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

In the early morning, the sunlight shines through a thin layer of mist, bringing no warmth but an inexplicable chill.

A man casually dressed in a T-shirt and a jacket walked into the Metropolitan Police Department, with a simple car key hanging on his knuckles and a small cooler bag in his hand.

At the side, Megure Jusan, who was biting on a rice ball for breakfast, was stunned. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the person who came. "Come to work?"

Although it’s not been a long time since we last met, it is indeed a long time since I last saw you at the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Ah."

Tang Muqing responded, tilting his head and yawning, "I've been recuperating for so long, I'm not used to getting up so early all of a sudden."

I was lazy at home a few days ago. Even if I woke up early, I could still chat with Gin in bed for a while before getting up. Who would just get up when they wake up every day when they have nothing to do...

Tang Muqing glanced at the rice ball in Megure Jusan's hand, and patted his shoulder with a bit of inexplicable pity, "I'll have someone bring some coffee over later. What does Officer Megure need?"

Megure Jusan seemed a little embarrassed, but still said calmly, "Iced latte."

Tang Muqing:...

Okay, can your stomach really handle eating cold rice balls and drinking iced coffee early in the morning?

Tang Muching thought about the porridge he had before going out. Although it was cooked by Gin with an irritated look on his face while looking at the recipe, it didn't have much taste, but it was warm.

He decisively sent a request for iced coffee to his assistant and walked towards the office. "Okay, but will Conan come to the Metropolitan Police Department today?"

Hearing this, Megure Jusan narrowed his eyes, "If there is no incident, I will come to take a statement. If there is a incident... I will also come."

"That's good. I agreed to take care of the children who are staying at home, but I was suddenly injured. I'm sorry to trouble you, Xiaolan." Tang Muching responded, pushed open the office door, and fell into silence.

Megure Jusan bit his rice ball and poked his head out, "I haven't been here for a long time, so it's normal for the dust to fall off."

The Metropolitan Police Department has always been responsible for the hygiene of its own workstations, and cleaning staff will not enter independent offices to clean without permission.

Tang Muqing lowered his head to look at his clothes and said, "It's okay. I'll pack them up later. Fortunately, I'm not wearing a suit today."

The weather has suddenly turned into summer, and wearing a suit would be just torturing myself.

Tang Muching raised his hand and touched the dust on the door frame, sighing, "It seems that I can only work half a day today, and use the remaining half a day to clean."

Megure Jusan almost couldn't help rolling his eyes. He looked at Tang Muqing deeply and walked towards the busy policemen.

long time?

Is it difficult to work half a day a month?

No respect at all for the police officers who work overtime every day!

If you soak a brand new white rag in water and rub it lightly on the table, a few black finger marks will appear.

Tang Muqing slowly wiped the table and put down his clothes, then turned around to tidy up the chairs and windowsill. His expression did not seem impatient, but inexplicably slow, as if he had turned cleaning into a kind of pastime.

There was a slight knock on the door behind him, followed by the man's leisurely footsteps.

Zhu Fujing leaned against the door, looking at Tang Muqing with tired eyes, "You still want me to help you clean such a small place?"

"Inspector Megure asked you to come?" Tang Muqing looked back and laughed out loud, "You have been resting at home under the pretext of protecting me, so why are you still so sleepy?"

He was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes. He had shaved off the stubble on his chin, but his chin was still tinged with bluish color, which was obviously done in a hurry when he left home that morning.

"Everyone is in this state on the first day back to work after the holidays."

Zhu Fujingguang turned his head to the side and yawned, with tears in his eyes.

He walked to the clean chair and sat down, dozing with his eyes half closed. In his peripheral vision, he saw a figure walking around, cleaning the dusty office bit by bit.

Tang Muching cleaned the basin and rag, washed his hands, walked back and stood beside the chair, bending slightly and looking at Zhu Fu Jingguang carefully.

The poor young policeman used to work diligently in a criminal organization, but now that he's back at the Metropolitan Police Department again, he's not used to the stable life he was supposed to have.

He reached out and touched Zhu Fujingguang's chin, "Go to the sofa and take a nap. I'll ask for leave for you?"

"You can't show your connections too obviously, right?" Zhu Fujingguang yawned, wanting to muster up some energy to walk out of the office to work but gave up.

He leaned his head forward and rested his forehead on Tang Muqing's stomach. He rubbed his sleepy eyes on his clothes without hesitation, and his voice was a little vague. "I hope I don't have to go out on a field trip today."

"If you don't want to be too obvious, just have some breakfast." Tang Muqing rubbed the back of Zhu Fu Jingguang's head with his palm and handed him the thermal bag on the table. "I can tell with my toes that you have an empty stomach when you go out in the morning."

Zhu Fujingguang opened his eyes, raised his head and looked at Tang Muqing, "Why don't you use your brain to think about it next time?"

"That's empty too." Tang Muqing tidied Zhu Fu Jingguang's hair and said calmly, "I hope you can realize that I'm healed."

"Oh." Zhu Fu Jingguang opened the thermal bag and sat in the seat of the Metropolitan Police Department mascot to prepare for breakfast. "As long as you recover."

"I'm recovered." Tang Muqing smiled while leaning against the edge of the table. "I suddenly remembered your provocative behavior towards me when I was in the hospital."

Zhu Fujing looked up, "When did I provoke you?"

He is really protecting Tang Muching, okay?

Even though he later gave up a bit and took a vacation due to Gin's close protection, that wasn't a provocation, right?

Who doesn't know what kind of person Zhu Fu Jingguang is?

Gentle! Harmless!

"What do you think?" Tang Muqing picked up the buns in the thermos bag and handed them to Zhu Fujingguang. "It's better to eat more. It will give you more energy."