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

Matsuda Jinpei took over the duties of bodyguard in a gloomy mood, and together with Xiaolan, escorted Tang Muqing and the gentle and delicate assistant to a separate reception room.

The entrances and exits were guarded by police, and the police who were questioning the guests were so busy that they wished they could be cut in half on the spot.

"Where is my good colleague?"

Matsuda Jinpei looked around and asked in confusion after a while, "He said he would come to see me, and he even sent me a message when he was almost there. Why haven't I seen him yet?"

At this point, Matsuda Jinpei paused, narrowed his eyes and looked at Tang Muqing, "Was he captured by you?"

Not far away, Xiaolan was whispering something with Miyano Akemi, and it was obvious that she had no intention of joining in the conversation here.

Tang Muching leaned tiredly on the sofa, sitting sideways with a pillow in his arms. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard Matsuda Jinpei's question.

He looked at Matsuda Jinpei meaningfully, and spoke in a tone that could not be overheard, "Yes, I caught him, ate him up, and threw him upstairs. Right now... my other assistant is accompanying the poor little thing that was hurt."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jinpei Matsuda raised his eyelids.

Although he is always treated as a child for some unknown reason, but... he is also an adult.

The question is, does Tang Muqing really want to say it so ambiguously?

This is no respect at all...

Never mind. It seems quite respectful. At least now the media outside are speculating that there is a canary hidden in the lounge instead of a policeman.

Matsuda Jinpei breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason, and slumped on the sofa, "Are you really not tired? There are so many beautiful women, so many flowers and plants, and people come and go around you, and the person next to you changes so frequently."

She's like an oiran, and she pays for it herself.

"You think too much." Hearing this, Tang Muqing looked at Matsuda Jinpei with a surprised look, then raised his hand to observe the watch and beads on his wrist, "First of all, I'm not a pervert. Secondly, I don't have any disease. Finally, I take good care of my health."

Tang Muching explained very seriously, leaning to the side with his forehead supported, his eyes half closed, not bothering to pay attention to the policeman who looked old but was actually a child.

What's wrong with being fickle?

Although he is fickle, he has the courage to admit it!

But he really does maintain his health, even!

Tang Muqing raised his hand and patted Matsuda Jinpei's palm, and said calmly, "I'm not feeling well, can you help me find a wheelchair?"

Matsuda Jinpei:......

Not really.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at Tang Muqing with a puzzled look, "You are sitting in a wheelchair right now. Doesn't that make people doubt your health?"

What if someone follows the clues and finds Jingguang?

By then, the rumors outside will not be about Canary being too clingy, but about a policeman abusing his power for personal gain and threatening a capitalist...

Tang Muqing was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "You're right, I still want this little bit of face."

What he said made sense, but the premise was that he and Zhu Fu Jingguang were not innocent.

Tang Muqing looked at Matsuda Jinpei deeply, and after a long while he couldn't help but chuckle, "You are really... so innocent that it makes me feel distressed."

Tsk, so naive.

Who wouldn’t want to write something on a blank piece of paper?

How could I resist signing a new notebook?

Tang Muching suppressed the thoughts running through his mind and took out his cell phone to make a call.

"Ok?"

A doubtful voice came from the receiver, a familiar hoarse and low voice with a hint of sleepiness, as if the voice had just woken up after a night of sleep.

Tang Muqing glanced at the police and Conan running around outside the door, and lowered his voice, "Someone's dead here."

"Oh." Gin made a muffled sound and seemed to turn over. "Dead."

As long as the ATM is alive, the others...

It's as if there are very few cases in Japan.

"The wound is very clean. It looks like he calculated the angle to avoid too much blood splashing on himself." Tang Muqing closed his eyes slightly and explained in a low voice, "Normally, agents and assassins can kill people in this way."

Gin opened his eyes, his light green eyes were cold, "Oh? I haven't sent anyone to solve your troubles recently."

Even if they sent people, it was just to gather information and carry out assassination. Who would be so stupid as to kill someone in such a situation?

Are you afraid that the police won’t be able to find you?

"Oh, let me take a closer look. I don't think this is a common crime scenario." Tang Muqing said softly, then asked doubtfully, "Is my press conference so important that I need to send out a professional killer?"

But if you think about it carefully, this is Conan, so there is no need to be surprised by any tricks he uses.

"Maybe the killer turned good and just happened to work in your company." Gin sneered, as if he was in a joking mood, "With that child who can't be killed by your side, isn't it normal for something to happen? Just bear with it?"

Tang Muqing:...

Bear it?

Tang Muqing looked around the room, raised his hand to pick up the brewed tea on the table and put it to his lips, lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Senior, do you also eat underage jealousy?"