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

"Mr. Tangmu..."

When Megure Juzo saw the security door in front of him open, he was about to bend down and bow to apologize skillfully, but he was shocked to find that there was no one at the door.

Is this high technology?

You don’t even have to open the door yourself?

Megure Juzo raised his head and looked around the room, finally seeing a pale-faced mascot next to the sofa.

The other person looked very bad, even worse than when he was in the hospital.

Megure Jusan was stunned for a moment, walked in, looked at the shoe cabinet, found the guest slippers and put them on, then walked into the room, "Your complexion... these instruments..."

A mess of instruments that looked like they would only be seen in a hospital were piled up in the living room, with probes connected to the man's body, as if they were monitoring his body data.

There was even a small medicine box next to it, which was powered to keep the temperature low, and the finger-sized tubes were filled with bright red blood.

For a moment, Megure Jusan almost thought he had come to some shady hospital.

"Please take a seat. If you want to drink water, you can go to the refrigerator. I am not feeling well, so I will not entertain you." Tang Muqing forced a smile and turned his head to look at the little boy following behind Mao Li Xiao Goro. "Conan is here too. Can you please help me get some fruits and drinks from the refrigerator?"

Conan nodded and walked towards the refrigerator on his short legs.

He looked up at the refrigerator, and after a moment of silence, he stood on tiptoe to reach the refrigerator door.

"You're so short. You won't be able to find a girlfriend if you don't grow taller." Mouri Kogoro pulled Conan away with disgust, opened the refrigerator and took out water and a fruit plate, and when he walked back to the sofa, he cast an even more disgusted look at Conan.

Conan: ...

It seems like I have no status at all.

Before he became Conan, at least he had a short attention span, but now... everyone treats themselves like children.

Conan sighed heavily and was about to sit back on the sofa when he found his leather shoes next to the shoe cabinet.

It doesn’t look like a cheap item, but there’s a light layer of dust on the upper, and the heel isn’t worn very much, giving it the feeling of being a disposable item…

Conan took a suspicious look, then sat back on the sofa and listened to the conversation between Tang Muqing and Megure Jusan.

"These instruments... are used to monitor my physical condition. I was a little uncomfortable when I was discharged from the hospital and went home. It's always better to be more careful." Tang Muqing smiled and looked at Megure Jusan. "Officer Megure, why are you here today..."

The smile on Megure Jusan's face disappeared instantly, and he became embarrassed.

The wounds have all healed, but I haven't even caught the shadow of the murderer. The Metropolitan Police Department...

Although I am a police officer of the Metropolitan Police Department, I would like to say that I seem to be a little incompetent in this case.

The identity of the professional killer who attacked the employees has been found out, and his modus operandi has been understood. Now all that’s left is to issue a warrant for his arrest, but the person who attacked Tang Muching... has not been caught.

The attack was carried out by a layman, but it made the entire Metropolitan Police Department seem helpless.

Tang Muqing looked at the embarrassment on Megure Jusan's face and couldn't help but smile, "It's okay. There are always some unresolved cases in the world. Fortunately, I wasn't seriously injured. Let's investigate slowly. After all, there have been many cases in Tokyo recently. It's not necessary for everyone to focus on this one case. Sometimes, the more anxious you are, the less clues you will have."

Megure Jusan heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat off his forehead and sighed, "The murderer's movement track has been restored, but I still can't find who it is, and I can't find any traces..."

"It's okay, I believe in Officer Megure." Tang Muqing chuckled and was about to say something when he saw Conan's puzzled look.

He moved his gaze to Conan's face and asked curiously, "What are you looking at, Conan? Did you find any clues to the case? Do you want to tell me about it?"

Conan withdrew his gaze from the clothes rack and said in confusion: "Does Brother Tangmu have any guests? I saw clothes and shoes..."

Black, with a dusty smell, everything is exactly the same as the man with long silver-white hair in my memory, but...

He always felt that the other party would not be so careless, and he also always felt that Tang Muching would not be so careless.

Tang Muqing raised his eyebrows slightly, smiling, "A guest who came from afar stayed to take care of me for two days because he was worried about my injuries, but... he doesn't like meeting strangers, so he is resting in the room."

Be bolder and guess that it is Gin. Be even more reckless and break into the bedroom and see Gin lying on his bed with a relaxed look on his face.

Tang Muqing suppressed the hidden impulse in his heart and chuckled, "Conan, do you want to go in and meet someone?"

Conan was stunned, looked up at Tang Muqing's smiling face, and was speechless for a moment.

"Click——"

The bedroom door made a slight sound, Conan turned his head and his pupils suddenly shrank.

The man with long silver-white hair was wearing comfortable black silk pajamas. His collar was unbuttoned, revealing his pale skin and delicate collarbone. The grooves of his chest muscles were clearly visible, but his face was full of coldness.

Conan:! ! !

Ah!

So exciting? !