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

Early the next morning.

Zhu Fu Jingguang turned over with his eyes closed, feeling the human body temperature next to him that he had not felt for a long time.

Zhu Fu Jingguang squinted his eyes and pressed off the alarm clock, then reached out and patted Tang Muqing's arm, "It's time to go to work at the Metropolitan Police Department."

Tang Muqing's breathing stopped for a moment. After a while, he returned to normal and opened his eyes. His light brown eyes were full of sleepiness, "I want to put a sofa bed in the office so that I can sleep."

Although I don’t have to go to the Metropolitan Police Department every day, but...

It's okay to catch a fish and take a nap occasionally.

"Okay." Zhu Fu Jingguang responded, turned around and pressed his forehead against the other person's naked back. His voice was gentle and hoarse in the morning, "What's for breakfast?"

"I don't know, I didn't have time to eat what I wanted to eat." Tang Muqing responded, thinking for a while before speaking, "Going out to buy a sandwich?"

The muscles rippled slightly with the sound, and the erector spinae showed smooth arcs, which were usually hidden under neat shirts and suits.

Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded dullly and tried his best to dig himself out of the seal under the quilt.

He put on his shirt and buttoned it slowly, narrowed his eyes and scanned the scars on Tang Muqing's chest, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Scar constitution?"

It has been three or four years, and the scars that appeared at some point have never faded.

"No, it might just be a rejection reaction..." Tang Muqing stretched out his hand to press the scar on his chest, closed his eyes before getting up and getting dressed, "A servant will bring food over at noon, so don't order food with your colleagues. "

Zhu Fu Jingguang was slightly startled and ignored the second half of the instruction, "Rejection reaction?"

"Yeah." Tang Muqing smiled, pulled on his shirt, and buttoned it up slowly, his voice playful, "If you want to gain the BOSS's trust, you have to give something, right?"

Having said this, Tang Muqing paused and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang and raised his eyebrows, "But this bottle of Scottish wine is indeed expensive, but it's worth it."

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

Oh, it turned out to be a scar caused by tissue. I thought it was stabbed by Gin before.

that……

What's going on when you suddenly feel a little moved?

Zhu Fu Jingguang suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, put on his clothes and quickly washed up. Then he walked to the kitchen and took out toast, intending to make a sandwich before going to work.

After Tang Muqing finished washing, he walked from the bedroom to the balcony, and then from the study to the living room. He collected the garbage and put it into a big bag, planning to take it out and throw it away later.

As for garbage sorting...

He owns his own building and owns his own garbage truck. He doesn’t want to do the garbage sorting by himself!

Khaki vertical striped peaked collar suit, off-white shirt, dark brown leather shoes, a tie with a blue and orange pattern on the collar, and exquisite and expensive cufflinks. It doesn't look like you are going to work, but like you are going to a wedding.

Tang Muqing raised his head and adjusted his collar. He leaned against the door and waited for the undercover agent to prepare breakfast and take it in his hands. He put on his coat and went out together.

"Do you police officers wear casual commuting clothes like this?" Tang Muqing was wearing a long woolen coat, and he looked particularly refined and noble.

He sat in the sports car, biting into the breakfast handed by Zhu Fu Jingguang, and said vaguely: "Over the past few years, I have finally corrected your temperament into a rich man, and now you have gone back to being a social beast..."

It's too bad. I might as well be wearing a police uniform.

The nobility that I finally cultivated disappeared in an instant, and I turned into a social animal eating instant noodles, drinking instant noodles, wearing a down jacket and running around with dark circles under my eyes.

"A month's salary as a police officer is not enough for you to wear a tie, so don't pick on me." Zhu Fu Jingguang laughed, biting toast and leaned on the passenger seat to look at Tang Muqing, "There is still half an hour, if you drive... You can get to the Metropolitan Police Department in twenty minutes.”

"Yeah." Tang Muqing nodded, quickly finished breakfast, put on his seat belt, and reached out to touch the birthday gift from Zhu Fu Jingguang that was placed in the car yesterday.

The bracelet is carved from small-leaf red sandalwood. It has no opening and cannot be opened. Judging from the size, it should be tightly bound to the wrist bone.

Tang Muqing stretched out his hand and rubbed it, then picked it up and looked at it carefully, "There's no locator, right?"

"I can pretend it for you if you want." Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't show any surprise or anger at being suspected, and said with a calm smile, "I want to pretend it, but I feel it's not necessary. Every time I ask you You are always too lazy to type the location, and you only give me a location link that is updated in real time."

Zhu Fu Jingguang stretched out his finger and tapped the wooden bracelet in Tang Muqing's hand, and said softly: "It may hurt a little to put it on, but I think it suits you very well. There are verses from the Huayan Sutra engraved on the inside."

He looks lazy and carefree like a vixen, but he always shows a bit of Buddhist faith. Every summer he goes to a temple to stay, and when he has nothing to do, he meditates by twisting a string of golden beads that don't look like Buddhist beads at all.

Tang Muqing bent his eyes and showed a gentle smile.

He rolled up his sleeves, lowered his head and put the phalanges together, and tried hard to put it on his left wrist. The metacarpophalangeal joints were stuck in a red patch due to the insufficient width of the inner ring, which looked particularly tragic on the cold white skin.

"I accepted it. Thank you for the gift from Hiro." Tang Muqing smiled, and the gold beads and wooden bracelets on his wrists collided with each other and made an inaudible sound.

Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled, but his tone was filled with emotion, "I went to pay homage to a friend some time ago, and I happened to meet him."

"Yeah." Tang Muqing nodded, started the car and headed towards it. His voice was smiling and seemed particularly gentle, "You should know that all consciousness is like an illusion, and you should know that everything in the world is like a dream. I like it very much."

A flash of thoughtfulness flashed in Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes, and he asked softly, "So do you believe it or not?"

Hearing this, Tang Muqing was slightly startled.

He drove the car out of the parking lot and followed the familiar road. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't believe it, but I want to believe it."

"Oh?" Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his eyebrows, as if he felt that he had never understood this man who had been with him day and night for several years.

"Those separated by fate will eventually meet again. Even if we die, I firmly believe that we will meet in hell." Tang Muqing said, staring at the road ahead and stepping on the accelerator.

Twenty minutes later, the car parked in the parking lot next to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Tang Muqing packed up his coat and got out of the car, and entered the police station side by side with Zhu Fu Jingguang.

"Brother Tang Mu!"

A milky sound came from the side, and a short figure bumped into his leg.

Tang Muqing stopped, lowered his head, and saw a Shinigami primary school student whose legs were not even high.

Tang Muqing was silent for a moment, then looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang with innocent and blank eyes, "Who is this?"

There's nothing wrong with him, Tang Muqing really doesn't know Conan!

Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at the primary school student in front of him with doubtful eyes. After trying hard to remember for a moment, he still shook his head and said, "I don't know him either."