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

"What are you talking about?"

Conan appeared out of nowhere, his eyes full of solemnity, but he looked at Tang Muqing curiously, "Another person just died outside, it was your designer, are you...are you guys talking about tea?"

Is your attitude so good?

Or……

Because of his unclear relationship with criminals, Tang Muching doesn't care that much about his life?

Under Conan's puzzled gaze, Tang Muqing sighed softly and raised his hand to touch his ear. "Just now, Officer Matsuda said that I have a fragrance of tea leaves. I am not someone who changes my perfume frequently. I asked him to smell it carefully. Who would have thought..."

At this point, Tang Muqing smiled helplessly, "Officer Matsuda is a bit shy. He doesn't even dare to find the answer to the question he asked. I have been posing here and waiting for a long time."

Conan: ...

There's a dead body outside, and you're already saying such teasing words here?

Is it the police who are teasing?

Conan looked up at Tang Muqing in disbelief, and opened his mouth but still didn't know what to say.

Yes, whether as a capitalist or a criminal, Tang Muching does have the ability to escape unscathed, even if his life is in danger at the crime scene, but...

Neither the police nor the Black Organization will let anything happen to Tang Muqing.

Conan was in mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was guessing the reason why Tang Muqing concealed his identity for him, and on the other hand, he couldn't help but worry about Tang Muqing's situation.

After a long time, Conan sighed softly, walked to Tang Muqing and pulled his sleeve, "I just heard from Uncle Maori that the dead were all killed by a single cut in the throat, which looked like the work of a professional killer, so... everyone could be a suspect."

The classic three-choice game was completely out of control, and Conan couldn't help but feel confused.

He looked at Tang Muqing and asked seriously, "Brother Tangmu, think about it, have you ever provoked a killer or someone who can hire a killer?"

For example... some criminal organization?

"My opponents...any of those companies can hire assassins, right?" Tang Muqing recalled thoughtfully, resting his palms on his folded knees and turning the rings on his fingers that served as accessories. "As for assassins...I have never offended them."

But I have teased you.

Even with a red wanted poster and a terrifyingly high bounty, Gin would still lie beside him and gently rub his shoulder.

Tang Muqing had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes fell on Conan, "Conan, have you figured out how to solve the case?"

Conan: ...

This means that although he is Kudo Shinichi, he is just Conan now!

Conan glanced at Xiaolan, who was sitting not far away leaning on Miyano Akemi and resting with her eyes closed, and then looked at Matsuda Jinpei, who was coaxing her ears and turning her head away like a black policeman, and tilted his head to act like a child, "No~ Uncle didn't think of it either!"

Tang Muqing just watched Conan perform quietly, staring at him with a smile until Conan stopped pretending to be good and cute.

When training a puppy, you sometimes need to be cool and watch it act up without intervening.

Then... the puppy will feel that something is wrong and will turn its head to rub its owner's hand in a flattering manner.

After being stared at by Tang Muqing with a playful look for a while, Conan lowered his head and touched the back of his head, then moved closer to Tang Muqing in a seemingly obedient manner, "Brother Tangmu..."

Conan paused for a moment and continued, "I want to... I want to check the hotel to make sure the murderer is hiding in the dark, but... there is your lounge upstairs, I..."

I used to be able to pretend to be a child and break in, but now I don’t dare.

Tang Muching looks gentle and has no temper, but the consequence of violating the rules he set is that you will be forced to copy laws until you can't lift your hands, and Tang Muching will be angry and treat you coldly for two days.

Besides...

It is not clear who is in the lounge.

Hearing this, Tang Muqing thought for a while.

He placed his palm on Conan's shoulder, bent down slightly and leaned close to Conan's ear, and said in a low voice with a hint of teasing, "But only you can go and see it. The people inside... are not easy to show up."

Conan:! ! !

Criminals?!

The Black Organization?!

Professional killer?!

Under Conan's shocked and suspicious gaze, Tang Muqing smiled helplessly and explained softly, "It's Mr. Ohara. He came to see me today because he's on vacation. But a case happened and there are media and police everywhere. If he comes out... it's not good."

Conan: ...

Oh, Officer Obara.

That's not good indeed.

If the police see it, they will say there is a hidden rule. If the media see it, they might even report it. This is definitely not a good thing for a police officer to do.

I originally thought there was a criminal hiding there, but now it seems... there is a close friend hiding there.

Conan sighed, but then thought of something.

He put his palm on Tang Muqing's knee and widened his eyes, "Will Mr. Xiaoyuan be in danger?! He has not come out of the lounge..."

Tang Muqing:...

Tang Muqing thought about Scotland's behavior of killing one person with a single shot in the organization, and then thought about Bourbon, who had a bad temper. In the end, he hesitated to speak, "Who is so stupid as to provoke him..."