Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

(Warning: For a long time in the future, Tsukuyomi’s identity will be mainly described, and Nakamura’s identity will be less spaced.)

No. 3 saw that Nakamura didn't want to communicate at all, so he had to go back to the Soul King Palace to continue working. Managing a world is very busy.

After making sure that the room was quiet again, Nakamura lifted the quilt, got out of bed and walked to the window, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

He turned around and met Tsukuyomi's gaze, lying flat on his back with his hands folded on his abdomen and only one pair of eyes open.

It's a pretty amazing feeling, being half a body and yet independent of each other.

Nakamura blinked, and Tsukuyomi across from him also blinked. If there were outsiders present, careful observation would reveal that their blinking frequencies were completely synchronized.

The open windows shed clear moonlight.

Nakamura saw Tsukuyomi's eyes, which were a pair of red phoenix eyes. The pupil color was slightly lighter than the hair color, and it was a relatively rare purple.

His eye color is relatively similar to Hagiwara Kenji's, but unlike Kenji's eyes, which are always smiling and soft.

Tsukuyomi's purple eyes showed no fluctuations. The lying position made his vision low, but Nakamura could easily read the arrogant look inside them, which blended very harmoniously with Tsukuyomi's temperament of keeping strangers away.

Number Three is probably a self-taught expert in pinching faces. At least Nakamura, a patient with mild prosopagnosia, has a good and deep impression of Tsukuyomi's face.

While Nakamura was quietly observing Tsukuyomi, the man who was lying on his back suddenly spoke.

The voice was also clear and cold, with an unearthly divinity.

"Are you satisfied? Master."

"Master...master?"

Nakamura's expression was extremely strange.

"Then what should I call you?"

It was clearly a question, but because his voice had no fluctuation, it turned into a statement.

Before Tsukuyomi said anything, Nakamura had a gut feeling that he was a half-body, someone approachable and trustworthy.

When he opened his mouth, a strange feeling came over him.

As a police officer, Nakamura already had a lot of experience talking to strangers, but at this moment he became habitually nervous. Sweat seeped out unknowingly, sending chills up his spine.

Nakamura calmly adjusted his breathing and calmed his mind: "You can call me Nakamura."

Tsukuyomi remained lying on his back, making no other movements except moving his eyes. He had no intention of breaking away from the ribbon that symbolized the gift.

"We are the same person. Your name is Nakamura. Am I also called Nakamura?"

Nakamura was asked for a moment. There were too many things going on tonight, and he didn't have time to think about this issue at all.

How does Tsukuyomi, a person who appears out of thin air, insert his identity information into the household registration system?

Tsukuyomi's appearance is that of an adult, and it is not as difficult to insert into the household registration system as the children's Conan and Haibara.

Can we learn from the way He implanted identity information when making the vest?

When Nakamura was lost in thought, his unwavering voice sounded again: "I don't like the ordinary surname Nakamura."

Nakamura complained without hesitation: "The household registration system is not yet in place, so you start to dislike Nakamura."

"I will inherit the divine status and should be called Tsukuyomi."

"That's an exaggeration. In real life, if someone's name is Tsukuyomi, they will definitely be regarded as a chuunibyou and be watched by everyone!"

"What is chuunibyou?"

"It is a disease that basically only appears in immature children. People who focus on self-awareness and perform a series of strange and shameful behaviors are usually called chuunibyou."

"bias."

"...It's not entirely biased. After all, when you grow up and recall those things, you will indeed be so embarrassed that you will scratch the ground with your toes."

"Nakamura used to be a chuunibyou too."

It was clear that the tone was still calm, but to Nakamura's ears, it sounded completely mocking.

Nakamura covered his face, but he had to admit that almost everyone will experience the period of chuunibyou, which is full of black history.

The plain voice finally had a slight ups and downs, "I want to know about Nakamura's past."

Nakamura looked at the person who was still lying on his back obediently for two seconds, then looked away in embarrassment.

However, even though he was extremely embarrassed, Nakamura did not choose to be perfunctory, but instead explained honestly.

“At the school festival in the second grade of junior high school, our class activity was to perform a clichéd story about a brave man fighting a demon king.

I was not able to participate, but I made a brave sword myself and practiced it privately for a long time. "

"Practice for what?"

"Just...a normal conversation."

The memory of death invades Nakamura's head. Whenever he recalls the time when one person acted as two characters and recited those embarrassing lines to the wall, he is so embarrassed that he wants to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

……

The conversation between the two turned out to be quite smooth, and Nakamura gradually forgot about the discomfort of communicating with strangers.

During the conversation, Nakamura noticed that although Tsukuyomi possessed half of his soul, he had almost no memory.

He looks like a handsome adult, but inside he is like a newborn baby, pure white in many aspects, and cannot even express emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

In contrast, Tsukuyomi shows a strong learning ability, and can quickly understand even complex topics, and can even find out the key points by intuition.

“So, my task is to take on the identity of Tsukuyomi and reach cooperation with the Metropolitan Police Department.

For this purpose, a reasonable set of identity information is required? "

"That's it! You will play Tsukuyomi from now on, and I will be an ordinary policeman."

"So, what do I need to do outside of playing Tsukuyomi?"

"That is your freedom. Due to the situation, I have to separate you to play Tsukuyomi to share my pressure. But I also sincerely hope that you can have your own life and fun."

The person on the bed was finally willing to break free from the shackles of the ribbon and lean elegantly on the head of the bed.

"I kind of understand what you're trying to say, but is this really good?"

"What's good?"

"Based on the previous conversation, it can be inferred that No. 3 and their purpose is to make me a short-term tool, but you want me to have a life of my own. This is undoubtedly contradictory.

I currently only own half of your soul, and you can take it back at any time.

When I become stronger, you may not be able to take back this half of my soul. Can you accept such a risk? "

Nakamura was stunned for a moment, turned sideways and looked at the lonely moon hanging in the sky, and said straightforwardly: "Since I was a child, I have never had the closest friends or family members who belong to me."

"...Your requirements are really high."

"So, will you?"

"As long as you don't change your mind, I, as a half-body, should stay with you until the end."

Nakamura turned around, walked to the bedside, and stretched out his right hand, "Then, Tsukuyomi-sama, please give me your advice in the future."

Tsukuyomi also extended his right hand and shook it with him: "Please give me your advice."

"You learn things really fast!"

"It must be more or less guided by some vague intuition. After all, I have the imprint of your soul."

"I always forgot to ask, what memories do you have?"

Tsukuyomi closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

"Part of it is the memory fragments caused by doing tasks at night...Wait a minute, I seem to have heard the words of a stranger."

"A stranger's voice?"

"Hold on."

After waiting for about ten minutes, Tsukuyomi finally opened his eyes, "Those strange voices should be human beings' wishes."

"Prayer? Is it a wish you make when you pray to God and worship Buddha?"

"That's right," his tone was steady, "Tsukuyomi-sama, since we first met a few months ago, I have been suffering from a disease, a disease called longing. I am willing to spend five years of being single to make a wish to see you again. .”

Nakamura quickly stopped him: "What the hell, don't you have normal words?"

"Sir Tsukuyomi, I am a hardworking worker who works overtime. Please, please let the company allow me to take a month off to travel!"

Without waiting for Nakamura to express his opinion, Tsukuyomi continued to read a few prayers in his calm tone. Nakamura completely believed what he said.

Judging from the posts he had seen on the forum, those prayers just now were indeed somewhat like what fans said.

"Co-author, have you really become a god who listens to people's prayers?"

"You gave me all your faith, and I inherited the title of Tsukuyomi. It's not surprising to hear this."

"Okay..." Nakamura felt a little guilty, "I'm sorry, I ended up like this without your permission."

Tsukuyomi calmly stated the facts: "I am you, do you need to apologize for this?"

"Well... take your time."

It took ten years for the Rikar he created to become an independent individual, and it would also take some time for Tsukuyomi to become independent.

"So, are you sure your name is Tsukuyomi?"

After a common sense conversation, Tsukuyomi frowned slightly and said in a lower tone: "If you really can't put it in the household registration system, just change your name."

"Okay, I'll handle it as appropriate."