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

The man who was said to be jealous of the minor finally couldn't stand the teasing from the ATM machine anymore. He hung up the phone coldly and decided to put Tang Muching on the blacklist later.

"What a bad temper." Tang Muqing looked down at the dark screen of his phone and poked Matsuda Jinpei who was playing with his phone next to him. "How come criminals these days have such bad tempers? They hang up on me at every turn. To be honest, it's rare to find someone who dares to hang up on me."

When has he ever suffered such humiliation?

But if I just let it go, I would really feel reluctant.

Tang Muching shook his head helplessly and put away his phone, planning to coax his silver long-haired cat after the conversation was over.

"You're asking me?" Matsuda Jinpei was speechless and couldn't help but raise his finger and point at himself. "I'm not a criminal, why are you asking me? As for hanging up the phone..."

Matsuda Jinpei frowned and looked at Tang Muqing, and turned his head after a long time, "You speak as if few people hang up on you."

Hiro might not, but Zero would definitely hang up.

Jinpei Matsuda leaned lazily on the sofa, his legs dangling, obviously feeling that this kind of life without being able to investigate cases or defuse bombs was a bit boring.

A hand reached out from the side. Matsuda Jinpei frowned as he looked at the hand, which paused for a moment before being placed on his forehead. He looked at Tang Muqing with a puzzled look, "What's wrong? Do you feel that there is not enough crowd around you?"

At this point, Matsuda Jinpei snorted and laughed, "Don't try to threaten me. If you are willing to give up the two of them, you can use them to threaten me to obey."

Tang Muqing:...

Young people really have big imaginations.

Tang Muqing tapped Matsuda Jinpei's head with his fingertips, and held his head with his palm and moved it towards his arms. "I see you frown, you must have a headache. Come here, I'll rub it for you."

Matsuda Jinpei:......

I felt a strange ambiguity. It’s not really ambiguity, but there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy, as if I was a child waiting to be taken care of.

Matsuda Jinpei waved away Tang Muqing's hand, sat on the ground with a pillow under his head, and tilted his neck back, "This is also fine."

Let the children be children, be intimate but not ambiguous.

Otherwise he would have to face the weird looks from Hiro and Zero, no way!

Tang Muqing showed a helpless smile, wiped his hands, and then slowly rubbed Matsuda Jinpei's temple, using a little force with his fingertips, "It's rare for me to serve someone."

"It's rare, but I've seen it." Matsuda Jinpei accepted it calmly and closed his eyes to relieve his headache. "Besides... the psychological counseling room of the Metropolitan Police Department is open to police officers. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Karaki."

"Well, let your good friend help me relieve this hardship when we go back tonight?" Tang Muching chuckled, and tidied up Matsuda Jinpei's hair, using his fingertips to curl each small curl into a casual yet exquisite look.

The correct approach is to seize the weakness and strike hard to win.

Morofushi Keiko craves safety, Furuya Rei needs to relax and vent, Gin needs a safe house where he can completely relax and not think about action, and as for Matsuda Jinpei...

Never mind, he doesn't need anything.

Tang Muqing seemed to have a little pity for the younger generation. He slowly massaged Matsuda Jinpei's head, and finally pinched his earlobe with his fingers, "Why don't you pierce your ears?"

Matsuda Jinpei:? ? ?

Jinpei Matsuda opened his eyes and met a pair of gentle light brown eyes.

There was a lot of emotion in those eyes, but it was always hard to read. "Do you...remember that I'm a policeman?"

"Not really." Tang Muqing said casually, tapping the other person's head with his bent fingers, "But being a policeman should be nice."

In the confused look of Matsuda Jinpei, Tang Muqing stretched out his hand to press down his eyelids, "Don't open your eyes, light and sound stimulation will aggravate the headache."

Matsuda Jinpei was stunned for a moment, then he obediently closed his eyes, sat on the ground in front of the sofa, and leaned his head back, resting his head on the pillow on Tang Muqing's legs, "Oh."

it's wired.

The right spices can affect a person's mood and even physical condition.

A calm woody scent mixed with gentle roses came from behind his head. Matsuda Jinpei closed his eyes and opened them again, but he felt something was wrong.

When you close your eyes, your sense of smell becomes very sharp. The scent of this perfume is so strong that I feel like a pervert, grabbing Tang Muching's collar and putting my face into his chest.

"what--"

Another scream was heard, and Matsuda Jinpei opened his eyes suddenly. He suddenly felt that this scream was God's punishment for his wild thoughts.

Tang Muqing also stopped moving his hands and patted Matsuda Jinpei on the head like he was patting a dog. "It looks like a serial murder case happened today."

It's unreasonable that this didn't make the headlines for three days.

Thanks to the murderer for the free promotion.

Matsuda Jinpei stood up, straightened his flattened hair, and then yawned, "I'll go take a look, you stay here to avoid danger--"

Before he finished speaking, Matsuda Jinpei met Tang Muqing's smiling eyes.

"Yeah." Tang Muqing once again resumed his sitting posture of leaning against the sofa with his legs crossed and his chin propped up, looking at Matsuda Jinpei with a half-smile, "Just go ahead, and let me and the two ladies stay in this room and let the murderer find a way to assassinate us. Anyway... you won't be sad if I die, right?"

Matsuda Jinpei:......

Matsuda Jinpei moved his nose and said, "I seem to smell the scent of tea leaves."