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

Under Megure Jusan's suspicious gaze, Tang Muching finally admitted that he was indeed not as fickle as outsiders imagined, and then he sent the two people who came to ask questions out.

He lay on the hospital bed and sighed heavily, feeling a little confused. "Is it really so little?"

He is a playboy, but he is not a pervert.

Those who pounce on a beautiful woman and become aroused are called beasts!!!

Tang Muching frowned, leaned against the head of the bed and harassed Gin with his cell phone, trying to give himself some psychological comfort.

【Some people say that I have too few lovers.】

【Oh. 】

【oh? 】

[What? You still want me to select a few for you? ]

【That’s not necessary. 】

Tang Muqing looked at the text sent by Gin, and inexplicably felt that Gin's cold aura seemed to be able to infect the text. There was no emotion at all, just calm indifference, but...

Tang Muching flipped through the records, and was silent for a long time after seeing the message that was replied immediately. Finally, he couldn't help but ask.

【Are you not busy today? 】

【[picture]】

Tang Muqing:...

Tang Muching looked at the familiar room and bed in the photo and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

How come my home has become Gin's safe house?

He casually sent an emoticon package, and just as he was about to type, he looked up and met a pair of eyes peeking in from the crack in the door.

He looked at the figure who was completely in black with only the whites of his eyes and teeth showing. He couldn't help but pause for a moment, but he still chose to send the message.

【My friend, I seem to have encountered the murderer. 】

【? 】

Several messages followed a question mark. Before Tang Muching could reply, he heard a shout from the corridor outside.

Conan's childish voice was filled with seriousness and solemnity, followed by Megure Jusan's vigilant voice and the voice calling for the police.

Before Xiao Hei could rush into the room, a voice suddenly jumped up from the small bed next to him.

The hem of his white shirt drew a sharp curve in the air, and he kicked hard on the door panel.

The curly-haired policeman woke up from his sleep and reflexively closed the door, trapping the murderer's arm in the gap. He slapped the weapon away with one hand and then opened the door.

After a shoulder throw, Xiao Hei lay on the ground gasping for breath. Before he could catch his breath, he climbed up and tried to shake off the policeman, running towards the emergency stairs.

Tang Muqing laughed, lowered his head and scrolled through the surveillance video, took a screenshot and sent it to Gin.

[See, I told you he was a dark person.]

But after a moment, Gin's message came again.

[? Black jacket and light grey pants? I can't see his face clearly and it's hard to estimate his figure, but he should be a middle-aged male who is not an expert. How did you know it was pitch black? ]

Tang Muqing:...

He suspected that he was being scolded again!

Tang Muqing typed a line of dots in the dialog box, put away his phone and looked at Matsuda Jinpei, who still looked confused and seemed to have not yet come back to his senses from his sleep, "Thank you for your hard work, Officer Matsuda."

Matsuda Jinpei scratched his messy head and rubbed his eyes. "Why would someone attack in a hospital surrounded by police?"

Throw yourself into a trap?

Hearing this, Tang Muqing couldn't help but laugh, "Who knows."

No matter how stupid the murderer is, he may be able to perform exceptionally well and escape from the encirclement under Conan's aura of the god of death.

He raised his hand and waved to Matsuda Jinpei, "Go on to sleep for a while? You stayed up all night last night, you must have worked hard."

Matsuda Jinpei shook his head and tried to tidy up his curly hair. "It's okay. I'll just wait for Officer Ohara to come over and take over."

He glanced at Tang Muching, and after confirming that there were no new injuries, he lay down on the accompanying bed next to him, closed his eyes and covered his pillow, "Just call me when it's time to eat."

Tang Muqing curved his eyes and tilted his head slightly to look at Matsuda Jinpei.

His jacket was thrown aside, and he was only wearing a white shirt, the collar of which was loose and the hem of which had been twisted out of the belt because he had tossed and turned in his sleep.

At this moment, he was lying on the bed, stretching his body, with a pillow covering his head, but... a part of his waist was exposed under the white shirt, and the belt pressed his pants down and was wrapped around his hips.

Tang Muching looked at it for a moment, but his eyelids suddenly twitched.

He condemned his own deviation in his thinking, looked away and fell into deep thought.

What happened to Curly?

There is nothing wrong with curly-haired people, but this kind of delicate curly-haired policeman is a problem.

Tang Muching stroked the back of his hand, his eyes flickering, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a while, he got up from the bed, covering the wound on his waist and abdomen and moving slowly in slippers.

Matsuda Jinpei twitched his ears, moved the pillow away and squinted his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Tang Muqing remained silent. In the confused eyes of Matsuda Jinpei, he picked up the blanket and threw it casually on Matsuda Jinpei. He stood by the bed with a pale face and a playful smile on his lips, "I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

Matsuda Jinpei:......

The house is fully equipped with heating and air conditioning, and it is as warm as spring.

Afraid he'll catch a cold?

Matsuda Jinpei frowned, "Are you so kind?"

"Oh, let me put it another way." Tang Muqing smiled and pressed the location in his memory through the blanket, "Who is the little brat seducing?"