Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

Nakamura didn't like to be sloppy when things were finalized, so he directly asked No. 3 to start production.

Nakamura himself continued to deal with today's work. On the first day he officially became the management officer, the office was temporarily deserted.

While Nakamura was doing his work, he occasionally paid attention to the movements of No. 3.

Without the restraints of the doll's body, No. 3 is completely transparent and cannot be reflected by surveillance.

Many of the materials it took out with its hand looked transparent and had no real sense.

There was a precedent for the invisibility cloak, and Nakamura was not surprised when he saw this scene. Number Three's lack of hiding allowed Nakamura to witness the whole process of Tsukuyomi's body taking shape.

Number 3 flew around among the materials, kneading the biological materials into shape like a clay figure.

The first step is to shape the overall shape, limbs, main torso, and head.

Then the fingers, toes and other parts are carefully made, and even the organs are made by No. 3 hands.

Nakamura's eyelids twitched when he saw it, and he couldn't help but wonder if he, who was originally a baby, was also manually made by him step by step.

No. 3 was completely unaware of Nakamura's random thoughts, and concentrated on carving each organ, as well as the blood vessels and cartilage tissue attached to it.

"No. 3, is it really okay to make it this way?"

"Of course, there is no problem even if you go to the hospital for examination." No. 3 moved his body and lay on the ground to install an artery on the heart. "The biological material he left behind is completely consistent with the biological tissue of the human body, and it also has the ability to It has the ability to grow and metabolize normally like humans. Didn’t Nakamura-kun never have any problems when he went to the hospital for a physical examination?"

"Despite this... I always feel like my heart is about to beat out."

The way No. 3 was twisting his heart made Nakamura feel that his own heart was being squeezed and rounded by a hand.

Number Three looked back at Nakamura, and then at the heart that was gradually taking shape.

After realizing it, he responded cutely: "Ah... I forgot that Nakamura-kun is not a data life. He will feel uncomfortable when he sees his organs. I will leave now."

Number Three waved his sleeves and the piles of materials disappeared without a trace, "I'll be back in time when the production is completed."

As soon as he finished speaking, No. 3 disappeared.

Nakamura was left alone in the office.

On the computer screen was a dense and disorderly accumulation of databases. After a moment of sluggishness, he returned to work: "Let's deal with this first."

The matter of Tsukuyomi can be considered later. The most urgent task is to sort out or rebuild the intranets of the third and fourth series.

I still remember that he once complained to Hiroki that the Metropolitan Police Department's intranet database was messy and the protection level was too low, so anyone could use it as a back garden.

Only now did I understand the reason for the chaos on the intranet.

Each branch website was initially built with the friendly assistance of the Cybercrime Countermeasures Division, but daily operations are left to the management officers of each department.

Police officers such as the police department and team captains are mostly busy with front-line work. On weekdays, they only need to submit a copy of the information to the intranet for filing. They do not have management authority over the intranet.

The police's promotion system determines that non-professional police officers need to be forty years old to become management officers (police police), and semi-professional police officers need to be around thirty-five years old to become management officers.

As for the former Matsumoto administrator, he is already 51 years old.

By the way, although the other search section management officers are older and younger, they are all around 45 years old. Nakamura is the only one under 40 years old.

Of course, for managers who have not caught up with the rapid development of computers, their computer proficiency is limited to operating office software. It is simply difficult for them to complete website operation and maintenance.

It's no wonder that the search class intranet is all in a mess, and the information is roughly piled together, without any sense of beauty or logic at all.

Originally, I could complain without any psychological burden, but now it has become my own job. It is really a tragic accident that God will spare.

Nakamura downloaded and backed up all the data and planned the reconstruction of the intranet.

Just like a bright and beautiful white-collar worker, the contrast of having a garbage dump at home is unacceptable.

If the Metropolitan Police Department’s ray of hope can’t even organize the ordinary database intranet, it will be really shameful to show off.

What's more, with such a messy intranet, it would take more than half an hour to simply find a piece of information. It was really a waste of time and manpower, and Nakamura, who valued efficiency, couldn't turn a blind eye.

As a result, Nakamura remained motionless in front of the computer all day, and Ito packed and delivered lunch to deal with it randomly.

Click, click, click, the regular sound of the keyboard continued in the silent room.

Unknowingly, Nakamura's eyes were so tired that they became red and bloodshot.

At 7 p.m., the lights in several nearby offices had been turned off an hour earlier.

knock knock knock

Nakamura responded without raising his head: "Come in."

"Yuta, are you still busy?"

The familiar voice and title made Nakamura take the time to look across the computer screen.

"Kenji, why are you here?"

"It's not like someone moved their office, and there's no one there even for lunch. If I didn't come over, I don't know until what time you would work overtime."

Hagiwara shrugged and walked into the office, leaned next to Nakamura and looked at the computer screen.

On the screen were characters scrolling down quickly. Hagiwara felt dizzy after just a few glances, "What is this?"

"The intranet is too messy. I'm going to rebuild it."

"Hiss—" Hagiwara has used the intranet, and although he doesn't know much about programming, he can roughly estimate the workload involved, "Is it so big right from the start?"

"There's nothing I can do," Nakamura continued tapping his fingers, "You'll be laughed at if you ask for online tutoring help."

Hagiwara patted Nakamura's shoulder lightly, "That was really hard work."

"Is there any big case in the fourth series today?"

"No, they are all ordinary cases, robberies and hit-and-runs. There are no homicides today, so we can get off work so early."

Nakamura thought about the busyness of the previous two months and asked with concern: "Has the frequency of cases decreased?"

"No, I feel like if this continues, we and the Megure Police Department and others from the third department next door will all die of overwork," Hagiwara complained, "By the way, I heard that you will be in charge of the third and fourth departments, doesn't that mean Taking over the job of Administrator Matsumoto?”

"Of course, if Minister Matsumoto is promoted, someone will have to take over the job."

"Wait a minute," Hagiwara realized something. "You are now building an intranet. Minister Matsumoto...is there no problem?"

Hagiwara has always been well-informed and has a keen sense of the world.

The police officers complained openly and secretly that the intranet was not easy to use at all, and the database was too messy. When checking old cases, they could not find anything relevant even after a long search.

Rather than wasting that time, it is better to consult a database specialist, which is much faster and more accurate.

Nakamura moved his fingers. It seemed that he had forgotten about it.

Hagiwara noticed his movements and held Nakamura's shoulders, "There are some things that can't be done even if they can be done."

Nakamura's shoulders slumped unconsciously and he leaned against the sofa chair, "Then my work today was not in vain?"

Hagiwara proposed an effective solution: "Perhaps we can apply first?"

"All right……"

Everything needs to be done through procedures, and the system of focusing on the relationship between seniors and juniors makes Nakamura really dislike it.

Save the program as a backup, stand up and stretch, "Then get off work."

"I just happened to have an appointment to take some of the kids out to eat today. If it's any later, we'll be late."

"Let's go."

Hagiwara carried Nakamura out of the Metropolitan Police Department. After walking for a while, he was blown by the night wind. Nakamura finally came back from the immersive programming and said, "Thank you Kenji."

Hagiwara changed the subject as if nothing had happened, "I'm hungry. I want to eat sukiyaki pot and grilled wagyu."

"Okay, I'll treat you tonight."

"Haha, then I'm not polite! Yuta, Jinpei-chan is too much. He spent more than half of our salary last month to buy new models, leaving nothing for me!"

……

The conversation was scattered in the night wind, and the two of them drifted away from each other.