I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Starting again..." Nan Ling leaned against the window and looked out at the moving scenery, his eyes were blank, "Little brother, how did you rest last night?"

Conan, who was approaching from behind him on tiptoe, stiffened.

Clearly Chat didn't look back at all... Does he have eyes behind his back?

"Alright... alright." Conan, who was discovered, scratched his head in embarrassment and stood up straight. "After all, there was a shooting incident last night."

Last night, before he had time to look for clues to the crime at the scene, the police found the murderer-he seemed to have fallen to his death in the tunnel after escaping through a broken window, so the case was quickly closed. Conan was also pulled back to the room to rest by Mo Lilan, and there was no chance to go to Chat for information.

But he still felt something was wrong.

Could this murderer really be so stupid? Moreover, he always felt that where he had seen this case...

So Conan came to Chat as soon as he woke up today.

Maybe a breakthrough could be found in Chat's body. After all, his appearance yesterday was too suspicious.

"I heard that the murderer of that shooting case was the robber who robbed the jewelry store before? The deceased was the owner of the jewelry store, right..." Nan Ling touched his chin, "It seems that it is not advisable to work across different lines if both of them die. ."

Conan didn't understand at first.

... work across lines? Do you mean robbers go to murder?

He didn't know how to proceed.

Fortunately, Nan Ling continued to speak very understandingly, with a sigh in his voice, as if he was talking to himself, "In this world, are all starting to require robbers to be able to kill people? It's gone... it's not a good day."

Conan still didn't know how to proceed.

Say something wrong... there doesn't seem to be anything wrong. But it doesn't seem to be normal.

"Well, what does the big brother do?" Conan felt that this should be a good starting point.

"Me?" Nan Ling finally shifted his gaze to Conan, and replied casually, "Being an administrator for a group of geniuses."

He is probably the only one who can't do research in the entire M7 laboratory building.

"Uh..." Conan didn't understand what he was talking about, "Big brother, can you be more clear?"

"Isn't it clear enough?" Nan Ling raised his eyebrows, "It's just the daily life of a social animal. Speaking of which, someone like me can actually ride the same train with a big star."

As expected, Conan was led away by the topic that Nan Ling had shifted. Hearing that, he was very curious and tried his best to pretend to be excited, "What big star?"

"Kudou Yukiko." Nan Ling raised his chin toward the other side of the corridor and motioned Conan to look over there, "It's pretty tightly covered, probably because I don't want to attract attention."

Conan was shocked.

Is your own mother actually on this train? Didn't you see it yourself?

Did Chat actually see it?

Could it be that Chat is actually a fan of his own mother?

Why did my mother travel all the way back to Japan and take the same train as him? Does this have something to do with your own perception of the case?

Conan quickly passed a lot of questions in his mind, and after saying goodbye to Nan Ling hastily, he ran towards Yukiko Kudo.

"Oh, I'm really impatient." Nan Ling shook his head, "It's so easy to get rid of you."

He took out his phone and waited for a while.

"...Why did you hang up suddenly?"

"I'm sorry, Bourbon." Nan Ling replied briskly, "I met a child on the way who was ignorant. Just in case, hang up first."

Anshitou heard the words and smiled on the other side of the phone, "That's right, the topic we're discussing... you should really be careful."

"So, how's it going?" Nan Ling also laughed along, "How about the clues I gave you?"

Toru Amuro thought for a while, "It's really a pity that you don't engage in intelligence."

"If you want to compliment, save it." Nan Ling replied lazily, "I know myself. Intelligence work is still suitable for people like you."

"Can I take this as a compliment?"

Nan Ling chuckled, "You think so."

"But speaking, I don't know the purpose of the organization in this matter." Amuro said in a natural tone, "I'm just a congressman, is it worth Gin's so much energy? He recently suspended all the work at hand. ."

"If I knew, I would have told you." Nan Ling's tone was somewhat dissatisfied, "Do you think I am Yoggsothoth?"

"Yu...what?"

"Yugsothoth." Nan Ling said earnestly, with a serious tone, "The ruler of time and space, the one who unites all things, the one who is at the door, the key to the door. The past is his, the present is his, the future In him, for all things are in Yogg-Sothoth. He is also called—"

Toru Amuro waited.

In fact, he is still not particularly used to Chat's sudden illness when he is talking about business. But given that there will be many opportunities for them to cooperate in the future, he feels that he needs to adapt to Chart's brain circuits.

"——Bubble." Nan Ling said solemnly.

"Bubble?" Amuro asked in disbelief.

It turns out that Chat's twisted and twisted brain circuits couldn't adapt to him at all. Either his brain was smooth, or Chart's was smooth.

...or his brain is full of bubbles.

Although Toru Amuro doesn't know which novel the character named Yoggsothoth is, but let's not talk about this...

Are the flaws in this passage a little too obvious?

"Yes, Bubble." Nan Ling stretched his voice, "so don't ask me about things I don't know, or people like you who don't know how to support themselves won't be able to get the key to the door. Please. Be discreet, the all-knowing bubble is watching you."

Amuro Toru felt that he and Charter were not in the same dimension at all~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Charter. ' he said very carefully.

"Ok?"

"If you have strayed into some strange religion, or a pyramid scheme..." An Shitou said hesitantly, "I have to advise you to be careful not to be brainwashed by them."

How could he hear that Chat's mental state was very worrying.

After all, a partner -- someone who could be used -- Amuro felt he needed to give Chat a warning.

Otherwise, if such a big information source suddenly disappeared, he would have nowhere to cry.

"Brainwashing? How could it be." Nan Ling smiled happily and said meaningfully, "I won't be brainwashed by that third-rate organization."

Amuro let out a sigh of relief.

If you think about it, Chat is a smart guy, even though he doesn't seem to be on the surface.

"That's good. You'd better know."