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

After seeing a criminal coming, Zhu Fu Jingguang yawned, turned and walked into the accompanying room at the side, leaving the ward to Gin and Tang Muqing.

Maybe they want to discuss some murder and arson.

I stayed and heard it, but it would be inappropriate not to tell the police. If I told the police, I would be in trouble and would have to ask Tang Muching for help.

It’s better not to listen.

Tangmu Hecheng covered his beating heart, took a deep look at Tangmu Qing, followed the steps of Officer Obara, and hid in the compartment next to him with Butler Ishii, not daring to interfere in the conversation between his nephew and Gin.

Who could have thought that my brother and sister-in-law would give birth to a vixen!

Even the top killers in the organization could be confused, and they came running over with anxious eyes when they heard that he was injured.

What safety, what traps, I don’t care at all!

How come he didn't know before that Gin was a love-obsessed person? !

Tang Mu and Cheng suppressed all the speculations in their minds, sat in the cubicle and looked calmly at the man who was lighting a cigarette silently not far away.

After thinking for a while, Tang Mu He Cheng couldn't help but lower his voice and ask, "Are you really not jealous at all?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

ask him?

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked up at Tang Mu He Cheng in disbelief, not being able to understand at all why Tang Mu He Cheng could say such a thing.

Although Tangmu Hecheng doesn't have as many flowers as Tangmu Qing, he's not much worse, right?

How could one ask such a question?

"Oh, I see." Tang Mu Hecheng came back to his senses, retracted his gaze and took out his cigarette box.

Indeed, where is there such a thing as love in the lives of people like them?

It’s just… each taking what he needs?

Or maybe... I feel lonely late at night and just want to find someone to spend time with.

But...his eldest nephew was too affectionate, giving people the feeling that he loved everyone, making it difficult to tell whether it was true or false.

Separated by a wall, in the ward.

Gin stood in front of the bed, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking down at the pale man lying on the bed.

After a moment's silence, Gin reached out and lifted the quilt that Tang Muqing had tucked under his abdomen, then lifted up his pajamas, revealing the wound covered with gauze.

Gin had a calm face. He lifted the gauze without mercy and looked at the sutured wound. He couldn't help but sneer, "Did that elementary school student give your skills to you? You actually let someone stab a knife into your body?"

"You are so mean. Not only did you not bring any fruit or flowers when you came to visit me, you were even mean to me." Tang Muqing rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand to fix his gauze, and then frowned at Gin, "I'm already injured, can't you be a little gentle to me?"

Gin scoffed, "It's not like I got you injured."

"I got injured to make money for the organization. Isn't this for you? At least it reduces your workload, right?" Tang Muqing retorted, grabbing Gin's hand and shaking it, "You're injured, and you don't even smile."

As he said this, Tang Muqing couldn't help but secretly glare at Gin, "Stingy."

"Ah."

Gin sneered and almost rolled his eyes, "I think even if you are cremated, you should still have a mouth to say such nonsense."

He casually pulled the quilt upwards and said calmly, "You didn't even see the attacker clearly?"

Tang Muqing spread his hands, "It's pitch black, I can only see the white of the eyeballs and teeth, how can I see?"

Gin:? ? ?

are you crazy?

Now not only am I crazy, but I'm also blind?

Why can’t I watch it anymore?

Gin frowned and looked at Tang Muqing, "We are in the hospital right now, let the psychiatrist treat your illness."

He glanced at Tang Muqing's bandaged palm again, "What happened to his hand?"

"Grab the knife... If I don't hold it, I'll be stabbed through right now..." Tang Muqing sighed heavily and moved to the other side of the bed, "Sit down, you feel quite oppressive standing like this."

I'm already tall, and now this posture...

It's a bit fierce.

"I just want a list of names. Just tell me the people you suspect."

Gin was pulled to sit down obediently, biting his cigarette and speaking calmly, "Instead of relying on the Metropolitan Police Department to help you find the murderer, why don't you let me do it."

"Oh, it's better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go. If you kill enough people, you will eventually kill the real culprit, right?" Tang Muqing yawned, shook Gin's hand, and then pressed it against his face. He closed his eyes and spoke softly, "It's better not to take risks. If all the suspects on the list checked by the Metropolitan Police Department are killed, you will reveal some traces and be noticed by them. This matter..."

Tang Muqing thought about his wound and said calmly: "With Conan here, he can find the murderer. If he can't find the murderer... I can make up some false evidence and put the blame on the FBI."

Gin:......

What does this have to do with the FBI?

Gin raised his eyebrows and looked at Tang Muqing, "Let the Metropolitan Police Department suspect that the FBI is stealing your girlfriend? Dog bites dog?"

"Find something for Canary to do. I envy him for having so much free time every day." Tang Muqing blinked at Gin and smiled a little. "By the way... let's make our little detective not trust the FBI so much, right?"