I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

While Conan and Akai Shuichi reached a consensus, Nan Ling was sitting with Amuro Toru.

—To be more precise, Seven is sitting with Toru Amuro.

"... I am very sorry for taking the liberty to visit today."

When Toru Amuro stood up, although the boiled water in the glass in front of him was still not reduced at all, the steam that was still floating on it when he just sat down had disappeared completely now.

"If ml comes around, please be sure to let me know."

Nanling's response was to pick up the book next to him, and pull out the bookmark to continue the conversation that was interrupted by Toru Amuro's visit.

The emperor, who has always been busy, took the time to visit today precisely because he had heard about what happened in the organization—specifically, the conflict between Melo and Moro through the swarm of rats and the origin of cyan.

Since it happened in the underground world, Toru Amuro took a worried look at Melo's previous interest in Qi.

Seeing that everything was going on as usual, and Qi's personality was exactly the same indifferent as before, he was relieved.

"No." Nan Ling said without raising his head, while Toru Amuro, who knew his character, showed a helpless smile.

Kada—

Five seconds after the door was closed, Nanling closed the book with a 'snap', and there was an unmistakable interest in the eyes of those black beauties.

He raised his hand to remove the meticulous braids on the back of his head—Qi this vest has two points that he is not very satisfied with, one is that he has to control his expression, and the other is that he not only has to comb his hair, It also needs to be neatly combed - it is completely different from the 'Nanling' which is usually tied casually, and the 'Charter' which is not tied at all most of the time.

Nan Ling skillfully took off the beautiful boy, rubbed his aching scalp, let out a sigh of relief, and moved the muscles on his face.

When he tore off the medical mask that had been put on his face by Toru Amuro's sudden visit, he looked completely different from the indifferent and taciturn underground doctor.

…

Toru Amuro was a little preoccupied.

He just passed the information about the M7 laboratory building to Rum a few days ago. He has looked at it, and those things still have nothing to hurt the m7 or the tissue - this is of course normal, it is impossible for Chater to send his own handle, let alone send it to Rum .

Since it was deliberately sent to Rum, the information was mostly about personnel and administration, and had nothing to do with the real experiment content.

With Charter's personality, it is difficult to determine how much of the information he sent is true and how much is false.

But therein lies the problem.

Rum, always a quick-tempered man, was not very satisfied with the value of the information.

Toru Amuro didn't know if Rum had already started to put people in the m7 laboratory building. Even though he'd be happy to see an organization fight to the detriment of both, it's not very happy when he's a part of it himself.

The only consolation is probably that Charter is very high-level and elusive. Under this well-known premise, it seems understandable that he can't take advantage of him.

Still, Rum's patience won't last long.

It is necessary to obtain enough information before this—information is the bargaining chip. He didn't want to be exposed because of an internal strife, that would be too stupid.

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It would be best if I could see Charter again.

Impossible to come straight to the door, and other times... probably just hope they're on the side of the road—

"Hey, Bourbon!"

Toru Amuro raised his head, opened his eyes slightly and looked at Chat who was leaning against his car. The latter waved at him with a familiar, sly smile on his face.

Encounter?

"Charter." He tried his best to adjust his voice so that it didn't sound so surprised, "I don't usually see a busy person like you."

"How can you say that?" Nan Ling tilted his head and looked at him, pointing at him and himself, back and forth several times quickly, "We... tsk tsk, what's the matter, right?"

He raised his eyebrows suggestively as he spoke.

Toru Amuro thought to himself that if our relationship is really that close, you should at least give me your cell phone number—a private one, not the one being monitored by the organization.

"Then look at our relationship, let me remind you." Toru Amuro emphasized the pronunciation of 'relationship', walked up to him, and opened the car door without looking sideways, "Rum's patience is rapidly exhausting, you should give He's a little sweet."

"I'm about to do this." Nan Ling opened the car door very casually, jumped into the co-pilot, and turned to look at him, "Do you have any good suggestions for me to hear?"

Amuro glanced at the open car door at Nanling, "...Is there anyone from him in the m7 now?"

"How do I know this?" Nan Ling asked confidently, "Do you think I usually spend my precious time on counter-espionage activities?"

"I thought this was one of your responsibilities... Mr. M7's supervisor." Toru Amuro retorted habitually, "You'd better devote a little more attention to your small base instead of spending all your time on 'giving I'm a surprise' on something so boring."

"It's quite easy to find you." Nan Ling said relaxedly, "Are you interested in sharing what you and that good doctor talked about?"

Amuro paused for a second, then he turned his head in the direction of Nan Ling.

"You're spying on him."

"It's not just him—you already know what Melo and Cognac are up to, don't you?"

Toru Amuro asked flatly, "Does this have something to do with Qi?"

"Oh, that's great—why, you look a little angry?"

Nanling leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looking at the expressionless Toru Amuro with his head half tilted.

"Is it for the doctor inside? Have you misunderstood him?"

He noticed the emotion shown by Toru Amuro. He has always felt that Toru Amuro has an inexplicable desire to protect Seven, as if he is really a little white flower that is struggling to grow in the dark.

"I believe more in what my eyes see."

"Why him?" Nan Ling asked with great interest, "You don't think there is any difference between us—and him, right? The organization, or the underground world, the only difference between us is who falls deeper in hell, The ending is doomed the moment it falls, no matter what you do—”

"—he's a doctor—"

"—So? This doesn't change anything. The number of people who died in his hands may be several times more than the number of people he saved. Do you want to guess why he doesn't go to a decent hospital to be a decent doctor?"

There was a brief silence between them. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com

Nan Ling observed Amuro Toru, the latter's brows and eyes were tense.

He was familiar with that look.

In just a few seconds, he had already figured out the essence of Amuro Toru's abnormal attitude towards Qi - both of them were doing "good things" secretly, and this trivial commonality was probably enough to make people empathize - even project.

Amuro may not have realized it—but he did now.

And that's not a good thing.

"Forget what I said." Nan Ling leaned back on the chair again, with a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to him. What you should ask is what he will do."

Amuro looked at him deeply.

"I won't believe what you say."

"Look for yourself, I know." Nan Ling waved his hand, "That's why I want to give you a chance."