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

"Brother Tang Mu!"

The elementary school student sat on a stool and looked at the man lying on the bed with worry in his eyes. "How is your health? What did the doctor say? Is it dangerous? How many days do you need to stay in the hospital?"

The appearance of the Grim Reaper Elementary School Student in the hospital always makes people wonder who this kid is going to kill, but this kind of worry seems to be the norm for the protagonist.

Tang Muqing shook his head. "There is no danger. He is in good health. He just needs to lie down for a few days to wait for his wound to heal. The rest... is fine."

It was just a minor injury, but luckily the person who attacked him was not the same person as the murderer, and his method was not professional at all.

The wound avoided the internal organs and only scratched the skin and muscle layer, oh, and a little intestine.

It looked much better than the wounds on the dead bodies' necks that had cut their aortas.

Conan nodded thoughtfully, and reached out to press the back of Tang Muqing's hand where the needle was inserted. "That's good, but Officer Megure is investigating the murderer and will catch him soon. Don't worry, brother Tang Mu."

Conan looked up and around, "You..."

Officer Obara is on leave these days and comes to take care of Tang Muching.

Mr. Amuro and Ms. Akemi are responsible for liaising with the Metropolitan Police Department and providing clues.

Inside and outside the ward... there was a group of bodyguards in black, and he almost thought he had mistakenly entered a meeting of the Black Organization, but he did not see the man with silver hair.

Conan frowned slightly, as if thinking about the case.

It seems that Tang Muqing is not a core member of the Black Organization, otherwise there should be news of the murderer being assassinated by now, but...

Not necessarily. What if the other party chooses to remain silent because the police intervene?

Conan's mind was full of thoughts, and before he could sort them out he was hit on the head.

Tang Muqing looked at Conan with a puzzled look and asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about the case." Conan opened his mouth, but his eyes looked around involuntarily. After seeing no outsiders, he quietly approached Tang Muqing and asked in a low voice, "We received two threatening letters, and now there are two victims. According to my uncle's speculation, there will be more deaths next, but... I always feel that although the murder method is the same, there seems to be something more."

At this point, Conan frowned. "The deceased were all people I met at the celebration banquet that day, but they were not killed until the next day. Their itineraries during this period have been clarified, but... why was it delayed for so long? If the mastermind hired a professional killer, then he must have found a killer in advance to trade with him. Why did he send a threatening letter to alert the enemy? Why did he have to wait until the press conference to take action?"

There were too many doubts, and Conan felt that even he, a famous high school detective, was a little confused.

He lacked that crucial flash of inspiration.

"Have you ever played a jigsaw puzzle?" Tang Muqing raised his hand and touched Conan's head, with a smile in his tone, "If the picture has been put together but extra parts are found, then..."

Before Tang Muqing could finish, Conan looked up suddenly, and it felt like the light bulb in his head had lit up, "It means there is more than one puzzle piece! In the murder case, there is more than one murderer, or even three or four, it's just that the cases are mixed together and look complicated!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Death God Elementary School Student jumped off the stool and ran out the door, "Brother Tangmu, have a good rest!"

Watching the little boy running away, Tang Muching sighed.

He turned to look at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was sitting on a small sofa nearby, and called out weakly, "Come and wipe my hands. I just touched his head."

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

Zhu Fujingguang had been reduced from a police officer to a nanny without knowing when. He could only go to the bathroom to wet a towel and come over to help Tang Muqing wipe his hands. "You stabbed my spine with that knife, right? Now you even need help to wipe your hands? Besides... Conan's head is not dirty, right?"

"It's not dirty, but I just dislike such a big kid." Tang Muqing let Zhu Fujingguang wipe his palms, and couldn't help but move his fingers to hook the other's palms, "Thank you for your hard work, Officer Xiaoyuan."

Zhu Fu Jingguang casually placed the towel on the bedside table beside him, sat on the stool beside the bed and propped up his chin, "It's not hard. Compared to the overtime that Matsuda has been working these days, taking care of the patient is nothing."

It's not that he doesn't love being a police officer, but...

Is the Metropolitan Police Department under a curse?!

Why can I work overtime so much!

The entire Metropolitan Police Department, from top to bottom, is working overtime every day!

Are there really so many cases in Japan! ?

Do you know that Zhu Fujingguang is not so busy even when he is in a criminal organization killing people and setting fires?

"You've become exhausted from all this." Tang Muqing, as the culprit who was being taken care of, was not at all self-conscious. He raised his hand and stroked Zhu Fu Jingguang's chin with his fingertips, his eyes full of gentle smiles, "Look, your beard has grown out too."

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

Once he knew it, he would immediately criticize his appearance and also bring up what happened on the rooftop in a sarcastic way.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took a deep breath, lay down and buried his face in Tang Muqing's arm, "Stop nagging."