NOVEL WEB Chapter 292 What a noble chapter!
Conan watched everyone quarreling, stood on the stairs and looked at the man upstairs who slammed the door in anger because of a quarrel, then leaned back, touching his chin with a thoughtful look on his face.
It now seems that there is no longer any secrecy about information leakage. Everyone seems to have guesses, but they are always reluctant to express their thoughts easily, and they even deliberately hide some secrets that are recognized by everyone.
Conan thought about it carefully, jumped down the stairs, looked around, and went to find Tang Muqing to ask.
As a boss, you should have some understanding of your subordinates, right?
In addition to the written materials, Tang Muching might have some opinions about these people in his mind, which might help him to find the real leaker.
"what happened?"
A gentle voice came from the side of the glass door. Conan couldn't help but pause and frowned.
Is Tang Muching so busy?
Do you have to answer the phone and handle work even when you are having a dinner party?
"Don't worry about me, I'm safe here."
"Ah, I was very obedient and carried a weapon when I went out today."
"If I'm in danger... I've learned what it means to defend and counterattack."
While talking in low voices, Conan leaned on the door frame and looked at Tang Muqing's back with curiosity.
A man who is not yet thirty years old is still young, tall and with long legs, and muscles that fit neatly on the outside of his bones. No matter what clothes he wears, he can always show a calm and lazy posture. Expensive suits and heavy embroidery cannot suppress the owner of this clothes.
At this moment, he was leaning on the railing, chuckling and answering the phone. His palm, which was wrapped with two circles of gold beads, was placed on the railing and tapping lightly. Looking closely, he seemed to be wearing a green jade ring on his finger.
But Conan's point is...what kind of businessman needs to carry a weapon at all times to guard against danger?
This requires one to have done all kinds of bad things and have enemies everywhere, right?
Conan couldn't help but touch the back of his head. Just as he was about to knock on the door to remind Tang Muqing, his expression suddenly changed.
"Ah, you mean Kudo Shinichi, what happened? Is he missing?" Tang Muqing lowered his eyes and chuckled, not caring at all that someone was eavesdropping behind him, "Who told you to be so careless and feed him medicine? There are several snipers, they can easily shoot him after you leave, right?"
"Hmm? Was there a case at that time?"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I'm right next to him. It would be easy for me to poison him."
Conan shuddered as he listened to the man's gentle, sympathetic voice.
A shadow emerged in my mind, and dark clouds representing fear appeared on the bridge of my nose and around my eye sockets.
Is Tang Muching...really related to those people?
On that day, Tang Muching watched helplessly as he was beaten and fed medicine, and then helped to clean up the mess?
Conan's pupils trembled and he stared at Tang Muqing's back with an unprecedented fear.
"I haven't seen him. Maybe he's dead but no news has been released." Tang Muqing chuckled and spoke to himself. Gin was talking about his own arrangements on the other end. It was irrelevant, but they all knew it was acting. "You mean Conan?"
Conan:! ! !
What happened to Conan?!
Aren’t you talking about Kudo Shinichi?
Did they discover his identity?
Conan moved to the side, hid quietly and listened.
"Did you sleep like a fool? Conan is just an elementary school student, how could it be him?" Tang Muqing said calmly, "If you still want to think about such unreliable things, why not come to me at night? Although I still have work to deal with tomorrow, I can stay up all night for you."
Gin:......
There's no need to add this kind of words when acting, it's weird.
There is a strange sense of disharmony.
Gin closed his eyes, "What do you want to do now?"
"Well, let's have some fun. After all... the night is long." Tang Muqing chuckled, and after hanging up the phone, he sent an email to Gin, speaking in a low voice as if mumbling to himself, "Shinichi is really a headache. Obviously, we don't have a very close relationship, but I still have to help him make up for the omissions... I have to ask Mr. Yusaku to pay me for this."
Outside the door, Conan was sweating profusely and leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.
Scared to death.
But it didn't seem like he was completely scared to death.
Tang Muching was related to the black organization and watched himself being killed. He escaped death due to a problem with the medicine, but Tang Muching discovered the truth.
The point is, Tang Muqing obviously knew about Conan, but he didn't ask or investigate, instead he protected him everywhere...
Thinking of this, Conan's eyes showed a hint of complexity.
Indeed, their relationship was not very close. Because of Xiaolan, I was always a little wary of Tang Muqing, but...
Tang Muching actually protected him silently behind the scenes, secretly protecting him at the risk of being suspected and killed by criminals!
What a noble character!
How great!
Conan rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"what happened?"
The glass door was opened, and Tang Muqing looked at Conan's red eyes in confusion, "Are you crying because of anger?"
Ah, imagination.
It’s okay, you can use this kind of imagination more often.
When the halo of the heroine in a sad novel meets the halo of the hero, wow, that's interesting.
"No." Conan shook his head, walked to Tang Muqing's side and pulled his pants and shook them, "I feel like there's something wrong with it."
Tang Muqing:...
Tang Muqing raised his hand to untie his pants, and said in a gloomy voice, "You should be thankful that I wore trousers and a belt today, otherwise..."
Hands are owed!