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

The yacht sailed on the sea, rising and falling with the waves.

Tang Muching sat in the shade with his eyes half closed, looking very bored.

Beside him, Gin raised his hand and patted Tang Muqing's arm, his eyes fixed on the email content displayed on the screen of his mobile phone, "When are we going to do the mission?"

There are still a few people to deal with, and the peripheral members have basically figured out the information and are just about to take action.

"Let me think about it... I'll ask the company whether they have developed a drone." Tang Muqing half-closed his eyes, drowsy, "Or maybe I can find a way to let Conan take a walk over there tomorrow."

Gin:......

You just don't want to do it yourself, right?

Gin sighed imperceptibly, and inexplicably felt that Tang Muqing, who was in his twenties, had already lived the life of a man in his seventies or eighties. "Are those weapons in your house displayed for viewing?"

I have never seen a code member as lazy as Tang Muching. Did you know that when Scotland was lurking, he also had to obey orders and kill people!

Hearing this, Tang Muching opened his eyes.

He thought about it carefully and nodded, "Yes, there is another use... when someone wants to bomb me, I can detonate it together. Although there is only a small amount of gunpowder in the bullet, it will add up to a lot... then the planes dropping bombs will have to explode with me."

Gin:......

Have you thought about the people who will accompany you to your funeral?

Gin's fingertips pressed on the phone, and his tone was calm, "I circled three people on the list, and they need to be dealt with as soon as possible."

At this point, Gin paused and said, "If you don't want to go, you can wait for me."

Tang Muqing's smiling eyes circled around Gin, and after a long while he smiled, "Help me kill someone."

Gin:......

The person must be killed, let's see who killed him.

We can't just leave Tang Muching there and ignore him because he's too lazy, right?

"Don't worry. When have I not completed a mission?" Tang Muqing patted the back of Gin's hand in a soothing manner, and in his mind he came up with a plan that could magnify the aura of the Grim Reaper. "I'll ask Miss Mingmei to arrange a mystery gathering tonight. Invite some young detectives, and let Kudo Yusaku come to calm the situation. The number of dead will start from three."

Gin:......

More silence.

A good detective turned into a murder weapon in Tang Muching's hands.

Gin looked at Tang Muqing twice and asked calmly, "Is immortality important to you?"

It doesn't look like that. With Tang Muching's temper, he might get himself killed at any time.

"It's very important. At least I have to live until the day when I don't want to live anymore." Tang Muqing nodded frankly, leaning back on the recliner and feeling the humid sea breeze. There was a gentle smile in his voice, "I mainly want to see the aliens. If I can wait, I will wait. If I can't wait... I have to wait."

The administrator was going crazy, he still didn't believe that he wouldn't be able to meet his acquaintance.

Besides... the world of science is so barren that the number of people who can take action can be counted on one hand. How pitiful he is.

Thinking of this, Tang Muqing touched Gin's hand and said, "When the time comes, we will hug the aliens' thighs. You come with me, and bring Scotland and Bourbon, and kick Akai Shuichi away."

Gin:......

Talking crazy again.

Gin held his mobile phone in one hand and checked various information to barely form a rough outline of an action plan, while his other hand was held by Tang Muqing, whose fingertips were rubbed until they were hot.

He looked at it for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Are you not going to take the lively bomb disposal police officer with you?"

Tang Muqing:...

Don't you dislike his imagination?

How can I still say it along?

Tang Muqing thought carefully, then sat up cross-legged after a while, put a straw in a glass of iced wine on the small table next to him and handed it to Gin, saying seriously: "You can bring it, but it's not easy. I'm afraid the alien will get jealous and beat me to death. You don't know, the alien in my dream is petty and crazy. If he sees Matsuda, he will definitely kick me and not talk to me for a year."

Gin:......

Damn, what on earth got into my head to answer this question?

Gin looked at Tang Muqing with a suspicious look. After a while, he couldn't help but remind him, "Psychologists are useless to you. You need some compulsory treatment."

But neither is good. The drugs or surgeries used to treat insanity can easily make people stupid. If the ATM becomes stupid, he will go around extorting money.

"Why don't you believe me..." Tang Muqing smiled as he sat on the recliner, holding up the cup and willingly acting as a drink holder. He watched Gin drink half of it before taking his hand away and putting it aside. "Let me think about how to make Conan meet those people reasonably."

Gin said calmly, "What happens after he encounters it? Wouldn't he be suspicious if he encounters cases every day?"

Tang Muqing turned around and frowned in confusion, "Did he... doubt it?"

Twenty years and thousands of episodes equals half a year's timeline, with at least five people dying every day on average. Conan never even suspected that he was unlucky enough to run into a case, okay?

Gin was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Okay..."

He is a talented person. If I had known this earlier, I would have kidnapped him directly instead of using the black stick.

[PS: There are not many beauties in the science of science, and there are not enough to start with, so I plan to finish this book in the near future and let the protagonist go to Bengtie to start a new life in the colorful world. ]