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

The sun was setting in the west, and the sunlight penetrated the thick clouds, showing a hazy color in the distant sky.

Tang Muqing waited for Zhu Fu Jingguang to get off work, then drove slowly along the road.

Zhu Fu Jingguang leaned on the passenger seat and squinted his eyes, as if he was drowsy from a whole day's work, "Any other plans?"

Now I feel that Zero is also very strong. He is still full of interest even though he does so much work, just like a husky that never runs out of energy.

"I asked Gin to help me find some guns and ammunition..." Tang Muqing thought for a while, and had no intention of hiding anything. "Although I don't use weapons very much, putting this kind of thing at home can always make people... assured."

Zhu Fu Jingguang laughed, his voice full of helplessness, "Do you think the Metropolitan Police Department won't search your home?"

You really believe him, you can say this casually.

But... I feel quite happy.

"Ah..." Tang Muqing squinted his eyes and looked at the road ahead with a smile in his voice, "Officer Obara, do you know how many properties are under my name? Do you know how many properties are under other people's names but belong to me? Even if the Metropolitan Police wants to search, they need not only evidence but also intelligence, but they can’t find it yet..."

The accommodation on the surface is enough to dazzle, let alone other hidden places.

It’s normal for a boss to have more real estate, right?

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang thought for a moment, "That's true."

Tang Muqing already had a lot of cunning rabbit caves, not to mention the ones he added secretly after joining the organization.

Anyway, he, this little undercover, still doesn't know how many places Tang Muqing has settled down, and he has no interest in trying to find out.

For other members of the organization, the safe house only needs to be safe.

For Tang Muqing...

No different than a resort.

After bypassing the two blocks surrounding the Metropolitan Police Department, Tang Muqing parked the vehicle in front of a small store, got out of the car and walked into the store.

Within ten minutes, Tang Muqing walked out again and put a large-looking package into the trunk.

Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Tang Muqing, who had just gotten into the car and rubbed his cold fingers, "Have you also learned how to pack guns with a bass?"

Hearing this, Tang Muqing laughed.

He rubbed his fingertips to get rid of the cold air he had contracted just a few minutes after getting out of the car, then lazily started the vehicle and continued driving towards the destination, "You only need to use your brain to figure out that no one from the organization will be in the Metropolitan Police Department." There is a musical instrument store next to it, and Gin will not just put the trading items in any store. You are slandering me, this is obviously a gift I want to give you."

Really, this is a false accusation!

Not only did he frame Gin, he also framed him, the tyrant!

"No matter how much your favorite career becomes work, it's always tiring..." Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed softly, leaning on the car window and looking listlessly at the rapidly passing scenery. His tone was full of exhaustion, "Sorry, last minute After working all day, I really don’t want to use my brain anymore.”

Now letting him go sniper might be able to cheer him up a little bit, but as for the rest...

Anyway, the undercover card is not only useless but also can't help, so just... let it be.

Hearing this, Tang Muqing's eyes showed an inexplicable trace of pity.

He quickly raised his eyes and glanced at the tired Zhu Fu Jingguang in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but sigh.

Alas, poor.

The Shinigami primary school student is already online, and Zhu Fu Jingguang has to work overtime.

I...Although I occasionally work overtime, I think the Metropolitan Police Department will understand that the sponsor's father doesn't want to work overtime.

The car turned along the traffic flow and headed towards the suburbs. The warm air was baking inside the car, carrying a slight scent of hot sandalwood.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes were half closed, he adjusted his seat to a semi-lying position, and took off his down jacket to cover his face, "Police life makes me full of energy, but spiritual food seems not enough to fill my stomach..."

I’m not tired, but I feel that small and trivial things consume my energy.

No wonder Tang Muqing has to go on vacation after working two days of overtime. If he doesn't skip work now, he already has a strong faith.

The phone vibrated slightly, Tang Muqing picked it up, and the voice of Mu Mu Shisan came from the receiver.

"Brother Tang Mu, is it inconvenient for you to come here now? A case just happened, and Mr. Maoli is also here. Because the person involved has a special status, so..."

Clear words rang out in the small carriage, and for a while, even the soothing music couldn't cover up the silent atmosphere.

Zhu Fu Jingguang opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of hopelessness.

"Okay, send me the address. It will take about forty minutes, okay?" Tang Muqing responded, glanced at Zhu Fu Jingguang, then stepped on the accelerator and accelerated, "I need to buy some food on the way."

Mumu Shisan responded, with a hint of helplessness in his voice, "Okay, sorry for the trouble."

Tang Muqing hung up the phone and patted Zhu Fu Jingguang's arm, "Just accept your fate."

Hey, you just get used to it. After all, Conan can be regarded as delivering achievements to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Zhu Fu Jingguang rubbed his cheeks, sat up and held his thighs with his palms, inserting his fingers into his hair and pressing hard, "Maybe I have been undercover for too long."

Not used to it, really not used to it.

"You can wait for me in the car, but I guess there's nothing wrong with me." Tang Muqing shrugged, pressing the speed line and stepping on the accelerator.

In Hyakami Park, a big man wearing sunglasses lowered his head and pressed his cell phone. He was holding a black package in his other hand. It looked heavy. The man's arms were bulging with muscles, making it look like the black suit was about to burst.

"Campari?"

Vodka looked at the fiery red sports car driving towards him from a distance, holding up his mobile phone and tilting his head in confusion.

Just as I took a step back to join him, I took a mouthful of car exhaust.

The owner of the winery drives the same brand of vehicle as his eldest brother, but the model is different.

The body of the Porsche 918 was an expensive red color. He flicked the trunk and threw the trunk in front of him. The rear of the car swiped the tip of his shoe and almost crushed him into a paralysis who could no longer drive for his big brother.

The car window was lowered, and Tang Muqing poked his head out slightly, looking at the vodka with a smile, "There is also a box of gold in the trunk, remember to take it."

Vodka:…

It's amazing that the car is more expensive. Where's your apology? !

Why don't you get out of the car and say a few words? We met so many times and didn’t even say hello? !

But...gold...

Vodka blinked, stretched out his hand to open the trunk, silently stuffed the guns and ammunition into the trunk, and then picked up the familiar black skin filled with gold, "Cam——"

The words were stuck in his throat and had not yet come out, and the trunk that had just been closed instantly disappeared from his sight.

Vodka opened his mouth, and after a while he came back to his senses, turned his head and sighed twice, "It's great to be rich..."