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

In the afternoon, a man in a suit entered the villa carrying a medicine box. After silently checking the body of the man lying on the bed, he hung a bottle of liquid on the hanger at the head of the bed, and the other end was accurately attached to the man's body. Plunge into the back of your hand.

The doctor put down two bottles of medicine on the bedside, marked the order and estimated time before turning and leaving.

The man with long silver hair walked out from behind the balcony curtain on the side, glanced at the closed door and put the gun in his hand on the table beside him, "Your people?"

"Ah, I'm just a private doctor." Tang Muqing smiled, leaning on the bedside and typing on the computer with one hand, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "I work hard to make the whole of Japan available to me anytime, anywhere." Use the doctor.”

I'm tired, the tyrant is always a sick child.

Ginjiu glanced at Tang Muqing's face, and leaned on the sofa bed next to the bed and also took the mobile computer to integrate various information, "What's the name of the child you just mentioned?"

"Conan, Edogawa Conan." Tang Muqing responded, then looked at Gin in surprise, "Aren't you too lazy to do anything to children?"

Gin indeed has no morals or qualities. Killing a child is not an unacceptable thing, but...

Gin's time would not be spent on an inconsequential elementary school student.

"You just have to say that he has a problem." Gin sneered coldly, reaching out to touch the cigarette and ashtray, "Next time if you have something to say, you can just say it directly, without beating around the bush... You are beating around the bush and you might as well say it directly."

All he had to do was pull his eyelids and say that there was something wrong with that child.

Tang Muqing sighed slightly, opened the organization's dedicated network system, and wrote in the operational funds that he could freely use during this period, and said helplessly: "I don't have a definite source for a lot of information, it can only be said to be an intuition. "

How did he say?

Did he say he was watching anime in his dream? !

After saying these words, Gin knocked him unconscious on the spot and threw him into the research room so that researchers could check if there was any problem with his brain!

"Intuition?" Gin browsed through various information around Kyoto that could be used to transfer money, and took a look to see if some important documents had been secretly read by anyone. He said lazily: "Is your intuition accurate?"

As a vixen, if your intuition is more accurate, you can understand.

"Yes." Tang Muqing reached out and pressed the medical tape on the back of his hand, and said softly, "Look, when I got up yesterday, I felt that I was going to have an unexpected fortune. Didn't I just pick up a bag of gold for nothing yesterday?"

Gin resisted the urge to roll his eyes, chewed a cigarette and looked at the computer screen. He leaned on the sofa bed, placed the mobile computer on his legs, and tapped on it with his slender fingers, "This can only mean that your intelligence source is Bibo." Pontus is secretive.”

There is no normal person in the entire organization, but Tang Muqing is obviously much more likable than Belmod and Bourbon. Those two are complete mystics.

Even if Bourbon is placed next to Tang Muqing, it may be difficult to figure out where Bourbon goes in his free time every day.

"You're making a false accusation." Tang Muqing snorted and quickly pressed the keyboard with his fingertips to enter rows of numbers. "Besides making money, I only seem to be able to get a little information from the training classes in Hawaii, but I don't have any of those things. I’ve put it all together and told you, what’s wrong with me?”

"Italian bandit gang?" Gin asked, looking down at the sudden increase in the amount of operational funds on the computer screen, "Could it be that you dreamed about it?"

After the words fell, Tang Muqing fell into silence.

He raised his eyes and looked at Gin, and for a moment he didn't know whether Gin was pretending to be dumbfounded with the script or if he was really dumbfounded.

Gin:......

Gin entered the last character of the email, and after noticing the silence, he raised his eyes and looked at Tang Muqing, "Huh?"

Really dreamed about it?

He doesn't believe it!

Tang Muqing's eyes flashed, and after a while he pushed the computer in his hand and looked at Gin seriously, "I know you don't believe it, but I can really know some things that I shouldn't know without the source of intelligence. "

Gin:......

A little confused.

Although it is incredible, it seems understandable when you think about BOSS's longevity plan.

Gin pressed his eyelids, "What else do you know?"

"A wine called Sherry." Tang Muqing thought for a moment and looked into Gin's green eyes, "Her sister will die and she will escape."

If Sherry runs away, who will research the elixir for him?

Gin:......

Gin was silent for a moment, then moved his palm to open the list of members of the organization and looked at the girl codenamed Shirley and the number with zero browsing history after personal information.

After thinking for a moment, Gin couldn't help but frown, "You know Shirley's code name without looking at the information. Are you really not afraid that I will doubt you?"

Tang Muqing has not met Shirley, nor has he asked about the research group. So the only thing Tang Muqing wants to know about Shirley seems to be...

Someone tipped him off?

but……

"With the behavior and words you are showing now, I can definitely kill you right away." Gin pressed the mobile computer and met Tang Muqing's eyes, "You should know that you have no source of information about Shirley. But the undercover agent who defected knows a little bit."

Either Tang Muqing is really capable of talking nonsense, or Tang Muqing is an undercover agent like Rye and Scotland.

Although the undercover has killed many people over the years, the fragmentary information of the undercover is enough to piece together a person's code name or a little secret, otherwise he would not pursue the undercover.

"I know." Tang Muqing curled his lips and leaned against the bed lazily, not caring about any suspicion. "It depends on you... do you believe I have superpowers or do you believe I am an undercover agent."

Gin was silent for a moment and put away the computer.

He thought for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Tang Muqing, "When did you have this...intuition?"

There's no way this guy is an undercover agent!

He would rather believe that Bourbon is an undercover agent than that Tang Muqing is an undercover agent!

"The day when the will was made." Tang Muqing was too lazy to hide it. He squinted at Gin and said in a steady voice, "I said that I always dream about some small ideas for making money, especially making gestures like this with a knife."

Gin couldn't help but press his temples and took out his cell phone to send an email to BOSS.

but……

My fingers were hovering over the input box, and for a moment I felt like I didn't know how to organize the language.

In front of criminals, burning, killing and looting every day, longevity is at least a bit scientific, Tang Muqing...

This is a metaphysics!

After a while, Gin Jiu put away the phone, sat next to Tang Muqing and asked, "Are you really not afraid of being locked up and used as a test subject, nor are you afraid of the threat of me strangling you to death right away?"

Tang Muqing leaned on the head of the bed and raised his chin to look at Gin, but he couldn't help but smile with his eyes bent, "I don't mind showing all the mysteries and omissions in me, because people who are honest are never afraid of probing. "

The one who should be worried about being exposed and destroyed by Gin is an undercover agent, but he is not. What is he afraid of?