Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

Three adults and three children had a sumptuous dinner, and it was almost ten o'clock when they walked back.

Hongshu and Xiaoai both yawned uncontrollably, but Xiaojing was in high spirits, not showing any signs of fatigue, and was jumping around as he walked, just like a child.

According to the original agreement with Mr. Natsume, Xiaojing would only stay in Tokyo for a week before returning to Yahara.

At this moment, according to the calendar, half a month has passed, and Xiao Jing has not returned home. It is not clear what will happen next.

Matsuda, who has keen intuition, and Hagiwara, who has meticulous observation, are completely unable to detect the jump in the timeline. Naturally, Nakamura cannot point it out.

He made it clear that Xiao Jing was Zhu Fu Jingguang. As long as Xiao Jing did not leave on his own initiative, there was no need to mention it.

Even if Xiaojing has completely lost his memory, and his habits and names are very different from his original friends, as long as he is still alive in this world, it is a comfort to them and Xiaojing's brother.

Jiang Gu has stayed in the organization for a long time in recent years, and has become tainted with a strong dark color, which troubles Xiao Ai very much.

If Xiaojing stays here for a long time, Yu Jianggu will definitely be a good thing after a long drought.

"Hagiwara-nii, doesn't Tou-nii whom I met last time live here?"

The smile on Hagiwara's face deepened a little, "Does Xiao Jing like Brother Tou very much?"

Matsuda and Nakamura also listened to their conversation.

Xiao Jing was not reserved, raised his little face and said seriously: "Yes! In fact, when I saw Brother Tou, I felt warm in my heart. This is the first time I have felt this way."

"I see," Hagiwara tapped his palm, "Then do you want to see Mr. Amuro?"

"Yes! Today Hiroki and Xiaoai took me to the Maori Detective Agency and the home of an old man who likes to invent. Only Brother Tou didn't see it at all."

Xiao Ai's hazy sleepiness was frightened back, she woke up with a jolt, and her steps involuntarily slowed down.

Hiro Shu took a few steps and later realized that the person next to him was gone. He turned around and waved to Xiao Ai, "Xiao Ai, follow me quickly."

"Well," Xiao Ai walked a few steps quickly, her hands unconsciously tightening the hem of her skirt.

Nakamura took Xiao Ai's hand and held Hiroki's hand with the other, "Watch the road carefully, don't fall."

"Hi."

After a slight delay, Hagiwara, Matsuda and Kokage had walked five or six meters, and the conversation was a little hazy.

Nakamura, who has keen senses, can still hear clearly.

"Mr. Amuro runs a clinic in Mikkasadai 4-chome. It's quite close to the Mori Detective Agency. If you really want to see him, ask Hiroki and the others to take you there.

We just recently took a vacation and couldn't get away from work. I'm sorry. "

Xiao Jing quickly waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, I can find it myself. Today Hiroki and the others took me from the 5th-chome of Mihua Town to the 2-chome, and I happened to pass by the 4th-chome."

"But, one will be lonely, right?"

Xiaojing, who kept smiling, murmured in a low voice: "You're not alone."

"What did Xiao Jing say?"

"nothing."

[Is there anything following Xiaojing? It's really inconvenient without No. 3 and the others around. ]

*

After returning home, he sent his two children to wash up first. Nakamura walked into the bedroom, ready to take a rest first.

I rarely went out to work today, but programming took a lot of effort, and I may have done useless work, which makes me depressed just thinking about it.

Those emotions were calmed down after the dinner. Sure enough, as long as you stay with your family and friends, you can always be healed.

Nakamura did eye exercises to give his eyes enough rest and thought about the next arrangements.

The first thing to consider is the timing of Tsukuyomi’s appearance.

Speaking of Tsukuyomi, Nakamura thought of fan forums for the first time in a long time.

He hasn't paid attention to that forum for a long time, maybe it has been logged out, I don't know.

Although I am ready to cooperate with the Metropolitan Police, there is no need to connect Tsukuyomi with the main body.

Compared with Nakamura Yuta's matchmaking to promote the cooperation between the two parties.

Tsukuyomi accepted the invitation from the Metropolitan Police Department through the forum. Would it be more appropriate to discuss cooperation directly?

As long as the result is correct, the task of stripping off one's vest will disappear automatically.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was a good idea. Nakamura immediately turned on his computer and logged into the Tsukuyomi Support Association forum.

After flipping through it briefly, Nakamura's pupils dilated in surprise.

This forum, which Nakamura imagined had been abandoned for a long time, not only shows no signs of depression, but is actually very popular.

[On the 203rd day after Tsukuyomi-sama disappeared, I missed him. ]

[On the 202rd day after Tsukuyomi-sama disappeared, I missed him. ]

……

The densely packed posts are arranged like clocking in at work, and each post has at least tens of thousands of comments.

Nakamura casually opened the post and saw the exaggerated words on the screen. A wave of heat surged up, and his face began to feel hot unknowingly.

Nakamura thought those passionate confessions a few years ago were just a whim, but after all these years, these people are still here, and their words are becoming more and more explicit.

Sliding the screen, almost every comment is a confession, and some are queued copy words.

After a quick browse, Nakamura was really shocked.

It did appear a lot in the first three years of Tsukuyomi, and the enthusiasm of the fans was still traceable at that time.

In recent years, Nakamura Yuta has been busy with work and has been able to cope with most things. Tsukuyomi's appearances have become less and less.

The post records that he disappeared for 203 days, almost seven months. Why are these people still so enthusiastic?

While he was puzzled, inexplicable emotions welled up in his heart.

Gently covering his chest, his heart was beating rapidly, as if he was riding a roller coaster and couldn't stop at all.

"Nakamura-kun, I'm back!"

"Number three?"

The little man floating in the air looked a little embarrassed at the moment.

The light blue kimono was wrinkled and hung on her body, and there were many stains on her face.

"What's happening here?"

No. 3 followed Nakamura's gaze and glanced down, then said carelessly: "Hey, time is urgent and I don't have time to pay attention."

"Those are not important, Nakamura-kun, look at my masterpiece!"

A naked body suddenly appeared on the ground. Nakamura sat on the sofa and lowered his head to see the whole body.

He is tall and has long legs. Although he has no muscles, he is not weak.

Her dark purple hair covers most of her forehead, and her eyes cannot be clearly seen with her eyes closed.

The overall facial features are deeper than those of Asians, with a straight nose and thin lips.

The skin is not as pale as it has never seen the light of day, but is naturally fair, like something out of a comic book, completely different from ordinary humans in the third dimension.

Having been a police officer in Nakamura for a long time, he has his own set of criteria for judging the appearance of strangers. This face is the type that is conspicuous but difficult to get along with.

"No. 3...are you sure you want to use this face? Do you want to match it with Tsukuyomi?"

No. 3 raised his head confidently and waited for praise. He never expected that Nakamura would react like this.

"Of course," No. 3 flew in front of Nakamura, "it will definitely suit Tsukuyomi. It took a lot of effort for me to create such a handsome face, and the hair color was carefully considered."

Nakamura looked into No. 3's eyes and saw that they were full of seriousness.

"Isn't this too obvious?"

"Nakamura-kun," No. 3 floated up to Nakamura's shoulder, "You don't think the Tsukuyomi you play is that kind of transparent, do you?"

"It's not so transparent, but it's not so eye-catching as soon as you appear on the stage, right?"

"That's good. With a perfect appearance and a temperament that doesn't approach strangers, you can save a lot of effort." No. 3 advised earnestly, "After all, Nakamura-kun, you have to do two things at once, so make it a little easier for yourself, okay? "

Nakamura opened his mouth but was speechless.

His usual habit is to be silent and talk little, and he doesn't like to be paid too much attention to!

Nakamura felt a little sick in his stomach at the thought of having to discuss cooperation with the Metropolitan Police with such an eye-catching face.

Number 3 seemed to have the ability to read minds, "If it doesn't work, just keep wearing the mask. Anyway, Tsukuyomi's body is an eye-catching pure black mask and cloak."

Nakamura reluctantly nodded in approval. He really couldn't bear to force No. 3 to return to the factory for redoing, and he couldn't make any effective suggestions regarding face-shaping, so he just let it be.

At worst, wearing a mask blocks all exploration. As long as you don't look in the mirror and don't pay attention to other people's eyes, you can keep out of sight.