Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

Nakamura's life has not been rich since he was a child. He has always believed that the orphanage is the poorest place in the country.

It wasn't until he went out this time that he realized that things didn't seem to be the case.

Nakamura checked his watch when he went out. He had been going back and forth all night. It was now half past five in the morning, and the sky was getting dawn.

Holding his coat tightly, Nakamura began to hesitate as to whether the store would be open at this point.

Twenty-four-hour convenience stores are common in bustling areas, but may not be found in remote towns.

For example, the town where the orphanage was located, and the town where he worked in the dream, did not exist. When he arrived after the time, the town was completely dark, and there was not even a street light.

As he walked down the metal stairs, as expected, he was cursed again. Nakamura just pretended that he couldn't hear it and quickly went down.

This metal staircase was built on the outside of the building where Feng Gu lives. It is a very obvious illegal construction.

If the inspection is strict, it will definitely be ordered to be demolished, but no one cares about it here.

The store on the first floor of this building is half blocked by a metal staircase, and a signboard hangs above it, which reads Fucun Supermarket, which is a very common way of naming small stores.

This kind of small supermarket opened downstairs of a house usually has relatively few items and a wide range of items.

During the day, most people choose to go to larger supermarkets to buy things. The peak business hours are at awkward times like evening or early morning.

The problem of opening the store that Nakamura was originally worried about was solved directly downstairs.

As I walked closer, I saw a middle-aged man sitting in front of the store counter, dozing off with his hands on his hands.

When he saw someone coming in, he steeled himself, smiled, and greeted Nakamura warmly to come in.

Nakamura nodded and started walking around inside.

Perhaps he was too sleepy, so the middle-aged man didn't follow. He said hello and went back to the front desk to sit down.

As expected, this small supermarket only has basic necessities, including seasonings, pots and pans, and the like.

The only food available was vacuum-packed biscuits and bread, and there was no food that could be heated and eaten, such as bento rice balls.

The biscuit packaging bag was covered with a layer of dust. I don’t know how long it had been there.

Nakamura picked it up to check the expiration date and found that it was expired food.

Put down the cookies and check the bread, it's expired.

Nakamura walked out of the supermarket silently with his head lowered.

The supermarket owner was still nodding and didn't try to persuade him to stay, which made Nakamura sincerely happy.

He didn't know the road here either, so he moved towards the light.

Now I can vaguely see the surrounding environment. Most of the houses are old and there are various graffiti on the walls.

There are delicate, childish and random lines, leaving traces of the residents living here.

Breakfast in this country is basically eaten at home. The only breakfast you can buy outside is supermarket lunch boxes, rice balls, and some bakeries that provide bread.

Nakamura followed the lights and entered several small shops.

There are many large and small stores, but each store is similar.

The items sold are basically necessities, and there are very few types of food. Most of them are near-expiration or even expired food.

Most of the stores are dusty. It’s not just a decoration style, it’s just dusty, and the product packaging bags haven’t been wiped clean.

Nakamura finally had to buy boxed cup noodles and go back.

As soon as he opened the room, Feng Gu turned over on the bed alertly. When he saw it was Nakamura, he fell back down holding his abdomen.

This state of being like a frightened bird made Nakamura very worried.

There is no kitchen in this small house in Jianggu, but there is a kettle for boiling water.

Five minutes later, Fang Gu was picked up and ate hot ordinary cup noodles.

"Sorry, that's all I found."

Fang Gu didn't mind at all, "The situation here is just like this. Thank you for your hard work, Yuta, with me."

Chinese people are accustomed to eating cold food. After being injured and exhausted, being able to eat hot food is a long-lost warmth.

Jianggu Hululu ate so deliciously that he drank all the soup.

Nakamura looked at his watch again. The usual working hours of the Metropolitan Police Department were eight o'clock, but most of his colleagues arrived around seven-thirty, and he was embarrassed to be late.

There was still one hour left for him to travel.

This slum is actually not like Kurosaki Clinic, it is on the edge of Tokyo's jurisdiction.

It is backed by Cupido Town and Yoneka Town.

As the most prosperous areas in Tokyo, Cupido Town and Yoneka Town should not have such dilapidated old neighborhoods.

But the junction of each town always seems awkward, just like a small country at the border of a big country. If it is taken over by any big country, it will gradually become prosperous.

The leaders of the two towns also have a competitive relationship, and they are trying their best to make their side better, so the border becomes a battleground.

Naturally, this old community was fought over, and they argued for a long time. Finally, they reluctantly reached a settlement. The two parties raised funds to build a large-scale theme amusement park here, and each party received half of the operating income.

The amusement park occupies a very large area and local residents need to be relocated. In the end, the price was not negotiated.

The project had to be put on hold indefinitely, and the old community temporarily became a no-care zone, inhabited by some frustrated people and people with shady identities.

There is naturally a reason why Fang Gu chose to rent here.

From the observation of the police, a lot of explosives and smuggled weapons on the market flowed out from here.

Anyway, Jiangu needs to lurk, so he might as well come over to find out what's going on, and at the same time establish his identity as an information dealer who is short of money.

Fang Gu put the cup noodle box into the trash can smoothly, "Yuta, it's quite late. You have to go to work today, so why don't you go back first?"

"No, there's still time."

Nakamura dragged a low chair and sat across from Fang Gu, staring at him intently.

Fangtani Rei has never been a thin-skinned person. On the contrary, he can easily make friends with people as long as he wants to.

It's just that the top student has his own barrier, and that blond hair caused him a lot of trouble when he was young, which made Jiang Gu habitually not take the initiative.

When it comes to friends, he's good at using his strengths.

He is half-foreign, with wheat-colored skin. His light blond hair looks more dazzling as his owner becomes more energetic, and his facial features are more three-dimensional and deeper than those of natives.

His eyes were soft and droopy, watery like a dog trying to please its owner. No one could say harsh words to him like this.

Nakamura moved his chair back two steps uncomfortably, but it was still stable.

During his time at the police academy, he had seen Jietani act coquettishly at Zhufu with this look many times. Zhufu, who was already doting on his young child, retreated step by step under such an offensive, and unknowingly agreed to unreasonable demands. .

Zhufu himself has excellent cooking skills. If he eats food outside, he will find a way to recreate it for Jiang Gu to eat.

With such a considerate little boy who can cook, it's no wonder that the all-rounder Jiang Gu is a kitchen idiot.

But if someone is pampering her, it doesn't really matter whether she can cook or not.

"Let me be honest, I am not Morofushi." Nakamura thought for a while and added, "If you don't tell me, I will call Hagiwara and Matsuda over after get off work."

Fang Gu's eyes widened. He came here once in a while and there were the most people around him. Nakamura was there to buy information. If he came here more than once, it would be very bad.

Especially Matsuda and Hagiwara, they are handsome guys with outstanding temperament, and they easily attract attention wherever they go.

If bomb disposal makes news in the future, his hidden identity will be revealed in an instant.