Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

Perhaps because he was pretending, Nakamura didn't sleep well that night. When he woke up in the morning, his neck was stiff and he was too stiff to make any big movements.

When Nakamura sat up, Tsukuyomi opened his eyes. His eyes were not hazy as if he had just woken up, and his posture was as regular as a soulless doll. He kept a fixed lying position and did not occupy any extra space on the bed.

Nakamura rubbed his neck and greeted him proactively, "Good morning."

Tsukuyomi responded decently: "Good morning."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"...It's so noisy that I can't sleep."

"Noisy?" Nakamura, who had just woken up, reacted very slowly, "...those prayers?"

Tsukuyomi sat up. The suit on his body was miraculously wrinkle-free and still as smooth as when he first put it on.

"Yes."

"There's no way to block it? Are all those people night owls?"

"No, I don't know."

Nakamura got out of bed with his back to Tsukuyomi and walked to the closet, "Maybe you can ask No. 3. There should be a shielding method over there."

Tsukuyomi's voice was smooth: "I don't want to see them."

Nakamura turned around, looked at Tsukuyomi for a few seconds, and nodded clearly: "I understand."

"By the way, you can't appear in front of Hiroki and the others now. Let's leave before they get up."

Tsukuyomi obediently got out of bed until his feet were on the ground, and Nakamura immediately noticed a not so good detail.

When he was lying on his back, Tsukuyomi's height was not outstanding. It was not until he stood up that he realized that he was half a head taller than Nakamura, almost 1 meters tall.

His proud height, handsome and cold face, and his unique pair of phoenix eyes give him an aura of calmness and authority even when standing quietly in the room. Wherever he stands, he will undoubtedly be the focus of the crowd. .

The average height of men in this country is less than 170 centimeters. Nakamura's 178 centimeters is the shortest among his friends, but he is on the higher end of the spectrum in the Metropolitan Police Investigation Division. Tsukuyomi's height at this moment is absolutely outstanding.

When Nakamura played Tsukuyomi, although he appeared less often, he was not completely unseen. Even with the mask that attracted attention, the conspicuous contrast in height was clear at a glance.

Not to mention other abilities of the police, at least they have no problem observing their appearance.

"Oops!"

Tsukuyomi was confused: "What?"

"The height difference between us is too big. I'm afraid your secret will be exposed as soon as you enter the Metropolitan Police Department."

"There is a mask, is it okay?"

"The effect of the mask is only to attract attention, the pressure of 190 and 180 is completely different!"

Tsukuyomi, who has just arrived, is very single: "What should I do?"

Nakamura had no idea. Having learned the art of disguise from a magician, he knew how to perfectly increase his height. However, lowering his height went against common sense and made it much more difficult.

"Let's see if No. 3 has any suitable props?"

Tsukuyomi obviously has no good feelings for No. 3, the man who created his body: "No, it's better to find a solution by yourself than to find him."

Nakamura can also understand Tsukuyomi's mood, probably because he didn't like to see him at first.

Any intelligent life would not be happy if it knew that its wealth and life were completely controlled by others.

"Put aside the height issue for now, the top priority is to get out of here."

After quickly cleaning up, Nakamura opened the door and looked around.

Unsurprisingly, it was found that the room was quiet, and both children were able to take care of themselves independently. Nakamura did not need to worry about life or study.

The school hours at Didan Elementary School are very late, and Xiaoai and Hongshu are engaged in research. It is common for them to stay up late when inspiration comes, and they can count on one hand the number of times they wake up early.

Until the door was successfully closed, Nakamura let out a long breath, and Tsukuyomi was curiously observing the voice-activated lights in the corridor.

Nakamura was worried about meeting the two Hagiwara people at work, so he took Tsukuyomi down one flight of stairs before taking the elevator downstairs.

It was still early, not yet the morning rush hour, so the underground garage was quiet.

Nakamura opened the passenger door and Tsukuyomi straightened his back and sat in.

Nakamura got into the driver's seat and showed Tsukuyomi how to fasten the seat belt. Although he fumbled and fastened it successfully, he was strangled awkwardly due to his posture.

"Relax, it will be uncomfortable to slow down and accelerate if you stretch like this."

"Oh," he agreed readily, but Tsukuyomi did not relax. He still kept his back straight, leaving a gap for the pillow.

Nakamura doesn’t give much advice. You have to experience everything by yourself before you know whether it’s good or not: “Sit tight.”

There happened to be a nearly 45-degree slope at the exit of the underground garage of this apartment building. Nakamura climbed up smoothly and came to a flat road.

Looking at the co-pilot again, the man who kept his appearance was indeed tied to the co-pilot.

Nakamura did not add fuel to the fire, only the corners of his mouth rose quietly.

Human beings inevitably have bad qualities.

Pulling a god down to earth is undoubtedly both challenging and interesting.

"It's not fun to move around like that."

“What do you think is an interesting way to move?”

"fly?"

Nakamura was a little surprised: "You can do it?"

"You can try it."

"It's best to try it in a hidden corner, otherwise you risk getting sliced."

"slice?"

"The response to the official discovery of something strange is not good anyway."

"understood."