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

The lights in the Zen room are dim, a casserole filled with food is kept warm on a small smoker, and sandalwood incense that suits the temple atmosphere is burning in the corner.

The man in his twenties, who was no longer considered young, raised his eyes and looked at himself. His eyelashes had no curvature but were dark and thick. He trembled slightly, and a tear rolled out from under his eyelashes and fell on the back of his hand.

The light brown eyes looked straight over, and the smile on the face that always smiled was faint. There was a little bit of red under the eyes because of the tears, and the clear white eyeballs were bloodshot.

Gin Jiu couldn't help but frown, and was speechless for a moment when Tang Muqing held his hand, "You are really... it's a pity not to act."

Cry as long as you want. Do you have thirty seconds?

Really...

"Ah...that's not possible..." Tang Muqing smiled, stretched out his hand to hold his cheek, wiped the tears from his eyes with his fingertips, and shook the bottle and looked at the gin, "Not everyone is lucky enough to see it. I cried."

Is it surprising that Boss Ba has some acting skills?

Obviously the capitalists are the best at acting...

Tang Mu counted a cigarette and pushed the bowls and chopsticks in front of Gin Jiu, "Eat something. I probably didn't even bother to eat when I came here in such a hurry."

Gin nodded slightly and glanced around the room, "Is there another room?"

"No." Tang Muqing replied decisively, raising his chin towards the wardrobe on the side, "There is still a quilt, which will be laid out for you later."

Want another room?

How much do you not believe him?

"Ha." Gin sneered, unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, and ate slowly, without any trace of haste or caution in his actions.

Tang Muqing chewed his cigarette and watched the gin wine while he ate. After thinking for a long time, he asked, "Are there any recent transactions?"

For example, the kind where you go to ride a roller coaster and hit a black stick.

"No." Gin responded, quickly going over his itinerary in his mind, "There is no shortage of funds and weapons. Do you want to make a move?"

"I don't want to, just ask." Tang Muqing stood up, closed the open sliding door, and turned on the night light, "I feel like I gave you too much money. You seem to be very idle recently..."

At this time, the usual gin may be making money.

"That's right." Gin responded, quickly emptied the food, stuffed it into a garbage bag and threw it out of the room. He relaxed all of a sudden, "But no one would mind having more money. If you have nothing to do, you can run with me for a while. If you run away, it’s not like I can’t arrange two missions to take you to have fun.”

Tang Muqing turned his head to look at Gin Jiu and made a muffled sound, "Oh."

It turns out that the money given was too much, so Sap was postponed, then...

Forget it, don't get involved.

He didn't intend to put on his vest in front of Conan, but it seemed more interesting to let Conan discover that he was a bad guy step by step.

Ginjiu raised his eyes to look at Tang Muqing, then raised his head to drink, "Are you out of money?"

"Don't doubt my wallet." Tang Muqing responded, moved to Ginjiu, put his chin on it, and put his arms around Ginjiu, "In the middle of the night, alone and alone, do you just plan to have a meal and leave? "

Gin:......

Damn, this is not normal!

Where is the temple you promised? !

Did you agree to become a monk? !

The warm breath hit the neck, and the big hug in the Zen room of the deep mountain temple seemed even more intimate and warm.

Gin's eyelids twitched, and he lowered his eyes to look at the man leaning on his shoulder with a drunken look in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "What? Will you feel lonely if you send your little lover away?"

I am sure that this kid is seducing me right now.

"A little bit, but who makes it difficult for police and criminals to deal with each other..." Tang Muqing smiled, rubbing the back of Gin Jiu's hand with his fingertips, "I can't let him always stay by my side. It's inconvenient for him, and I can't inconvenient."

As he spoke, Tang Muqing stretched out his hand to touch the wine bottle, raised his head and drank the last sip of wine, his whole body hanging on the gin wine without showing any signs of it, "Look, how pitiful I am, living alone in the deep mountains and old forests. I was forced to get married by a restless and kind-hearted uncle during the day, and my saved pocket money was taken away by criminals at night..."

Gin sneered, "Inconvenient? Send me away so you can date me?"

What pocket money!

The savings left by this boy's parents who died early are even more amazing than those properties. No wonder he despises what Tang Mu Hecheng has in his hands. He can still make money. Money can support half a criminal organization.

Guns and ammunition cost money, and drug research cost even more money, but Tang Muqing's two warehouses could reduce 80% of the money-making tasks for his gin.

"Of course, that's why I don't want to get married and have children. Then asking out Gin-senpai would be cheating... How taboo..." Tang Muqing shook his head, lowered his eyes and opened Gin's palm to look at the person who stayed because of the use of a gun. A thin layer of cocoon, "It doesn't matter how far Scotland runs, his kite string can never be cut."

Hey, money.

You can doubt his wallet, but you can't doubt the wallet he bought with two hundred lives.

One day when he ran out of money, he would kill himself again.

Gin nodded, but still warned, "Be careful, he doesn't know anything about the organization now, but be careful about your own information being leaked."

"Yeah." Tang Muqing nodded, not caring at all.

He looked sideways at Gin, his eyes slightly curved, "Before you came to see me today, didn't you think of my shameful thoughts?"

Gin Jiu met Tang Muqing's gaze and let Tang Muqing hold his hand without any notice. An unfamiliar warmth came from his palm, "I thought of it."

They are not teenagers who are just in love. How can they not understand hints and tests?

There is no need to say it outright, sometimes it is better to be less honest.

"Ah..." Tang Muqing laughed out loud, his eyes bent downwards, showing a little bit of fine lines, "But I'm a little drunk, and I can't think of anything that can be mixed with gin and Campari." …”

There are some, but you always have to add some other flavored ingredients, such as soda water, sparkling fruit-flavored drinks, etc.

"You and Belmode really have the same character..." Gin sneered, chewing his cigarette and looking at Tang Muqing, his eyes full of sarcasm, "Can you still have some normal things in your mind?"

The feeling of being held in someone's hand is different from the gun that is kept in the pocket all year round, and it is also different from the fragile touch when holding someone else's throat.

Gin's eyelids twitched, feeling inexplicably that he really shouldn't be here today.

The vixen-turned-ATM is always provoking his bottom line.

Tang Muqing laughed, leaned on Gin's shoulder and squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand to touch the smoke, and smelled a familiar fragrance on the tip of his nose, "I was thinking that although this Zen room is outside the temple, it is too close after all. Is this considered disrespectful to gods and Buddhas..."

Cedar, rosemary, guaiac...

It seems that Gin still secretly uses his own fragrance.

Tsk, tsk, the mouth is too good for the body.