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

"I always feel like there's something wrong with this score..."

Mao Lilan held an old score wrapped in a plastic bag in her hand. She frowned and looked at the various notes on it. After a while, she raised her head and looked at Tang Muqing, "Brother Tang Mu, look at it, is there something wrong here?"

Tang Muqing:...

what?

Tang Muqing blinked and said sincerely, "I don't quite understand."

A blank expression suddenly appeared on Xiaolan's face. She opened her mouth and said in a hesitant tone, "See... you don't understand?"

Weren't you still playing the piano just now?

Why can't I understand it all of a sudden?

"I don't remember the music score." Tang Muqing explained kindly and gently, and his gentle voice dispelled the gloominess of the crime scene. "I only learned a little when I was a child and can remember how to play, but the music score... I haven't read it in many years. pass."

Mao Lilan looked into Tang Muqing's serious eyes and nodded, "Okay."

As she spoke, Xiaolan continued to lower her head, looking at the music score, and stretched out her hand on the keys to test and press them to confirm her guess.

Tang Muqing glanced at the man sitting next to him, who was still dark-faced and gloomy. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pat Jiang Gu Ling, "What's wrong? Are you angry with me?"

Hearing this, Jiang Gu Ling came back to his senses, glanced at Tang Muqing coldly and then looked back, "No."

It just feels like Tang Muqing is digging a hole for himself, but...

With his professionalism as an undercover police intelligence specialist, he couldn't figure out how Tang Muqing was digging a hole for himself.

"Is it a death message?"

Conan got out of the quilt, stepped on his slippers and moved to Xiaolan's side. He poked his head and asked suspiciously, "Maybe it was a message left by the victim before he died."

Xiaolan nodded thoughtfully and pointed out the mistake through the plastic bag, "Using musical notes as a death message?"

Tang Muqing watched the two minors talking quietly, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to poke Jiang Guling, "So do you think a person can really conceive a musical note code before being drowned and then write it down on the music score seriously? ?”

Jiang Gu Ling glanced at Tang Muqing's hand and said, "No."

They are about to drown. The human body's instinct must be to cry for help, scratch the murderer, and find a point of leverage. Some people may really be able to control muscle contracture, but it is definitely not something that an ordinary person can do.

"Oh." Tang Muqing nodded, leaning on Feng Guling's shoulder and yawned, his eyelids drooping together sleepily, "It's hard for Mr. Anshi to keep vigil, so don't count on me and Mr. Maori."

Hearing this, Jiang Guling snorted indifferently.

He said it as if he had counted on it.

"Bang bang—"

There was a gentle knock on the door, and a woman wearing a black turtleneck popped her head out of the door with a gentle smile on her face, "Everyone, I just went to the hotel to ask, but you didn't go back to rest, so I brought food over at this time. ...Everyone must be hungry, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mouri Kogoro smiled and said, "It's Dr. Narumi. I just feel a little hungry..."

Narumi Asai knelt on the floor and opened the food box in her hand, revealing the rice balls and sushi inside. "Thank you for your hard work, everyone, guarding the crime scene here."

Xiaolan looked at Asai Narumi with a rice ball in her hands and praised her seriously, "Dr. Narumi is very careful. Of course, the rice balls are also delicious."

Hearing this, Asai Narumi smiled slightly and knelt down beside him, looking gentle.

"Eat." Fangtani Rei forced a smile towards Dr. Narumi, picked up a rice ball and handed it to Tang Muqing, "You didn't eat lunch or dinner."

"No." The smile on Tang Muqing's face disappeared completely, and he closed his eyes against Jiang Guling's shoulder, "You can't eat anything cold for dinner or late at night."

Jianggu Ling:......

"Why?" Fang Gu Ling rolled his eyes in his heart. He sat with his legs bent against the wall and used the rich man as a pillow. He took a bite of the rice ball with a deep voice.

"Aren't stomach problems and headaches standard for rich people like us?" Tang Muqing sighed feebly and waved his hands indifferently, "Although I don't have stomach problems, I resist eating cold food at night. No. Comfortable."

Not healthy at all.

He, Tang Muqing, must take good care of his body and wait for immortality!

"There are so many things." Jiang Guling said coldly, took out his mobile phone and checked his mailbox, "Which one do you think is worse for your health, being hungry or eating cold food?"

"But if I endure it for a while, a ship will dock." Tang Muqing thought for a while, and closed his eyes from sleepiness, "Officer Mu Mu led the police officers to Yueying Island, and he would also help me along the way. Steaming hot late-night snacks are delivered. Today’s late-night snack is peeled and stemmed tomatoes, boiled into a thick soup, with some beef slices and vegetables dipped in it. It’s very delicious and perfect for this cold night.”

As soon as he finished speaking, several people around him who were eating rice balls stopped in unison.

What did they hear?

I heard that Tang Muqing had people deliver hot Chinese food from Tokyo!

Jiang Guling looked at the half-eaten rice ball in his hand and couldn't help but turn to Tang Muqing, "Didn't you tell me earlier?"

Capitalists are indeed hateful, but if capitalists who enjoy themselves have the virtue of sharing, then they are not hateful at all.

Tang Muqing opened his eyelids and glanced at the rice ball with only half left in Jiang Guling's hand, and seemed to laugh, "It seems you don't understand me at all, which is really sad... If you knew me better, you would You will know that I never treat myself badly.”

Just like Zhufu Jingguang and Ginjiu, the two of them are really just waiting for food with their mouths open. When traveling with him, they never worry about what to eat, they all have arranged Chinese food.

"But I still have to thank Dr. Chengshi." Tang Muqing suddenly remembered something. He bent his eyes and looked at the woman sitting beside him, and said softly: "If it weren't for Dr. Chengshi's visit, the cold tonight might not even be enough for the steaming meals." It can’t be dispelled.”

Asai Narumi blinked, and was startled when he met those gentle eyes, and then nodded, "Listening to what Mr. Tang Mu said, I feel that I am not here to deliver dinner tonight, but rather to deliver warmth."

"Of course." Tang Muqing smiled, and just as he was about to say something, he heard the closed door open again.

Officer Megu, who was dispatched urgently, was holding a huge thermal bag in his hand. He stood at the door with his half-moon eyes and looked at everyone in the room. Next to him was a panting local policeman with white hair and beard.

"Hey, brother Tang Mu." Officer Mumu looked at the people in front of him speechlessly, and finally couldn't suppress the complaints in his heart, "Why do I always feel that you have arranged this police trip?"

Tang Muqing rolled his eyes and said softly: "I stayed at the scene of the crime in fear. I just wanted to see you as soon as possible for protection..."

Mu Mu Thirteen:......

It makes sense, but why does this sentence sound wrong?

Officer Megure looked around, and finally complained in a low voice, "I'll leave this to Officer Obara."