I'm the Pay Thief at the Winery Chapter 77

"It's useless to deny it, Mr. Kuotian!" An employee with a passer-by face said, "You secretly took out the artwork and sold it, and after the boss found out, he is asking you for huge damages, isn't it? "

"Ah...that..." Kubota was visibly frightened, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Is what he said true?" Mumu continued to ask aggressively.

"Yes, but..." Kuotian took another two steps back, "These two things have nothing to do with it! It wasn't me who killed him!"

"Forget it. After my subordinates find out the armor used by the murderer, everything will be revealed." Megumi ignored Kubota's rebuttal, and instead asked his subordinates about the progress of finding evidence.

"Hey - Officer Mumu." Conan suddenly extended his voice and said loudly, "I found this ballpoint pen."

"Oh? Well done, kid." Officer Mumu strode over.

Well done Detective Reaper... That's right.

Nan Ling looked at the murderer from the side.

Um... Really calm.

But generally speaking, to create such a ritualistic murder scene, the psychological quality must be very high.

This makes sense.

I don't know what his motive for killing was...

Nan Ling always felt that the reasons for killing many people in Conan were outrageous.

"It's a ballpoint pen specially made for the 50th anniversary of the Rice Flower Art Museum." The dean was explaining the origin of the pen to Officer Mumu, "As long as it is a related person, everyone will have it."

Oh...that blurs the ownership of the pen, and there is no way to use it as a clue. good means.

"That's who forgot about it here." Officer Mumu didn't really care, he spun the tip of the pen out and wrote a few words on his notebook.

"The color and thickness are the same. I'm afraid it's the one used by the victim."

Conan was lost in thought.

It's so strange... Mr. Kubota should know that there is a monitor in this room.

Did you specifically choose to kill people here in order to imitate that painting?

But he didn't seem to care much about art works before...

Conan thought about how Kubota treated artworks rudely before, and became even more puzzled.

Is it possible for that person to come up with such a design?

"What are you thinking? With such a serious expression." Nan Ling said next to Conan.

"Wow!" Conan was taken aback by Nan Ling's sudden appearance. After seeing who it was, he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother Nan, you scared me."

"Ah? I'm sorry." Nan Ling made an insincere apology.

Looking at the relaxed look on this man's face, Conan couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

This person...why can't you be more serious, obviously there are still unsolved cases.

Eh? not……

"Brother Nan, do you already know who the culprit is?" Conan asked innocently.

...I don't even think about how a real child would calmly ask such a question at the crime scene.

Conan originally just asked casually to see what Nan Ling thought about the incident.

did not expect……

"Ah? Yes. Of course I know who the culprit is." Nan Ling said as usual.

"That's right—heh, wait!" Conan's first half sentence had already come out of his mouth, before he realized what Nan Ling had said.

He looked at Nan Ling in surprise, "You already know who the culprit is?!"

Nan Ling quickly covered Conan's mouth, "Shh. You're too loud."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Conan also realized that his volume was too loud just now, and continued to ask in a low voice, "So, Brother Nan thinks who the culprit is? Is it really Mr. Kubota?"

Now that I think about it, it can be said that the clear culprit is him.

Although Conan still finds it suspicious, if Nanling thinks the culprit is him, it makes sense.

"Of course not." Nan Ling rejected Conan's candidate without thinking.

"Eh?" Conan was a little confused.

Although it's the same as what he thought... But don't you think it's a bit too decisive?

He is only suspicious now, but Nan Ling denied it directly and plainly!

"Why, Brother Nan?" Conan really couldn't understand why Nan Ling was able to rule out Kuotian's suspicion so quickly.

Obviously, even the last words left by the deceased are Kuotian's name, and now he is still the most suspicious.

"Why did Conan forget what I taught you last time." Nan Ling bent down to look at Conan, with a hint of resentment in his tone.

Last time?

Conan tried his best to think about it.

Ah, was it the one on the Shinkansen?

But he remembered that it didn't seem to be serious—

"—So, the most suspicious person is definitely not the murderer!" Before Conan could stop him, Nan Ling had already said these words righteously.

He knew...

Conan stroked his forehead.

He knew that there would be no useful reasoning from Nan Ling's mouth.

Really, he seems to be such a reliable person at ordinary times, why does his logic start to get confused when he talks about reasoning, so that he doesn't know where to start complaining.

"In this way, we can rule out Mr. Kuotian's suspicion." Nan Ling concluded naturally.

Hey, isn't this a bit sloppy?

Conan Half Moon Eye.

Nan Ling has already said to himself, "Since Mr. Kuotian is not the murderer, the note at the scene must be the real murderer's blame~www.mtlnovel.com~ blame..." Conan did not continue complaining about Nanling. logic, but muttered thoughtfully.

He felt as if he had grasped something.

"That's right. Although I don't know how to use it." Nan Ling nodded, "and, if I were the murderer, I would definitely not just leave a note at the scene, but would do it better. ."

"A little more perfect?" Conan raised his head to look at Nan Ling, "Are you referring to that armor?"

"The armor is indeed very important evidence." Nan Ling agreed, "I guess it will be found in Mr. Kuotian's room or office."

"Indeed... If you find out the clothes you were wearing when committing the crime, it will be easy to convict." Conan touched his chin and fell into contemplation.

"Not only that." Nan Ling smiled, "With such a perfect plan, how can we not deal with the alibi?"

"Ah, you mean!" Conan's smart brain immediately reacted to what Nan Ling was talking about, "Huotian didn't have an alibi because he was working in the office by himself at the time—"

"—And the person who worked for him is of course the murderer." Nan Ling said casually with his hands behind his head.

"The curator?" Conan said suspiciously, "But..."

"But there's no evidence, right?" Nan Ling smiled, "After all, I'm just guessing based on my imagination."

Conan nodded vigorously.

"Then, let Conan find the evidence." Nan Ling was ready to start fishing.

It was decided that it was you, let's go, Conan Ball!

Conan: "?"

No, you are obviously a master, right!

Why are you calling a child like me so naturally?

Chapter end

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