just know the murder plan, or...

Did that person kill him?

Conan quietly surveyed Nan Ling's appearance.

He was wearing a pure black pajamas with sleeves long enough to cover all parts of his body tightly, leaving no wrists and ankles exposed. Although the expression on his face looked a little sleepy, he was still awake, not like he was suddenly awakened.

It is also possible that he returned to the car by some means after completing the crime.

"Who's dead?" Nan Ling asked casually, walking towards the direction of the lights.

Conan thought to himself how could you not know who the murderer was.

——Nan Ling really didn’t know.

However, Conan still pretended not to hear anything and answered the question, "It's the uncle Izumo."

"Oh." Nan Ling recalled for a moment, and made a sincere comment, "I don't know."

Conan directly ignored this big truth.

"Really? Speaking of which, why did my brother go to Hokkaido?" he asked innocently.

"Go to see friends." Nan Ling continued to tell the truth.

Conan then ignored it.

"It turns out that my brother's friend lives in Hokkaido. It's really far away." He replied perfunctorily, not rude, "Big brother, how on earth did you know that people would die?"

Nan Ling raised his eyebrows and stopped.

"It's simple," he said calmly.

Conan blinked in confusion.

Simple? Is it because the murderer is himself?

Nan Ling smiled, "Because there are signs of death."

——When he said this sentence, he borrowed heavily from Cyan Origin’s neurotic tone, which sounded even better than a magician.

"Signs?" Conan didn't understand, and asked in a hurried tone, "What signs?"

Could Chat believe in such a mystical thing as a dead bird?

Nan Ling squatted down and looked directly into Conan's eyes. Those sapphire blue eyes were full of doubts at this time.

"Little brother, you don't often look into other people's eyes like this."

Conan was staring at him so unblinkingly, he felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to look away.

...Chart's silver eyes look so strange. When they looked at each other, it felt as if they were being scanned by some machine.

"Don't move." Nan Ling pinched Conan's face with some baby fat with one hand and forced him to look at him. Feeling good in his hand, he pinched it. He spoke lightly, "Eyes are the windows to the soul. Just like when I look at you now..."

He paused, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Afraid?"

Conan took a slow breath.

To be honest, he didn't believe Chat's words at all.

But he's right - Conan doesn't know if this counts as fear, but at least his own heartbeat will never be lower than 150 now.

"And the so-called signs..." Nan Ling smiled happily, "That's it."

Conan froze for a moment.

However, in the next second, Nan Ling's fingers were placed on his neck.

"Do you feel it?"

Chat's voice was reminiscent of a poisoned sharp blade, and it slashed on Conan's nerves word by word, "This is death."

Conan shuddered. The roots of the hair are erect.

This...this is...what?

Although he had the urge to turn around and run, he couldn't move at all.

And... the sound of the water flow that I just heard, what is it?

He didn't realize he had said the words.

Nan Ling let go of his hands and stood up, leaning lazily against the wall, his tone has returned to normal, "I hear? The imagery of rivers and boats represents death, which is reflected in many myths, and many people claim before dying. I heard the sound of the ferry boat. After hearing this sound, is it difficult to infer that someone will die?"

Yes, it's very difficult. He can't actually hear the sound of water flowing at all. It's just from experience, so Nan Ling's words are completely made up.

But Conan was a little convinced when he heard this.

——Eh, I just listened in reverse.

But now it can be determined that Chat is now the biggest suspect.

This time the deceased was shot... This is not something that ordinary people can play around with. Only a criminal like Charter can use firearms so skillfully.

Conan was a little annoyed.

Why didn't I think of this before? Seriously, he should have followed Chat to see where the **** he lived and stayed outside his house to make sure he didn't come out and kill. Not like before, after listening to Chat, and aimlessly trying to judge from the group of people who will be the dead. In the end, it failed to protect the other party.

But... after experiencing such a thing, does he really dare to do this now?

Conan touched his neck, his fingertips trembling.

——In the bottom of my heart, I seem to be glad that I didn't do it.

"Excuse me, are you also a passenger who lives nearby?" A man who appeared to be a plainclothes police officer came over, "Please allow me to see your room, okay?"

"Whatever." Nan Ling shrugged.

Anyway, in his room...

"Don't you have any luggage?" The policeman looked back at Nan Ling suspiciously after looking at the room.

Apart from a very small bag ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ there is nothing else in the room.

"I went to a friend's house to eat and drink." Nan Ling said honestly.

He was telling the truth.

——So Conan didn’t believe it again.

"Oh..." The policeman nodded suspiciously, "Okay."

"Hey, I don't know when the murderer will be caught." Nan Ling sighed sincerely, "I still want to hurry up and eat something delicious."

Conan naturally felt that he was hypocritical, "So, big brother, don't you know who the murderer is?"

"Why would I know?" Nan Ling asked rhetorically, "I'm not dead."

Conan was silent.

Although the deceased should indeed know the identity of the murderer...

But didn't Chat find this strange? Who is a normal person who would bring himself into the perspective of the dead?