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

While Conan was anxiously waiting, Tang Muqing was silent for a long time after receiving the call. After hanging up the phone, he couldn't help but turn around and look at the person lying beside him who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

He reached out his hand to wake the other person up, and in front of Zhu Fu Jingguang's incredulous gaze, he said, "How can someone not even be able to get a fake identity after so long?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang remained silent, his eyes felt so heavy that it seemed he couldn't open them.

I slept too late and had to be woken up.

Zhu Fu Jingguang stared at Tang Muching for a long time with his eyes open. He was like a vegetative person and could not make any response to any external stimulation.

He looked at Tang Muching, blinked his eyes for a long time, and then simply tilted his head and continued to sleep.

The vigilance of the police and the keen intuition of the undercover agents in guarding against criminals are no match for catching up on sleep.

"Hey..." Tang Muching reached out and rubbed Zhu Fujingguang's head. He stood up slightly and leaned against the head of the bed. He covered Zhu Fujingguang's exposed shoulders with the quilt, then took out his mobile phone to look for contact information.

Don't let him sleep in, right?

Then just don't sleep at all.

It seems that Kudo Yusaku is in the United States. According to the time difference...

Forget it, let’s not consider the time difference. As the temporary guardian, he has to contact his parents no matter what happens.

Tang Muqing tapped away on his phone to send an email. He reached out and covered the phone with his hand, mumbling, "So noisy."

Tang Muqing:...

How could you sleep!

The sponsors are awake!

Tang Muching hurriedly sent the last sentence, and without any hesitation, he put ten exclamation marks in bold capital letters on the title before sending the email. He then leaned down a little and lay down in the bed again, planning to take a nap and do morning exercises in the following time.

Kudo Yusaku, who was far away on the other side of the ocean, opened the newly received email, read it carefully, and fell into deep thought.

He carefully read the English and Japanese versions of the document, and after a long time he turned his head to look at Kudo Yukiko who was studying her gestures, "Did we forget to create a fake identity for our son?"

Kudo Yukiko turned around and said, "Ah? There is such a thing?"

Kudo Yusaku:…

I seem to have forgotten it, so...

Yusaku Kudo looked at the time and decided to call Inspector Megure to ask.

When I think about it this way, Yukiko and I are indeed not doing our job as parents well... Never mind, we are just an unreliable family, each of us is unreliable in our own way.

"personal I.D?"

"Do you have a birth certificate? One with the hospital's stamp and signature?"

"None? Born abroad?"

"This is difficult to handle. I don't care about household registration..."

"Drip-"

After a ten-minute phone call, Kudo Yusaku leaned back in his chair, with a hint of confusion in his wise eyes. He was obviously thinking about who to find to help his son get an identity certificate.

The original identification card does exist, but now... hasn't it become smaller?

Kudo Yusaku sighed heavily, and between seeking help from Karaki Kiyoshi and the help from the top brass of the Metropolitan Police Department, he chose to forge a fake identity abroad.

Japan has been a bit strict recently. Although cases still occur frequently, there are always people coming to check ID cards. I heard that there will be a census and grassroots police will visit people at their homes. This is really difficult for illegal residents.

Thinking of this, Kudo Yusaku took out his phone and planned to call the retired FBI police officer he had just met recently to discuss something.

Two hours later, the request for a fake identity was finally returned to Tang Muching's phone after much discussion.

He hadn't gotten up yet, leaning against the head of the bed, looking at the emails he had received and fell into silence.

Yusaku Kudo looked for retired FBI officials, the retired officials looked for members of the organization, the members of the organization didn't know who to look for so they reported directly to see if anyone wanted to take advantage of this gap. Gin might be busy, so the message was transferred to his email.

that……

"What's wrong?" Zhu Fujingguang was looking down at his phone, seemingly chatting with someone. After noticing the noise, he turned around and looked at Tang Muqing in surprise, "You seem to have encountered something difficult?"

"It's a bit difficult." Tang Muqing laughed, pulled up the quilt to cover Zhu Fu Jingguang's shoulders, and said with a smile, "Kudo Yusaku asked Gin to help forge a fake identity for Kudo Shinichi. Do you think I should do it or not?"

There's nothing wrong with rounding off!

Zhu Fu Jingguang:...

Why on earth do these people appear in the same sentence?

Didn’t Tang Muching really feel it was weird when he said it?

Zhu Fujingguang stretched out his body, his cheeks were slightly red from just waking up, and his palms seemed warm. "Go ahead, I can already guess what you are going to do."

"Hmm?" Tang Muching replied to the email casually and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang with a raised eyebrow.

Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled a little, "Kudo Shinichi tracked down the Black Organization and finally found his father. He wanted to ask but couldn't, and he wanted to investigate but couldn't. Maybe he even imagined that Gin accepted Kudo Yusaku's commission to teach the naughty kid a lesson and deliberately made trouble for him."

Tang Muqing:...

Tang Muqing rubbed Zhu Fujingguang's head, "It's really not unfair for you to be an undercover."