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

As the sun sets, the capitalist's working day finally comes to an end.

Tang Muching sorted out the various psychological assessment reports of the prisoners and victims on his desk and put them neatly into a file bag, then stood up and put on his coat.

He glanced at the clock which was about to get off work, put on a smile and walked out of the office, intending to look for a blue-eyed ragdoll cat in the public office next door.

Traffic might be a bit congested at the end of the day, so they go to the convenience store next door to buy a bottle of water and chat slowly on their way home. Half an hour later, they can return to their doorstep and receive food from Ishii’s housekeeper.

Then I change clothes and wash my hands. After dinner, I can sit on the sofa and watch a movie to digest the food. Then I can take a bath and lie on the bed at night...

Gee, what a perfect day.

He stood in front of Zhu Fujingguang's desk, and watched Zhu Fujingguang sorting out documents and tidying up the desk with his pair of smiling peach blossom eyes.

Zhu Fujing remained calm as he put today's interrogation record into his file bag. "You drove?"

"Of course, I still know the way from home to the Metropolitan Police Department, right?" Tang Muqing seemed to feel a strange sense of distrust, and narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, "Since you are so worried that I will get lost, why don't you drive?"

Zhu Fujingguang unbuttoned the collar of his police uniform shirt, leaned back in his chair and looked at Tang Muqing, "I'm driving too."

A certain capitalist gave me a car as a gift along with my house, and I don't even have to worry about cleaning it.

"Then why don't you leave your car at the Metropolitan Police Department? I may not come to work tomorrow."

Tang Muqing put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the table and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, "You can drive my car and take me back to your home today. I don't mind."

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt the sneaky dog's gaze that turned around secretly, and couldn't help but sigh, "Can you really not recognize the road? I've been busy all day, and you...slept in the office all afternoon."

"No, I'm catching up on sleep in the afternoon because I'm planning some activities in the evening..."

Tang Muching chuckled and watched Zhu Fu Jingguang pack up and stand up. Then he turned around with a smile, planning to go home for dinner with his white moonlight.

But the moment he turned around, the smile on Tang Muqing's lips quickly disappeared.

He stared at the glass door of the Metropolitan Police Department expressionlessly, and felt his face turning black.

"how--"

Zhu Fu Jingguang took two steps forward and curiously followed Tang Muching's line of sight. His smile quickly disappeared, his eyes became dim and lifeless, and the stubble that represented his haggardness appeared in an instant.

He stood beside Tang Muching, maintaining the same dazed and dark expression, staring in disbelief at a certain elementary school student who appeared at the gate.

"Aren't you going home? I still want to get a ride and a meal..."

Matsuda Jinpei didn't feel like a light bulb at all, nor did he feel that his identity as an undercover agent and criminal was a bit scary. He walked over skillfully and asked curiously, "What are you having for dinner? Can you give me a bowl of soup?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Tang Muqing and Matsuda Jinpei, "What are you looking at?"

The two men didn't react at all, and still stared at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department with gloomy faces as if they were their enemies.

Jinpei Matsuda turned around and fell into silence.

Suddenly I feel that today's service of hitching a ride and a meal should be supplemented by that of hitching a bed. After all, there is a kind of overtime atmosphere emanating from a certain elementary school student, which carries a strong sense of foreboding, making people want to rub their arms.

"What are you doing here? If you want to get off work, get off work quickly! You're blocking the door—"

Megure Jusan's indignant voice sounded from behind, which seemed to carry a bit of the resentment of a corporate slave, but he fell into silence the moment he saw the door clearly.

Megure Jusan stared at a certain elementary school student who often came and went at the crime scene. After thinking for a moment, he turned his head and looked at Tang Muqing seriously, "Can you add a cup of coffee to the subsidy for the Metropolitan Police Department this quarter? Or two packs of instant noodles will be fine."

Tang Muqing took out his mobile phone to order coffee, and by the way, changed the delivery address of his dinner to the Metropolitan Police Department and added a lot of boxed lunches. He looked at Conan deeply with calm eyes.

All the money was spent on Conan, and I will have to earn it back from Conan in the future.

As for how to make money...

If there is no other choice, he will register a killer account to take orders, and when he has nothing to do, he will take Conan for a stroll near the target person.

Conan makes money by solving cases, killing two birds with one stone, right?

Tang Muching turned around, patted Megure Jusan's shoulder, then turned and walked towards the office, his back looking heavy and sad.

Although no one dares to catch me working overtime, my white moonlight who wants to have dinner with me has to work overtime!

Even if he took leave through the back door...it would certainly not be good for Zhu Fu Jingguang's future promotion.

Conan finally came back to his senses from the shock of being watched, walked into the hall and stood in front of Megure Jusan, looking up and asking curiously, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Megure Jusan's half-moon eyes were speechless, "First tell me why you came to the Metropolitan Police Department."

Conan touched the back of his head, unaware, "I'm here to report a crime!"