I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Nan Ling watched Conan leave to look for evidence, and quietly approached the curator.

"Mr. Curator?"

The gray-bearded curator turned his head and said somewhat unexpectedly, "Ah... who are you?"

"My name is Nan Ling." Nan Ling smiled harmlessly, "I'm Mr. Maori's friend."

As usual, he set his eyes on Huotian not far away, and said casually, "I'm just a little curious about your motive, so I came here to ask."

——!

The curator was surprised.

Obviously there is no evidence pointing to him at all, how did this young man...?

However, after years of cultivating qi, he still pretended to be very calm: "Why do you think I'm a murderer? You must speak with evidence."

Nan Ling tilted his head and looked at the curator who maintained a friendly smile, "Don't be nervous. I didn't intend to catch you. Of course I have no evidence."

His attitude was still calm, not like talking to a murderer at all: "I'm just curious, can you tell me, curator?"

"I'd like to hear your reasoning first." The curator said drippingly.

"Really?" Nan Ling smiled incredulously, "Then listen carefully—"

He blinked mysteriously.

The curator showed a slightly puzzled look.

"--My guess."

Nan Ling showed a mischievous smile.

Metaphysics detectives are so cool.

No, should we say scientific reasoning?

In short, solving the case is all about guesswork.

"Ah, no, shouldn't I be more sincere? After all, I came over to hear the story." Nan Ling coughed lightly and decided to make up a reason that sounded very unclear.

"Have you heard of profiling?"

The old curator obviously hadn't heard of this term, so he looked at Nan Ling with a bewildered expression.

Well, how to explain this?

Nan Ling pinched his chin and thought about it.

Although he doesn't actually know how to profile, it doesn't prevent him from using this thing to deceive people.

"The profile is... I imagine myself as the murderer, and then imagine what the murderer will do. It's a method of solving crimes based on empathy."

Nan Ling said nonsense.

He knew that profiling could never be so simple and metaphysical, but... the curator didn't understand it anyway.

Then he repeated the reasoning he and Conan had said.

Of course, he didn't mention any theories like "the most suspicious one is definitely not the murderer", otherwise people would probably regard him as a madman who has read too many mystery novels.

"You mean, you put yourself in the hands of the murderer?" The curator said slowly, "Won't this cause any psychological problems?"

How can you be so hard to deceive?

Is it because you have no evidence in your hand?

However, this question is quite easy to answer.

"As long as I go crazy first, no one can drive me crazy." Nan Ling replied very naturally.

Curator: "???"

"Just kidding." Nan Ling put away the happy expression on his face, and said with a little seriousness, "I really like the crime scene you set up. It has both artistic and ritual sense. The fly in the ointment is a little less beauty."

He turned his head and glanced at the corpse in disgust, "But this person is also quite ugly. I can't blame you for the problem of raw materials."

The curator didn't know how to react to this for a while.

Is this person a little too calm in the face of a dead corpse who can judge his appearance casually?

and……

Your three views are very wrong! Obviously I am a murderer, why do you seem to be more dangerous than me!

At least it sounds like a serial killer started!

Coupled with the profile that Nan Ling said just now, that is, the words that brought into the murderer's mind...

Isn't this person already crazy because there are too many crazy people profiled?

"Don't show that expression." Nan Ling was a little helpless, "My spirit is very normal, and I don't have any strange interests."

My own interest is obviously to fish.

Oh, maybe there is a little bit of liking for surgery... But that's also a matter of saving people.

He really has no special interest in breaking the law, really.

If it weren't for the organization—especially the gin pressuring him...

Nan Ling sighed like a social animal.

"Since you don't want to say it, let me guess?" Nan Ling looked at the silent curator and started talking on his own.

"What was imitated at the scene was 'God Punishment', so what must the deceased have done that is evil in your opinion?"

Nan Ling looked at the painting quietly hanging on the wall again without the slightest emotion: "You think that you are punishing evil for the gods, but in the end, you turned your back on the light. I don't know if it's worth it?"

The curator didn't say anything for a while.

Nan Ling didn't speak again.

"...You're right, young man." The curator sighed and said slowly, "Although the demon was killed by a righteous knight, he was also baptized by evil blood."

The curator looked at the knight covered in dark red blood in the painting, and his eyes were complicated under his gray and white eyebrows: "This means that he is also contaminated by demons."

"Oh, you are so miserable." Nan Ling ignored the old man's sigh and nodded indifferently to him, "So what's the motive?"

Curator: "..."

You made me finish my repentance!

The atmosphere has been questioned by you!

"It's because he bought this art museum~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The curator decided not to hide it anymore," he said clearly that he would let me continue to operate... But after buying it, he changed his mind and said that he would put this place Converted into a hotel. "

"I see those works of art as my children, and he wants to sell them all!"

The curator became more and more excited and his voice became louder.

Megumi and Mauri are already walking towards this side curiously.

"...Because of his selfishness, he wants to destroy this sacred art museum." The curator sighed.

"You set up all the props and the angles at which they were placed." Nan Ling looked at the crowd that was gradually surrounding him, and slightly amplified his voice.

The sound of small discussions has gradually sounded around them, and the eyes of the staff looking at the curator have gradually begun to waver.

"That's right." The curator's words seemed to confirm something, "I have calculated everything carefully, and I have practiced here several times."

"Oh, the rumor that 'medieval armor can walk' was right." Nan Ling nodded absently.

To be honest, after he knew the motive, he lost interest a bit.

Well-regarded motives are not fun at all.

"What!" Kogoro Mouri's loud voice rang out, "Are you the murderer?"

Officer Mumu also took out his notebook in shock to prepare for recording.

Nan Ling felt that there was nothing to develop in this case, and he had no interest in the curator's surrender.

He wanted to find out where Conan is now.

...he really just wanted to ask about his motives before, but he didn't expect to ask someone directly to turn himself in.

Ah, I wonder if Conan will be a little dumbfounded when he comes back after he has worked so hard to find evidence?