I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

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the next day.

"Chart, are you looking for me?"

"Yeah." Nan Ling covered the phone's microphone with his hand, nodded towards Antoine who had just entered the door, and motioned for him to find a place to sit first.

"...Yes, I will handle this matter." He turned his head and released the microphone, and said in the voice of "Seven", "Other than that, everything is business as usual."

He paused for a while, hung up the phone, and looked at Antoine. The latter was stroking curiously around his house.

"I said, An, it's not your first time here." Nan Ling was a little speechless.

Antoine withdrew his hand shyly, "I haven't been here a few times."

They are now in Nanling's house, next door is Qi's clinic, and the front door there is closed.

"What's the matter?" Antoine sat opposite Nanling and asked curiously, "Does the organization have a mission?"

"No." Nan Ling opened his mouth and hesitated, "...Where's DK?"

The two of them had always been together - and now he was worried about Antoine's brain... and personal safety.

"He doesn't know what book he's reading recently, and he's quite fascinated." Antoine shrugged, "He seems to have fallen into something recently... ah yes, he said that he has fallen into a bottleneck period and will need to study for a while."

Nan Ling also remembered that he seemed to have given DK to the spider and asked him to follow the illusion.

I didn't expect him to be really talented... I forgot to ask Spider DK about it just now.

—That call just now was for Spider. The matter of the cyan origin has to be finished with the help of his acting speaker. But as for what the organization participated in last night, it was not their turn to worry about it for the time being.

organize…

Nan Ling fell silent for a while.

Antoine looked at him strangely.

It was Chat who had told him to come over, but why didn't he say a word after he came over?

He stared at Nan Ling very seriously, but the latter uncharacteristically did not respond to his eyes. He was completely motionless in the sofa, frowning lightly, not knowing what he was thinking. The cup of hazelnut latte on the coffee table in front of him also remained motionless, allowing the wisp of heat to disappear as it evaporated.

Antoine rarely saw Nan Ling show this kind of expression.

In his impression, Chat has always had a smile on his face—usually a relaxed smile, an excited smile when he encounters a problem, and a cold smile when he is angry, but at least there is still an expression on his face. Even when encountering a difficult problem, Chart can quickly find a solution, and then smile as usual.

No matter what the problem can be easily solved - this is Antoine's initial impression of Nanling, of course, also the current impression.

Antoine himself knows that his brain is not good. Since he can make Chate like this, it must be very important and difficult to solve.

What I have to do now, and the only thing I can do, is to sit here honestly and not cause trouble.

He sat quite obediently opposite Nan Ling, his eyes seemed to be fixed on Nan Ling's body, but in fact he didn't know where his mind had gone.

But I didn't expect this to sit until it was dark.

It was still afternoon when Antoine came, and although the hottest time had passed, the setting sun was still hanging in the sky in the west.

The evening sky was now dyed black and purple, the dark clouds were low, and the air was breathless with moisture.

Antoine couldn't sit still. Originally, he was not a quiet character, and it is almost a miracle that he can hold back until now. not to mention…

He is hungry.

...but he can't go into the kitchen.

He glanced at Nan Ling who was still thinking.

...and can't disturb Chat.

So Antoine had no choice but to look at Nan Ling, hoping that he would quickly realize that there was someone else starving.

He waited a while. The eyes can't bring Nan Ling back to his senses, but the voice can.

'Grumble...'

Nan Ling blinked quickly, and was taken aback when he looked up at Antoine.

It's been so long?

"...Sorry." He stood up and walked into the kitchen, "I can't make anything like DK."

"You can eat it." Antoine swallowed.

He's not a picky eater...well, meat is better.

Nan Ling cut vegetables absently, his mind still stuck on the organization.

Although what happened last night had no effect on him for the time being, he thought more.

Before he knew it, the influence of the organization had permeated every aspect of his life—

'Chart', his original identity when he came to this world. An anonymous black household, a hapless experimenter, a marionette of the organization. The future can be said to be bleak.

He didn't want to be on a wrecked ship that was doomed to sink and leaked into a sieve. So he created 'Nan Ling'.

Strictly speaking, there is no 'Nan Ling' in this world, it's just a phantom created by him based on his previous life, from his face to his voice, it's all fake.

...well, at least the name is true.

As for 'Seven', this identity is only for his play. If it is discovered by the organization, it would not be a pity to discard it—

- He originally thought so. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

'Chat' was born from the organization, 'Nan Ling' was born because of the organization, and 'Bai Zeliang' was inseparable from the organization. Only 'seven' is considered free for the time being.

That's right, this time Mello and the group of mice are eyeing 'Seven', he can escape directly from Jin Chan's shell. No one cares about the existence of this empty shell.

But how long can you run?

"Seven" can run, eighty or ninety can also run, and when it comes to the organization, he will shrink back. His vest can continue to do this kind of thing. But is he going to keep shrinking like this?

Where can he run to?

He is very clear about the power of the organization. It is precisely because of this clarity that the protagonist of Conan was chosen to lie down and destroy the organization at the beginning.

But that is still a long way off, and until that day comes, what will your life be like under the influence of the organization?

Melo's appearance last night was just an opportunity - Nan Ling was not stupid. No one knows the dangers in the organization better than the members of his research group. If the organization is not destroyed one day, he has to live under the shadow of the organization for a day.

The current peace and quiet is not the result of the organization's kindness.

He is not a red party, maybe he can't wait for the day when the protagonists overthrow the organization.

"...Chart?" Antoine's hesitant voice came from the kitchen door. "You're bleeding."

Nan Ling was startled and looked at his fingers.

...maybe I got distracted when I was just cutting vegetables. The wound is not deep, and he has never been aware of such a small wound.

Unfortunately, the dishes were all dirty.

He felt that it was okay, and he looked at the blood flowing out of the wound subconsciously, and was suddenly stunned.