I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"Huh?" Nan Ling's 5.3 vision gave full play to its importance. He reached out and picked up a sheet of music from the piano, "Musical sheet? Wasn't it here before?"

Everyone in the crowd who saw the sheet music showed panicked expressions.

However, one person's reaction was a bit violent.

"Ah—!" The older otaku who had been panicked before shouted, as if he had seen some kind of ghost, and then strode out, accompanied by bursts of screams.

"Who is that person?" Kogoro Mori looked at the man who ran away with a foolish look.

"That's Mr. Nishimoto." The village chief's secretary said in his trembling voice, "Two years ago, after the previous village chief died, he became a little..."

Mouri Kogoro nodded thoughtfully.

Nan Ling touched his nose.

Two years ago, Nishimoto's temperament changed greatly because of what he saw, maybe he knew something, this kind of...

This person will definitely die, absolutely.

Well, the suspicion of this person can be ruled out.

"Dad!" Mao Lilan dragged a police uncle... No, it should be the police grandpa who ran over.

"Why is it so slow?" Kogoro Mouri complained.

"Because he's not at the police station, I've been looking for him for a long time."

Nan Ling understood the moment he saw the old man.

Well, hello, Mr. Clue Tool.

Because it was too late, Kogoro Mouri was going to let everyone disband, and wait until the Tokyo Police Station arrives tomorrow to ask questions.

Nan Ling rubbed his eyebrows helplessly.

Alas, let's not say whether this is suitable or not...

Isn't this night enough for the prisoner to formulate his own testimony and obliterate some evidence?

It really depends on reasoning to solve the case? No need for evidence?

Reasoning should also pay attention to the Basic Law!

But Nan Ling didn't bother to care about these matters. Since Kogoro Mouri said so, he didn't have any opinion.

Isn't salted fish fragrant when watching a play?

Moon Shadow Island is not big, and they happen to live in the same house. So Nanling was going to follow Mouri Kogoro...and Asai Naruto...to go back to the hotel together?

Wait a minute, why are you talking and laughing so much when I didn't notice?

Nan Ling looked at Mao Lilan, who was happily chatting with Naruto Asai, and at Conan, who was listening to their chat earnestly, and sighed.

If they knew that this was a big boss in women's clothing, wouldn't their mentality be a little bit broken?

"Hey Conan." Nan Ling patted Conan on the shoulder and sat down leisurely on the windowsill, "Do you have any clues, little detective?"

"I don't have a clue." Conan sighed and looked at Kogoro Mori, who was bragging about how powerful he was to Naruto Asai.

"Do you think the murderer didn't learn physics well?" Nan Ling asked.

"Ah?" Conan looked confused, and Nan Ling's topic changed unexpectedly, "What are you talking about?"

"What do you think," Nan Ling really wanted to complain about this to others, "If the song Moonlight refers to the light in the notice, then if there is a light source, wouldn't the shadow appear instead? How could it disappear? ?"

"Hey, are you listening to me..." Nan Ling looked at Conan, who had fallen into deep thought, and sighed weakly.

God knows which sentence he said wrong and which brain circuit of this little brat was stimulated.

Just because of Nan Ling's words, Conan, who was rethinking the content of the notice, felt a thought flash through his mind like lightning.

"The shadow begins to disappear...begins...that is to say, it doesn't mean the end! This murder is not over yet!" Conan jumped up from his chair, ran to Mouri Kogoro and told him aloud. conjecture.

"I see, every death is related to the moonlight..." Mouri Kogoro stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"This sheet music... it's moonlight!" Xiao Lan, who was holding the piece of paper beside her, also said in surprise.

"What!" Kogoro Mouri exclaimed loudly, "Try to play it."

"Yeah!" Maurilan nodded.

She was obviously not familiar with this piece of "Moonlight", she stumbled and stumbled, and the rhythm was always wrong, but at least the notes were wrong—

Nan Ling frowned upon hearing this.

——The chaotic notes hit the keys, and the sound is by no means a beautiful piece of music.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Kogoro Mori interrupted Maurilan's playing first.

"No, it's this score." Mao Lilan pointed to the piece of paper she placed on the piano, "There's something wrong with this later."

"It's definitely not moonlight here." Nan Ling had already stood behind Mao Lilan, and carefully scrutinized the arrangement of the notes, "Unless Beethoven suddenly wanted to create some postmodern stream of consciousness, this kind of weird thing would never be possible. It's part of the tune."

"Could it be the information left by the murderer?" Conan thought seriously.

"You guys are still here." Naruto Asai, who didn't know when to leave, walked in with a lunch box, "I have supper."

Nan Ling's attention was immediately attracted.

"...Ugh, it's sushi!" Nan Ling's eyes lit up.

"Brother Nan, don't stare at it with the eyes of a devil who hasn't eaten for a long time." Why is Nan Ling so naive?

For the 180th time today, Conan felt that this person's mental age may not be older than him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You don't understand, Conan. "Nan Ling has a deep face," There is only delicious food in this world. "

"Yes, yes." Conan replied in a long voice.

"It's perfunctory me again." Nan Ling pinched Conan's soft and gentle bun face, "Keep this sentence in your heart, little brat!"

"Yes!" Conan gave him a helpless look and a (pseudo) energetic response.

"That's right." Nan Ling turned his head in satisfaction and started enjoying the food.

Ah, so delicious.

The happiness of food is unimaginable happiness.

Eel sushi, fried shrimp, tempura, salmon, tamagoyaki, creamy potato salad, seaweed rice balls, oily fish roe warships!

……

It turned out to be like this.

Nan Ling lay on the floor, feeling helpless after a long time.

Because Kogoro Mouri thought that the moonlight and the piano were important clues in the crime, he finally decided to stay in this room with the piano.

Of course, at the same time, he was accompanied by the already cold corpse.

Nan Ling turned to look at Kogoro Mouri, who had started snoring, and then looked at Conan, who had the same helpless expression as him, "Actually, I knew it would be like this."

"It was clearly agreed that we would keep watch together." Conan muttered angrily.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Mauri is obviously a detective, but he's not at all like what I imagined." Nan Ling touched his chin and smiled maliciously, "I should say it's informal... Anyway, I can't think of him at all. How can he solve the case so sharply?"

Conan smiled wryly.

Hehe, of course, that's because I helped him solve those cases.