Volume 1 Beginning Chapter 59: Your psychological quality is not good enough
To Nan Ling, Conan is still too young.
The two techniques he summarized are obviously very practical! Conan doesn't understand because he is not good enough.
Nan Ling took Conan's hand and walked over slowly.
"Excuse me." He stood beside the woman, his gentle brown eyes flashing a sharp light, "Did someone ask you to make a phone call at 3:10?"
Conan was shocked.
Yeah, why didn’t he think of it?
The two members of the organization were so sure about the exact time of the explosion, and they also said that the explosion would be carried out by the trader himself. If it was done by phone, as long as the time and number were confirmed...
Maybe that designated phone number is the password for detonation!
What an amazing intuition, he was able to accurately guess the methods those two people might use based on just a little information... Conan was very curious about how he managed to successfully deduce the correct answer when the logic was almost completely wrong.
As expected by Nan Ling, the woman showed a very panicked expression.
That's right, that was an intelligence transaction worth 400 million yen. If the detailed information was leaked like this, he would definitely feel very panicked.
Conan lowered his head and a white light flashed through his lenses.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Nan Ling seemed to have guessed it right.
Could it be that my luck was so good? But choosing one out of four, a 25% chance was still quite high.
"You, how did you know?"
"Not only do I know this," Nan Ling said in an unfathomable tone, "I also know that there is a bomb in your briefcase, and the phone call you are about to make is the signal to detonate the bomb."
"This... This, this is impossible! They promised me..."
"In any case," Nan Ling quickly took the phone in his hand, "I advise you not to make this call. And for the sake of your life, you should call the police and ask them to check it out."
"You...you have a point...I, I'm going to call the police now!"
It seems that this woman is not stupid. She knows the organization's style and will not abide by its credibility.
Nan Ling let out a breath.
It seems that this incident has come to an end. It has been resolved perfectly. I am really worthy of myself.
"Brother Nan, I thought you always took my words as a joke."
While the woman was looking for the flight attendant to call the police, Conan pulled Nan Ling aside.
After the matter was resolved, he thought calmly, Nan Ling was clearly asking for him with the intention of playing a game with him at the beginning, why did his attitude become so serious in the end?
It’s not that I doubt Nan Ling, but his change in attitude is indeed a bit strange.
Nan Ling rubbed his forehead.
Conan's intuition is so sharp that it's like he's been given a cheat code. He was just a little too serious when "playing games", is that a big deal?
But he could make up an excuse off the cuff.
"I did, but when I asked that woman a question, didn't she look a little strange? She looked too flustered. That's why I felt something was wrong."
Nan Ling smiled proudly: "But of course it is all thanks to my excellent intuition."
Sure enough, this person must be a fool.
Conan showed his signature half-moon eyes and helpless smile.
"Conan..." Nan Ling felt that since Conan was so suspicious of him, he had to scare him. "How did Conan know there was a bomb on the train?"
Conan: “!!!”
It's over, this seems inexplicable.
Never mind, I can only play dumb for now.
“Hahaha… I don’t know when I heard it either… Hahaha… Hehe…”
It's just that the tone sounded a little guilty.
"Oh?" Nan Ling looked at Conan suspiciously, and successfully stared at the little detective until his face was covered in cold sweat, then he nodded meaningfully.
"Is that so... Conan is really smart. He can notice a lot of details that others can't notice."
"Yes, yes! My dream is to become a famous detective! Hahaha..." Conan scratched his head.
Why did he feel that there was something wrong with Nan Ling's tone?
"Yeah, it's totally not something a kid of this age can do." Nan Ling replied suddenly.
Conan immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
"How could that be! I'm just an elementary school student... Hehe..."
Why is this person so persistent? One sentence after another...
Conan felt a little desperate.
Nan Ling glanced at Conan's panicked expression and decided not to mess with his mentality anymore.
Oh my, this mental quality is still not good enough.
Look, you looked so flustered after just a few words from someone. As an actress, why didn't your mother teach you how to act properly?
You still need to exercise more.
Nan Ling decided that he would scare Conan often in the future so that he could develop a strong heart and would not be stage-frightened when facing the organization.
Hmm, was that what Gin was thinking when he decided to train him?
Beat him more often, so that we can cultivate talents for the organization?
Nan Ling felt that he could understand Gin a little bit.
It turns out that persecuting others is very joyful.
"Well, Conan, you have to work harder in the future." Nan Ling stroked Conan's hair again.
Well, is this the head of a smart person? It feels good to touch.
Conan breathed a sigh of relief.
Nan Ling didn't seem to doubt it anymore... That's right, who could think of something as unscientific as becoming smaller?
But Nan Ling didn't think of himself as a normal person.
He carried Conan back to his seat and watched the father-daughter mixed doubles match between Mouri Ran and Mouri Kogoro against Conan with an expression of enjoying a good show.
"I'm so sorry to always trouble Ling Jun." Mao Lilan sighed, "I don't know where the child's parents are..."
Yes, it seems that the Kudo couple haven’t come to Japan yet at this point in time.
These two people are so bold that they just leave their son in Japan without any care.
"Nothing, I like Conan too."
After they chatted for a few more sentences, Nan Ling returned to his seat.
After this happened, it seems that this train is destined to be late.
Fortunately, I have nothing to do in Kyoto, otherwise...
"Ding--"
Nan Ling glanced at the content of the email and couldn't help but frown.
[Which stop did you get off at? ——Gin]
Gin actually knew about it so quickly? Sure enough, the organization's spies are everywhere.
I hope my involvement won't be noticed by the organization.
Nan Ling's identity is pure white. Whether the organization noticed him or directly knew that he was Chat, it was not what Nan Ling wanted to see.
While thinking about the next countermeasures, Nan Ling's men were not idle at all.
[Nagoya Station. What's wrong? What's wrong with the transaction? ——Chartreuse]
Try it out and see what Gin will say.
Gin's reply took a while to arrive this time.
[There is no problem with the transaction. You don’t need to worry about the follow-up for now. —— Gin]
Nan Ling narrowed his eyes.
There was nothing wrong with Gin's attitude. He was as alert as ever and didn't reveal any information.
The follow-up would probably be to let the intelligence team investigate... or Gin himself investigate, after all, he is a jack of all trades.
However, Nan Ling did not leave any loopholes in the whole incident, and he did not even leave his name to others.
Naturally, the name on the ID card he used to get on the car was not "Nan Ling".
And as for the organization's investigative capabilities... haha, it's not that Nan Ling is slandering them, they couldn't even find out that Kudo Shinichi is still alive, let alone such an insignificant matter.
It's just that the person is not dead, and the organization has received the money. If there are any changes in the future, Gin can send someone to kill that woman again.
Based on Nan Ling's understanding of Gin, this man is definitely capable of doing such a thing.
But that has nothing to do with Nan Ling.
