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

Conan followed Tang Muqing up the stairs, his eyes shining brightly all the way, looking left and right trying to find the attacker hiding in the shadows.

Ten minutes later, Tang Muching stopped and knocked on the door next to the corridor.

The solid wood door panels are very strong and keep all sounds outside the house, making it sound very quiet inside the house.

After a moment, the door opened from the inside.

The man with short blond hair and tan skin stood by the door and glanced at the two people standing at the door with a surprised look, "Have you finished dealing with the things downstairs? Can I go out now?"

Being locked in the room, I feel like I'm going to grow mushrooms.

Hiro was very tired from working overtime recently, and fell asleep on the bed without even taking off his coat. He slept so deeply that he didn't even turn over.

He sat alone on the sofa next to him, with no cell phone to play with and no case to solve. He looked like a wooden stake placed in a cave, sowing spores and waiting for mushrooms to grow.

"Not yet. The young detective is a little worried about Officer Ohara, so he came to check." Tang Muching pushed the door open and squinted at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was leaning on the bed and already sleeping.

He thought for a moment, his eyes falling on Furuya Rei, "If you're bored, you can go down and take a look. I'll stay here with him."

The voice was quite loud, but Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't even frown.

Tang Muqing's eyelids twitched. He walked to the bedside and wiped his hands. He raised his hand and touched Zhu Fu Jingguang's forehead. "He doesn't have a fever. He must be too tired."

I heard that after working overtime a few days ago, Gin took him out for some fresh air. Must he be tired?

Gin is feeling extremely frustrated now. He can watch the undercover but not kill them, and the same goes for Kudo Shinichi. He is so angry that he goes out to earn money to relax, and occasionally messes with the known undercover to see if he can kill the traitors as a form of entertainment.

Tang Muqing sighed helplessly, and when he turned around, he saw Fūya Zero's vigilant gaze.

Tang Muqing:...

Did anything happen that required him to be on guard?

Tang Muqing couldn't help but look down at his clothes and looked at Furuya Ling in confusion, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me? Why are you looking at me like that?"

He wasn't replaced by Vermouth in disguise, right?

Hearing this, Fōtani Rei looked at Tang Muqing carefully with a suspicious look.

He reached out and covered Conan's ears, frowned and said disapprovingly: "He was not feeling well and fell asleep. I was afraid that you would take the opportunity to do something unhealthy with him, which would make his already weak body worse!"

Maybe he fell asleep out of exhaustion because he was bullied in another lounge before!

Although these good friends sometimes cheat each other, they have to be careful at times like this!

How could you send Hiro into danger?!

Tang Muqing:...

Is he a pervert?!

Tang Muqing closed his eyes and raised his hand to untie his tie. "You think too much. No matter how cruel I am, I will not take advantage of others. There are still dead people downstairs. I am not cruel enough to do anything at the crime scene."

Tang Muqing casually took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa beside him. He glanced from Furiya Rei to Conan, "Take this little detective out to investigate the case. As for taking care of people... I'm not proud, but you really can't compare to me."

Fūya Ling frowned and looked at Tang Muqing carefully, as if he was evaluating whether this option was feasible.

After a long while, Furuya Ling finally nodded reluctantly, "Okay, you'll just cause trouble downstairs anyway, I'll call you if there's anything."

As he said that, Furuya Rei squatted down and patted Conan on the head, "We have seen Mr. Ohara, let's go downstairs."

Conan: ...

Conan Banyue looked at the two people in front of him who were fooling him, took a deep breath, and walked out with drooped shoulders.

It was so irritating that these two people thought he was a child so they covered their ears and fooled him.

But the words were spoken so clearly, so he should be able to analyze what was said through the movement of his lips!

Besides...

Conan couldn't help but pat his head and sighed heavily, "It's better not to listen!"

Being able to read lips is sometimes not a good thing. He, a young high school boy, actually watched the speech of Tang Muching, the playboy beast.

Oh, how terrible.

The lounge returned to silence once again, and the smile on Tang Muching's lips disappeared without a trace.

He turned around and sat on the sofa, supporting his chin with his mobile phone, opened his mailbox and looked through the unread emails, and sent Gin an email to harass him.

But after a moment, Zhu Fujingguang opened his eyes, stared at Tang Muqing's profile and said, "I knew it was you."

I didn't hear the sound, but suddenly I smelled a familiar scent of perfume.

It's rich, but not pungent.

"I feel like your good friend is a bit boring." Tang Muqing smiled, turned his head to look at Zhu Fu Jingguang, reached out his hand and touched his forehead and behind his ears again, "I'm still considerate, I won't feel bored no matter how long I stay with you."

"Yeah, that's thoughtful." Zhu Fu Jingguang straightened up slightly, took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt, and then lay down. "Then I'll trouble you to continue to watch over me. I still want to sleep for a while."

Tang Muqing watched quietly, and when Zhu Fujingguang relaxed and fell asleep, he said coldly, "Butler Ishii will accompany you to the physical examination tomorrow, don't try to hide."