I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery - v2 Chapter 506 1 fist Matryoshka dry and crushed

It's quite quiet in the annex.

It was so quiet that it seemed that only Nan Ling was alone.

The situation that the detective was in the dark just now has been completely reversed.

His footsteps made a hollow, heavy muffled sound on the heavy carpet, and the wall lamps flanked the dim hallway with a dim yellow glow. The faint musty smell of wood lingered on the tip of his nose, the same as when he just passed by. Everything in front of him seemed to imply that there was no trace of anyone else coming here.

—Except for the mark in the corner.

"This is..." Nan Ling leaned down and looked at the prominent white sign with interest, "Arrow?"

The white arrow marks are very fresh, it seems that someone has just left here in a hurry, and it is slightly scribbled. However, the direction indicated is very obvious.

Nan Ling's gaze turned to the right in the direction of the arrow, but he didn't find the slightest abnormality.

"Is this an invitation?" he asked in a low voice to himself, his silver-gray pupils lit up, "'Then I'll be disrespectful'—though I really want to say that..."

He took a coin out of his pocket.

Ding-

"front."

Then go in the direction indicated by the arrow first.

-If there is only Conan on the opposite side, Nan Ling might follow his curiosity and follow the direction of the arrow to the end. But unfortunately, this kind of arrogant style that is half provocative and half seductive is not something that guy Conan can come up with.

Not to mention the rest of the detectives, in this game, they are just pawns on the chessboard. Those who have the ability and courage to play against themselves...

Only Kuroba was about to fight.

If the opponent is him, then the meaning of this arrow is not necessarily good or bad.

It might just be trying to lure him away temporarily, or it might just be a trap waiting for him at the end of the road.

In short, Kuroba knows him better than Conan. Of course he would think 'if Nan Ling saw this arrow, what would he choose to do'.

The first floor—Nan Ling followed the arrow out of curiosity, and Heiyu Kuaidou arranged accordingly.

The second floor - Heiyu Kuaidou expected Nanling to follow the arrow, so he made his own arrangement based on this.

The third floor - Nan Ling expected that Heiyu Kuaidou would follow the arrow, so he deliberately walked in the opposite direction, trying to destroy the arrangement of Heiyu Kuaidou.

Fourth floor - Heiyu Kuaidou expected Nan Ling, Heiyu Kuaidou expected Nan Ling to follow the arrow, so although he left a mark, he made his own arrangement in the opposite direction.

Fifth floor - Nan Ling guessed that Heiyu Kuaidou would expect Nan Ling to expect that Heiyu Kuaidou would expect Nan Ling to follow the arrow...

If things go on like this, it will only become endless, so Nan Ling simply doesn't bother to guess what Heiyu Kuito is thinking, but leaves the choice to luck.

- I didn't expect it, I just smashed the nesting doll with one punch!

If Kuroba Kaito could even imagine this, then he has nothing to say.

Nan Ling followed the arrow briskly to another corridor. For some unknown reason, the corridors of the Dusk Annex are highly similar in design, and even the details of various patterns are almost identical. If you didn't get the map in advance and memorized it, or had a very good memory, you would definitely get lost here.

Of course, he had no doubt that Kuroba Kaito had the ability to memorize the map here.

Nan Ling glanced at the corner of the wall. The result of following the previous arrow is that the similar white arrow symbol appears again.

This time the coin is still heads.

So Nan Ling went in the direction of the arrow.

—Since it’s the rules of the game that you set yourself, what’s the point if you don’t even abide by them?

Nan Ling now deeply suspects that Heiyu Kuito has a good relationship with himself - this mission can be considered very boring. There's nothing left for him to do but stop the detectives from actually finding the treasure.

Kuroba Kaito is simply here to make soy sauce. There was nothing he could do except watch the fun.

But tonight's scene is really unpredictable - a mysterious massacre 40 years ago, a spooky annex covered with blood, a fresh corpse, a repeating corridor, a twisted and complex structure; plus five A famous detective with different thoughts, a phantom thief who is proficient in magic, and an unidentified man in black...

I'm just sorry for this kind of situation where the time and place are right.

Nan Ling thought about it while strolling leisurely.

Kuroba Kaito also lived up to his reputation as a phantom thief, designing a game that is simple and refined. The seemingly simple prompts were followed by layers of psychological games, which made Nan Ling a little excited after a long absence.

In fact, aside from curiosity about the end of the road, he was more interested in what would happen if the next coin toss was tails?

He deviates from the trajectory he carefully designed for himself, how will Kuaidou respond?

Don't know about this at all, was he found one by one? Anticipating this possibility in advance, how many people came out to besiege themselves? Or continue to hide, UU reading www.uukanshu.com hope that the police support will come sooner?

Oh, of course he knew that White Horse Detective let his eagle go to send a letter. Otherwise, the detectives themselves would not have the confidence to play hide-and-seek with him here.

Speaking of which, why did the detectives dare not confront him head-on? What misunderstanding did he make Conan... He wouldn't think he was actually Superman.

—Even if he is, Conan is not Batman.

And he doesn't even have a gun on him now. According to his observation, the remaining guns that were placed under the pillows in their respective rooms had disappeared.

Nan Ling was curious who took them away. ghost?

If it is a ghost, it is a violent ghost.

He let his thoughts float aimlessly for a while, then suddenly stopped.

The white arrows in the corners seemed to have become more scribbled, the pale yellow wallpaper peeled off due to the other party's rude behavior, and a small piece of ash accumulated on the carpet.

Nan Ling's gaze stopped near there, and then fell back to the back of his hand with the coin tossed in the air. The result this time is…

He smiled happily, the curvature of the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

reverse side.

Nan Ling seemed to be really looking forward to it, and when he stepped forward again, he seemed to be a lot lighter. There was a slight rustling sound between the rubbing of the fabric, like a murmur.

The black hem of the windbreaker swayed for a while, and the elegant corners of the coat were like black crow feathers.

The corridor was eerily quiet, except for the dull footsteps that sounded regularly, and the walls once soaked with blood reflected hollow echoes as always. The lights on and off the wall stare indifferently at everything in front of you...

Just like they had watched Karasuma Renye decades ago.