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

In the Metropolitan Police Department office, Tang Muqing quietly watched through a window as Conan gesticulated and explained the case to the police outside, with resentment in his eyes almost overflowing.

He was hospitalized for so long, lying in bed and could only talk and touch his hands, he couldn't do anything else, but...

After finally waking up from a good sleep, Conan's confusing timeline was triggered again. His wounds healed and his ability to move was restored.

After staying at home with Gin to rest for two days, he went out again and once again triggered a strange case.

It may not mean much to others, but it has a huge impact on the Metropolitan Police Department.

His date is about to start working overtime, and he doesn't know if he can rest tonight. He even wants to find someone to transfer Zhu Fu Jingguang to a place like a data room or a security booth.

Tang Muqing suppressed the idea of ​​using the backdoor to suppress Zhu Fu Jingguang's promotion, leaned back in his chair and spoke calmly to the phone that was on the line, "I suddenly regret keeping Conan."

But after a moment, the man's cold voice came out on the phone, "Then I kill him?"

"You can try, but I think he's lucky." Tang Muqing responded, sitting at the table and poking the last grain of rice in the lunch box with chopsticks. "What do you think about me doing a killer job and taking Conan to kill people? I will definitely not be caught by the police."

For example, arrange a banquet, invite the target person, find a few people with whom you have conflicts, and take Conan for a stroll.

Or you can invest in a few restaurants or hotels, give out some coupons to set up a table of four to choose one, and brush up on the NPC Conan or something.

"Do you trust Kudo Shinichi so much?"

Gin sneered, his tone full of joking, "Then I'll give you the assassination list, you take your time to arrange it, and I want to see at least half of the death list within half a year."

Tang Muqing:...

are you crazy!

Are you planning to install Gatling guns on the organization's ATMs?!

"Are you going to let me do all the work for you?" Tang Muqing laughed out loud, leaning back in his chair, looking lazy.

He moved his brain, which was full of thoughts, and chuckled and said, "Gin-senpai, it would be unreasonable for you not to accompany me since you have so much free time."

"Heh." Gin sneered, but he was already immune to Tang Muqing's nonsense. He just drove calmly to get the money, listening to English and speaking Japanese, "Then it's your turn."

What kind of daydreaming is that? Do you still expect Gin to seriously follow Tang Muqing as his assistant?

Do you really think you have a long life?

"How can I be busy..." Tang Muqing whispered, pushing away the lunch box and wiping the table, lying on the table with a bored look, "Even if I really have to work overtime because of your work, I still have to pay overtime, okay?"

At this point, Tang Muqing laughed softly, "But you know, I don't need that little overtime pay, and... the overtime pay the organization gives me is also my money, what should I do? Will Senior Gin choose to use another method to pay the overtime pay?"

Gin:......

ill.

Which code member dares to ask him for overtime pay for Gin?

Gin was driving on the streets of the United States, and FBI agents flashed past the car window. "Go see a psychiatrist. Your mind always goes off to the wrong places. Maybe you have a disease."

"I'm a psychologist, right? Why am I sick? Is it because I like you so much that I always want to be by your side that I'm sick?" Tang Muqing didn't show any weakness and said lazily, "If you think of me like this, I'll be so sad that I'll cry."

Isn’t retirement life just about using your pension to do what you want to do?

He has no children or grandchildren, so what's the point of having fun?

"Go ahead and cry." Gin said casually, but he heard a man's cry from the receiver.

Gin:......

Gin was silent for a long time, and finally asked, "What's wrong with you?"

There's no need to make such an intense sound even if you're struck by his words, right?

"I...seemed to see the face of the god of death."

Tang Muching moved his chair back, said something and put his phone aside, looking at the elementary school student who appeared in his office with an indescribable look, "Why are you in my office?"

The elementary school student Death appeared in his office. Is it because he thinks he has lived too long?

Conan leaned against the desk and looked up at Tang Muqing, confused and said: "Everyone is busy, so let me come to you..."

After all, Tang Mu was the only one who was idle in the entire Metropolitan Police Department, as the cleaning staff were busy helping to make instant noodles.

"Oh." Tang Muqing responded and pointed to the sofa, "Sit there."

Conan blinked, moved to the sofa and sat down obediently, tilting his head and continuing to stare at Tang Muqing, "And then?"

"Play games, read comics, or sleep. Don't disturb me when I'm dating." Tang Muqing casually instructed, and once again picked up the phone and whispered something to Gin. He didn't want to pay any attention to this elementary school student who brought overtime. "Senior, are you really not going to come back early to accompany me?"

Who wants to take care of the kids!