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

The wind is blowing coldly.

A girl in a red tweed coat stood at the door of the hospital, holding a bunch of white lilies dotted with light pink roses.

Her long hair swayed slightly in the cold wind, but the girl had a sincere smile on her face.

In just ten minutes, a wheelchair was pushed out of the hospital gate not far away.

The young man had a pale face and was wearing a cashmere home suit with a heavy coat on the outside. He was pushed out by a gentle policeman from the Metropolitan Police Department, followed by the housekeeper carrying his personal belongings.

"Finally discharged from hospital."

Xiaolan's eyes lit up, and she walked over quickly and placed the bouquet in Tang Muqing's arms, with an embarrassed smile on her face, "I've always wanted to visit Brother Tang Mu these days, but Dad and Conan are investigating a case with the Metropolitan Police Department, so..."

"But today you are the only one who came to pick me up from the hospital." Tang Muqing smiled a little and looked down at the flowers in his arms. "They are very beautiful. Did you buy them early in the morning?"

White lily.

Every day, everyone had to send him white flowers, no chrysanthemums, otherwise he might have been cursed by now.

"Because Inspector Megure hasn't found the murderer yet, and my father doesn't have any clues..." Xiaolan sighed and whispered, "They feel embarrassed to come to see you."

Although the Metropolitan Police Department has a large backlog of cases, recent cases are always solved quickly, after all, there are detectives who secretly help out.

But Tang Muching's case is very special.

Professional killers killed the company's employees, and the boss was attacked by a layman, who incredibly escaped from the police twice.

Tang Muqing sighed and couldn't help but press his forehead, "That's not necessary."

He suspected that the murderer had died in some small corner.

Police investigations require various procedures, but Gin doesn't.

Once we catch someone with clues, we will use a variety of methods to deal with him until he confesses. Although this is illegal, it is efficient.

Tang Muqing smiled at Xiaolan and invited her, "Would you like to come over to my house? Butler Ishii has prepared a delicious meal for me to replenish my body today. Would you like to join us?"

Hearing this, Xiaolan glanced at Officer Obara who was pushing the wheelchair, but still shook her head, "No, I'm going shopping with Sonoko later, so I won't disturb Brother Tangmu."

"Okay, then come to my house for dinner when you're well again." Tang Muqing responded, raised his hand and patted the back of Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand, "Let's go, I'll call Officer Megure tonight to ask for leave through the back door for you."

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

There is no need to show your privilege in public.

Zhu Fu Jingguang looked helpless as he pushed the wheelchair to the side of the vehicle and helped Tang Muching get in.

He felt the weight of Tang Muching pressing on him, and couldn't help but say, "You've been in the hospital for half a month and you seem to have lost ten pounds."

"Yes, in just half a month, it's already snowing from the end of spring to the beginning of summer. Is this my fault?" Tang Muching complained, moving to the car and watching Zhu Fujingguang walk around to the other side to get on the car, full of resentment, "When you were packing my luggage, didn't you notice that those clothes were from spring to winter?"

"I found it, but it's normal. The temperature in the ward is high." Zhu Fu Jingguang, as an aboriginal, did not doubt it at all and analyzed seriously, "You got bored in the ward and got sick again."

"Okay, okay, my bad."

Tang Muqing had nothing to lose. He leaned back in his seat and waited for the car to start before asking in a low voice, "Where is the murderer?"

"Which answer do you want to hear? From the Metropolitan Police Department?" Zhu Fujingguang raised his hand and pulled the blanket towards Tang Muqing, his tone extremely calm, "The official answer from the Metropolitan Police Department is that the murderer is cunning and cruel. The Metropolitan Police Department has not yet tracked down the murderer and is continuing the investigation."

In short, no catch.

Tang Muqing nodded thoughtfully, "The one who killed my employee was a professional killer, so it's understandable that he couldn't be caught. But the person who attacked me was an amateur. Maybe he wasn't caught because someone got there first?"

At this point, he paused, "Gin was caught?"

"Being a guinea pig in a laboratory." Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't know for a moment whether he was committing a crime or preventing crime. "It seems that this has become an unsolved case..."

"Who knows? Maybe some young detective will find out with a flash of inspiration." Tang Muqing smiled and asked in a low voice, "What about Hei Mai? Doesn't he have any self-awareness as a canary? He didn't even come to pick me up from the hospital?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang turned to look at Tang Muqing, "Heimai, he might be shutting himself in the FBI safe house. I heard from Miss Mingmei that when she sent them back to the hotel that day, before she even turned around, she saw a little girl jump up and hit Heimai on the head. Bang bang bang."

Tang Muqing:...

Deserve it.

Tang Muqing took out his phone to harass Canary, not wanting to care about Akai Shuichi's psychological shadow of ups and downs. "He can be autistic, but he still has to complete his work seriously, right? How can he endure humiliation and find clues to destroy the organization if he doesn't stay by my side?"