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

Led by Butler Ishii, Conan walked up the stairs and came to the bedroom upstairs.

It is called a bedroom, but it is actually a large suite with a bathroom, a living room and a small balcony.

It was already time to go to bed, but the person in the bedroom upstairs still had his eyes open.

Tang Muching leaned on the sofa, propped up his chin and watched Zhu Fu Jingguang busy in front of the closet, "Please bring me a pair of shorts. I heard there is a beach over there. I also want to go fishing."

Zhu Fujingguang hated the extravagant lifestyle of capitalists, but he still stuffed his long pants and long sleeves into the suitcase. "The sun is strong on the sea. You go fishing in shorts for an afternoon. Do you want to keep your skin?"

She is so pampered. Her hair turns red when exposed to the sun or the wind. She even bothers him, a diligent and hardworking worker.

Zhu Fu Jingguang found the dust bags and stuffed them neatly one by one, along with the spare underwear and socks, and put them in by category. He also stuffed slippers and a change of shoes in, "Don't sit there and tell me what to do. Go to the bathroom and sort out the things you need."

As he said that, Zhu Fu Jingguang turned around and looked at Tang Muqing helplessly, "I have resigned from the position of life assistant for a long time, right?"

Can you please not count on him for everything?

"No, you can clean it up later, or ask the servants to do it." Tang Muqing tilted his head and yawned, deeply reflecting on why he had to get up early, "It's better to put another bottle of sleeping pills in the suitcase."

As he spoke, Tang Muching opened the small drawer at the head of the bed, took out a medicine bottle and handed it over, "Sleeping aid, fever reducer, anti-inflammatory, pain reliever... take them all."

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

Why not just move to a hospital?

He, Zhu Fu Jingguang, was once so cool and free.

Whether he was studying at the police academy or working undercover, he was always the kind of person who could just put some underwear in his pocket and take his wallet with him and go out. Why is he being so hesitant and fussy now?

Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed, resigned himself to his fate and turned around to continue packing his luggage.

Conan stood at the door, watching everything that happened in the house with a puzzled look.

After a long time, Conan came into the room, walked to Tang Muqing and raised his head, "Brother Tang Mu, are you going out?"

At Maori's house, he complained that there were not enough cases and he was not exposed to anything related to the Black Organization. At Tang Muching's house, he inexplicably felt that Tang Muching was too busy. Even if he was not busy at work, he was busy having fun and playing around, and did not give him a chance to observe.

"Isn't it a rest day in two days?" Tang Muqing glanced at Conan and yawned again, "I'll take you out to relax."

"Really?" Conan looked up suddenly, his eyes full of surprise, "Take me with you?"

Is there finally something that can bring him along?!

Are you finally caring about his life and giving him a chance to get along and observe Tang Muching?

Moving!

"Well, I'll take you with me." Tang Muqing laughed with an ambiguous tone, leaned on the sofa, squinted his eyes, and said softly, "How can I not take you with me?"

Try using Conan as a weapon to kill someone, and it just so happens that the person you might meet next appears on the list Gin gave him.

Take Conan for a walk, show off your face, give off a death aura, and then...

Then all you have to do is tick the box and sign on the processing list.

There is no need to take risks yourself, risk the organization members being caught, or worry about the organization members being killed, and there is no need to waste money, bullets, or Gin's plans...

How perfect!

Who says there is no perfect killing in this world!

Isn't that it?!

Tang Muqing sent his plan to Gin with curved eyes, and arranged for people to set up cameras in multiple locations at the crime scene he had booked. He planned to take the video to explain the power of the Conan weapon to Gin, and he was so happy that he was almost not sleepy.

Conan was deeply moved. After being punished by Tang Muqing for so long, there was finally something that went according to his wishes. He almost burst into tears.

He looked at Tang Muqing and said sincerely, "Brother Tang Mu, I won't cause any trouble for you."

Tang Muqing:...

Let's just make some trouble this time. After all, people are going to die, even if they don't want to.

Tang Muqing patted Conan's head casually, propped up his chin and leaned on the sofa, and said casually: "Go downstairs and go to bed. Let the servants help you pack your luggage and bring some clothes. We may be away for three or four days this time."

Conan nodded blankly. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he noticed the smile in Tang Muqing's eyes, which seemed to be admiration and fascination. He couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Brother Tang Mu, what are you looking at?"

Or are you imagining something happy?

"Don't ask so many questions, kid." Tang Muqing said casually, waved his hand to let the butler take Conan away, and smiled again with his chin supported.

Following Tang Muching's line of sight, the young policeman in front of the closet was standing on tiptoe to take the clothes at the top of the closet. His outstretched arms were strong and powerful, and a corner of his pajamas was lifted up by the movement, revealing a piece of his white waist.

Conan was held in the hands of Butler Ishii, and was stunned before he could complain about Tang Muqing's obsession with sex.

He rubbed his head in confusion, and when he was dragged out of the door, he still muttered in confusion, "Mr. Ohara seems to have been bitten by a mosquito."