I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

the next morning.

The suspect is being questioned.

"Ha..." Nan Ling yawned.

Staying up late is really tiring.

"That kind of place is really not suitable for sleeping." Conan, who was sitting next to him, was also drowsy.

"In comparison, the young lady inside is really full of energy." Nan Ling's eyes were so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. "She has been yelling for at least ten minutes inside, right?"

"Officer Mumu is really working hard. Miss Heiyan doesn't seem to be very easy to deal with." Mao Lilan nodded with sympathy.

Miss Heiyan is the village chief's daughter, and is inquiring in the room inside.

It's a pity that, according to the information Nan Ling heard, although the lady's attitude was a little worse, it really didn't look like she was motivated.

It is to suffer the ears of their group of people...

"Conan?" Maurilan called out strangely as he watched Conan jump off the chair.

"Ah...I, um, I'm going to the bathroom." Conan touched his head.

Seeing Conan's sudden awakening, Nan Ling regained his spirits a little.

After being bored for so long, a case is finally about to happen?

He watched Conan's back disappear into the corridor not far away, and was curious about what was going to happen next.

Okay, so let's start the no-prize quiz - who will be the next person to die?

Nan Ling looked around for a week.

Miss Heiyan, who was being questioned inside, was obviously not included, and her boyfriend, who was walking back from the bathroom, couldn't suddenly die in front of everyone's eyes.

One of the candidates, Mr. Shimizu, and the women's clothing boss, Narumi Asai, were all within his sight.

Nishimoto, who had always been panicked, just left. Well, sure enough...

"Eh?"

Nan Ling raised his eyebrows.

The brisk piano sound suddenly sounded in the hall, interrupting Nan Ling's thoughts.

"This is... the second movement of Moonlight?" Mao Lilan stood up with a worried expression, looking around for the source of the sound.

"Is it upstairs?" Nan Ling had already walked along the road that Conan passed by just now. Unsurprisingly, at the door of the broadcasting room, he saw Conan with a serious face, and Nishimoto, who was too frightened and fell to the ground.

The deceased was Mayor Kuroiwa, who seemed to have committed suicide by hanging himself.

The crowd soon rushed over in a commotion.

When Miss Heiyan saw her father's body, she showed a mixed look of horror and disbelief.

"Where is the forensic doctor?" Mu Mu turned to look at his subordinate.

"Because the last deceased was to be dissected, the forensic doctor went to Tokyo."

"What! At such a time..."

Naruto Asai hesitated for a while, then stood up, "Well, if I can?"

"Miss Chengshi..." Mao Lilan called out worriedly.

Nan Ling looked curiously at Shigeru Asai, who had a determined face.

Oh? Mingming said last night that he didn't want to do the autopsy again.

Out of a sense of justice?

……

"I think the deceased should have been killed a few minutes before the body was found," Asai said.

"That's true." Mu Mu took out a tape, "There is more than five minutes of blank space in the front of this tape."

After Nan Ling heard this, she stared at the corpse in a daze.

Maybe in the eyes of others, he was meditating, but no one bothered him anyway.

Speaking of which, he was allowed to sneak in at the scene of the murder, and no one was in charge of it?

Conan's police are really lazy.

"what--!"

Ah?

Nan Ling was terrified by this unexpected shout.

He turned his head and saw that it was Conan who was punched by Mouri Kogoro onto the music score drawn on the ground. Several people thought the evidence was destroyed, so they all let out a scream of horror.

Really, be quiet next time, it's a big sin to influence others to be in a daze.

Nan Ling turned his head, then went into a daze.

Aah... It's really boring, how did you know the murderer so quickly?

Obviously, you still want to watch Conan perform, so wouldn't there be no surprises at all?

Although the chain of evidence to solve the case is also very important, sure enough, the climax of the reasoning is to point out the culprit!

If you lose this cool point...

It's like instant noodles without seasoning packets, or milk tea without pearls! Damn!

After all, why is the prisoner so careless!

Nan Ling: I lost my brilliance.

Nan Ling, who was suddenly spoiled, was like a piao. From the time the police checked the scene to when they started to review the alibi, Nan Ling didn't recover.

"Um..." Conan looked at the notebook in his hand and fell into deep thought.

It recorded the music score on the ground that he had just seen at the scene.

It was still written in blood.

For a while, Conan, who really couldn't think of the meaning of the code, frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly thought--

——Isn't Nan Ling still beside him?

Although he is not as smart as himself (Nan Ling: I just smiled and said nothing), and his logical thinking is erratic (Nan Ling: You know the shit), he is quite reliable sometimes.

Maybe you can provide yourself with some inspiration?

"Hey, Brother Nan," Conan raised his head with a small notebook, but unexpectedly saw Nan Ling with a erratic face, "...Brother Nan, what's the matter with you?"

Conan's tone was somewhat frightened.

It's not that he makes a fuss, it's really that Nan Ling's expression is no longer simply distracted! It looks like someone's soul has been sucked away!

"Huh...?" Nan Ling responded subconsciously ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and turned around to see Conan holding a book and grabbing at the corner of his shirt.

Ah yes, the method of crime has not yet been solved, this can be regarded as a surprise...

Nan Ling comforted himself for a while, and when he spoke again, he was almost back to normal, "I'm sorry, I lost my mind."

He pointed to the sheet music on the notebook, "Are you here to ask me this? Let's say it first, I'm not very good at thinking about this."

"It's okay, I've never come up with the result." Conan nodded.

Huh, everyone is fine.

If it wasn't for Conan being a staunch materialist, he would have thought that Nan Ling was possessed by something.

"Ah, let me take a look..." Nan Ling glanced at the strange arrangement of notes on the score, and had a general idea.

It's not that he is smarter than Conan, or that he is good at solving puzzles...

He is very familiar with music, sheet music, etc., at least more than Conan. When he sees the notes, he will subconsciously bring them to the letters.

Although this code is not arranged according to the rules in music theory, it does not prevent this idea from being very similar.

However, he still had to complain.

"Not only did the murderer not study well in physics, but also in music theory, it seems."

And it was too careless, I was caught off guard when my identity was exposed, and I wasn't ready yet.

This year's murderer can't do it.

Nan Ling bent his fingers in dissatisfaction and tapped the cover of the notebook.

Conan looked bewildered.

"what?"

Wait a minute, I've been thinking about the secret code that I haven't come up with for a long time, you can understand it at a glance?

Nan Ling, you also said that you can't reason! ?