I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

The clouds on the equatorial night are like light down feathers, slowly drifting over to cover the bright moonlight.

Nanling stood in front of Kudo Shinichi, the two of them were only a few meters away, so close that they could grab each other with just a few steps. However, there are always some dramatic things happening in this world. For example, the clouds in the sky now just cover half of the moonlight, casting a shadow on Nanling, and casting misty silver on Kudo Shinichi's body. The boundary line between light and dark is drawn between the two like creases on origami paper. A few steps away is like a moat.

Like an unkind metaphor.

"Don't keep silent, detective." Nan Ling said. The conversation between the two of them always seems to be started by him. At this time, he always looks like nothing happened, and his tone is ridiculously relaxed, "What else do you want to tell me? Tell me in advance, sincerely The time for talking has passed, and I don't have the hobby of talking with people every night."

Kudo Shinichi felt that he would never understand why Nanling could so lightly bring up some matters that should be taken seriously, and he would never understand why Nanling wanted to talk about his own affairs so lightly.

Obviously he should also know his purpose.

"...I have already notified the police." When Kudo Shinichi said this, he always felt that the pronunciation of each word became so difficult, like gravel embedded in his throat, which made him painful. "In their Before I come, I have an obligation to watch over you."

"I should thank you for notifying the ICPO (Interpol)?" The smile on the corner of Nanling's mouth disappeared briefly, "Be merciful to me—is this out of your selfishness, detective?"

Kudo Shinichi didn't want to answer this question.

"Ah... I see." Nan Ling shook his fingers, "Because you can't find out my identity at all. Maybe you have a criminal record of 'Chat' in your hand, but you can't prove that it is me. You have to track down A dead person, a non-existent person, it's not easy."

That's why the police need to take action-the Japanese police itself is a shady intelligence organization, and it must be easy to do dirty work that does not meet the regulations.

"So you notified the police...but I think they haven't arrived in Singapore so soon." Nan Ling said with a smile, "Otherwise I should be facing the police officer Jianggu now."

And not a high school detective.

"Then here comes the problem." Nan Ling snapped his fingers crisply, shook his finger and pointed at Kudo Shinichi, looking very happy, "How do you ensure that I won't run away? Let me explain in advance that I have to deal with you like this." Yes, it will be done in about five seconds."

If Furutani Rei or Akai Shuichi came, it might be a little troublesome—no, it’s not a little troublesome—but if it’s just Kudo Shinichi alone, it won’t be any bigger than the excessive amount of dim sum he bought from Chinatown yesterday It is more difficult to pack small bags back to the hotel.

Kudo Shinichi shook his head.

"I can't make sure you don't run away," he said. "I just wanted to have a few words with you. It's up to you to leave."

"Ah..." Nan Ling recited this word repeatedly for three days, and after a long while he chuckled, "It seems that this is the time for the protagonist to talk? Well, let me listen to it."

Kudo Shinichi came to persuade him to surrender.

— That is to say, if you voluntarily return to the supervision of the public security, you will probably stay under surveillance for the rest of your life. After all, he was indeed an executioner with blood on his hands, the so-called 'potential instability factor'.

From a legal point of view, Nan Ling certainly knew that this was 'correct', and he also knew that he deserved it no matter whether he was arrested or died anywhere. But this doesn't mean that he is willing to be guarded, and it doesn't mean that he just got rid of the organization's control and can voluntarily walk into another cage in a blink of an eye.

But it is impossible for Nanling to tell Kudo Shinichi about this, just as he will never say that the thing he hates and fears the most in his life is being locked up, nor will he say that if he wants to go to prison, he will choose death first , you're forcing me to die by sending me to jail, like trying to tame a sparrow—it's murder.

Anyway, Kudo Shinichi couldn't do anything to him.

It is even more impossible to convince him.

Nanling looked at Kudo Shinichi leisurely, and the latter took a deep breath.

"I've been thinking about that story you told—the devil in the bottle," Kudo said. "If the bottle really represents a part of you, why do you use that metaphor? Why let it go Bind you?"

The devil wasn't put in voluntarily from the start—he was trapped in the bottle. Even after a long time. If Nan Ling didn't think that it was actually a kind of bondage, he wouldn't have said that.

Nan Ling looked at him with a strange look, "Does this question make sense?"

"Of course!" Kudo Shinichi's eyes were firm, "Because people are shaped by past experiences, not bound by past experiences."

He was almost convinced by Nanling last night—this world is so indifferent, chaotic and disorderly, morality and justice may not exist objectively. Nanling is simply the best example. He is like the embodiment of some kind of moral dilemma, a kind of human contradiction or a question that has no correct answer. He is a child standing alone on the railroad tracks in the trolley problem, but he stands up voluntarily and does not need to be asked. save.

However, Kudo Shinichi finally chose to believe in human nature and law, and believed that the world would become better and better—believe in hope. Therefore, he believed that even people like Nan Ling could be saved. Because justice is supposed to save everyone, there is no absolute moral dilemma in reality, and there should be no sacrifice.

Even if he himself gave up on himself.

Kudo Shinichi looked at Nan Ling with a glimmer of hope, but was disappointed to find that he didn't seem to respond at all.

"'People are shaped by past experiences rather than bound by past experiences'...that's a good statement." Nan Ling nodded approvingly, and he couldn't see any signs of being moved, "but shaping and restraint are different. What's the essential difference? We can't fight it, can't we?"

The moment we are born is like signing a contract for a lifetime. But maybe one day we will ask ourselves who signed it for me.

Man cannot choose his birth, nor can he choose his death. Nan Ling once heard a saying that the greatest act of violence that humans can inflict on their own kind in this world is when parents choose to give birth to a new life. Because only at this time, the object of this behavior, that is, the child born, is absolutely irresistible.

Children can neither choose the fact that they are born nor how they are raised. The character of each of us is not determined by ourselves. You are shaped by your parents when you are young, and shaped by society when you grow up. Not only does this shaping exist before our awareness, but we can never escape it. In a sense, shaping is a kind of bondage.

"No." But Shinichi Kudo said, "There is a difference."

He took two steps closer, just standing on the dividing line between light and dark.

"There's a difference," Kudo repeated. "You can choose to be a better person. Nothing in this world will never change—our choices make sense. Even though the process may be very difficult." For a long time, it may be painful, and there may be no results in the end. But."

The moon slowly floated out from the clouds, and those sky-like blue eyes were filled with pure silvery white light. When Nan Ling looked at him, he felt in a daze that he was looking at a mirror.

"—but," he said, "I think we should always hope—all human wisdom is contained in these four words: 'wait' and 'hope.'"

Nan Ling knew that he was quoting "The Count of Monte Cristo", of course he had read this book - otherwise he would not have recommended it to Hui Yuan Ai. It's just that he never seriously thought about this sentence.

all human wisdom. Wait and hope.

He looked into Kudo Shinichi's eyes. It was then that he realized that the biggest difference between him and Kudo Shinichi was not killing or not killing, believing in the law or not believing in the law, believing in justice or not believing in justice. They have all seen the ugliest side of human nature, but they gave completely different answers. Nan Ling learned a long time ago to give up unrealistic expectations and to give up pinning her life on others. Kudo Shinichi still chooses to believe in the goodness of human nature, and believes that their choices can change anything—in short, Nan Ling gave up hope, and Kudo Shinichi still believes in hope.

For Nan Ling, hope is a carrot hanging in front of a donkey but never eaten, a kind of malice that throws people on a jumping machine to torture, and a joke that is not funny at all, full of malice—it has always been Not a good thing. So Nanling thought it was good for Kudo Shinichi not to let him know that he was still alive.

But maybe, that's not the case for Shinichi Kudo.

Nan Ling couldn't tell if this was a good thing, and he never needed any redemption. But he decided to give Shinichi Kudo a chance.

"...Okay." Nanling sighed and shrugged, "You convinced me, Kudo-kun—I wanted to find a chance to give you some medicine to make you forget what happened during this period."

Kudo Shinichi always felt a chill in the back of his head when he heard it.

"At least you won't do it now?"

"Guess?" Nan Ling said in an ambiguous tone. Then he took two brisk steps forward and stood in front of Kudo Shinichi.

Kudo Shinichi used a lot of courage to not retreat from Nanling's vague threats.

Nan Ling looked him up and down, and suddenly smiled.

"You'll remember everything that happened here," he said. "You'll also remember that there's a criminal on the loose in this world, and you want to catch him—and more importantly, save him. You Hopeful about it. It might be a curse, it might be a blessing. Anyway—"

He patted Kudo Shinichi lightly on the shoulder. The dark night was reflected in those silver eyes, like a slowly rotating black hole.

Kudo Shinichi blinked. In his line of sight, Nan Ling's mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't hear it clearly. He wanted to say something more, but he felt that his eyes were suddenly in a trance, the lights on the deck were floating and fading like watercolors, and the sound of the waves had never been so clear. He tried his best to widen his eyes amidst the sound of the sea tide like breathing, but he couldn't find the black figure anymore.

He woke up suddenly. A seagull passed by near the deck, and Kudo Shin subconsciously let his eyes follow the bird for half a circle. Then he found himself alone on the deck at some point.

Perhaps there is also a faint smell of hazelnut latte coming from nowhere, which is about to be blown away by the wind, which can prove that Nanling has once appeared.

The words Nan Ling left behind when he left suddenly became clear.

"—I will look forward to the next reunion with you."

forever free.

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"The moment we were born, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com seemed to sign a contract for our whole life. But maybe one day we will ask ourselves, who signed it for me." From Saramago's "Manifesto of Fuming"

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I have finished writing the two side stories that I mainly want to write, so it can be regarded as a supplement to the main text.

There may or may not be extra episodes later, depending on my time and interests. If there is, there is a high probability that it will be written about Zhu Fu Jingguang/Amuro Toru, and it will be related to the bride of Halloween but the plot will be changed magically, and the small probability will be written in parallel with "If Nanling is the Red Fang" World episodes should be relatively easy...probably.

In addition to the two brain holes mentioned, maybe when there is a new inspiration, there will be a side story with an uncertain theme... Now I am really waiting and hoping.

(cuckoo)

All in all, I look forward to our next reunion. (laugh)

(end of this chapter)

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