I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Chapter 79: no, no, no

"Brother Nan! I found... evidence..." Conan's excited voice became weaker as he saw the scene in front of him.

Conan fell silent.

Conan felt that he might have traveled through time.

So, why is the prisoner already caught, after his effort to find evidence!

"Ah, you're back." Nan Ling leaned against the wall and waved at him.

"What's going on?" Conan pointed at the curator who was handcuffed by Mu Mu, his expression on his face indicated that it was about to burst.

"You said that," Nan Ling replied without any guilt, "I went to chat with him, but he turned himself in unexpectedly."

Conan felt a question mark slowly grow out of his head.

"Can you persuade him to turn himself in..." He said word by word, "Why do you want me to look for evidence!"

He was almost bald just thinking about it!

"I didn't expect it either." Nan Ling replied unconsciously.

Ah, it's a joy to persecute Conan.

"Alright, alright." Nan Ling rubbed Conan's hair, "Don't think too much about it, kid."

Conan stared at Nan Ling resentfully for a while.

Who is the kid!

Also, who is the adult who asked the children to search for evidence just now, while he was fishing by himself!

How could Nan Ling squeeze himself so easily?

If Nan Ling heard this question, he would definitely say, "It's all my personal experience."

Yes, he was talking about gin.

Every time, the prudent maniac with a suspicious 80th grade would always take the trouble to pull him to do a bunch of extra work, which made him very annoying.

There is no overtime pay.

What kind of black-hearted organization is the winery?

Nan Ling looked at the little savior of the Japanese police beside his leg, and decided to hug the protagonist's thigh and cleanse himself as soon as possible.

At least to the point where Conan wouldn't come to trouble him even if he knew his identity.

It doesn't matter if it's not cleared in the official office, the police or public security in this world are not capable enough to block him.

Nan Ling felt that even if he succeeded in infiltrating the Red Fang, he would not be able to be a good person, so as long as the winery's final collapse would not involve him - especially, don't let Conan, Akai Shuichi or Yugu Ling chase after him. Just do it.

When the world is so big, where do you want to go?

But even though it is time to rub the protagonist's halo... but this matter does not conflict with the persecution of him.

Nan Ling rubbed the little detective's head again.

And Conan is thinking about such a problem.

The fact that Nan Ling would let himself go to find evidence... If you think about it carefully, it will be very suspicious.

Shouldn't a normal adult be like Uncle Maori, who doesn't like letting a child like himself get involved in a case?

Nan Ling seemed to be too smart about him, and he didn't say anything about his interest in the case.

No way he knew that he was actually an adult, right?

But thinking about it that day, when he picked him up, his attitude was normal.

Later, he didn't show any clues. Did he just think he was very smart?

Although this person looks like a good person, why is it always mysterious...

"What are you thinking about?" Nan Ling took Conan and walked into the crowd, "Children think too much..."

He lengthened his voice.

"You're going to be bald, it's scary, you know?"

Conan was a little speechless.

Sure enough, he was just an unreliable adult.

……

The unreliable adult is sitting on the sofa in his own home, staring at the gate in a daze.

It seems... something is not right.

I just came back from the art museum, did anyone come to look for it?

Are you here to find Seven?

But that should be waiting in the back alley, why is it at the front door...

Well, the visitor is not good.

Could it be that he just got too much death breath from Conan? Made myself unlucky too.

Nan Ling touched the gun in his hand and decided to shoot at the door first.

Anyway, you can't see it, so it won't hit the key... right?

It seems that there is still a possibility.

If the other party is a newcomer who doesn't know the rules, he will shoot him because he is suspicious... It doesn't seem very good.

He tilted his head, and decided that it would be better not to just wave.

Now it's time to sit back and watch—

"--boom!"

The door was kicked open, and a group of men in black with pistols fitted with silencers raised their hands and fired a volley towards the room.

When Nan Ling heard the first slight movement, he rolled over and hid behind the sofa, and suddenly heard the sound of a bunch of bullets being shot into the sofa.

He smacking his lips in distress.

This sofa is quite expensive. He bought it not long ago.

I knew earlier that I had just made a few shots towards the door.

Silly people who don't cherish other people's property.

Nan Ling leisurely leaned behind the sofa with no panic on his face.

Please, who is so stupid, dare to attack him in his own home—his home court?

There should be a limit to joking, do you think this is a child playing a house?

Nan Ling took out the remote control that had been in his pocket and pressed it a few times.

To deal with this kind of thug who is obviously a trash fish at first glance, he is not interested in doing it himself.

The colorless and odorless gas quickly filled the entire villa, and within five seconds, Nan Ling heard the sound of thumping dumplings from behind.

Nan Ling waited a while longer to make sure that the medicine had fully exerted its effect.

Then he stood up slowly and leisurely, deftly bypassed the corpses on the ground in the already dead villa, and walked to the basement with ease.

"Ah... let's go here..." Nan Ling walked to the innermost part of the basement, groped for a while on the wall, and successfully touched a very tiny bump, and then pressed it down.

Oh, no one is really stupid enough to attack someone at someone else's home court, no, no, no, no?

Do you really take someone else's trump card?

Nan Ling installed humidifiers everywhere in the villa~www.wuxiamtl.com~ extending in all directions. Is it only water that is inside?

Through the remote control in Nan Ling's hand, he can control these small parts to emit various gases.

However, the stop button is not on this remote.

There are tiny buttons that Nan Ling just pressed all over the villa, with only one function, that is, to stop the injection of a certain gas. Each button corresponds to a different gas.

So even if the enemy gets the remote control, it is useless. If the correct button is not found, the gas will continue to spew out. The dose is carefully calculated by Nan Ling.

None of the gases that Nan Ling adjusted by himself had any effect on him. He didn't even need to wear a gas mask, so he could move freely through this cemetery full of poisonous gases.

The question is because of the organization's experiments.

Ask Ke Xue again.

In short, this design highlights a viciousness.

Nan Ling returned to the first floor, looking a little worried at the corpse under his feet.

How are you going to deal with them?

Really, why did you go to someone else's house to die?

Do you know that this will cause trouble for others?

Nan Ling looked at the pile of lifeless things again.

Oh, it's broken.

I seem to have forgotten to stay alive.

This is how to do?

I don't know who sent this group of people. It's uncivilized to fight and kill when they meet.