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

early morning.

The sunlight shines in dimly through the curtains, and the summer sky always gets brighter very early.

Zhu Fu Jingguang closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to push the arm across his waist, and squinted his eyes to get up.

"You wake up early every morning and it really disturbs my sleep..."

Behind him, a hoarse male voice sounded, and the arms that had been pushed away were wrapped around him again, "A sleeping pillow should be as self-conscious as a sleeping pillow. Please keep quiet before I wake up."

Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed, "Then I'll go back to the guest room and sleep."

"That won't work." Tang Muqing refused decisively and touched Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand with his eyes closed, "I have an appointment with Qin Jiu tonight, do you want to go together?"

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyelids trembled.

Another year has passed since his identity was exposed. Tang Muqing turned a blind eye to Bourbon's behavior as he promised, and did not stop himself from visiting Matsuda Jinpei who had been hospitalized for three months. When he returned to Kyoto, he deliberately took him with him Reuniting himself with his brother, the organization seemed to have forgotten that he was an undercover agent and had no sniper mission.

If Bourbon and Rye hadn't used the name Scotland when they occasionally contacted him, he would have felt that Tang Muqing had made him dead in the organization.

Let’s go see Gin again at this time…

"You want to deal with me?" Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent for a moment, then turned around and looked at Tang Muqing, "Even though Ginjiu doesn't know my name, he has already confirmed that I am an undercover agent."

Tang Muqing turned his head and yawned, not caring, "He won't do anything to you."

Although Gin is a little crazy, he can clearly distinguish what is most important.

An undercover agent who makes no difference whether he is alive or dead cannot compare to the happiness of an ATM. After all, when an ATM is happy, it will spit out a bunch of money.

The winery has a lot of industry, both covertly and covertly, and the income from gin is also considerable, but who would think it's too much money?

In addition to money, he also has the identity of an informant in the Metropolitan Police Department, the data and products in his hands that are unprotected against the organization, and the various wealthy people and officials that budding entrepreneurs have access to.

Zhu Fu Jingguang rubbed his forehead, "I think he might not be able to control his murderous intent."

"I can control it. You are now a little undercover who has abandoned the light and turned to the dark side." Tang Muqing smiled, slowly got up from the bed and changed clothes, "But we still have to go to the company in the morning, and we will go find gin to play in the evening. .”

"It must be a mission requirement for Ginjiu to meet you, right?" Zhu Fu Jingguang completely accepted his identity as just an ordinary assistant. He leaned on the bed and watched Tang Muqing find clothes hanging aside. Although the question was a bit sharp, it was Not much of a temptation.

What can be done?

Although the things his employer did before were a bit inhumane, he always kept his promise. For the sake of Zero's undercover career, Zhu Fu Jingguang could only pretend that he was dead.

"Send some money." Tang Muqing responded. After washing up, he took off his pajamas and put on his shirt. He slowly tied his tie in front of the mirror. "I've been a little busy at work recently, and we haven't gone out for a while to relax. It's just right."

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

Zhu Fu Jingguang silently stretched out his hand to button up his pajamas, and said in a calm tone, "Are you taking a task to relax?"

Who can relax in front of Gin?

"The operational mission has nothing to do with me, and the intelligence mission has nothing to do with me either..." Tang Muqing smiled, stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, "In the afternoon we will go to the Metropolitan Police Department to provide psychological counseling for Officer Matsuda, you Don’t you want to go and see me?”

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed again.

Yes, if you say protect Matsuda, protect Matsuda.

Tang Muqing didn't know how he brainwashed the Metropolitan Police Department. Now every policeman thinks that Matsuda Jinpei's idea of ​​sacrificing himself for a bomb is dangerous, and there must be some kind of mental illness.

Although Matsuda Jinpei was not restricted from handling bombs, a bunch of police officers followed him to help him put on explosion-proof clothing. If he didn't wear explosion-proof clothing, he would be directly handcuffed in the office building with seventy, eighty or ninety handcuffs, preventing him from detonating the bombs. He had to be locked in a small dark room to wait for psychological treatment. Although the treatment process consisted of Tang Muqing dozing off holding a tea cup, he and Matsuda whispered some gossip.

He is a person who keeps his promises and seems to be able to protect more people as long as he is obedient.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Zhu Fu Jingguang washed up quickly, walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and carefully observed the food in it.

Well, I can go shopping after my busy evening. The fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator don't look very fresh, and the dates on the seasonings that have been opened don't seem to be fresh either.

"The duties of a life assistant do not include preparing meals. This seems to be what a wife should do." Tang Muqing smiled, put on his suit jacket, turned around and went into the study to collect documents, his voice was lazy and smiling, "You can wash up quickly, we Go to the company for brunch, have dinner with Officer Matsuda, have a late night snack...forget it, I don’t want to eat this with gin."

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

Yes, they have been together for almost two years, and Tang Muqing still wants to be flirtatious from time to time.

Zhu Fu Jingguang turned around helplessly, half-closed the door and put on the clothes for going out.

It's good. My employer gave me generous money, and I got rid of the cheap clothes I used to make ends meet when I was undercover. My wardrobe is basically made up of luxury custom-made clothes that are sent to my home by major brands at the beginning of each quarter.

If you think about it carefully, it is really not easy to reach your level as an undercover agent.

The last time my brother saw me, he secretly asked me if he had become a degenerate being a policeman...

The two of them went out smoothly, picked a sports car and drove towards the company.

Tang Muqing was still sitting in the passenger seat, and there were two black suitcases filled with US dollars in the trunk.

"Ok?"

The phone vibrated slightly. Tang Muqing glanced at the email and dialed the familiar number, "Didn't we agree on a time?"

"I've made an appointment, and I'm not just dating you alone."

Gin seemed to have just woken up, and there was a laziness in his voice. From the sound of his voice, you could imagine a naked man covered with a quilt, lazily leaning on the bedside.

Gin chewed on his cigarette and tapped the mobile computer on his lap with his fingertips. "Did you bring weapons before going out?"

"No, do you need to bring it?" Tang Muqing raised his brows, thinking about the guns and cold weapons he had never used in the cabinet at home, "I don't think the ATM needs to install an automatic firing device."

Gin smiled mockingly and thought for a while before speaking, "Let Scotland bring the sniper rifle and help me take a look at it tonight."

Sure enough, although undercover is hateful, undercover is really useful.

Those who can be sent out as undercover agents are the best in the police academy. If they can have complete control, they will be more useful than their own people.

Let the other party do things for you, but don't reveal any valid information, and you won't feel bad if you die.

"Okay." Tang Muqing responded, squinting his eyes and thinking, "So who do you want to be so careful about when you make an appointment?"

"A bottle of whiskey." Gin snorted, "I'm always cautious."

Tang Muqing:...

Three bottles of fake wine, one at my place, one working outside, was invited by Gin at this time...

Rye!

Tang Muqing blinked, "Then what are you doing with a sniper rifle? A helicopter gunship is more useful. I haven't even taken my new toy out for a walk yet. It's super cool!"