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

The morning sunshine was shining in the house. The long-haired man got up from the bed with a frown and went to the foyer to find the lunch that had been delivered.

The porridge that was added to the menu urgently is still warm and just enough to eat.

Gin sat on the sofa and finished smoking a cigarette when he saw ATM walking out of the bedroom wearing a thick sweater and holding a hands-free mobile phone in his hand.

"I have received the dress from Brother Tang Mu. Thank you very much, Brother Tang Mu. Dad said that he will invite Brother Tang Mu to our house for dinner next time." The girl's voice with a smile and shyness came from the mobile phone, which made people feel refreshed and seemed very happy. He looked happy and respectful, "But Brother Tang Mu's gift is too expensive, I always feel..."

"It's okay. I'll have to trouble you and Mr. Mao Li to take a day to come over. I'm also very embarrassed." Tang Muqing smiled softly, with a hint of hoarseness in his voice. "But I can't contact Shinichi. Send it. It seems that no one signed for the invitation. He recently..."

Hearing this, Mao Lilan was silent for a moment, but she still suppressed her worry and said, "I can't contact Shinichi either, but don't worry, brother Tang Mu, I will definitely remind him if I contact him."

"Okay." Tang Muqing smiled, walked over and sat next to Gin Jiu, his eyes closed with a sick look on his face.

Just as I was about to chat for a while and hang up the phone, I heard the voice of a crisp primary school student, "Brother Tang Mu! Thank you for remembering to send me the dress. I want to come and thank Brother Tang Mu. Have you been at home recently?"

Tang Muqing opened his eyes and met Ginjiu's gaze, "I'm sick. I'll give it a few days."

Conan.

Is this a thank you visit?

This is repaying kindness with vengeance! ! !

"Oh, then it's even more important to visit. I'm also very worried about brother Tang Mu's physical condition." Conan is worthy of being a child raised by a movie star. His tone is coquettish and his voice is super natural. "Sister Xiaolan is also very worried about brother Tang Mu." Right?"

Mao Lilan waited by the phone and nodded heavily, with uncontrollable worry in her tone, "Is Brother Tang Mu in the hospital? It just so happens that I don't have to go to school these two days, so I can help bring meals for the sick."

"Ah..." Tang Muqing used to express his mood with modal words, but he was still so excited by his hoarse voice that he closed his eyes, "I'm in Kyoto Prefecture. Although it's a little cold here, it's very suitable for recuperation."

It's too ugly, and this broken body is too weak.

Wasn't it just that the cold wind blew in to stay up all night? Why are you still on strike?

"That's really a pity, but remember not to drink and smoke less. I will visit Brother Tang Mu when he comes back." Mao Lilan sighed slightly, then covered Conan's mouth who wanted to say something, and quickly said: " Then I won’t disturb Brother Tang Mu’s rest.”

Tang Muqing hummed, hung up the phone and then looked at Gin, "Do you hate it?"

Gin lit up a cigarette again, seemingly not caring whether he would choke on the ATM next to him who was suffering from a cold and fever. "Who do you hate?"

A little girl, the daughter of a Maori detective, a simple and innocent student.

A little boy, I don’t recognize him, he sounds like a primary school student.

"That boy is at the age when cats hate dogs." Tang Muqing looked at Gin and explained in a hoarse voice, "Don't you think that the way he keeps asking questions is very similar to the high school student you knocked over with a stick a few days ago? Detective?"

Gin:? ? ?

Aren't you usually quite lazy?

He didn't even bother to clean up the flaws in his identity and had to work diligently to patch them up. Now he was inexplicably wary of a primary school student?

"Is it similar? The detectives dug into it and found out that they are the same." Gin didn't seem to understand the metaphor behind the man in front of him. He reached out and picked up the medicine box next to him. He chewed a cigarette and rummaged through it to find some medicine that could be used to reduce fever, reduce inflammation, and protect the throat. "A six or seven-year-old primary school student should not find out that you are a criminal just because he is close to you."

Tang Muqing:...

Again and again, he reminded me twice...

"Hey..." Tang Muqing sighed heavily, touched the cigarette in Gin's hand and lit it, looking weak. "But there has been no news of Kudo Shinichi's death, and Scotland has also confirmed that no discovery was made in Paradise that day. Corpse, then..."

Gin Jiu didn't take it seriously. He took out more than a dozen pills and stuffed them into Tang Muqing's hand. He then picked up the water bottle on the table and unscrewed it. "Maybe the body was moved away. Sooner or later, if it doesn't show up for a long time, the death will be confirmed. No need." care."

What else?

Tang Muqing silently took the water bottle and swallowed the medicine whole before sighing, "A missing Kudo Shinichi, and an elementary school student who appears inexplicably and looks very much like Kudo Shinichi... I'm a little uneasy."

The third time!

If you don't be careful, he will really not care!

Hearing this, Gin raised his eyes in surprise and looked at Tang Muqing with a strange look, "Is it possible that Kudo Shinichi turned into a child and got around you again? Are you confused? Or are you crazy about making money?"

Tang Muqing:...

Tang Muqing became even more silent, looking at Gin Jiu hesitantly, "What if I really think so?"

Wouldn't it be better to be bold?

We have already researched the elixir of life, so we should be bolder and rejuvenate, right? !

Ah, no, immortality is much more ridiculous than rejuvenation.

Gin Jiu put the back of his hand against Tang Muqing's forehead, frowning and seemed a little embarrassed, "Are you burned out?"

Where can I find the next ATM if I'm so burned out?

I am used to eating the Man-Han banquet given by Tang Muqing, and occasionally going to extort money to satisfy my greed. Who can now change from extravagance to frugality and continue to work diligently to send money everywhere...

If Tang Muqing is stupid, the boss will go crazy.

Tang Muqing took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to take Ginjiu's hand and held it in his. He huddled on the sofa and looked very disappointed, "Okay..."

Believe it or not, Ai will continue to remind him in the future, and when he has lived enough, he will completely reveal Conan's trump card.

Although he said it again and again, who could watch Gin being sent to prison? Even if he wanted to go to prison, he would have to go to the basement of Tang Mu's house, right?

Tang Muqing grabbed the back of Gin Jiu's hand and squeezed it, then squinted his eyes and said, "Do you have any special medicine for colds and heatstroke? I think I may get sick many times in the future."

"The organization is not interested in colds and heatstroke." Gin sneered and threw the blanket next to him, "Don't run around when you know you are weak."

Tang Muqing blinked, "This is not a problem of me running around, this is a problem of Death running around."

Having said this, Tang Muqing approached Gin and lowered his voice, "Are you interested in studying it? After all, not all researchers are studying that kind of medicine, right? I can invest."

Gin:......

Invest...

"Ask the boss yourself." Gin grabbed his lunch, his voice carrying the laziness of a vacation, "You have connections in hospitals and universities, you can set up your own research laboratory."

Tang Muqing sighed again, "Then I would rather give the money to the organization's research room and study it from the outside. In the future, I will have to give away the money to make profits."

At this point, Tang Muqing looked at Gin Jiu's profile as he held a lunch box and ate quietly, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you really think there's nothing wrong with that child?"

Gin:......

I understand, I want to kill, but I don’t want to kill with my own hands.

Kill yourself!

Gin Jiu turned to stare at Tang Muqing while holding the lunch box, his eyes dark and stern, "Are you sick?! Do you just want to watch me torture and kill a primary school student today?!"