I'm the Pay Thief at the Winery Chapter 363

Nan Ling narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"You can be less curious."

"Uh..." Conan hesitated for a while, and when he saw Nan Ling's expression, he reluctantly changed his words, his tone was sincere.

"Okay, I can."

But he was silent for a while, still unable to restrain his curiosity.

"...Speaking of which, aren't you really from there? Then why do you know so much? Didn't Qi say that people from the two worlds shouldn't have an intersection?"

Nan Ling's expression froze slightly, and then a malicious smile appeared on his face, with a faint tone.

"Kun Conan."

"Huh?" Conan shuddered.

Why did Nanling suddenly call him by another name? It sounds really strange.

The smile on Nan Ling's face deepened a lot, "Did you know that curiosity will kill the cat?"

Conan retorted subconsciously, "I'm not a cat."

Moreover, curiosity is the nature of detectives, how can it be so easily restrained.

"Oh?" Nan Ling smiled vaguely.

In the next second, Conan felt that his ears were being grabbed, and Nan Ling's voice suddenly sounded very close to his ears - the voice was as good as ever, but the tone was really not very friendly.

"If Conan-kun is not a cat, I can make you too."

Nan Ling paused for a while, "You just need to know, I know all the seven, that's all."

Conan felt that his hair was blown up, and immediately looked back at him.

Nan Ling, however, sat back comfortably as if nothing had happened, and greeted Maurilan and Maori Kogoro naturally when they returned to their seats. The profile of his face looks very harmless, and he can't see his evil nature at all.

Conan sighed.

It seems that Nan Ling does not intend to answer this question any more. His relationship with Qi is also closer than he imagined before.

So, are they really just brothers and sisters?

... But fortunately, he didn't care about his previous offensive actions.

This is great.

"It's not bad." Nan Ling hiccupped contentedly, "Osaka ramen, grilled octopus balls, and pancakes... Osaka is such a good place."

"We even went to Tongtian Pavilion." Conan complained, "Why do you remember what you ate?"

"Hey, this place is much better than Tokyo." Hattori Heiji smiled proudly.

"I told you, don't say that."

Nan Ling suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed, "If you didn't take us for a ride in a police car, my impression of Osaka would probably be better."

The painting style was quite normal when I came last time...

"That's it." Conan said along with him.

"Ahaha..." Hattori Heiji scratched his head embarrassedly, "Isn't he quite handsome."

"I think you have misunderstood the word 'handsome'." Nan Ling showed an embarrassed but polite smile, "Where is the next place to go? Are there any other delicious foods?"

Conan looked at him hesitantly, "Aren't you full yet?"

Nan Ling touched his chin and said with a serious face, "Although theoretically I should be full... But if there is something delicious, I can be full."

"Then let's get in the car first." Hattori Heiji opened the car door and winked at Nan Ling.

Just as Nan Ling put his hand on the car door, he heard some strange movements.

His ears moved and he glanced up.

Conan looked at him suspiciously, "Brother Nan?"

Nan Ling's expression gradually became speechless, but he didn't have time to say anything.

"Ah... it fell."

The corpse — a corpse, of course — landed right on the hood of the police car.

The murder (finally) happened.

"Who the **** is this man?" Mauri Kogoro looked at the corpse half in shock and half inquisitively.

"I don't know." Hattori Heiji looked serious.

Conan on the side was barely able to reach the hood, but he stretched his neck to observe the corpse.

"There's another person above." Nan Ling raised his head and said calmly.

Hattori Heiji and Conan ran away after hearing the words.

"Why are you running so fast?" Nan Ling shrugged, "Do they think the murderer might stay upstairs?"

As it turns out, it can't.

The man upstairs was just called to the rooftop by the killer with a phone call, and the moment he opened the door, the mechanism was triggered, causing the body to fall down—according to the stiffness of the body, he should have been dead for more than a day.

But the real murderer has not yet been found, and another clue ran at the scene-a middle-aged woman looked very scared when she saw the corpse, and then drove away in a car. Fortunately, Conan had written down the other party's license plate number and didn't bring his skateboard.

Nan Ling sighed and sat in the police station listening to them discuss the common points of several victims - yes, this is actually a serial murder case.

He looked up at the sky...the ceiling, and mourned for the food he hadn't eaten in his heart.

——Ah, delicious, I probably won't have the chance to spoil you all today.

He remembered that the last time he came to Osaka, there was a restaurant where the tempura was delicious. Seeing this, he didn't have a chance to pass.

"Brother Nan, didn't you have something to do when you came to Osaka?" Conan took the photo and looked at Nan Ling as if he suddenly remembered something, "Won't it delay your business?"

Nan Ling blinked.

"Ah...I totally forgot about it."

Just in case, wait for Conan to leave, and then go to work in the organization. Otherwise, Conan's aura of passively discovering organizational clues will probably be directly deducted on his head.

Conan hesitated.

——Nan Ling doesn't seem to be worried at all.

"It won't be delayed." Nan Ling added the answer~www.mtlnovel.com~ and changed the subject casually, "Aren't you going to find that lady now?"

"Oh yes." Conan flipped through the information, "Miss Okazaki, right..."

No accident - no Nan Ling accident - is that Miss Okazaki is already a step ahead. And the body is not in his own home, but in the public toilet downstairs.

"Strange, police officer Sakata Mingming has already told her not to go out, why did she still run out by herself?" Conan frowned.

"I'm going to die." Nan Ling looked around and replied casually, "I guess I'm very guilty, so I ran out."

Maybe this guy has done something wrong...

How many of Conan's dead are completely innocent, can there be ten percent?

Alas, if it's all revenge drama, he'll be aesthetically tired too. So let's get him a pure villain Kangkang. If you have a good time, you might even make friends.

"The dagger went through the purse and into the chest." Hattori Heiji lowered his head and pondered, "It's the exact same modus operandi."

Chapter end

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