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

"Solution... solved?"

Lying on the white hospital bed was a small curly figure, with all his limbs fixed in plaster and one leg dangling in the air.

He tried to open his eyes wide and stare at the familiar face in front of him, "The bomb exploded? I'm the only one injured?"

"Yes." Zhu Fu Jingguang took a deep breath and stuffed his mask and sunglasses into his pocket. His eyes were full of despair, "When I didn't contact you, as a police officer, you really didn't expect that I was there. Do something?"

Matsuda Jinpei blinked, "I can think of it, but who would have thought that you could still appear in the Metropolitan Police Department's team."

Then he just said it smoothly...

Thinking of this, Matsuda Jinpei glanced at the window on the ward door and lowered his voice, "You are not in danger, are you?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

Yes, it is very dangerous. It is already surrounded by criminals.

Moreover, he could have kept the secret by ending his life, but now it is completely gone.

Tang Muqing didn't know when he found out the details of Zero, and he was still holding the life of the little curly hair in front of him. He couldn't die now.

If he switched to gin, he would be able to fight to the death, but for Tang Muqing...

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt lucky, perhaps because Tang Muqing did not look like a crazy criminal.

Facing the incomprehensible look in Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes, Matsuda Jinpei struggled to lift his body from the hospital bed, "If there is danger, it's not like I, a bomb disposer, can't make a bomb..."

"Shut up." Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed weakly and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to press his forehead, "First, heal your broken limbs and ribs."

Matsuda Jinpei spread his hands innocently, "You blame me? Your employer threw me off the Ferris wheel with a bang. There was no parachute or buffer device. Now I am lucky to be alive."

Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent for a moment, and became even more speechless, "Ha."

Is that Matsuda Jinheimeitai?

It was obvious that he had exchanged his life for his life, and he still owed Tang Muqing a life that he had not repaid.

"Are you done talking?"

The door of the ward was gently pushed open, and a young man with a pale face looked in, pressing the pinhole on the back of his hand, his eyes half smiling, "What? You have friends and you forget about me?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang's pupils trembled, and he stood up obediently and nodded, "It's time to leave after we've negotiated."

Matsuda Jinpei:......

Hiro is so obedient.

Matsuda Jinping's eyes moved from Zhu Fu Jingguang to Tang Muqing, and he opened his mouth, "Thank you?"

If it weren't for Tang Muqing's wealth and some black technology, he might really be in trouble today.

"The idea of ​​sacrificing yourself to save others is indeed a good idea, but it is a disease that must be treated." Tang Muqing took out a piece of paper from his pocket and threw it on Matsuda Jinpei, looking down at the man lying on the bed.

This hairstyle always makes people feel a little weird.

Tang Muqing looked away and held Zhufu Jingguang's hand, "After I join the job, Officer Matsuda remember to talk to me. This is a psychological healing course arranged for you by Officer Megure and Officer Sato."

Tang Muqing dragged the assistant out of the ward and walked down the safe passage towards the hospital parking lot.

After a long time, Zhu Fu Jingguang finally came to his senses and watched Tang Muqing get on the car silently. Finally he couldn't help but ask, "Is there a bug in your car?"

"No." Tang Muqing responded. He leaned on the passenger seat and lit a cigarette. He lowered his eyes and pressed the band-aid on the back of his hand. "Do you still remember me? When you saw your good friend running past, you didn't care at all. Regardless of the poor boss who is having an infusion due to a cold and fever..."

At this point, Tang Muqing sneered and looked up at Zhu Fu Jingguang, "What? Will the Metropolitan Police pay you a salary?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

It's my fault, but...

"I was wrong, I'm sorry." Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed slightly, took out a sports water bottle filled with hot water from his coat pocket and handed it over, "Warm your hands, but you really should be sick without a coat."

Tang Muqing glanced at Zhu Fu Jingguang, bit his cigarette and opened the car window, "Oh."

Angry.

Sure enough, the boss is Bai Yueguang's little licking dog, and dog licking never ends well!

"You were very well prepared. You should have known a long time ago that the prisoner would plant a bomb today."

Zhu Fu Jingguang started the car and adjusted the air-conditioning heater to a suitable temperature. His voice was calm and gentle, "Are you using him to test me?"

Tang Muqing turned his head and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, "What do you think?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang listened to the small sound coming from the engine and checked the rearview mirror as usual. Finally, he leaned on the back of the cab seat and looked sideways at Tang Muqing, "Ginjiu wants this bomber, right? You What do you want? Matsuda looks good, but you have never met before, and you don’t seem to have much interest in him."

"Yeah." Tang Muqing nodded and put the hot water bottle against the back of his hand, "I don't dare to be interested. Looking at his hairstyle always makes me feel like I have to go to Germany..."

Hey, little curly hair.

The hairstyle of small curly hair was classified as a restricted area in his heart.

A flash of confusion flashed in Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes, and he frowned slightly, "How do you know he wants to install a bomb? And it's right here on the Ferris wheel?"

"I only know a general idea." Tang Muqing squinted his eyes and looked directly into Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, "The police are surrounding here, but there are still a few peripheral members in the police circle, and there are still some people on the outermost side. There are snipers, and the police can’t look for the bomber, but the organization can, right?”

"Then what?" Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyelids twitched, "You don't have to save Matsuda at all. I don't think there is a reason for you to save Matsuda. After all... even though you were forced to join the organization, you seem to like the organization very much. .”

"You were wrong from the beginning. I was not forced to join the organization, because the organization has absolutely nothing to do with me. It can't die but it can't watch me live happily. Even if it replaces me, it's hard to do anything."

Tang Muqing chuckled and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch his chest. "I was invited to join the organization. I even gave important information to the organization to show my sincerity."

At this point, Tang Muqing blinked and said, "Mr. Zhu Fu Jingguang, do you want your friend to die in the explosion and explode into blood all over the sky?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang closed his eyes, suppressed his heartbeat and quickly stretched out his hand.

The palm of his hand was stuck in the neck of the smiling young man, his cheek was close, and there was murderous look in his always gentle eyes, "This is your private hospital, what did you do to Matsuda?!"

The reimbursement of medical expenses and the proximity to abundant medical facilities are all excuses!

Tang Muqing rolled his eyes, not caring that his neck would be broken if Zhu Fu Jingguang moved his hand, "Guess."

The gentle smiling face was so close, but the words were intermittent due to lack of oxygen, and the small blood vessels on the cheeks could almost be seen turning purple.

Watching a friend's brush with death, the suicidal thoughts that originally arose after being exposed were suppressed by his friend's survival, but no one was sure whether the lucky guy upstairs had something that the doctor put into him during the operation that was not inferior to his own. dangerous item.

And myself...

Facing a criminal who saved his friend, holds a secret, but has the opposite stance, there seems to be no way to escape.

It seems...it seems that he can only survive by the other party's side, in order to protect the other undercover who remains in the organization and his friend who has just escaped from danger.

Zhu Fu Jingguang moved his hands, as if he was trying to restrain the urge to strike.

After a while, he let go of his hand and looked at his employer, who had been with him day and night for more than half a year, turning his face and coughing softly, "You want me."