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

The afternoon sun has a somewhat dim feel to it. The sun's rays shine down through the gloomy clouds. Inexplicably, it makes people want to stay at home and watch a movie and eat something warm. It would be better if they can have a glass of wine.

Tang Muqing drove home in a vehicle that had been left at the Metropolitan Police Department for several days. He bought cigarettes and wine on the way, and went upstairs with the Chinese food delivered by the chef at the front desk.

The corridor light in the apartment was never turned off all day, casting a dim light.

Change shoes, change clothes, wash hands...

Tang Muqing walked around the room, then opened the bedroom door and walked in. He stood by the bed and lowered his head to observe the sleeping man lying on a soft quilt.

A head of white hair stood out among the dark mattress. His stern eyebrows relaxed, and half of his face was buried in the soft pillow. As if he heard something, the man's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and his eyelids opened a little to stare at Tang Mu. clear.

After a few glances, Gin finally came back to his senses, relaxed and closed his eyes, and asked in a dumb voice, "You're back?"

"Yes." Tang Muqing sat on the edge of the bed, letting Ginjiu take out his palm from the quilt and grab his wrist, and said lazily: "After a hard day's work, you still have to leave early. Senior Ginjiu... In ancient times, you must have been a disaster for the country and the people. The demon concubine..."

Tsk, from now on the king will not come to court early...

Ginjiu let out a deep hum in his nose, and rubbed the inside of Tang Muqing's wrist with rough fingertips covered with a thin layer of calluses for a moment, before finally coming back to consciousness from his sleep, "Food?"

"For lunch, we specially asked them to make hot pot. The weather is gloomy and suitable for something warm." Tang Muqing replied softly, raised his hand and pressed Gin Jiu's forehead, "Rest for a while longer?"

Gin closed his eyes, "Where did Rye go?"

"Going to conspire with his FBI friends, I went to check if there is anything strange about my family and confirm the information I got." Tang Muqing smiled and saw that Ginjiu didn't mean to get up. He also leaned on the bedside, took out the ashtray in the drawer of the bedside table and put it aside, lit a cigarette, "Are you worried about me?"

"I'm worried that the ATM will explode." Gin sneered, turned around and put his arm across Tang Muqing's waist, "Keep an eye on him, don't let him run away."

Hearing this, Tang Muqing smiled and said, "I understand."

The white-haired man closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, as if to ease the discomfort of waking up after staying up late to catch up on sleep.

After a long time, Gin listened to Tang Muqing's small movements of extinguishing the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and finally spoke again, "Scotland sent me an email to inform me that you seem to have confused dreams and reality."

Tang Muqing:...

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, has learned how to tell stories now, right?

"It's not a serious problem, I just feel that the dream is not just a dream." Tang Muqing sighed softly, moved against the head of the bed, and lay next to Ginjiu and explained softly, "Don't worry, I can clearly distinguish what is Reality is what a dream is.”

In other words, Gin is a little crazy to begin with, otherwise he would have been thrown into a mental hospital and thought about it if he had heard his dream prophecies.

Gin opened his eyes quietly and looked at the person lying next to him.

The side face is delicate, the bridge of the nose is high, the eyebrows are deep, and there is a laziness and casualness in the eyebrows that comes from the bones.

This kind of casualness seems to be a little contagious. The vigilance and sensitivity cultivated through years of ammunition, artillery fire and blood infection can also be washed away, leaving only the safety, relaxation and comfort brought by the last bit of trust.

"You better be." Gin snorted, pulled the pillow next to him with his arms, and pressed his forehead against the other person's shoulder.

The fragrant but not irritating aroma lingered between the pillows and the mattress. Gin used the organization's ATM as a pillow to take care of food and sleep, "Any plans to go to Moon Shadow Island?"

"Yes." Tang Muqing's voice was lazy, and his fingers were tangled in his long silver hair, "I'll keep an eye on the little detective, but do you need me to take some of his blood samples back for study?"

The afterglow of the setting sun shone dimly through the gauze curtains, and the room was filled with a dim yellow color. The two figures leaned against each other and whispered softly, just like lovers who had long known the secret and returned to peace.

Gin responded, but couldn't help but frown, "You can take care of the biological examination materials, but now I have a headache just thinking about it."

Sure enough, it's easiest to kill him with one shot, but it's a pity.

It is not easy for drugs to have such abnormal phenomena. If we can study it, we may gain more.

Tang Muqing raised his hand and pressed Gin Jiu's temple, and asked with a smile, "Do you need me to give you a little hypnosis? It can relieve your headache."

Gin:......

Not really.

Relaxation is all about relaxation, but the most basic vigilance cannot be dispensed with.

Putting a warm palm on his forehead and pressing it gently, the irritability of wanting to kill but not being able to kill was instantly wiped away.

Before Ginjiu could say anything else, he heard Tang Muqing sigh slightly.

"Is there any action in the next two days?" Tang Muqing was thinking about how long the rice he brought back could be kept warm. If it gets cold, would Gin be willing to deign to lower the price and heat it up? He didn't really want anything. The thought of getting up and going to eat now.

"No, you shouldn't have to go to the Metropolitan Police Department for the weekend tomorrow." Gin patted Tang Muqing's arm, got up from the bed, put on his slippers and went outside to find food, walking slowly and lazily, as if he was completely relaxed.

Tang Muqing couldn't help but frowned, "Isn't today Tuesday?"

"Yeah." Gin responded. He washed his face casually and opened the thermal bag. After looking at the food inside, he walked to the coffee table with the thermal bag and put the small portable stove on with an insulating pad. He set it up and put the casserole on it, "Any questions?"

Tang Muqing walked out of the bedroom, still holding the phone in his hand and looking down, "Today is Tuesday, tomorrow is Sunday, do you really not feel anything is wrong?"

and……

The appointment time on Yueying Island is the night of the full moon, but today is the first quarter moon, tomorrow will be the last quarter moon, and in a few days it will be the night of the full moon again?

Is there something wrong?

"What's wrong? You can tell the difference between dreams and reality but not time?" Gin took apart the tableware and stirred the bowl. He seemed to have fallen in love with the food from China. His expression was as cold as ever, even if a certain vixen looked like The boneless man leaned on his shoulders without even bothering to raise his eyes, "If you are sick, treat it. If you treat it early, it will be cured."

Tang Muqing:...

Tang Muqing turned his head and looked at Gin, "Isn't the second day of Tuesday Wednesday?"

"Yes." Ginjiu nodded and looked at Tang Muqing with suspicion, as if he was thinking about what kind of disease the other party had, "so tomorrow is Sunday."

Tang Muqing:...

Listen!

Is this something a human being can say? !