I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Have you seen him, little boy?" Gun Tian Yumei stood diagonally in front of Conan, with a vaguely protective attitude, "I think it's time for you to confess now that the dead have already been born."

"Be careful." Conan whispered - although he consciously controlled his volume to a level that only the people around him could hear, Nan Ling still heard clearly, "He is very dangerous."

Nan Ling blinked and suddenly smiled.

- Well, he knows how to play today.

He jumped off the chair, sighed, and said helplessly:

"Hey, even though I know why you are so hostile to me... But I can't get used to it, no matter how many times this happens."

Conan was taken aback.

"Strictly speaking, this is our second meeting." Taking advantage of his stunned moment, Nan Ling was already standing in front of him, leaning over to look at him, "I'm 'Bai Zeliang'... Just 'Bai Zeliang'."

Conan was stunned for a second, and choked back what he was about to say.

What's the meaning? Second meeting? But……

"Looks like you have some misunderstandings about me." Nan Ling said with a smile, "Don't you remember? The first time we met... It should have been in that movie theater."

He looked up at Guntian Yumei with a suspicious look on his face, and shrugged, "That child was following me, I didn't do anything at all."

Conan: ?

Conan: ? ? ?

Was Chat playing stupid, or did he really not remember the night when the Big Dipper and Miss Miyano were killed?

No, unless Chat is Alzheimer's, how could he forget such a thing?

"I'm not interested in your previous meeting." Motegi Haruka stood behind him, looking defensive, "You should talk about what this has to do with your coming here tonight."

"Ah, actually I was about to say it." Nan Ling tilted his head, "This is a warning—

——Neither you nor the people who invited you to come here, you should not be involved in the affairs of this annex. "

Conan subconsciously repeated, "Warning?"

"Don't ask." Nan Ling raised a finger and put it to his lips, "If you know something you shouldn't know, the end will be more terrifying than death."

Gun Tian Yumei looked suspicious, "Your speech..."

"...It's really even more credible than Kidd's invitation." Motegi Haruka shook his head.

Kuroba Kuito was shot for no reason and rolled his eyes silently in his heart. Conan, who was beside him, glanced at him with a hint of clarity in his eyes.

Nan Ling squinted his eyes and glanced at everyone, and chuckled after a while.

"However, it's up to you whether you believe it or not."

And after he said that, this group of overly curious detectives would probably want to find out the truth even more.

"...Then, what's your suggestion?" Qianjian Kodai looked at him with a gloomy expression.

Nanling glanced at her, "Didn't you already say it just now? Just don't look for the treasure."

"I'm afraid this won't work." Bai Ma Tan opened the curtains and pointed to the raging fire outside the window. "The car you drove in has been burnt down. I think, the suspension bridge..."

——Probably no longer exists.

Before he could finish speaking, Nan Ling, who was standing in front of him, took a deep breath and rushed to the window first, with a sad expression on his face. The mysterious image just now disappeared without a trace.

"my car!"

He just bought a new car!

He just defrauded the organization to buy a new car!

...Ah no, how can you be called a fraud when it comes to organizing funds? This should be called rational use of resources.

In short, Nan Ling felt very sad.

"...I thought you should have thought of it a long time ago." Bai Ma Tan looked at him speechlessly, "The sound of the explosion just now was obvious, right?"

"But, but..." Nan Ling was about to cry without tears, grief-stricken, his heart collapsed, and his tears dried up, "You don't understand! This is the car that took me a long time to get!"

It took him a long time to defraud the funds!

These people have no idea how hard it is to defraud the funds of the organization! For this matter, he didn't know how much time was wasted in the gloomy M7 laboratory building to study how to compile... write a funding application.

Unigu and Anderberg are studying hard, isn't he working?

- Really not.

Well, although the salary paid to him by the organization is actually only a lot more than these funds... But! What you buy with other people's money is better than what you buy with your own money!

What's more, that's the organization's money! What a sense of accomplishment!

As a result, it was blown up by the host who was playing tricks... There were no bones left.

Nan Ling looked at the raging fire pitifully, and sniffed artificially, like a salted fish who lost his dream.

"Go wherever you like." He said weakly, maybe it was a performance. "My car is gone, and my happiness is gone..."

"Hey, it's not so." Although Motegi Haruka was also very heartbroken, Nan Ling's performance was too exaggerated. He walked over a few steps~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and patted Nan Ling on the shoulder comfortingly, "My Alfa Romeo was not spared."

"My Ferrari too." Gunda Yumi looked calm, "It seems that there is no more Porsche left."

"So, whose cars are Mercedes-Benz and Jaguar?"

"Don't let me hear that heart-wrenching name." Nan Ling said sullenly, "The one at the back."

Bai Ma Tan showed a thoughtful expression, "I came by taxi. So that Mercedes-Benz..."

"I think it's probably the owner's car." The maid said timidly, "because, when I arrived at the annex this morning, the car was already parked there."

"So, besides me, there really is someone else in this annex?" 'Mori Kogoro' showed a surprised look.

The maid sighed, "It seems that the car I parked at the back door may not have escaped the accident..."

"back door!"

"Where?"

"Just, just go through the atrium..."

Before the maid could finish speaking, several detectives rushed out impatiently, but Nan Ling remained silent.

"Uh...you...Aren't you going?" She looked at Nan Ling, who was already huddled in the corner, ready to start growing mushrooms, and asked in the spirit of humanitarian concern.

Nan Ling waved his hand in a lifeless manner, apparently determined not to move at all.

Seeing this, the maid hesitated for a while, and followed the detectives to the back door.

After everyone left, Nan Ling was silent for a while in the corner alone, and then stood up with a relaxed expression.

Although he was really sad that the car he bought with defrauded funds was gone, but he acted so exaggeratedly, mainly to act alone.

——It's good to tease Conan, but don't be greedy for cups.