Conan: Ke Xue’s daily life in the world of elderly care

The man in black, who looked gloomy and dangerous, entered the temple along the mountain road, carrying a murderous aura that even the Buddha might be helpless to do anything about.

"Campari, we meet again."

Vodka said hello, walked skillfully to the closet, and took out two heavy black suitcases. He looked questioningly at the man who was slowly taking off his gloves behind him, "Brother?"

"Go back first and send the money to the place I arranged." Gin responded, as if he didn't intend to leave with Vodka.

"Oh."

Vodka nodded and left quickly. Before leaving, he didn't forget to look back with a strange look at the ATM who was sitting cross-legged in front of the tea table without saying a word.

Tsk, vixen is really capable, and his eldest brother is planning to stay the night.

Tang Muqing watched Vodka leave, then turned to look at Gin, "Are you considering that I won't dig a hole for you on my own territory?"

She is becoming more and more bold. In the past, she knew that when she met him, she would arrange for someone to check him out first. Now, she just came directly and told him in advance that it meant that Gin was in a good mood.

"The two hills around here belong to your family, why should I be worried?"

Gin raised his eyebrows slightly and threw his gloves aside, "It's been confirmed that Rye has returned to the FBI. Do you want to go and see it together?"

"No." Tang Muqing refused again, not wanting to get involved at all, "You can actually give up the idea of ​​letting the ATM transform and fight monsters."

He has seen people who believe in light, and has seen trucks and cars deformed, but he has never seen ATMs deformed.

"You can't expect that there will always be security guards with guns around the ATM." Gin snorted, casually taking off his windbreaker and throwing it aside, revealing the white shirt tucked into his belt, and his thin waist formed a smooth curve. , a pair of long legs looks particularly straight and slender.

Tang Muqing sighed slightly, took out a few snacks from the small box next to him and put them on a plate. He then poured a cup of hot tea for Gin, "Supper will be served later, let's have some first." Bar."

After saying this, Tang Muching paused before continuing, "But the ATM has an automatic alarm function."

Transformers doesn’t even have an ATM!

"Hmph." Gin snorted coldly and reached out to take the tea cup, "Ask your people to bring some wine."

"Respect my family's temple..." Tang Muqing sighed helplessly, but still picked up his phone and continued to send messages, "I obviously came to the temple to stay for a while, but you are asking me to break the precept..."

"Heh, you have a lot of broken things in your mind." Gin sneered, looked around and then lit a cigarette, "Where's the ashtray?"

Tang Muqing was silent for a moment, then handed over the box of snacks, "Although I was thinking about tacky things, I didn't do them anyway. I haven't even touched a cigarette in the past few days."

How can a person be so sensual every day? He finally managed to get rid of the fatigue from two hundred times of stabbing himself, and spent a pleasant honeymoon with a blue-eyed ragdoll cat. How can he recuperate and recuperate?

"Boss and I both think you came to the temple to become a monk." Ginjiu was silent for a long time and finally spoke. He threw the cigarette butt into the small plate and raised his eyes to look at Tang Muqing, "Are you in good spirits?"

"?" A question mark flashed in Tang Muqing's eyes, and he couldn't help but pointed at himself, "Me? A monk? Even if I agree with my peach blossom, I won't agree..."

Monk?

Where did he go to become a monk?

Although there are murders every day in this world, there are still Fangya Lingzhufu Jingguang Akai Shuichi, a bottle of gin, and all kinds of beauties. How can he give up?

"Then please explain." Gin took out a few photos from his coat pocket and threw them in front of Tang Muqing. He said in a calm voice, "There has been very little action recently. I saw this when I was looking through the organization's information."

Tang Muqing looked down and couldn't help but frown.

It looked like a screenshot from a time when he was being monitored. In the dark bedroom, a shirtless man reached out to rummage through the bedside table.

It's reasonable to grab toilet paper, but you should never take out a knife and put it to your neck.

Tang Muqing flipped through the pages for a long time, but couldn't help but smile, "I don't know, you still have this habit of walking around with my naked photos..."

Why threaten his administrator if not with a knife?

"There's no way to explain it." Tang Muqing sighed heavily and leaned lazily against the wall nearby, squinting at Gin. "It may take a long time to explain, but whether you believe it or not, take the knife before going to bed. Just so you know, I'll be dreaming about money-making ideas in my sleep."

Gin:......

That's really impressive.

Ginjiu glanced at Tang Muqing suspiciously, "When will you notify me to attend the funeral?"

"Why are you attending a funeral? Giving money to the Metropolitan Police Department?" Tang Muqing smiled, stood up, opened the door, and took the various foods sent by the newly appointed assistant from outside the door, "But you are worried about my condition now because you have already Do you trust me completely?"

Tang Muqing took out a small stove from the bag, put it on the table with an insulating board, and added all the packaged ingredients into the casserole, which soon started to steam.

Ginjiu thought about what Tang Muqing had accomplished with the money provided in the two or three years since he joined the organization, and then thought about the chip bomb in Tang Muqing's heart, "Yeah."

Can you still not trust this?

Even though he, Gin, was suspicious, he wouldn't be suspicious of an ATM that didn't ask anything and only cared about making money and then spitting out money.

"pretty good."

Tang Muqing responded, looking through the packaging bag before frowning, "I thought it was sukiyaki, but it turned out to be vegan oden..."

"Didn't you say you won't break the precepts? Are you planning to eat sukiyaki in the temple?" Gin's voice was filled with uncontrollable sarcasm, and he looked at Tang Muqing with a pair of green eyes, "Where's the wine?"

"There is soju..." Tang Muqing found two small porcelain bottles and handed them over. He sat next to the gin and unscrewed the bottles. "But in my own temple, I don't seem to have to follow any rules."

Tang Muqing recalled the structure of the temple and nodded affirmatively, "This Zen room is not within the four courtyards of the temple. It barely...can't be considered a temple."

Gin smiled inexplicably, raised the bottle to drink, but was suddenly grabbed by his other hand.

Tang Muqing sat naturally leaning against Gin, looking at the steaming food on the table in front of him, and squeezed his fingers into Gin's fingers.

Gin tilted his head, with a mocking smile in his eyes, "Not breaking the rules?"

"Other precepts can be broken once, but the lust precept... should be broken half way." Tang Muqing smiled, looking at Ginjiu and raising his eyebrows, "After all, your trust is rare, and the BOSS's concern is also rare. I am so moved. I’m going to cry.”

Gin's eyelids twitched, his eyes darkened, "Cry, if you can, cry now and see if this lust ring is broken today."

Pretending!