I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Nan Ling: ...Wait a minute?

"You just said you were going to investigate Belmode." Nan Ling's expression was indescribable, "It's not good to change the target so quickly..."

What is Conan doing 'so'? Are these two things really related?

And he has no secrets in him that need to be investigated by Conan!

no!

"I think he will be a breakthrough." Conan touched his chin and thought seriously, not noticing Nan Ling's complicated eyes.

He felt that what he said made a lot of sense - not only did he know Gin well, but he also seemed to know Belmode, not to mention that there was someone who didn't know the code name, the man on the phone, plus the fact that he knew earlier The Unigu... Chat obviously has a very high status in the organization, and his identity and experience may let him know a little secret that other members don't know.

Also, the only thing he has now is Chat's clues... It's a pity that the secret of Zhang Tianzhengci's death has not been investigated until now.

Nan Ling didn't want to discuss this topic with him at all, and looked away, "I think you should think about these things later."

He looked around and picked up something similar to a remote control with a little curiosity, "This is..."

Conan also came over to take a look with some curiosity, and clicked it, "Try it."

With a soft sound, the curtains behind several people were suddenly pulled open, revealing a pile of pure white masks lying securely below.

"Why so many." Mao Lilan took a few steps back, looking a little flustered.

Mouri Kogoro was a little puzzled, "These are—"

"These are Shaubles' masks."

The elderly woman who appeared from the side of the room wore a crimson shawl, and her silver-white hair was carefully combed neatly. Followed by a woman in a gray business suit and glasses.

Maori Kogoro was stunned for a moment, then turned to look, "You are Ms. Su Fanghongzi."

"Everyone is willing to come here, it really makes the humble house shine." Su Fanghongzi's face was gentle, and she walked over to him in a leisurely manner, "I wonder how you feel about my collection?"

"How do you say that..." Mouri Kogoro scratched his head awkwardly and politely.

"You mentioned Xiaobull's mask just now, are you referring to these masks?" The Tarot fortune-teller Chang Liangyao looked a little worried, and after receiving confirmation, her face became even more strange, "These... curse fakes noodle."

Nan Ling probably knows the story behind this.

The sculptor Xiao Bo was framed during his lifetime. Although he had a talent, he had nowhere to use it. From then on, he was completely desperate for human nature. He began to carve these masks as if he was possessed by something. After carving two hundred of them, he committed suicide. It was a tragic death. There were a bunch of masks around when he died, which looked very strange.

Nan Ling only thought that he was quite uncreative.

Two hundred white masks... can't he change the pattern?

Even the shop he asked to imitate asked him if he needed to draw some patterns on it when he received his request—Nan Ling even doubted whether the quality of the genuine product was in his own hands. This imitation is good.

"A mask that **** blood?" The guests present were a little panicked, "You have collected so many masks, will it be okay?"

"Don't worry." Su Fanghongzi was very calm, "I have already hired a powerful medium to seal all these things up."

Conan showed the speechless eyes of a materialist beside him.

This thing is getting more and more bizarre...

"But in the real world, the evil thoughts of human beings are probably more terrifying than any curse." Kogoro Mouri looked a little worried, and took out a folded piece of paper from his arms and unfolded it, "To be honest, I am here. The road was blocked by a big tree, and this piece of paper was nailed to that tree."

Nan Ling touched his chin and looked at the letter made of scraps, "I also received this."

The remaining three also joined in.

"My company also received a strange letter." A stylishly dressed man with yellow hair came in. "Sorry, I'm on tour across the country and I'm a little late."

According to Su Fanghongzi's introduction, this person's name is Lanchuan Touya, a famous rock singer and the son of her good friend, and she takes care of her.

As for why she was taking care of her friend's son...

Of course, that's because Lan Chuan Fuyuya's mother is gone. It is said that he committed suicide after a hit-and-run accident. The theme of this charity gala is also caring for those orphans caused by car accidents.

After listening to this, Nan Ling thought that this was probably the background story of tonight's murder case, and the motive was contained in it - the murderer either wanted to avenge the person who committed suicide, or to avenge the person who died in the car accident.

And those threatening letters were ignored completely, and the level of death was like the act of the leading actor at the beginning of a horror movie. It vividly expresses Su Fanghongzi's astonishing attitude of not doing anything, reflects her stubbornness of not calling the police when she is full and doing nothing, and points out the main idea that she will definitely ascend to heaven tonight.

Nan Ling was too lazy to care about those things.

He just wanted to thank Su Fanghongzi for letting him come over for a meal.

——If you can let him eat and drink for free, he is a good person.

After the meal was full, Mouri Kogoro was invited to the side alone. It seemed that Su Fanghongzi had entrusted him to investigate something. The rest stayed in the mask hall and played billiards and chess...

And fortune telling.

Chang Liangyao has always maintained her mysterious appearance, holding a pair of tarot cards in her hand, chatting happily with Su Fanghongzi's secretary.

"Aren't you going to try?" Conan had just finished a game of chess, with a look of excitement on his face, "Don't you do this too? See if she's right?"

Every day I talk about watching the sky at night, so I just talk about it casually. When I meet a real professional, I will definitely not be able to deal with it.

"I think you want to see me make a fool of myself~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Nan Ling smirked, "If you have the time to worry about me, why don't you ask Miss Chang Liangyao to help you figure out when your peach blossoms will arrive? . "

Conan's expression became as if struck by lightning.

"Oh, I forgot, your peach blossom is already by your side." Nan Ling glanced at Mao Lilan, who was sitting beside the chessboard in a daze, and shook his head with a feigned regret, "It's a pity that this peach blossom still looks like a It is a tree without roots, and I don't know when I will meet my beloved..."

"Her beloved has long been by her side." Conan said righteously, "It's just... it's just a matter of time."

Nan Ling said that he smiled and did not speak.

Did he not realize that he lacked confidence when he spoke?

Conan felt that he was being ridiculed, and just as he was about to speak, a faint voice came from behind him.

"I think I heard someone calling me?"

It is Chang Liangyao.