NOVEL NEXT Chapter 281: Are stripes okay?
The collection room hidden in the basement of the huge villa area is filled with a luxurious atmosphere. Wine and jewelry are placed in different rooms according to categories, and the door panels on both sides of the entire corridor seem to smell of money.
Conan walked through the wine cellar, the jewelry collection room, and the watch collection room. He even saw a room specifically for dress shoes. Until the end of the corridor, he looked up at the glass door in front of him and frowned slightly.
Why is there no security measures in the entire collection room?
seem……
There isn't even a security door.
Conan frowned, pushed open the door and looked inside, his pupils constricted instantly.
The amber glass display case was wiped clean without a single fingerprint left on it. The spotlights were turned on for a long time, and the dim light shone on the cold guns, making the entire room look like an arsenal in a movie or TV series.
In the huge room, there are display cabinets lined up with all kinds of guns placed on them. In the cabinets nearby are also cold weapons of all kinds.
Conan couldn't help but take a step back and looked at everything in front of him with a blank look.
It's a bit strange.
If Tang Muqing was simply rich, then it was common for rich people to collect guns in Japan. Those wealthy people also liked to build a gun storage room for themselves and carefully maintain and collect them as if they were collections, but...
This was a bit too much. He could see boxes of bullets in the drawer below.
What if Tang Muching is a criminal?
Criminals all have their own weapons that they are used to using, they wouldn't put all of them together in such a variety of ways, besides...
What criminal wouldn’t install a door on his armory?
Is Tang Muching really not afraid that a policeman will break in and see it?
"Ding!"
There was a slight sound, and Conan looked up suddenly.
The soft, dim yellow light turned into a dazzling red at this moment, and a shrill alarm sounded in his ears, scaring Conan so much that his hair stood on end.
The red light flashed rapidly, and soon the bodyguards' coordinated footsteps could be heard in the corridor.
Conan: ...
You are careless. It's not that there are no security doors, but that there is no need for them.
Conan looked around and found a small suitcase that looked empty. He tried to hide himself in it, but just as he stepped one foot in, Conan suddenly remembered Tang Muqing's behavior of installing surveillance cameras in his own bedroom.
He was silent for a moment, then looked up at the seams of the ceiling and found a few dark dots.
Recalling the sales advertisements he had seen in magazines, Conan looked at them carefully for a moment, calculating the coverage and blind spots of these cameras in his mind.
Since I've been photographed, I might as well just let it go.
"Conan?"
A slightly puzzled voice came from outside the door. A man with scattered brown hair was protected by bodyguards in the middle. He looked at Conan with a puzzled look on his face, "Why are you here?"
Conan: ...
“Ah—”
Before the last cute syllable was uttered, Conan's mouth was covered by the quick-eyed and quick-handed assistant Mr. Amuro.
Toru Amuro held Conan in his arms, put his palm around to cover his mouth, and couldn't help but raise his other hand to rub his ear.
What a weird, coquettish and cute voice!
Instead of listening to this kid acting like a spoiled brat, he might as well listen to Tang Muching teasing Hei Mai!
Conan's cheeks flushed red and he stared at Tang Muqing with wide eyes, disbelief written all over his eyes.
Isn't it always gentle and kind?
Why did the violent suppression suddenly begin?
"You are so disobedient." Tang Muching waved at the bodyguards and servants. Only the butler Ishii stood behind him with a cashmere blanket in his hands to help his employer add clothes.
He glanced at the things in the house, and after a long while he sighed, "Although I like children very much, I only like obedient and sensible children. Children like Conan who ignore my privacy and run around without rules... need to be properly educated."
Conan's cheeks flushed, "I..."
"Don't tell me the reason. Reasons are not important to me. What's important is behavior." Tang Muqing's eyes fell on Conan, and the corners of his mouth were flat without a smile. "If you don't listen, I'll send you to a boarding school, okay? The kind where you can go home to visit your family one day a month?"
Conan: ...
Conan lowered his head and stared at the ground in silence.
"Take him to the confinement room for eight hours, two bottles of drinking water, no food, no talking, no opening the door." Tang Muqing snorted, finally remembering his experience of taking care of children. He took the blanket from Ishii Butler and put it on his shoulders, and continued: "Get paper and pen ready, copy the social code of conduct first, and then copy the law."
At this point, Tang Muqing paused and explained kindly, "If you were a guest, you wouldn't be eligible to be my guest a second time. But now I have your guardianship, so you have to listen to me, okay?"
Conan looked up at Tang Muqing with a confused look.
"Good boy, go ahead." Tang Muqing touched Conan's head and rubbed his palm on Furuya Rei's clothes. He watched as Butler Ishii picked up Conan and turned away, covering his mouth. He couldn't help but chuckle, "What a considerate butler."
Tsk, if his former assistant had been so obedient, he might not have caught the child himself.
"It's just like a kidnapping scene." Fūya Ling lowered his eyes and looked at his clothes, and couldn't help frowning, "If you hate it, go wash your hands. Why are you ruining my new clothes?!"
"New clothes? No problem, I'll buy them for you." Tang Muqing laughed and turned to walk out the door. "Let's go have a midnight snack. Oh, by the way, what kind of clothes do you like?"
"Striped ones, please?"