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

A two-story building somewhere.

The FBI agents gathered together, wearing clothes bought by tourists at specialty shops, or simple hoodies and sweatpants.

There were several convenience store lunch boxes on the table, and the ashtray was almost full to the brim.

At a desk against the wall, a long-haired man was sitting beside it, browsing the latest news, with a burning cigarette between his fingers.

The smoke rose up and seemed to be entangled with the man's long hair.

The cell phone on the table made a soft ding sound. Akai Shuichi lowered his eyes and took a look, his face becoming a little stiff.

The email only contained the address of the hospital and a hotel room.

The following message said that the hotel had prepared clothes for us to change into before going to the hospital.

Shuichi Akai seemed to have lost all his strength in an instant. He leaned back in his chair and couldn't even lift his hands to smoke.

He closed his eyes and remained silent, his whole body filled with a sense of despair that he had no desire to live.

After a moment's silence, Akai Shuichi stood up.

With a cold face, he found an empty space in the ashtray to put out his cigarette, picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair and put it on.

What else can be done?

What else can I do?

He really wants to blow up the whole of Japan now.

No, bombing Japan may not be enough, we have to bomb the entire earth.

Forget it. In order to stop crime, I can bear to sacrifice a little face and dignity...

Can't stand it at all.

"show?"

Sensing the movement, Judy, who had just walked in with a cup of coffee, couldn't help but look up and asked in confusion, "Is there something wrong? Or do you have any clues to investigate?"

At this point, Judy couldn't help but frown. "Recently, Japan has started issuing identity certificates. We don't have any documents that can prove our identity, and our passports were forged with fake identities. If you go out, you must be careful. If you are checked by the Metropolitan Police Department, you will waste several days."

I don't know who came up with the idea, but each person has a certificate that not only collects images but also fingerprints and even blood type information.

It is indeed safe for ordinary people, but it is a bit too difficult for agents like them who entered the country with illegal identities.

Not to mention that this incident happened after they entered the country, and there were problems with their passports.

"Yeah." Akai Shuichi closed his eyes, tried to suppress the irritation in his heart, and then said, "Something happened."

Judy looked at Akai Shuichi with curiosity, and nodded after a while, "Okay, then go ahead, and be careful."

Shuichi Akai walked out of the safe house indifferently, started the car and drove slowly towards a hotel.

At this time, in the hospital.

Tang Muqing had just called Miyano Akemi and asked her to send a skirt to the hotel. He also watched Akai Shuichi removing his hair. He didn't care how the two would meet or what they would talk about. He just opened the viewing rights of the ward surveillance to a few fixed people and gave Zhu Fujingguang a share of the rights. "I know you are curious, so just watch carefully."

Zhu Fu Jingguang chuckled, "Miyano Mingmei, and Rye, are you really not afraid that this fire will burn you yourself..."

This was my former lover.

"I was the one who lit the fire, okay?" Tang Muching didn't care what others thought, as long as he was happy.

He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in boredom, his fingers hooked with Zhu Fu Jingguang's fingers and dangling them back and forth, "I will have to lie like this for a long time, even if the wound scars, I have to recuperate for a while. Can't Rye understand my boredom? Sacrificing myself for the benefit of the organization, how great is that?"

At this point, Tang Muqing turned his head to look at Zhu Fu Jingguang, "But I think if the members of the organization knew Rye's current situation, they might not defect."

Death is just a bullet away, but...

If you fall into his hands, you may be socially dead.

In Japan, a place that pays so much attention to its external image that even getting a stamp requires you to find the right angle and bow, social death is very serious.

"Maybe?" Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled, stood up and put on his coat, "Then I'll leave."

Before he could finish his words, Zhu Fu Jingguang's wrist was grabbed again.

The slightly cool fingertips pressed against his wrist, and the slight coolness spread up his arm, turning into a piece of ice on his heart, which seemed particularly hot after melting.

He turned his head and looked at Tang Muqing, curiously: "What's wrong?"

"You are so calm, at least you can be a little jealous?" Tang Muqing smiled, grabbed Zhu Fujingguang's hand and put it on his cheek, lying down and looking at him, "Act it out, if you can't act it out, I won't let you go today."

Zhu Fujing raised his eyebrows, "Do you still want me to sit next to you and watch your canary to please you?"

"I don't mind." Tang Muqing smiled with his eyes curved. "Stay here. You were very busy before, and you've been taking care of me recently. You must be under a lot of pressure. I want to relieve your stress."

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

Zhu Fujingguang's eyes swept over Tang Muqing, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smile a little, "Ha, then wait until your body recovers."

After saying that, Zhu Fu Jingguang struggled slightly to break free from Tang Muching's hand, picked up the car keys beside him, and turned to leave.