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

The sound of a horn came from outside the car window, and the man who was lying on his seat and catching up on his sleep couldn't help but frown.

He placed one hand on his eyebrows, closed his eyes and showed no expression, yet for no reason he revealed a sense of irritation.

Heavy, rapid breathing echoed in the car. The man in sunglasses sitting in the driver's seat next to him, who remained quiet but alert, couldn't help but turn his head to look at his eldest brother.

What?

Do wanted criminals like them, who can’t even count how many people they’ve killed, still have nightmares?

Is it because he has been killing too frequently recently and has no suitable way to vent his emotions?

Vodka thought for a moment and unconsciously tightened his grip on the phone.

If it was according to the previous habit, no matter what happened to my eldest brother, I would not tell anyone except the boss, but now...

Vodka actually had the urge to call Tang Muching.

Vixen are always gentle, and can soothe a person's restlessness and anxiety very well, just like in Miss Yoko's new movie, when a person has a nightmare, they can just hold the other person's head and comfort and pat it.

Vodka blinked his eyes behind his sunglasses. He was impulsive, but he was more afraid that his elder brother would wake up and see the vixen who came from afar and beat him up first.

But after a moment, Vodka suddenly tensed up and looked into Gin's open eyes.

Vodka turned his head silently, took out the iced mineral water he had just bought at the convenience store from the armrest box beside him and handed it to Gin. He couldn't help but mutter, "Brother, drink some water to calm down."

Gin:......

Gin's habitual vigilance after waking up from his sleep was suppressed at this moment, slowly lurking under his body.

He took the water, took a look at it, unscrewed the cap and drank it slowly, his mind in a mess.

I haven't had a dream in a long time. After all, the dream of a wanted criminal is not really wonderful, but...

Gin closed his eyes and tried hard to recall the scenes in his dream.

A man who looked a bit like Tang Muqing but whose facial features were not as delicate as Tang Muqing's came out of the alley, kicked his beloved car, and then...

Then, under Vodka's gloomy gaze and his own death stare, he brazenly revealed the identities of the two and the boss's plan, and then provided a one-stop service of killing and silencing them.

The dream suddenly changed and turned into a strange scene again.

A man who looked more like Tang Muching posted news about the Black Organization on the Internet. He wanted to go and see what kind of genius was willing to do this. When he pushed the door open, he saw a man standing on a chair with a circle around his neck. He waved at him and asked him to help kick the chair off so it wouldn't count as suicide.

Gin was very considerate and helped kick the stool away, then he lit a cigarette and watched the other person struggle in the pain of suffocation with a strange smile on his lips.

After waking up from a long dream, Gin now felt it was ridiculous.

Although the faces are similar but not exactly the same, Gin inexplicably feels that this is indeed something that Tang Muqing could do.

Gin sighed, closed his eyes, reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

The car window was opened a crack, and the smoke flowed into the streets of a foreign country through the gap.

No, it’s not really a foreign country. After all, I have been traveling back and forth between various countries to cause trouble for so many years.

Gin took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

This is too much. This is not a nightmare at all. This is clearly the sequelae of a vixen.

Gin took a short break, took the sandwich and coffee bought by Vodka and ate it slowly as lunch. By the way, he took out his mobile phone to read messages and tried to perfect his plan of finding faults in the afternoon.

Without waiting for Gin to open his intelligence email, he looked at the three names marked in red.

Gin calmly opened the reincarnation business waiting list, looked at the names marked in red indicating death, and fell into deep thought.

The time of death was no more than half an hour apart, and it looked like a professional killer was helping.

"He went out and killed someone?" Gin frowned, staring at the name of the reporter Tang Muching, with a hint of imperceptible irritation in his tone.

With your poor skills, you still go out and kill people?

It would be better to go to work in a company and research new weapons.

"It seems he's on vacation. He called me when I went to buy food just now and said he was fishing at sea and caught several shiny hairtails. He asked if I could eat them when I go back." Vodka ate his sandwich calmly, his tone speechless. "It seems he took Kudo Shinichi out. Those people died in a case. Tang... He said a few more people would die tonight and tomorrow. He arranged a five-day vacation and tried to make sure every day was not missed."

At this point, Vodka turned his head and said, "Tang also asked me if Kudo Shinichi is now a non-staff member? If not, can he be changed from the observation list to the special weapon list? He even wanted to contact the boss to give Kudo Shinichi a code name."

Gin:......

Why is this world so magical?

Gin raised his hand and pressed his temple. After a long silence, he spoke in a cold voice, "Contact the members and speed up the action."

Act faster against the FBI...

It’s just hairtail!