Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

"So, faith is important to gods?"

“It’s not quite the same, but it’s not far off.

For powerful gods, faith is just the icing on the cake;

For gods born purely on faith, it is a life-saving straw;

Faith and gods are inextricably linked. "

Nakamura listened carefully, but he was very confused in his heart, "The so-called timing is right for No. 3, could it be...?"

No. 3 made a stern gesture and snapped his fingers, "That's right. After the Tsukuyomi takes shape, it will become natural to accept the faith. Maybe it can achieve the ultimate goal first."

"The ultimate goal...become a god?" Nakamura fell into memories, "Didn't No. 3 say that in order to become a god, you must have godhead? Every carrot is a pitfall. If the predecessor does not abdicate, there will be no successor?"

"I did say that Tsukuyomi's faith value is very high, and he can even become a god in one fell swoop. However, the foundation of such a god is relatively superficial, and he needs to work harder to make up for it in the future."

Nakamura's face darkened unconsciously.

The proud and stern No. 3 shrank his neck, walked up to Nakamura, and asked cautiously: "Nakamura-kun, are you still unwilling now?"

Of course Nakamura was not happy.

If it weren't for the existence of Yoshioka-senpai, he would have sunk to the bottom of the river and disappeared from the world more than ten years ago.

Now his career is running well, his family is quite warm, and his few friends are life-and-death friends. Family and friends are the ones holding his strings to keep him from getting lost.

However, a person's life only lasts for a hundred years.

If friends and relatives leave one after another, leaving him alone in the world, it will be so lonely.

Recalling those colorless days, a chill came from the bottom of my heart. My body seemed to be frozen into an ice sculpture, and my legs and feet began to stiffen.

No. 3 saw how pale Nakamura's face was, and quickly flicked Nakamura's forehead with his small hand, "Nakamura-kun, calm down!"

The slight pain awakened Nakamura's consciousness, and he reflexively began to apologize.

No. 3 sighed. At this moment, it was highly empathic with him: Mr. Nakamura is really the only stubborn person in the world.

"Nakamura-kun, there is no need to apologize. There is just something that has really puzzled me for a long time."

Nakamura had not recovered from his previous thoughts and said dullly: "What?"

"Why does Nakamura-kun always maintain the mentality of an ordinary person no matter how much his strength grows?

Generally speaking, human mentality always changes quickly.

With abilities beyond ordinary people, most people will become unruly and pretentious;

Even if your mentality is stable, you will show confidence and calmness as your strength increases;

Nakamura-kun clearly shows a confident side in front of Xiao Ai and Hiroki, but returns to his normal state when alone in private.

why? "

Nakamura fell into a long period of sluggishness because of the problem with No. 3.

In fact, he had never thought about this issue in detail.

The busyness of work always made him ignore many things unconsciously. No, it would be more accurate to call it paralysis.

What is the difference between a child in an orphanage, a child from a single-parent family, a child from an ordinary working-class family with both parents, and the daughter of a chaebol?

Nakamura drew a relatively one-sided conclusion based on what he has observed subtly over the years: vision and security.

The different conditions of the original family bring about different educational resources and different living environments from childhood to adulthood, which are accompanied by different visions and whether they have a sense of security and confidence.

The most obvious point that proves it in Nakamura himself is the civil service examination.

Nakamura was not in a position to participate in any tutoring. He was admitted to the Law Department of Tokyo University from a public high school on his own. He had no shortage of IQ and perseverance.

People who graduated from Tokyo University's law department will try to take the civil service examination for Category 1 instead of Category 2.

There is a huge difference between professional police officers and semi-professional police officers. Their promotion prospects and training mechanisms are completely different.

Nakamura can also be regarded as a test-oriented talent, a person who is very popular and can perform exceptionally well.

Even if he went through the question bank of the Category 1 Civil Servant Examination several times, he did not dare to sign up if he was not absolutely sure. He had no money and could not afford to spend it.

Nakamura, who supports himself alone, has no chance of trial and error.

In the end, he persuaded himself to sign up for the Category 2 civil service examination because his physical fitness was not up to par, simply because it was safer and had a greater chance of passing in the first attempt.

In fact, the civil service examination only has a written test, interview and physical examination, and only the graduation test of the police academy has a physical test.

Fortunately, Nakamura's work in the Metropolitan Police Department has been relatively smooth over the years. He who came from the quasi-professional group has been promoted at the same speed as the professional group. This is undoubtedly something to be proud of.

Nakamura's luck is really good. With the rapid development of the private detective industry, the Metropolitan Police Department is in urgent need of crime-solving talents and a symbol to restore its reputation.

His push gave Nakamura the skills of proficiency in reasoning and emotional manipulation, which met the conditions for becoming an excellent police officer.

The only regret is that the end of promotion for the quasi-professional group is to become a police officer, but the professional group can become a police director.

Even if his promotion speed is comparable to that of the professional group, he has no hope of reaching the top.

Nakamura's experiences growing up made him accustomed to self-comfort, and he soon became less concerned about the difference between the professional group and the semi-professional group.

What he focuses on is whether the smooth sailing at work is too unreal.

Nakamura often thinks: Is everything real now?

Are these things that a child from an orphanage can have?

Even every word spoken by the people around me and every scene are so vivid.

Even if his five senses were not fake and he felt bone cutting pain when he was injured, Nakamura could not confirm that this was reality.

Therefore, Nakamura did not answer directly, but changed the subject: "No. 3, you said... a homeless child without parents, would he dare to reach out and touch the delicious cake in the window?"

No. 3 answered decisively without much thought: "They don't dare."

"Yes, they don't dare..."

Nakamura actually hadn't recalled his childhood experiences for a long time, but now he had a rare interest.

He stood up from the sofa chair and walked to the window.

There were only two or three stars shining in the distant sky, and the night sky was pitch black.

The lights of the nearby high-rise buildings were extinguished one after another, and only the street lights still dutifully pointed the way for pedestrians returning home late.

"On Christmas when I was five years old, Auntie Dean moved out the Christmas tree left by her parents to celebrate for us."

Number Three floated next to Nakamura, imitating Nakamura and looking out the window at the night sky.

“At that time, the welfare home was in a very tight financial situation, and we children had no means of making a living and had to rely on the director and the nursing staff.

There are six children who are about the same age as me, four who are older than us, and two who are younger than us. There are 14 people in our family.

I only bought a small strawberry cake, and each child only had one or two bites.

Two strawberries were left for the two younger children.

We were taught by the dean’s aunt that we should be humble to each other.

My brothers and sisters wanted to share the two thumb-sized strawberries with us, but in the end no one got to eat them. "

Number Three was puzzled: "Why?"

"When it falls on the floor, the milky white cream is stained with a layer of mud, and no one can eat it."

Number 3 observed that Nakamura's expression was very complicated. It was complicated that an intelligent AI had seen but could not understand.

"I have seen a similar scene in a cake shop. Parents take their children to eat cakes. When the strawberries fall on the ground, the children cry loudly and there will be a new cake."

Nakamura turned sideways and looked at No. 3: "None of us cried, including the two younger siblings who were under four years old."

"The strawberries that fell on the ground are things we can see but are out of reach."

No. 3 consoled him: "Nakamura-kun has grown up a long time ago. You can eat strawberries and buy a whole house if you want."

Nakamura laughed, and the lonely aura around him softened. He poked No. 3's forehead with his finger and let it float far away.

Number 3 floated back: "Am I right?"

"Yes, of course," Nakamura stood up and returned to his normal appearance, "I know what to do, thank you for worrying about me."

Number 3 is always paying attention to the changes in Nakamura's expression, and feels that he should laugh cooperatively at this moment, but it is just an AI, and laughter is something it cannot simulate at the moment.

It would be great if No. 2 was here. It would definitely understand what Nakamura-kun is worried about, and it would give Nakamura-kun a big smile at this moment.

Number 3 imitated the tone he had heard before: "Nakamura-kun, Number 2 and I are always paying attention to you. You are never alone."

"Well, I know."