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

"Is this the end?!"

The primary school student stood on the pier and looked at the police in front of him in disbelief, "Where is the murderer? Is this the end?! Are we going back if we don't catch anyone?"

"if not?"

Xiaolan asked back, with a surprised tone, "Officer Mu Mu said that the murderer of the murder case was missing, and the explosion that occurred later might have been a violent gang that smuggled drugs. It will take time to trace it, and you can't catch him if you stay here."

Conan: ...

Conan stared at Xiaolan with wide eyes, feeling that something was not right.

Why was this incident so unexpected? !

Why are all the suspects missing?

But if you think about it carefully, although there are doubts, if there is an explosion, it cannot be treated as an ordinary murder case. After all, bombs are different in nature from murder.

Conan frowned, and without thinking clearly, a big hand from behind picked him up by the back of his neck and threw him onto the yacht in front of him.

On the yacht, a man in casual clothes was lying on a bench, holding a wine glass in his hand, looking drowsy.

"The boat is about to sail, and I'm here to experience the Tang Mu family's yacht." Maori Kogoro smiled, sat next to Tang Muqing, raised his glass, and drank with squinted eyes.

Tang Muqing opened his eyelids and took a look, then closed his eyes again.

Sleepy.

Although I don’t have to worry about going out, I am not in a familiar environment, and I feel tired both physically and mentally.

Tang Muqing turned his head and yawned, raised his hand to touch Kogoro Maori's wine glass, and said softly: "When will Mr. Maori have time? When you are free, invite Mr. Maori to the manor to see the flowers and enjoy the scenery."

Hearing this, Mouri Kogoro's eyes lit up, and he thought for a moment before speaking, "You have time at any time, but flower viewing should be paired with good wine."

"Of course." Tang Muqing smiled, squinting his eyes and thinking, "I haven't drunk the wine I brought back from the photo shoot abroad. If it's not enough... I can go steal two bottles from Uncle He Cheng's wine cellar."

We are all a family!

Can Tang Mu and Cheng still refuse?

Mouri Kogoro sighed, "Don't use this word to steal... one's own family."

"Then..." Tang Muqing pondered for a moment, "Share."

"Yes!" Mouri Kogoro nodded heavily, raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp!

"Brother Tang Mu."

Conan was stunned for a while, then he came to Tang Muqing's side, pulled Tang Muqing's arm and asked, "Who does Brother Tang Muqing think the bomber is?"

"I don't know how to reason." Tang Muqing opened his eyes and looked at Conan while leaning on the recliner. "If we look at it according to professional knowledge, we need to first determine whether the explosion was caused by an individual or a group. After all, terrorist attacks and simple explosion injuries People are completely different too.”

Conan nodded thoughtfully and asked, "What about the murderer?"

"I'm still not sure. After all, only one person died. I can't be sure whether the serial killing was interrupted or just one person was killed." Tang Muqing held his chin and looked at Conan, explaining softly, "In fact, psychology is more important in the face of serial killings. The effect will be greater when committing a crime. After all, the more crimes are committed, the clearer the crime pattern will be, and the more specific the profile of the murderer that can be inferred will be. As for ordinary murder cases..."

Tang Muqing paused and continued: "In ordinary homicide cases, the police can basically determine the approximate scope of the murderer through the victim's social relationship and investigation of the crime scene."

Conan tilted his head and looked at Tang Muqing. After a long silence, he said, "Then why does Brother Tang Mu want to study psychology?"

Tang Muqing:...

why?

Of course, before time travel, he had a younger brother with a complicated condition. He had an antisocial personality, a little paranoia, depression, anxiety, lack of emotion, and no empathy at all. He was locked up in the hospital for a year and was tied to the bed every day, but he didn't get better. Wherever you go, you learn to pretend.

In order for him, the elder brother, not to be strangled to death in his sleep, of course he had to learn something!

"Because..." Tang Muqing recalled for a moment and sighed softly, "I also want to be able to cure mental diseases, but for the time being, it seems that diseases caused by genetic problems are difficult to cure."

Personality traits expressed in genes can only be slowly cultivated through acquired education, habits and rules of order. It is difficult to completely cure them. People are so old and gene editing is not realistic. As for taking medicine...

The side effects of drugs for mental illness are too great. Controlling the chaotic thoughts in the mind by suppressing the body's hormone levels has nothing to do with a complete cure.

Conan looked at the expression on Tang Muqing's face and nodded after a while, "Okay."

There seems to be a story.

Tang Muqing stretched his eyebrows and closed his eyes on the recliner. The yacht moved quickly on the sea, and the rising and falling sea water induced drowsiness.

"Don't ask anymore."

Xiaolan quickly pulled Conan into her arms and whispered, "Brother Tang Mu is very tired, let him have a good rest."

Conan: ...

Conan half-moon looked at Xiaolan, "Ah? Are you sure?"

Tang Muqing was a little busy on Yueying Island just yesterday, helping to interrogate the residents, right?

Aren't you going to stay in the hotel to rest for the rest of the time?

He spent more time sleeping than a primary school student like him, so how tired was he?

Seeing Conan's confused eyes, Xiaolan rubbed Conan's head and lowered her voice, "Brother Tang Mu is not in good health."

Conan: ...

Yes, yes, my health is not good. If I am not in good health, I spend all my time living and drinking in the company of handsome men and beautiful women!

"Humph!"

A cold snort suddenly sounded, and the blond man frowned and threw a thin blanket on Tang Muqing's body. His eyes couldn't tell whether he was disgusted or annoyed, "Waiting for the wind to catch a cold and go back to continue to sue me?"

"How could it be?" Tang Muqing opened his eyes and said with a smile, "I know how to deduct wages."

Jiang Guling looked at Tang Muqing and raised a mocking smile, "Really? No tip?"

Tang Muqing:...

This was said as if there was some shady transaction between them.

"No." Tang Muqing spread his hands, showing the ugly face of a capitalist, "I don't have much credit. I generally won't pay for things like eating now and paying later."

Jianggu Ling:......

ill?

Jiang Gu Ling glanced at Tang Muqing coldly, turned around and leaned on the railing to light a cigarette. He lowered his eyes and looked at the phone screen, thinking about whether to send an email to Zhu Fu Jingguang to express his guilt. .

By the time……

When the yacht docked, would he see the furious Zhu Fu Jingguang standing at the dock and punch him when he saw him coming up?

Probably not. Zhu Fu Jingguang probably wouldn't beat himself up, but would go straight to beat Tang Muqing.

I just don't know if Tang Muqing's frail body can withstand the punch of an outstanding graduate of the police academy, and he will be beaten to death...

Forget it, Hiro has sense and can't be beaten to death.