Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

It was lunch time, and this nearby curry shop called Dondy was almost full.

Tsukuyomi was told by the waiter that if he did not share a table with others, he would have to wait outside for half an hour.

Tsukuyomi looked around through the transparent window and found that there were only two places where tables could be shared.

One is a two-person seat that happens to be next to the window, and the person sitting there is a man with blond hair and wheat-colored skin.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Tsukuyomi felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't pronounce his name.

The other was a two-person seat close to the bar. Because the other diner was a woman, she was directly excluded from Tsukuyomi.

The waiter knows how to look and read the choice through the direction of Tsukuyomi's eyes.

After asking the blond man, he returned with the good news that we could share a table.

Tsukuyomi put down the shopping bag and opened the table and chair opposite the blond man.

Because of the lingering feeling of familiarity, Tsukuyomi observed the person opposite.

It was noticed that when he faced the waiter, he smiled gently and harmlessly, but immediately returned to his expressionless expression after the waiter left.

As he got closer, Tsukuyomi discovered that the facial features of the blond man were very different from those of the people around him, and that the blond hair grew naturally rather than using foreign objects.

With his keen senses and the close distance, Tsukuyomi could even smell the scent coming from the blond man.

It smells of disinfectant water, a very light rust smell, and a sweet smell.

Tsukuyomi's observations were very hidden. After a morning of shopping, he found that he could observe his surroundings without using his five real senses.

He has a much higher perception of soul power than ordinary people, and the results of his observations are more accurate than those based on observation with the real five senses, and are not easily noticed by others.

If you focus your mind, you can even sense other people's souls and judge human character directly through the color of the soul. However, this method of observation consumes a lot of money and will make you dizzy over time, which may cause the soul to leave the body.

The sense of familiarity gained from observation was getting stronger and stronger, but searching the memories in his mind yielded no results. Tsukuyomi frowned slightly in confusion.

This paradoxical feeling is really uncomfortable.

While Tsukuyomi was deep in thought, the busy waiter finally brought the menu.

There were illustrations of various curries on it, and Tsukuyomi didn't know how to choose due to lack of common sense. They all looked so delicious, which made the glutton in his stomach rumble.

The waiter stood quietly and did not actively recommend it.

Tsukuyomi thought about ordering all of them to try, but the entire menu had more than ten kinds of curry, and the narrow table for two couldn't fit it.

The blond man opposite suddenly said: "Is this your first time trying curry?"

Tsukuyomi looked around and made sure that he was the only one around except the waiter. He was not being sentimental before he nodded in response.

The blond man smiled gently, "If this is your first time trying it, I recommend chicken curry. If you can tolerate spicy food, medium spicy is good."

The waiter belatedly agreed: "This gentleman is right. The chicken curry in our store is one of the signature curries and is the most praised dish."

Turn to the homepage of Tsukuyomi and find the picture of chicken curry there, with five red stars lighting up below.

Looking through other curry pictures, Tsukuyomi noticed that the number of lit stars was not exactly the same. It seemed that the number of stars was used to represent the degree of recommendation.

Because the blond man's soul was beautiful and lingered with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, Tsukuyomi chose to believe his recommendation.

"Then a medium spicy chicken curry."

"Hi."

Compared with the slow speed of delivering menus, the speed of serving dishes is not slow.

Strangely, the blond man sat here much earlier, but the dishes were delivered at the same time as Tsukuyomi.

Tsukuyomi just regarded it as a coincidence and didn't think much about it. His eyes were fixed on the curry, sniffing the strong fragrance, and his Adam's apple slid up and down unsatisfactorily.