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

The cold wind of winter has not completely dissipated, and a red luxury sports car was mixed in among the rows of police cars in the parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The adult man wearing a short down jacket was leaning against his vehicle while chewing a cigarette, narrowing his eyes slightly and looking at the two people in front of him.

After thinking for a long time, Zhu Fu Jingguang reached out to remove the cigarette from his lips and nodded towards the opposite side, "I'm not late today."

"Yeah." Tang Muqing smiled, glanced at Zhu Fu Jingguang's car, and then walked towards the office building, "But it's time for you to wash the car. The car looks a little dirty."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes flashed with confusion and he looked back.

It's not a very expensive luxury car, but a moderately priced vehicle that's suitable for commuting to work, but...

dirty?

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the mud spots on the tires, then looked at the vehicle which was a little dusty but definitely not dirty, and turned to look at Tang Muqing, "Are you guilty of mysophobia again?"

"I don't have mysophobia." Tang Muqing smiled, put his palm on Zhu Fu Jingguang's shoulder, and walked towards the office building together, "But can I stay at your house tonight?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was startled and raised his eyes to look at Tang Muqing's red nose and pale-looking cheeks.

He thought for a while, then quickly turned to look at a certain golden-haired and black-skinned sports student who was following behind him silently, "Aren't you covered with a quilt?"

Why are you sick again?

Jianggu Ling:......

I thought Tang Muqing would complain, but I didn't expect that this kid wouldn't even need to complain!

You can achieve your goal by showing your sick face in front of Hiro without saying anything!

The man glanced at Zhu Fu Jingguang through the gap between the peaked cap and the mask, feeling extremely tired and said, "It's covered, but not completely."

Zhu Fu Jingguang pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and put it against Tang Muqing's forehead, "After you finish your work, go to the hospital quickly."

Tang Muqing allowed Zhu Fu Jingguang to do what he did, and nodded when he heard this, "I've made an appointment with the doctor. I can do the infusion while working, and you won't have to worry about changing dressings and removing needles, which will affect your work tomorrow."

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang turned his head and frowned slightly, "Tomorrow is a day off."

Tang Muqing:...

Tang Muqing took out his cell phone and glanced at the date. His face turned stiff when he saw tomorrow Wednesday shown on the calendar, "A rest day?"

"Yeah." Zhu Fu Jingguang slid his finger along the calendar and pointed to Saturday as if he couldn't see the few days left in between. "A rest day."

Tang Muqing raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, unable to say anything, "Okay, just say yes."

Got it, I'll go and use a knife to make some gestures tonight and see if the administrator can give him an initiation into the way the original inhabitants of Kexue World calculated dates.

Do you know what time means to a boss?

Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at Tang Muqing inexplicably, not knowing what was going on in his mind. Recently, he always seemed to be looking at him with an expression like he was looking at a fool.

He stretched out his hand and pushed Tang Muqing's shoulders and quickly walked into the office building. A certain undercover behind him lowered the brim of his hat and followed quickly, obviously planning to take the opportunity to sneak in and observe his good friends.

It's a bit risky, but...

Isn't it right for Tang Muqing to bring his assistant to work? !

He can still explain it even if Gin puts a gun to his head!

In the office area, although it was not officially time to go to work yet, police officers were already busy coming and going.

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at the corridor, his eyes crossed half of the office area and met a pair of familiar eyes.

The short-haired man with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked at each other at Matsuda, stood up with a toothpick in his teeth, picked up the two documents at hand and walked towards the office at the end of the corridor.

"Senior!" The man sitting next to him stood up and looked at Datehang expectantly, "Senior, do you have any plans to go out?!"

Datehang paused slightly and turned around, "Takagi... No, I'm going to ask Mr. Tangmu if he has time to help me sort out the two transcripts. Psychiatrists should be very good at distinguishing lies."

"Oh." Gao Mushe nodded and immediately sat down, "Okay."

Idahang smiled and quickly walked into the legendary psychological healing room with the documents in his arms.

Behind him, Matsuda Jinping waited for a long time, and finally waited for the coffee and breakfast delivered by the takeaway boy. He picked them up and swayed them in again.

Tang Muqing swallowed two tablets to reduce fever and cold, and raised his eyes to glance at the four members of the five-person police academy group who were sitting silently on the sofa and looking at each other.

how?

Using his office as a meeting place?

Even if he is a mascot's father, he can't be so disrespectful, right? !

In the silence, Tang Mu counted a cigarette, sat on an office chair with his legs crossed, and stared at the four policemen not far away.

Ten minutes later, Tang Muqing threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, grabbed his suit jacket and stood up, "I'm going to interrogate the prisoner."

The door panel opened and closed, and the four police officers looked back from the door. Looking at each other, they felt that the silence was a bit awkward.

After a long silence, Matsuda Jinpei finally couldn't help it.

He chewed on the cigarette and reached out to take off the mask and hat of a certain golden retriever. He said with difficulty, "It's better not to cover it up."

Jiang Guling blinked and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang with a pair of purple-gray eyes, "Is there a bug here?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

Is it a bit late to ask now?

"No." Zhu Fu Jingguang rubbed his forehead and leaned lazily on the sofa, "This counts as... collectively skipping work..."

This kind of meeting scene...he didn't dare to think about it!

Outside the door, Tang Muqing put on his suit jacket and adjusted his cuffs and collar before finding Officer Yimumu in the office.

He put on a smiling face, leaned against the door frame and looked at Megure Thirteen with a smile, "Officer Megure, can you lend me a few police officers to help me sort out the information? Officer Date, Officer Matsuda, and Officer Obara."

Mumu Shisan looked up from various case files and said, "Well, today's work is not too busy."

He thought for a while, then picked up the wired phone on the table and dialed the police internal line, summoning Officer Sato, "Today the prisoner will be interrogated. You and Officer Sato will be together."

Well, although Officer Sato is a girl, he is not gentle at all. It is better to find Tang Muqing to smooth things over with a smile so that the prisoner can relax his vigilance.

It just so happened that Tang Muqing also needed to collect psychological status assessments of some prisoners to improve his thesis.

As for Takagi... If Dahang goes to help, then his work will be left to Takagi!

"Okay." Tang Muqing smiled softly, walked into Mu Mu Shisan's office familiarly, and found a chair to sit down on.

The phone vibrated slightly in his pocket. Tang Muqing was startled. He took it out and looked at it before answering the call.

"Xiaolan?" Tang Muqing leaned back on his chair, holding a folder and pen in his hand, "What happened?"

A girl's anxious voice came from the phone, seemingly distressed, "Brother Tang Mu, I'm sorry to bother you, but... I... you... do you think Conan and Shinichi are very similar?"