NOVEL NEXT Chapter 275 Who to blame?
All the lights in the holiday villa were turned off, leaving only a small light in the living room that was dimly lit.
Tang Muching habitually patted Gin who was awakened, and slowly walked out of the bedroom with his cell phone and cigarette box.
There is a small balcony at the end of the corridor. When the glass door is closed, no wind can blow into the room.
Tang Muching patted the pillow and leaned lazily on the hanging chair, crossing his legs. His thin pajamas wrinkled slightly with the movement, revealing a section of his pale calves.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and rubbed the cigarette box, trying to find a lucky cigarette to bite.
The night breeze was blowing, but it didn't seem too cold in this tropical area, except...
The wind is a bit strong.
Tang Muching lit a cigarette with his back to the wind, then leaned back in the hammock and closed his eyes again, half dead.
Damn, insomnia.
If he wasn't traveling at this time, he would have to get himself some medicine and have a good sleep.
"Can't sleep?"
The girl's cold voice came from behind, followed by the sound of slippers clacking on the ground.
Miyano Shiho hugged the pillow and looked at the balcony at the end of the corridor with a calm but slightly curious look. "You can take some melatonin or tranquilizers."
"It's no use. It's emotional insomnia." Tang Muqing looked back in surprise, then continued to stay with him after retracting his gaze. "Go to bed early, or you won't grow taller."
Miyano Shiho: …
She turned her head to look at the door handle which was a little taller than her and fell into silence.
Once upon a time, she was a famous genius girl in a dark criminal organization. Now she has become a primary school student. Who can she blame?
Blame the organization, blame Gin, blame Tang Muqing.
Miyano Shiho looked at Tang Muqing quietly for a moment, then turned and went downstairs to pour a glass of wine, and then brought it up and handed it to Tang Muqing, "If you don't want to take medicine, drink some wine, you can sleep well."
Of course, she had also estimated the amount of alcohol he could drink.
She, Miyano Shiho, the famous sherry wine, didn't want to listen to a drunkard going crazy in the middle of the night.
By then, Gin will be woken up and she will have to coax the drunkard. What if she gets angry and shoots her?
Tang Muqing smiled silently, holding the wine glass and looking at Miyano Shiho, and raised his eyebrows after a while, "You also have insomnia?"
How can a little kid suffer from insomnia?
If you suffer from insomnia, it is likely that you are not getting enough exercise during the day.
Miyano Shiho hugged the soft pillow and patted it, then climbed onto the small sofa beside her, dangling her feet and spoke, "I didn't think much of it at first, but now that it's like this, I'm wondering... what's your purpose?"
Tang Muqing was slightly startled, and thought carefully for a moment, "This question seems a little familiar."
Undercover agents asked, police asked, criminals asked, and even a well-dressed uncle asked.
He thought about it for a while, then lowered his eyes and chuckled, "It's immortality. Who doesn't want to live a little longer?"
But unfortunately, immortality goes against ethics and science, especially when it is impossible for everyone to achieve immortality.
If immortality were selective, the wealth of the entire society would be in the hands of the immortals.
Others' mediocre life lasts only a hundred years, but for the immortal, it is just a moment.
Tang Muqing's eyes fell on Miyano Shiho's face and asked curiously, "Do you think you can live forever?"
"Why not?" Miyano Shiho said calmly, resting her chin on the pillow in her arms. "If we don't consider the issues of crime and law, so-called immortality is nothing more than extending a person's lifespan until there is no end. The difficulty lies in those incurable diseases that can easily lead to death and the aging of organs."
At this point, Miyano Shiho raised her hand and said, "Look at my appearance now. Do you think organ aging is a problem?"
"I see. Then my wish still depends on Miss Miyano." Tang Muqing smiled, raised his hand and raised the wine glass towards Miyano Shiho, "Don't worry, I always keep my word. This house is for you and your sister. In the future... you can move to another place if you want."
Tang Muching took a sip of wine and continued to daydream with his eyes narrowed.
Nothing wrong, he rarely keeps his word except when he's lying in bed.
Miyano Shiho's eyes fell on Tang Muqing's face, and after a while she nodded, "Okay."
"Go back and rest early." Tang Muqing patted the little girl's head and raised his chin towards the corridor. "Staying here with a pillow always makes me feel like I should sit at the head of your bed and sing a lullaby."
"You don't think I'm afraid of sleeping alone, do you?" Miyano Shiho snorted and glanced coldly at Tang Muqing before jumping off the sofa and slowly opening Miyano Akemi's bedroom door in her slippers.
"Who knows."
Tang Muching chuckled, turned around and continued to lean against the wall, squinting his eyes to look at the almost invisible stars in the sky.
It's still too slow, the development of the elixir of life is too slow.
Moreover, Conan’s timeline is too tiring. Half a year is stretched to twenty years. No matter how hard he tries, he will definitely suffer from Alzheimer’s disease.
Tang Muching thought for a long time and finally took out his cell phone to send an email.
[Boss, are you short of money? Are you short of people? Are you short of weapons? ]