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

"Where's Mr. Amuro?"

The next morning, Xiaolan put the last breakfast on the table, looked at Tang Muqing who was walking down the stairs sleepily, and asked doubtfully, "Is Mr. Amuro not up yet?"

"Going to do morning exercises." Tang Muqing responded, turning his head and yawning, with a hangover look on his face, "By the way, pick up my luggage at the pier."

Xiaolan looked confused, "Luggage?"

Didn't you bring your luggage?

"Something I need for work." Tang Muqing rubbed his cheeks, looked down at the breakfast in front of him, and then raised his head to look at Mao Lilan, "Thank you Xiaolan for helping me prepare breakfast. I really envy Shinichi... "

Hearing this, Xiaolan's ears flushed a little red, but she still defended herself: "This has nothing to do with Shinichi. You should obviously envy your father."

How could it be possible to envy Kudo Shinichi? !

What does the breakfast she made have to do with Kudo Shinichi? !

Tang Muqing laughed, sat cross-legged next to the low table with his chin propped up, and looked at the yawning primary school student next to him with a slightly raised brow.

The bag on the head of the primary school student, the god of death, has disappeared. At this time, he looked at Mao Lilan blankly, feeling that Xiaolan seemed to have changed a little without knowing it.

but……

Conan tilted his head slightly and met Tang Muqing's gentle, smiling eyes.

Why do you have to look at yourself when it comes to Kudo Shinichi?

Is it...

While Conan was brainstorming, Mouri Kogoro finally recovered from his hangover and retorted with a serious face, "What does it have to do with the brat from the Kudo family!"

Although they were childhood sweethearts, the brat from the Kudo family refused to send messages to Xiaolan, which made Xiaolan worry every day and was not reliable at all!

"Ah, yes, I should be envious of Mr. Maoli for having such an outstanding daughter." Tang Muqing smiled with his eyes bent, slowly picked up the coffee cup and drank the iced coffee, always feeling that he was not awake yet, "But the new If he doesn’t come back, I might feel sorry for him.”

Maori Kogoro:……

If it had been before, he should have refuted and condemned Tang Muqing now.

but now……

Tang Muqing was just joking, right?

Maori Kogoro looked at Tang Muqing for half a month without any expression, "If you were a few years younger, I might actually marry Xiaolan to you."

The main reason is not his age, but the playboy character of Tang Muqing...

Tang Muqing smiled, glanced at a certain elementary school student who changed his face, and slowly drank coffee and had breakfast.

After a while, the blond man came in from outside the house carrying a duffel bag. He placed the bag next to Tang Muqing and sat down with a look of fatigue on his face. "The things have been brought here. The yacht is waiting at the dock."

"Yeah." Tang Muqing responded, opened the duffel bag, looked at the documents inside and sighed, "It seems that part-time job is not easy to do."

It looks quite cool, but in fact there are quite a lot of odd jobs.

To make money, to send money to the winery, and to be chic everywhere in the flower world.

Jiang Gu Ling glanced at Tang Muqing, holding breakfast with his legs crossed and without any expression, "Then you retire."

"I do have this plan." Tang Muqing recalled his life plan and leaned towards Jiang Guling, "When I retire, I will be an old man who really has money and time. Why don't you try to kill me? Then my inheritance will be given to you."

Jianggu Ling:......

Isn’t it said that rich people believe in metaphysics?

People have to find a good life when doing business and signing contracts. Why doesn't Tang Muqing avoid it at all?

"Isn't your inheritance from the Metropolitan Police Department?" Rei Fangtani sneered, biting into his sandwich and feeling weak, "Humph."

There is no difference. Let's see if Gin Jiu can tolerate Tang Muqing living beyond thirty years old.

"Isn't there still a salary paid to me by the Metropolitan Police? I'll give it to you when the time comes." Tang Muqing smiled, and after drinking a cup of coffee, he lowered his head and quickly looked at the documents in his hand, "I'm so busy, I'll have more to do later. Go and sort out the clues with Officer Megure."

Fangtani Ling ate his breakfast with a cold face, and after humming, he didn't say much.

Still busy?

How much workload did an explosion inexplicably increase for the Metropolitan Police Department?

Do you still have the nerve to say you are busy?

Fang Gu Zero suppressed the complaints in his heart and tried hard to control his sarcastic words.

Tang Muqing quickly looked through everything in the duffel bag, then stuffed the duffel bag into Jianggu Ling's arms, "Just make up some notes and stay at the hotel to rest. You don't have to follow me today."

With that said, Tang Muqing stood up, straightened the collar and cuffs of his shirt, put on his coat and hurried out, obviously not intending to eat two sandwiches for breakfast.

Feng Guling was stunned for a moment, glanced at the untouched breakfast on the table, and couldn't help but frown.

I'm so picky. If it wasn't for sobering up, I might not even drink coffee.

Fangtani Ling took out his phone and looked at it. He was slightly relieved after seeing the message from his contact person.

It’s really hard for the people at the Metropolitan Police Department, who have to bring food to the capitalist mascot when they come to investigate a case.

Outside the door, a doctor with a high ponytail was waiting with a medicine box in his hand. He smiled slightly when he saw the person coming. When Tang Muqing came to him, he lifted his feet and walked side by side towards the crime scene.

"Mr. Tang Mu." Asai Narimi smiled slightly, walked beside Tang Muqing and lowered his voice, "Where are the missing people?"

Still thinking that if Tang Muqing couldn't be killed, he would kill him himself, but the victim would be gone? !

Do you know how painful this is for a serial murderer who is driven crazy by hatred?

"They were taken away by criminals." Tang Muqing put his arm on Asai Narumi's shoulders, and walked towards the citizens who had turned into rubbles. "Don't worry, they will become your best experiment." body."

Asai Narumi nodded, and after a while he whispered softly: "A famous Japanese entrepreneur commits crimes behind the scenes? He even joined a... criminal organization that can be called a giant?"

"Yes." Tang Muqing nodded calmly, the gentle smile on his face not changing at all, "Mr. Chengshi, do you want to report me?"

"How could it be?" Asai Narimi laughed, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, "I said I would accept your invitation."

The conditions given by Tang Muqing were too good. He didn't have to kill people with his own hands, he only needed to research medicines.

Although it still goes against the expectations of his dead father, but... is it better than turning into a murderer completely?

Even if he was living in a dark ditch, that was the life his father wanted.

"Okay." Tang Muqing smiled and squinted at the Citizens' Office, which was still smoking in the distance. "But it might be a bit unpleasant. For example, Dr. Chengshi who returned to Yueying Island from Tokyo was killed by someone. The playboy was confused and followed him back to Tokyo, and in order to stay with me, he even went to work in a hospital under my name."

Having said this, Tang Muqing held Asai Narumi's shoulders and smiled gently, "Congratulations, Dr. Narumi, you are about to become the subject of scandals that I can't count."