I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

"uncle!"

Tetsu Ito turned his head in surprise, and what caught his eye was a child who didn't seem to be at the scene of such a murder.

"Uncle, are you a bad guy?" the child asked in a very innocent voice, "I heard you're stalking others."

"Well... it's not necessarily a bad person to follow others." Idong Tetsu tried to restore some of his image in the minds of children, "I'm not a bad person."

"Oh?" Conan lowered his head, a white light flashed through the lens, and when he raised his head again, his expression was still very simple, "Then why do you stalk others, my mother said that stalkers are not good people."

When he said this, he quietly apologized to his mother for stealing her name.

"That's because I'm looking for my son...you don't need to know so much as a child." Ito Tetsu rubbed Conan's head, completely ignoring Conan's reluctance, "But you and my son were very kind when we were young. like..."

"Then show me his picture!" Conan's eyes lit up when he discovered the breakthrough point, and he used the child's exclusive skill - rogue skills, and successfully obtained the information he wanted in a stalker.

"Okay alright." Ito Tetsu handed him a photo he took with him, of a young boy with a suitcase in his hands, it seemed to have been taken between work, the edges were a little worn," Don't break it."

"Well, thank you!" Conan looked at the photo for a while, and soon found something that needs attention. "...The logo on this suitcase looks familiar."

If he remembered correctly, he seemed to have found a similar emblem on the deceased's wallet.

……what? Where did he find the dead man's wallet? Of course, it was because he peeked at the evidence taken by the police.

This is not the first time he has done this kind of thing, the method is very familiar.

Weird old prostitute.

I Dongzhe was stunned for a moment after hearing his words, and then he grabbed the photo and said, "Children, don't be so curious."

"Ah..." Conan didn't react at all, and the evidence in his hand was taken away.

Seeing that Tetsu Ito had no breakthrough here, he went to the only remaining one of the three suspects that he had not seen, Todd.

This name is really strange... I don't know why he is a Japanese person with such a name. Conan thought as he walked, completely unaware of the person in front of him.

"—Hmm!" Conan was knocked back a few steps, touched the tip of his red nose and looked up.

Todd lowered his head and found that he had bumped into a kid he had never seen before.

"You have to see the way when you walk, little boy." Probably because he was in this service industry, Todd smiled very politely.

"Ah! It's that big brother with a very strange name!" Conan exclaimed in mock surprise.

Although I didn't expect to bump into it by accident, now is also a suitable opportunity.

"The name is very strange..." Todd's smile immediately became a little reluctant, and he muttered in a low voice, "I just remembered a name I like."

is it not OK? Seriously, the little brats nowadays are so annoying when they talk about it.

And what is so strange! This is obviously a name that I have carefully selected. It not only sounds good, but also has a very loud meaning. It can be scary to say it.

"Big brother, are you the murderer?" Conan asked very innocently, relying on his childish words, as if he had no malicious intentions and was just curious - the same routine he used before when he set up Yi Dongzhe. .

"The murderer will not admit that he is the murderer." Todd said very patiently, "If the little brother wants to play the detective game, it seems that it will take a few more years."

"But the big brother is the only one who has contact with that chandelier." Conan Shunpo tacitly tacitly agreed that he was just playing games, his face was stupid and sweet, "Big brother also knows the dead uncle. ?"

"I don't know." Todd shook his head, secretly wanting to slap this nonsense kid into the ground, but his good professionalism wouldn't allow him to do so, "Would you want to know a dead person? "

"Ah... eh?" Conan scratched his head.

Why did this sentence sound a little strange just now? Did he not understand?

Probably his delusion.

"Now, if you don't have anything else to do," Todd bowed his head, a little impatient in his smile, "I still have work to do, sorry."

"Wait... ah, it's gone." Conan pressed his eyebrows, "What an impatient person."

When he returned to the place where he met Nan Ling before, Nan Ling hardly changed his movements. When he saw him approaching, he asked casually, "Anything new, little detective?"

Conan sat down beside Nan Ling a little unhappy, and whispered, "Although I'm a child now, I'm actually an adult. Don't always speak in a childish tone."

"Sir?" Nan Ling asked in confusion, "Are you an adult?"

Conan paused, his expression distorted, "...No."

"Then it's over." Nan Ling clapped his hands casually with a mocking expression.

never mind. Conan rubbed his temples.

I can't waste time arguing with Nan Ling, now the focus is on this case.

"...So you saw the photo?" Nan Ling asked slowly and leisurely, "And seeing that sign, what else can it prove other than that the disappearance of I Dongzhe's son is indeed related to the deceased?"

"I'm so upset because there's no breakthrough." Conan threw himself on the table and grabbed a pen to write and draw on the napkin, "There's no surveillance, no other evidence, no motives. Evidence, there is no motive for evidence..."

"That's annoying." Nan Ling said lazily and perfunctory, not knowing where his eyes were looking~www.NovelMTL.com~ After being silent for a while, he seemed to ask inadvertently, "What about you, Todd? Look?"

"Ah?" Conan didn't react at first when he heard this sentence, and then put on his half-moon eyes and was speechless, "You don't doubt him for such untenable reasons, right?"

"After all, he is also one of the suspects, tell me what..." Nan Ling suddenly stopped talking and looked at Conan—to be precise, looking at what he drew, his expression suddenly became a little more serious, "What you drew What is it?"

"It's the pattern on the deceased's wallet, and it's also on the photo of Idong Tetsu's son." Conan looked at Nan Ling's expression and realized what was wrong, "What's wrong?"

Nan Ling didn't speak, and his eyes became a little deep when he looked at the napkin.

Although a little out of shape, he probably won't be mistaken for this famous mark. Conan didn't recognize it, but the pattern he drew was actually an abstract mouse—a sign of a group of mice.

Nan Ling touched his chin. Involving the group of mice, this matter does not seem so simple.

And just as he raised the idea, the deafening music sounded at the same time.