I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Nan Ling was still frightened by his murderous behavior just now.

Seriously, if it wasn't for his quick reaction, he would have been shot 17 times in the back and killed himself.

Isn't it just a mouthful of Shirley... Gin's heart isn't that small, is it?

Nan Ling was very angry.

Nan Ling felt that he needed to scare Hui Yuanai.

Dr. Li heard the sound of his car window being knocked. Swallowing his saliva, he carefully rolled down the window.

"Ah, I'm sorry to disturb you." Nan Ling said with a smile, "Where is this... come from?"

He had just discovered that he didn't know the road nearby at all.

Not only did he not ask about any gossip, but he was also thrown somewhere I don't know, can Jinjiu still be a person?

So where did Gin pull him?

"Uh, let me show you the map." Dr. Li hurriedly took out a piece of paper from the storage box beside him, his tone trembling, "Let me see... it's here."

Nan Ling glanced at it and nodded casually, "Thank you. By the way, your car is really special. It's not the kind you see often."

Dr. Li's heart trembled.

"...Thank you." He forced a smile. "It's often said."

"If you have children, they will like it very much." Nan Ling smiled harmlessly, "It's cute."

Dr. Li opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, Nan Ling left.

The car fell silent for a while.

"He recognized it." Haibara Ai climbed out from the bottom of the back seat, her voice trembling, "He must recognize that we are the car that has been following them."

"Don't talk about it, Haihara." Conan's expression was very serious, "We can't sit still now. I'm going to the Cuphu restaurant."

"What if you know their purpose?" Haibara said with a frown, "Our current body is an obstacle, do you know that, Kudo?"

"But now that I know, I have to stop their murder." Conan said decisively, "Go to the restaurant now."

"Really? Then you really have a sense of justice, I'm different from you." Haibara crossed her arms, "I'm not interested in abstract things like justice, and I don't think I've come all the way to that right and wrong. How will the land help with this.”

"Exactly, that's what I planned." Conan smiled, "Since they already know what you look like, taking you there now is like throwing yourself into a trap. I think you and the doctor will wait in the car. I'm ready."

His expression sank, "No matter how bad the situation is, I will get that medicine out."

Haiyuan Ai was startled, "What medicine did you say?"

"Gin said on the phone just now, 'It doesn't matter if you want to use that medicine'." Conan smiled confidently, "In my opinion, it is APTX-4869."

The poison that made their bodies smaller.

...

"Mr. Nan." A voice came from behind him.

Nan Ling put down the pen for signing, took a handkerchief from the receptionist, and turned to look behind him, "Mr. Sijing, it's been a long time."

The wealthy businessman who used to be a little fat has obviously lost a lot of weight at this time. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly, "Yeah, I haven't been to a party of this scale for a while."

Nan Ling probably knows a little bit of the inside story - since they cooperated with the FBI last time and failed to fulfill the deal with the organization, the Four Wells Group has inexplicably declined, and the company that benefits from it is the Zongshan Automobile Group.

It is self-evident who is operating behind this.

President Yotsui also worked hard to bring the Yotsui Group back to life—the organizers of this memorial service also contributed. It's very likely that someone has caught up with someone.

"I know this invitation may be a bit presumptuous. It would be great if you could come." President Yotsui smiled friendly.

"Where, I've also seen director Jiujuan's movies." Nan Ling said politely, "It's also my honor to be able to come to his memorial service."

The director's films have also accompanied him through a boring life that still lacks smartphones and TV shows. Although the filming is not very good... but bad films also have the existence value of bad films.

"That's good." President Yotsui was obviously relaxed. "Do you know Mr. Fang Fangzhi? He has always wanted to see you."

Nan Ling thought back and was convinced that he had never heard the name, so he shook his head, "I'm sorry, I don't know him."

"Mr. Yu is a professor at the University of Tokyo." President Yotsui explained, "I heard that he was seriously injured when he was playing golf a long time ago, and he has not been able to do it well."

"That's right." Nan Ling blinked, "Then let Mr. Sijing introduce me."

He said why he was inexplicably invited to a memorial service for the director. It turned out to be to help him live.

Then just take a look.

Nan Ling followed Director Sijing across half of the venue, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

Actress Chris Wynyard, or rather, Belmode.

Belmod just happened to see him.

"Oh!" Her eyes lit up, and a string of English quickly spewed out of her mouth, "Beltran! OhmyGod! Longtimenosee! It'ssuchasurprisetomeetyouhere!"

Nan Ling was stunned for a moment.

... No, he has a disguise on his face now, right? How did Belmod recognize him?

And how did he not know when he had an English name called Beltran?

At this time, Belmod has already walked over quickly, very logically ignoring President Yotsui next to him, "Ohsweetie, IjustarrivedJapanyesterday, sorryIdidn'don'"

Nan Ling thought to himself that you are too familiar. Does being so enthusiastic scare others?

Belmod took his arm affectionately~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Nan Ling sighed and gave President Yotsui a helpless look, who was a little helpless, but left the area anyway.

Belmod also glanced at the assistant behind him, who left knowingly.

"So... this lady, do I know you?" Nan Ling pretended to be stupid without any face, looking up at the sky with a pair of dull eyes, "I'm sorry, I don't understand English."

Belmod's face didn't change, instead he smiled charmingly, "Chart, I taught you your disguise. Can't I recognize you?"

Nan Ling raised a canned smile.

"Don't give a shit?"

Belmod's face stiffened.

What is the description of farting! Chat, are you polite?