I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery - v2 Chapter 502 I seem to remember you

"...How is it, gentlemen?" Shortly after the detectives finished their meal, the host's voice changed from the loudspeaker again, "Are you satisfied with the 'Last Supper' I prepared?"

"Thank you for your hospitality." Nan Ling bowed to the empty plate in front of him reverently, feeling as if he had been purified by the holy light.

As expected of a gourmet detective, Dashang Zhushan's craftsmanship is really unremarkable.

Based on this alone, he didn't come here in vain tonight.

- Of course, he wouldn't thank the gentleman for that. Overtime is overtime.

"Let's get down to business. You must be very curious, why did I use this expensive annex as a stage for the game? Please look carefully, the tableware that you have on hand—"

"This is……"

"... a crow?"

Nan Ling looked at the badge on the tableware carefully, and not surprisingly found it very familiar.

The host did not hang their appetites, "That is the family crest of Karasuma Renye, an obscure millionaire who died about half a century ago!"

Nan Ling smiled silently, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Really careless.

——Although the styles are not exactly the same, if you look for them carefully, you will not be able to find a similar crow emblem in the organization.

Many people in the organization know that the organization prefers to use crows as a marker. So far, no one has followed this clue to find Karasuma Rianye. Is it because the undercover people are too careless, or the gentleman thinks he has already passed away', so too reckless?

Conan, who had been observing the crowd, also noticed that Nan Ling's expression seemed a little wrong, and looked at him cautiously.

The host is still talking about the unknown tragedy that happened 40 years ago, but compared to the dignified expressions of the detectives, Chat doesn't seem to care about it at all, but keeps looking at the tableware in his hands with interest. .

——Forty years ago, there was an auction at Karasuma Renye’s memorial service, and all the people who came to participate were celebrities from the business and political circles, but that auction ended in massacres and blood splattered in the annex.

Is this also related to the treasure in the villa?

What happened 40 years ago was supposed to be a secret... Did Chat completely ignore it, or did he already know the truth 40 years ago?

"My purpose is to let you detectives re-enact the tragic tragedy of 40 years." While the maid served them tea, the host's rigid and murderous voice came out through the loudspeaker, " I want to see how ugly you are killing each other for treasure."

Conan's heart skipped a beat.

Does the host also have malicious intentions... It's really the worst situation. Not only must you find a way to survive in the hands of Chart, but you must also find the treasure...

No, my own strength is still too small, I must find Kidd quickly and explain the situation to him.

He looked around.

Gunda Yumi and Motegi Haruka looked serious, while Hakuba Tan and Chima Koyo closed their eyes and seemed to be thinking. Uncle Maori looked flustered, and Dashang Zhushan bit his nails anxiously while listening to the hints about the treasure given by the organizer.

"Now, as soon as one of you screams for the first time, this game is—"

click.

I don't know when Nan Ling ran behind the dummy and shook the dummy's head, looking at the recording disc connected to the speaker with great interest, "Although I just wanted him to shut up quickly, I didn't expect it to be just tape recorder..."

He threw the dummy and the head on the ground without hesitation. The head was still chattering, Nan Ling didn't even look at it, he smashed the recording disc with one foot, and the sound stopped abruptly.

He jumped onto the chair in the main seat lightly, and sat on the back with a natural expression, "My advice is, don't listen to him."

"...Although I agree with your point of view very much," Gunda Yumi supported her chin and smiled, "but you look suspicious like this."

Obviously listening to the tape and getting more information is the best choice for them.

"Anyway, you'll think I'm suspicious." Nan Ling spread his hands, "I'm more credible than listening to someone with an unidentified body."

"It's now, do you still plan to hide it?" Bai Ma Tanwei closed his eyes and said, "What is the purpose of your coming here today?"

"You are a detective, it should be your job to find the truth or something." Nan Ling replied confidently.

Conan secretly crossed out the White Horse Detective from the 'Kid Suspicious List' in his heart.

He would think that Chat had something to do with the tragedy 40 years ago because his father was the police chief of Whitehorse and knew some truths that were hidden. Kaitou Kid can't do that.

Another unsuspected one is the great blessing. I don't remember anything Kidd bit his nails--

Boom!

Conan turned his head in a conditioned reflex, and the Dashang Zhu Shan, who he was still talking about in his heart just now, was clutching his neck~www.novelbuddy.com~ and slowly fell backwards.

"...22:34:51." Bai Ma Tan put the pocket watch back in his arms and announced with a heavy face, "Confirm that the heart and lungs are stopped."

"Almond flavor. Potassium cyanate?"

"Black tea has no acidification reduction reaction, and the cause of death should have nothing to do with black tea."

The detectives were very efficient and made a basic inspection of the scene in just a few sentences.

"Why are you looking at me?" Nan Ling noticed that after several detectives had checked, all eyes were on him, and he said innocently, "I am not sure about the time of serving the dishes, there is a timing device in the recorder, I think the host Probably among us."

Motegi Haruka looked at him, "Why can't you be the host?"

"Have you ever seen someone who wants to hide their identity be as high-profile as me?" Nan Ling asked rhetorically, "If I were the host, I would send myself an invitation letter."

"You always say the host, but we already know that the host is Kidd." Conan walked to the center of Nan Ling's line of sight and looked up at him fearlessly, "Don't you think the person who invited us here is not Kidd?"

He asked, taking the opportunity to observe a few detectives.

"Ah..." Nan Ling stared at him and smiled, "Let's not talk about this... I seem to remember you, little detective."

Conan froze, clenched his fists, and the pain caused by the nails sinking into his palms calmed him down a lot.

He looked straight at Nan Ling firmly, and the other's silver mirror-like eyes were looking at him meaningfully.

Now that he has decided to confront Chat, Conan is ready.

He didn't want to stand on the bright side, but the current situation made his intentional avoidance useless.

Compared to blindly observing, maybe there is a chance to stand out!