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

After drinking alcohol, I always feel that my feet cannot touch the ground, and the temperature of my neck and cheeks is not as cold as usual.

Tang Muqing sat cross-legged on the tatami, with half-eaten food and wine glasses on the low table in front of him.

The drunkard uncle next to him was already drunk and was lying on the table talking nonsense. Xiaolan looked helpless and handed over a warm towel, "Brother Tang Mu, wipe your face and sober up. There are police officers on the case." You’re busy, you can go back and rest.”

Having said this, Xiaolan tilted her head and looked at Tang Muqing with worried eyes.

My biological father doesn’t have to worry about it, after all, this kind of scene often happens, but Tang Muqing…

After a glass of wine, I was already feeling drunk, but for the next few hours, I kept the same attitude while drinking naturally, and even my smile remained exactly the same gentleness.

But it was always worrying. His pale face, which was a little sickly, turned red at this time, and he was obviously very drunk.

"It's okay." Tang Muqing shook his head, lowered his head and buried his face in the towel and took a deep breath. He took off his glasses and put them in his pocket. He could only feel the strong smell of alcohol in his breath.

It seems that my drinking capacity will not change because of the time travel. The drinking capacity that was not very good in the first place does not seem to be good now, but fortunately I can barely hold on to my senses and throw myself back into a familiar car or bed to avoid encountering anything strange. What a wonderful thing.

"Let's go." Jiang Gu Ling finished the wine in his glass, put down the glass, and reached out to grab Tang Muqing's arm, "I'll take you back."

Tang Muqing shook his head, responded, and then looked up at Narumi Asai who was sitting next to him.

After being stunned for a moment, Tang Muqing nodded, stood up and leaned unsteadily on Fangtani Ling's body, "Mr. Amuro, please remember to cover me with a quilt tonight..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young capitalist tilted his head and fell asleep completely on Fang Gu Ling's shoulder.

Breathing lightly, the warm breath is entwined with the smell of alcohol.

Jiang Guling closed his eyes and was almost staggered by Tang Muqing.

"Mr. Amuro, let me help you." Xiaolan stood up and tried to hold Tang Muqing's other arm.

"It's okay." Jiang Gu Ling sighed imperceptibly, bent slightly and hugged Tang Muqing's waist, suddenly lifted the drunken capitalist on his shoulders, and strode toward the room.

Xiaolan was slightly startled, "Is this...really not going to spit it out?"

Why do you feel that Mr. Amuro is really not as patient as Brother Obara when he was his assistant?

The belly is just touching the shoulders. Is it really okay for a person who drinks a lot of wine?

Xiaolan watched the two people leave worriedly, then looked away and looked at Asai Narumi aside, "Dr. Narumi, thank you for helping me cook today. Are you full?"

"It's delicious." Asai Naomi smiled and looked at the drunk Mouri Kogoro beside him, "Do you need any help?"

The drunkard who just walked away didn't seem to need him to worry about. He looked very drunk, but...

Judging from his observation as a professional doctor, he can continue to drink a lot.

"No need, dad is often drunk, I'm already very good at it." Xiaolan smiled brightly, stood up and quickly sorted the dishes in front of her, then looked sideways at Conan, "Conan..."

The words "go to sleep" were stuck in my throat.

Xiaolan inexplicably remembered what Tang Muqing had said about not being too nice to a man, otherwise he would bite your nose and face. Xiaolan pursed her lips and said, "Conan, come and help me clear the tableware. Dr. Chengshi is going back to rest."

Conan nodded obediently, got up from the tatami, held Mouri Kogoro's head and moved away, arranging the wine glasses and dishes in front of him.

Asai Chengmi smiled and looked at it for a moment, packed up the tableware and left the hotel.

The night wind blew away the scorching heat of the day, and Yueying Island, which usually seemed quiet, became a little lonely because of the murder. However, the lights were brightly lit and the police officers were still busy.

Aso thought about the conversation with Tang Muqing and the strange email he had received inexplicably on his mobile phone, and looked in the direction of the Citizens' Office with a far-reaching gaze.

After a moment of silence, Aso Minoru turned around and returned to the clinic.

Forget it, let’s take a look first.

Tang Muqing could kill it for him, so why should he kill it himself?

If Tang Muqing can't do it...it won't be too late to kill him.

……

In a hotel room.

Jianggu Ling carried his boss back to the room with a calm face. He glanced at the bed and saw that there were no sharp objects before throwing Tang Muqing on it. "It's really troublesome."

Even though he was not a good drinker, he would not refuse anyone who came. Mouri Kogoro raised his glass and Tang Muqing raised his glass along with him.

He is obviously a rich man who doesn't need to look at other people's faces, but there is always some inexplicable politeness in a place like this.

Rei Fukutani watched as a certain drunkard kicked off his shoes skillfully, rolled around and wiped off his coat, and then skillfully rolled into the quilt, and repeated again, "It's really troublesome!"

After saying this, Rei Fangtani turned around and planned to take a shower and smoke a cigarette. After all, he had to wait for the bomb to detonate at night and steal a few people to give gin.

An inexplicable force came from his wrist. Jiang Guling lowered his eyes warily, and his eyes instantly became confused.

Wait, why did the man who had just found a comfortable sleeping position for himself quietly rotate himself 180 degrees when he turned around?

The man lay on his back on the bed, pressing the back of his head against the edge of the bed and opening his eyes. His gentle, drunken eyes reflected a little light in the dark room, which was misty.

Jiang Gu Ling glanced at his hand that was being held, and then moved his eyes to Tang Muqing's face. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether Tang Muqing was really awake or not drunk, or whether it was a habit after falling asleep. Opening your eyes is like sleepwalking.

"what happened?"

Looking at each other for a moment, Jiang Guling finally couldn't stand the vixen's watery eyes. He squatted beside the bed and asked doubtfully, "Are you feeling well? Let's make a deal first. If you vomit on the bed, you'll have to sleep on the floor."

Tang Muqing's eyelashes trembled, and he held Jiangu Ling's wrist with slight force, "It's still early."

"Huh?" Jianggu Ling seemed to have suppressed his impatience because the other party was a drunkard. He squatted by the bed and looked into Tang Muqing's eyes, "I know the time of the scheduled detonation."

"No need to go." Tang Muqing suddenly smiled, squinted his eyes and turned over, facing the direction of Jiang Guling, "What alibi is more suitable than a beautiful scene on a good day?"

Jianggu Ling:......

What about Tang Muqing's morality?

Even if he is a complete scumbag, he wouldn't pick a pair of good friends to attack, right?

Did Tang Muqing forget that he and Ginjiu were chatting together like little lovers during the day?

Is this really good?

"Do you need me to be stronger so that you can break through that unimportant bottom line?" Tang Muqing looked at Jiangu Ling who was silent for a long time, and finally spoke with a smile, "But what should I do? I don't like to use force to pressure you. people."