I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Nan Ling counted with his fingers.

Bourbon, Belmod, Andrews... Unigu can barely count. Oh, and if you count the establishment of the cyan origin, spiders can count as half.

Speaking of spiders...

He picked up an inconspicuous envelope from the table, and pulled out a piece of letter paper from the opening that had been opened, with the words cut from the newspaper on it.

After receiving an invitation from a charity dinner host a few days ago, he found this letter of unknown origin in front of his house.

"The messenger of the cursed mask..." Nan Ling pondered for a while, then threw it aside and started looking at the rest of the documents on the table.

Soon someone called.

"Seven?" The spider's voice was a little dreadful, apparently still remembering what happened last time, "How could you find me..."

When I went to the bar yesterday, someone found him inexplicably, gave him a phone number, and said that Doctor Seven had something to do with him.

After hesitating for a while, he still called.

"As long as you're still in Japan, it's easy for me to find you." Nan Ling said in a dichotomous manner while flipping through the documents, "Why don't you leave?"

"You came to me just to ask this?" The corner of Spider's mouth twitched, "Are you a little too boring?"

"It's just a question, why do you have to react so much." Nan Ling's tone was flat, "For the origin of cyan?"

"...Well, you're right." The spider sighed slightly, "I want to see what it can develop into."

Is this still worth watching?

Nan Ling is indifferent, "The second disease activity center."

The spider choked.

Well... it seems to be correct?

"Xiaobull's mask, have you heard of it?" Nan Ling didn't ask about the origin of Cyan again, and returned to the topic, "That famous cursed mask."

Of course, it is necessary to ask professional counterparts for such matters involving the occult.

"You mean those two hundred masks?" Spider thought for a while, "Have you come across them?"

Nan Ling frowned slightly, "Is the curse real?"

"It's fake for you guys," the spider said indifferently. "Sometimes it will make the owner a little unlucky, but it's only limited to stepping on banana peels when you go out. I don't think it's a prank."

"What about you?"

The spider suddenly smiled, "Can you get it?"

"Okay." Nan Ling paused, "I'm too lazy to do it."

The spider was silent for a long time. "...It can be used to construct a ritual. If you can get it, I can buy it."

"Do I look like someone who is short of money?" Nan Ling said ruthlessly, "If you are really so concerned, you might as well offer a more sincere price."

"This kind of thing is also optional for me." Although he said that, the spider was obviously very interested. "Okay, tell me what you want?"

"I'm very interested in your ritual." Nan Ling said casually, "Can you learn it?"

"Of course you can." To Nan Ling's surprise, the spider agreed immediately, sounding impatient, "I'll send you the information now."

Nan Ling opened his mouth somewhat unexpectedly. Before he could say anything, he saw a document sent to his mailbox.

"...Is this a book?" His tone was unusually uncertain.

"Most of them are written materials." The spider's tone was much lighter. "There are also some pictures as an aid. You don't need to memorize them all, just write down most of them. To be honest, I'm worried that no one wants to learn. These basics are beginners. I can even give it to you for free, just use it as a deposit now."

Nan Ling stared at the document and fell into contemplation.

A few G's of text information... Still just a basic introduction? Don't have to memorize it all, just write down most of it?

Are spiders serious?

When he explained his doubts, the spider's tone sounded a little guilty, "If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be able to find people to learn..."

What he didn't say is that even if you can memorize these things, what kind of role the ritual you learn at the end can play depends on your talent. Some people are born with a high level of spirituality, and they will naturally get twice the result with half the effort when they learn it. some people...

Ghosts are disgusting, and it is useless to learn.

Even if he learned it, he might be bitten back if he was not careful—the two of his friends who built the cyan origin together died like this.

This kind of thing is not precious at all, it is not as useful as that mask.

"Forget it." Nan Ling turned off the document that he clicked in and found that it was filled with documents that ghosts couldn't understand at all. "If I can get it for you, you owe me a favor."

"I can't talk about human feelings, that thing is not worth the price." Spider replied, "However, I have a token of cyan origin, I don't know if you want it or not."

"Token?" Nan Ling doubted this, "What can I do?"

"I don't know either." Spider said honestly, "No one in the cyan origin should know this thing, but you might use it later."

"...Deal." Nan Ling agreed to this deal with a mentality that something is better than nothing, "How many do you want?"

"One is enough," the spider explained, "this kind of thing usually exists as a symbol in rituals. For example, if I want to design a ritual related to camouflage, a little spirituality on it can be-- "

Nan Ling was too lazy to listen to him starting a small mystery class, so he hung up the phone.

Courtesy Spider: Are you.

"A mask..." Nan Ling searched the Internet for what the so-called cursed mask looked like, and found that it was a very ordinary white smile mask that could be used to pretend to be a ghost.

Isn't it simple? When the time comes, can you make some fakes and replace them?

One for Spider... By the way, another one for Hongzi, didn't she say before that magic items are hard to find now?

Nan Ling's plan is very good.

It's just that he didn't expect to bump into Conan and Mouri Kogoro's group.

After a series of very polite conversations, several people were led by the maid into the host of the charity party-that is, Su Fanghongzi, a philanthropist's villa.

... There are a lot of people in this world who bump their names.

In addition to Mouri Kogoro~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Maurilan, Conan and Nan Ling himself, photographers Masaki Katagiri, baseball player Mamoru Matsudaira, and tarot fortune-teller Nagaryoya were also invited.

Nanling didn't miss the look Conan gave when Mao Lilan said that Chang Liangyao was a fortune teller.

Probably means - why is there another magic stick.

So he stared back.

--do you have any opinion?

Conan hesitantly withdrew his eyes.

- dare not have.

Nan Ling was satisfied.

Chang Liangyao said that the house had an ominous feeling when she came, but she was not the only one pretending to be a ghost, and the maid also seemed very strange. The villa is divided into east and west, and if guests do not enter from the side where their bedroom is located, or if they do not follow the custom, it will lead to disaster.

Conan showed half moon eyes.