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

"You seem to particularly dislike Rye."

The man was half leaning on the vacant hospital bed, his long legs wrapped in black cloth, his leather shoes reflecting a cold light.

He stacked two pillows together and placed them behind his head. He was looking at his cell phone in one hand and biting half an apple with the other. The skin was a bright red.

And on the bed next to it was the patient himself.

Tang Muching half leaned against the apple, biting the other half. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard it. "Me? Obviously it's you. Although I treat him a little worse than Scotland, I'm not as persistent as you are, right?"

Who hates rye anyway?

How dare Gin talk to Akai Shuichi when he saw him in the state of a black-eyed chicken?

"Your mental torture is much more cruel than killing him." Gin bit the apple with a cold face, but the impatience in his eyes was obviously because the apple was not cut well and placed next to him. "Do you want him to kneel at your feet one day and beg you to give him a quick death?"

"What kind of pleasure are you talking about?"

Tang Muqing retorted reflexively, and after meeting Gin's cold gaze, he was stunned, and then laughed, "Ah, a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue..."

He may not be very sure about what he says, but it doesn't matter too much, because Gin is one of us.

Tang Muqing was finally allowed to eat. He bit the apple and chewed it slowly. He felt that he had never tasted the taste of an apple so carefully in his life. "I'm not a pervert. Don't misunderstand me."

Gin glanced at Tang Muqing sinisterly, then withdrew his gaze gloomily and continued to bite the half apple he was given while silently handling various trivial matters of the organization. "Heh, it's not that normal."

Day by day, people start to wonder if Tang Muching has been possessed by an actor from some small movie, or if he's one of those male and female protagonists in idol dramas who can't live without love.

In short, he is not like a normal person. He is always smiling, joking, teasing and touching others!

"You have a genuine malice towards Rye that you have never seen in anyone else, not even in Kudo Shinichi."

Gin clicked on the real-time surveillance around the ward and calmly monitored everyone outside through the screen to prevent this conversation from being eavesdropped. "Calm down, don't let malicious intent drive you to make irrational decisions."

Hate it if you want, but don't belittle me. It's not easy for an organization to own an ATM.

"Really?" Tang Muqing smiled nonchalantly and threw the apple core into the trash can beside the bed. "How can a sober heroine like a domineering and confident hero? This is the instinct of the halo, not my intention."

Although the male and female protagonists don't match, but... there's nothing we can do if their halos match.

Gin raised his eyes again, and looked at the man leaning on the bed with a look that made him think Tang Muqing was crazy, then retracted his gaze, "I think you really need a psychiatrist."

Tang Muqing:...

Again, he is not crazy!

Tang Muqing snorted and looked down at his phone, "Senior, you just drove away my caregiver and assistant, so will you take care of me?"

It is inconvenient to meet with criminals, especially when you are injured and there is no one to take care of you.

"I take care of it?"

Gin couldn't help but sneer, raised his eyes to look at Tang Muqing, raised one eyebrow high, "Why not fall asleep and wait in your dreams."

Does he feel like he has a very idle day?

Do you have to come all the way here to serve me?

If he wasn't irritable, bored and stressed out, would he have come to Tang Muching for nothing?

When he was in the organization, he really had nothing to do!

"I can't sleep." Tang Muching lay flat on the bed and stretched his feet out of the quilt and shook them. "I haven't showered for 24 hours. I feel sticky and uncomfortable."

As he spoke, Tang Muqing turned his head to look at Gin, his gentle light brown eyes flashing with a playful light, "Senior, would you like to help me go to the bathroom to take a shower? Put on the waterproof film for me and help me wipe my back and legs."

Gin:......

How hypocritical!

Killers like them have been through wind and rain, and have survived gunfire and hail of bullets. How could they not be able to take a shower because of a simple knife wound?

Oh no!

You won’t die if you don’t take a shower for 24 hours!

Gin slightly raised his eyelids and looked at Tang Muching, his cold eyes moving around Tang Muching's face.

After a moment of silence, Gin lit a cigarette and said in a calm voice, "I don't want to."

ask?

When asked, it means he doesn't want to, there's no room for negotiation.

Hearing this, Tang Muqing nodded thoughtfully, refusing to give up, "Then senior, are you willing to go to the bathroom and find a hot towel to wipe my hands and face? I would be even happier if you could wipe my body."

"I don't want to." Gin was unmoved, not wanting to deal with the vixen who had so many directors. "Just bear with it."

"You're so stingy." Tang Muqing stretched out his legs and tried to kick Gin's legs. "You only know how to enjoy yourself every day. You don't even want to move. It's because I have a good temper that I tolerate you. If it were someone else, I would have kicked him away long ago."

Gin snorted and laughed, "If it were anyone else, they would have killed you long ago."