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

The three pairs of small eyes were very conspicuous in the room, and they almost made blinking special effects sounds to express their dullness.

Tang Muqing seemed to be stunned for a moment, and when he raised his head, he smiled, "Why did you come out? Do you want to drink some water or go to the bathroom?"

Gin was considered to have a good attitude for not rushing out and chopping those people, how could he still...

"Suddenly I remembered that I didn't take notes?" Gin smiled sinisterly, his eyes swept across the dull detective and the dull elementary school student, and then looked at the small-eyed Megure Jusan, "I was not in Japan during this period, so I should not be suspected of attack, right?"

Mu Mu Thirteen:......

How could it be that while taking a statement I gave myself the illusion that I was going to be executed?

Megure Jusan said awkwardly, "I don't think so, but... can you provide proof of entry and exit?"

"Proof?" Gin recalled and glanced at Tang Muqing, "What do you think?"

"Of course, I was the one who sent you there on my private jet, how could I not know that?" Tang Muqing couldn't help laughing, his gentle gaze lingering on Gin, "If I doubted you, how could I let you come to accompany me?"

Gin chuckled with an ambiguous tone, walked to the sofa, picked up his water cup, and rubbed Tang Muqing's face with the back of his hand, "Remember to take antipyretics in ten minutes."

Having said that, Gin turned around indifferently and walked into the room, not forgetting to close the bedroom door.

Tang Muching leaned on the sofa and looked at the closed door. After a while, he chuckled and said, "Forgive me, he has a bad temper."

After the words fell, Megure Jusan came back to his senses, wiped the sweat from his forehead and then spoke, "Is... is that so?"

The last time I saw him at the amusement park, I thought he was not only bad-tempered but also impatient. Now that I see him...

Is this simply a bad temper?

This is such murderous intent that I want to rush up and shoot a bullet in the head!

At the side, Maori Kogoro touched his head and said in a casual tone, "Now all your lovers have alibis."

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan turned around with a look of horror and stared at Mouri Kogoro, lost in thought.

So... is there really no one who thinks that there's something wrong with this silver-haired man?

There were gunshot and knife wounds on his chest, and he was hiding in a rich man's house. The action of touching his face just now was full of threats!

Is that caring about Tang Muching?

That's clearly a threat!

Threatened Tang Muching not to reveal his identity to the police, otherwise he would kill Tang Muching!

Did you see that man rub the aorta on Tang Muching's neck with his fingertips?

As Conan was filled with horror, Tang Muqing flipped through the photo album and took out the fake identity information and entry-exit records and handed them to Megure Jusan, "Officer Megure, now that everything is here, please don't keep misunderstanding that I'm in some kind of love debt..."

Megure Jusan's eyes were filled with speechlessness, "Aren't your debts of love enough?"

When I go to the Metropolitan Police Department for work, I may not be able to go there once in ten days. When I go there, I will grab Officer Obara to have an office romance. By the way, I will eat a delicious lunch prepared by a professional chef based on the nutritionist's advice behind the backs of the policemen who eat their lunch boxes in the office. After get off work, the two of us go home together, and we are very sweet.

As a result, he didn't want to work overtime and just wanted to go home for dinner.

Megure Jusan sighed, and after checking carefully, he nodded, "No problem. The Metropolitan Police Department is vigorously investigating the perpetrator of the attack, but... you'd better pay attention to your safety. I will arrange for Officers Ohara and Matsuda to come and continue to protect you."

Hearing this, Tang Muqing smiled with his eyes bent and nodded gently, "Thank you, Officer Megure."

After chatting for a while, several people stood up and said goodbye. Conan walked at the end and looked back at Tang Muqing with a worried look.

The other person was unable to get up to see me off because of his wound. He was leaning on the sofa, lazily looking at his phone. A golden afterglow fell through the gap in the curtains, outlining his cheek with a curve sprinkled with gold powder. His nose was high, and the turn of his brow bone was sharp but not abrupt. He slightly pursed his lips and bit the dry skin on his lips unconsciously. It seemed that the light was particularly fond of this gentle yet perfect face.

Conan inexplicably saw a hint of loneliness and pity on the other person's face, and was interrupted when he was about to say something.

Maori Kogoro picked up Conan in his hands and strode towards the elevator, muttering, "I shouldn't have brought you here. Tang Muqing is already sick, and he will catch a cold if the door is wide open!"

Conan:! ! !

There's a killer inside!

They just left like that, who knows what the killer will do to Tang Muching!

I won’t kill him, but what if?

Tang Muqing is such a weak, pitiful, helpless and powerless patient!!!

Separated by a wall, the powerless patient tore off the various detection probes on his body, slowly moved to the bedroom, leaned on the bed and buried his face in the quilt. He rubbed his palm on the bed and found a strand of silver-white hair, "The little detective should be worried about whether I will be killed by you..."

Gin snorted, supported his head and lay on his side, looking at Tang Muching, and moved his palm to Tang Muching's neck and applied a little force.

He quietly admired the thin red that appeared due to the restricted breathing, and gradually a desire for destruction and pleasure of abuse spread in his heart.

After a while, he let go of her hand and sneered, "I'm not a fool who would throw away my wallet."