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

The dark clouds covered over like a curtain, hiding all the fireworks beneath their bodies.

The woman ignored the driver's curious look and got out of the car carrying a huge bag. The sunglasses hanging on her nose looked spotless and almost completely reflected the bright and colorful scene around her.

She slowly got out of the car and walked towards the alley at the side, shaking off all the inquiring eyes behind her.

Finally she found a vehicle deep in the alley that looked perfect for committing a crime.

The driver was waiting in the cab. When he heard the door lock, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

The vehicle traveled through the lights of downtown Tokyo, gradually moving away from the downtown area, and finally stopped at a dilapidated house with two faint blue lights on.

The woman got out of the car, took off her sunglasses and lit a thin cigarette, her eyes curved with ridicule, "Vodka, is our ATM bankrupt? How can there be a place like this as a safe house..."

The diligent overtime driver Vodka locked the car, took two steps forward, pushed open the tattered door, faced the metal door panel, entered the password and his palm print iris, "This is the research room."

"Oh, I thought the laboratory was in the obstetrics and gynecology department of some big hospital. Our ATM always tries to trick me into going in..." Vermouth laughed and followed Vodka into the dilapidated-looking house.

Going down the stairs gradually, the cold light illuminates the metal in the corridor, and the reflected light seems to have the sharpness of a syringe.

Vermouth had a slightly playful smile on her face. After turning a corner, she saw a silver-haired man sitting on a chair in the corridor and smoking madly.

Belmode:......

Although I knew I could meet Gin, it seemed too unoriginal.

and……

A drug development lab, why let her come here?

She, Vermouth, is not a guinea pig, and Gin is not so idle that he needs to keep an eye on every detail of drug development, right?

Vermouth raised her eyebrows slightly, walked over and stood in front of Gin, bending down slightly, "Gin, are you missing me?"

Gin looked up at Vermouth listlessly, biting his cigarette and raised his chin towards the door opposite, "Let's go and take a look."

Belmode:......

how?

Had she done anything to irritate Gin recently? Was she going to kill her?

Then why not kill ATM?

She only stimulates Gin occasionally, but ATM dances on Gin's nerves every day!

Vermouth suppressed her messy thoughts, turned around and pushed the metal door open a crack.

There was only a finger-wide crack in the door, and the hoarse shouting rushed out directly, echoing throughout the entire corridor, even breaking up the smoke that Gin exhaled from his mouth and nose into trembling waves.

"what!"

"You killed me!"

"I'm Chrissy's dog!"

"I'm going to kill every man who gets close to Chris!"

"what!"

Belmode:......

Oh, that's how it is.

Vermouth closed the door silently again, turned around and leaned against the wall, looking at Gin with a smile, "What should I do? My charm is too great, but it seems that you are not bewitched by me."

As she spoke, Vermouth bent down slightly and raised her hand to touch Gin's neck, "What a cruel man."

Gin:......

Just talk, why are you touching me?

Gin glanced at Vermouth coldly, and spoke only after she retracted her flailing hands. "Your crazy fans broke into the press conference and attacked Campari. The seven-centimeter-deep wound on his abdomen, and because of the sutures during the operation, there was another five-centimeter wound. The vertical cut on his palm was two millimeters away, injuring the nerves in his hand. They broke into the ward and tried to attack him while he was recovering from the injury."

Belmode:......

That's it.

But what does it have to do with her?

Vermouth sighed softly, her expression looking a little sad at this moment, "Gin, are you blaming me?"

"Heh." Gin stood up, holding the collar of his windbreaker, his expression so calm that no emotion could be seen. "It's not the point that he wants to be your dog. The point is... who helped him break into the press conference? Who helped him avoid the inspection of the Metropolitan Police Department and break into the ward."

Vermouth's eyelids jumped, "Public Security? FBI?"

"You go check it out." Gin said calmly, reaching out to take the car keys from Vodka, biting the cigarette and walking outside, "No matter which side it is, it means that Campari's identity has been partially leaked."

Although Tang Muching didn't care at all and the leak was nothing, Tang Muching had a special identity, and even if the police wanted to bring him down, they had to think carefully about the impact.

So what if it gets leaked?

At worst, he could fake his own death and escape becoming a wanted criminal like him. Wouldn't that still leave Tang Mu and Cheng as his visible money bag?

And Tang Muching...maybe he could earn more when he was a wanted criminal.

Vermouth tilted her head to look at Gin's back, then turned to look at the abandoned Vodka after a while, "Where is he going? Aren't you going to arrange some people for me?"

Vodka had a paralyzed face, but his tone was a little indignant, "Go cover the ATM with a blanket."