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

"I really..."

In the darkness, the blond man finally couldn't bear it and sat up from his bed, looking at the second quilt that had inexplicably appeared on his body with a speechless expression.

On the soft bed next to him, a tall and long-legged man was wearing soft and smooth silk pajamas. He was lying on his back. His loose trousers were lifted up, exposing his calves and ankles. The pajamas on his upper body were also tilted up because of turning around. Belly exposed.

In the dark room, only the moonlight shone dimly through the curtains. The weak moonlight outlined unclear lines, but you could see the muscle lines that were difficult to hide with the thin skin, and the skin color that looked particularly white under the moonlight.

Fangtani Ling sat on the carpet, couldn't help but put his hands on his head, lowered his head, and closed his eyes hard.

He asked why he had a cold!

Who is a good person who can turn his head and feet around when sleeping on a two-meter-long bed?

The quilt has been kicked off? !

Fangtani Rei took a deep breath, quietly sat up from the ground, picked up the heavy quilt and threw it on the bed, completely covering the man on the bed, leaving only his head exposed.

A pair of light brown eyes opened in the darkness, meeting Shang Jianggu Ling's gaze.

Jianggu Ling:......

Rei Fangtani recalled his own movements while lying on the bedside tucking in the quilt, as well as the other person's reclining posture, and felt that something was not right for some reason.

Wait, this kid is still awake in the middle of the night?

Then why don't you cover yourself with a quilt?

In the silence, the pair of light brown eyes blinked again and again, unable to reach the real point. When Jiang Guling finally wanted to frown, he closed his eyelids and fell into a deep sleep again.

Jianggu Ling:......

It felt like Tang Muqing was suffering from some serious illness.

Rei Fukutani touched his phone and looked at the unread messages he had received. After thinking for a while, he stood up and took out the belt from the clothes he had changed.

He groped his way back to the bed and once again met a pair of light brown eyes that opened quietly.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and before Tang Muqing came to his senses, Jiang Guling stretched out his hand to shake the quilt, flattened it with an expressionless face, and wrapped it around Tang Muqing, rolling it into a round cocoon.

Two belts came in handy, one tied to the shoulders and the other to the legs, completely sealing a certain shameless vixen.

The blond man finally breathed a sigh of relief, pushed Tang Muqing to the side, hugged his quilt and lay comfortably on the bed on the other side, hugging the quilt and fell asleep.

As expected, it was a simple hotel, and the carpets were not as warm as the carpets at Tang Muqing's home.

……

"Brother Tang Mu, you finally woke up."

Mumu Shisan sighed heavily, with a look of exhaustion on his face from investigating the case all night long.

He turned his head and yawned, squinting his eyes slightly and said: "Did this crime scene be robbed again? Last night we extracted more than thirty footprints and countless fingerprints..."

worn out.

He seemed to know Tang Muqing's feelings for Officer Obara, and he was unwilling to let him travel all night and stayed in Tokyo.

Tang Muqing lowered his eyes and rubbed his wrist, and said helplessly: "With Mr. Maoli and Conan, these few footprints and fingerprints are already considered few."

Some footprints and fingerprints appear to belong to the same person at first glance, and this person is still believed by the police. However, when it comes to fixing evidence, you still have to carefully follow the procedures to eliminate suspicion, from alibis to interpersonal relationships to witness testimony. How convenient. Eliminate people like Mouri Kogoro and Conan from the suspect team.

so……

Detectives solving crimes are really exciting to watch, and one small case per episode is indeed very fast, but for the police, it is still the same procedure.

It's nothing more than knowing who the suspect is, which can save you some useless efforts when looking for evidence later.

The real solution of a crime is definitely not as simple as reasoning. It is the accumulation of various trivial tasks to prove the crime step by step.

Tang Muqing patted Officer Mumu on the shoulder and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work, Officer Mumu."

Mumu Shisan rubbed his cheeks and sighed softly, "Hey..."

I'm a little tired, and I feel like the detectives can help, but there have been frequent cases recently, and the Metropolitan Police Department is a little short of manpower...

Officer Memu glanced at the Maori family standing nearby, but a flash of red suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision.

Officer Mu Mu narrowed his eyes, bent slightly, looked at Tang Muqing's wrist, and frowned, "What's going on?! You were kidnapped?!"

From the wrist to the fingertips, there were fine bleeding spots, and small red spots spread all over the arm, which looked scary and uncomfortable.

Tang Muqing lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, "It's okay. I pressed my hand while sleeping last night."

The black-skinned golden retriever's leash was a little tight, so he woke up in the middle of the night. In order to crawl out of the quilt, he staged a race against time in the middle of the night.

A dark-skinned athlete next to him covered his head and fell asleep without waking up. He couldn't even stretch out his legs even if he wanted to kick him!

He could be miserable and miserable, but he couldn't be suffocated to death in bed.

A small man next to him came over and said in a serious tone, "You can't press out such marks when you are fast asleep. It seems that there are ropes and other things binding the arms, which affects the blood flow and suppresses the bleeding points. However, Fortunately, it’s not serious, but you have to be careful in the future, otherwise there is a risk of amputation.”

Tang Muqing:...

Listen!

Is this what people say? !

Is this Conan cursing him? !

"Conan seems to understand very well." Tang Muqing lowered his eyes and chuckled, his voice gentle, "Did you see it on TV again?"

Conan raised his head with a smile, "Yes... yes! There are a lot of fun things on the TV!"

Having said this, Conan quickly changed the subject, "So, Brother Tang Mu, how did you end up like this? Did someone attack you?"

"Ah, so that's it..." Tang Muqing smiled, looking thoughtfully at Jiang Gu Ling, who was standing aside with a dark face, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Actually, it's not that tragic. Just a little thing.”

With Fukoutani's face darkening, the adult man slowly adjusted his cuffs, covering up all the ugly marks on his arms, and said softly, "I just went too far last night with Mr. Amuro and lost my sense of proportion. It’s not something that has to be said.”

Having said this, Tang Muqing raised his eyes and looked at Toru Amuro with a smile, his eyebrows raised a little, half-smiling, "Mr. Amuro, are you right?"

Toru Amuro:......

He... seems to be like this, but there is something wrong with Tang Muqing's expression?

"Fucking?" Conan tilted his head and looked at Tang Muqing in confusion. After thinking for a while, he moved closer to Toru Amuro. He quietly reached out and lifted up Toru Amuro's sleeves. He looked at the same marks on the other person's arms and frowned, "So that's it. , but you are all so old, why are you still fighting?"

Toru Amuro:......

Is that slapstick?

Tang Muqing rescued himself and tied him up while he was sleeping!

This is called revenge!

Do you know how terrifying it is to open your eyes and find that you can't move and there is a vixen's face in front of you? !