Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

The gunfire at the pier changed from dense to sparse and finally stopped.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Nakamura headed over there. When he got closer, he realized that this was a warehouse area with many containers standing densely packed.

Such places are usually inhabited by homeless people, or rented to merchants to store goods.

It was quiet here, apparently not even a homeless person.

The thick smell of gunpowder smoke in the air indicated that a fierce gun battle had occurred here not long ago.

He came alone, with no support, no companions, and no weapons. He could not participate in a shooting battle, but there was no problem in investigating the scene of the battle.

He didn't dare to walk blatantly inside, so he carefully used all the tracking and anti-tracking skills he learned in the police academy, and slowly moved towards the area where the smell of gunpowder was the strongest.

It was close to the corner of the pier, and at a glance you could see several large and small ships moored on the sea ahead.

Nakamura has already put on a mask and can escape even if he is discovered.

When he arrived at the scene, he found that the building was already empty. His previous caution seemed like a joke.

"No. 2, could this be what you expected?"

The mechanical voice was ups and downs, "Of course, it will be released after evaluating the tasks you can complete. I am not an unscrupulous system that deceives people."

The system's remarks came from some of Nakamura's recent searches. Since he started doing tasks alone, he unconsciously wanted to seek a sense of identity.

If you can't talk to the people around you in real life, you will naturally turn to the virtual place of the Internet.

In recent years, computer technology has developed rapidly, and chat rooms have become available for people to communicate. Following this, online communication platforms such as blogs have been born.

Nakamura searched and found that there are actually some online novel platforms. There is a large category in which there is a novel setting in urban fantasy novels-system.

Most of the systems in the system article are only used to issue tasks to make the protagonist stronger or grow.

As the number of articles increases, several eye-catching works will naturally appear.

For example, setting the system as the mastermind behind the scenes and issuing those tasks to become stronger are all planning for the body and soul of the host.

By eating the host dry and wiping it clean, not only will the energy points earned by the host be harvested during life, but the host's memory will also be devoured to become stronger after death, and products containing the host's skills will be made, and the waste will be used to cultivate the next generation of hosts.

Generation after generation, there is an infinite loop, and the host changes one after another. However, the system becomes stronger and stronger, and the means of controlling the host become more and more skillful.

The system for issuing tasks is too similar to the function of his own doll. His previous forced buying and selling also made Nakamura worried.

Although the mechanical sound is just a program left by the gods, it is also endowed with growth potential by the gods.

It is not as lively and active as the original No. 2, and has a personality specially customized for Nakamura.

After a month of cooperation, one person and one partner can be considered to have grown and progressed together.

Number 2 can naturally see the information Nakamura searches for.

He didn't argue at the time, but now he couldn't help but make a statement for himself and the god behind him.

The god who created it is the master of this world, and he is indifferent to most living things in this world. Although he will not be partial, he will not maliciously harm them.

What's more, he put a lot of thought into getting Nakamura to do the mission, and he wouldn't mess with him casually. Number 2, who has a part of his heritage, knows this very well.

Although it is understandable that Nakamura has such concerns, No. 2 is also aggrieved by his own god. How can he make random guesses about the person who created him.

Nakamura was noncommittal about this. So far, No. 2 has indeed never tricked him, but the god behind it has tricked him more than once.

Once bitten, twice shy.

The only way to live longer is to be cautious, and it was completely reasonable for him to guess that way.

No. 2 did not continue to quibble. It knew that there was a saying in the human world.

Lu Yao knows horsepower and sees people's hearts over time.

I believe that through continued cooperation, Mr. Nakamura will gradually trust it and the gods, and he will become keen on completing tasks.

After this little interlude, Nakamura began to explore the surrounding situation.

There were large and small dents and scorch marks on the containers in areas with a strong smell of gunpowder smoke.

He searched carefully but didn't have much clue.

In the end, No. 2 couldn't see through it, so he took the initiative to help scan the surrounding ground and found a bullet hole.

Nakamura dug on the ground with the knife he carried for a long time and dug out a bullet.

Before he could carefully observe the type of bullet, the sudden sound of breaking through the air made Nakamura reflexively roll back the container next to him.

The bullet grazed less than a centimeter above his ankle, and Nakamura's pupils tightened.

A string of bullets hit the iron container, making a continuous bang, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching unhurriedly.

Nakamura hid behind the container, his nerves tense, his heart clenched, and extremely scared.

He touched around his body and found that the only weapon was the multifunctional folding knife.

Digging is okay, but going out to fight someone with a gun is definitely asking for death.

Nakamura was panicked and didn't know what to do.

In his usual missions, he always faced ordinary thieves who had a thief's heart but no courage, or robbers who were strong but not very capable. None of them could be called vicious criminals.

How can you fight someone with a gun with your bare hands?

He did recognize the sound of a pistol, but the amount of bullets contained in the pistol's bullet magazine was not exactly the same.

The test-fire revolver used by the police academy has 5 rounds of ammunition, and the regular police pistol has 6 rounds. Other pistol models are different, with 8 rounds, 13 rounds, 17 rounds, etc.

It is simply impossible for him to calculate the gap between reloading and kill or escape in the dark when he cannot see what type of gun the enemy is holding.

What's more, there are some guns that can fire an extra bullet when there is already a bullet in the chamber.

No matter how you look at it, this scene is a desperate situation.

"No. 2!" Nakamura said frantically, "You said you would guarantee safety?"

The mechanical voice of No. 2 also became ups and downs, and he felt ashamed for having vowed to ensure Nakamura's safety just now.

Quickly start scanning over there.

"Nakamura-kun, don't panic, I see your acquaintance."

"What?! Stop joking, this isn't funny."

When he was angry, his voice increased uncontrollably.

The intensive gunfire suddenly stopped.

Nakamura was confused but didn't dare to look around, leaning against the container at a loss.

Until a familiar voice came.

"Yu... Yuta, is that you?"

Nakamura's eyes widened in disbelief, this voice was so familiar.

A month or two after graduation, he would not forget the voices of his friends.

He asked tentatively: "Is it Jingguang?"

Two minutes later, the two men gathered behind the container.

Both of them were confused, surprised by how the other party was dressed at the moment.

During the police academy, Zhu Fu Jingguang was very gentle, with a pair of blue cat eyes that always contained a faint smile.

In Nakamura's memory, he is always accompanied by labels such as warmth and comfort.

Who is the person standing in front of him now?

The beard that he had grown deliberately long seemed to have not been carefully taken care of for a long time. He was wearing a gray hoodie that covered his head and face, and he was carrying a large guitar case. His whole temperament was dark and melancholy, which was very different from his original gentle and kind-hearted person.

By the way, just now this man shot at him without changing his expression. His unhurried pace was like that of a hunter leisurely pursuing prey that had no power to resist.

The person who made him feel cold and scared behind him, and who had nowhere to hide, was actually his best friend? What a magical world this is.

Little did he know that he himself had also changed drastically in Zhu Fu's eyes.

When Nakamura was in the police academy, he was an ordinary person with a small and transparent temperament. He was the kind of person who would be impossible to find if he was thrown into a crowd without looking for him.

At that time, Nakamura always seemed to have worries and even a little low self-esteem. His training performance was poor and his future was uncertain. It was not until instructor Onitsuka discovered that he had a talent for negotiation that the situation gradually improved.

In the police academy, Nakamura was like the younger brother next door, so the five of them took care of him unconsciously and couldn't help but worry about him.

Just over a month after graduation, this person has changed drastically.

Wearing a black mask, it seems to be glowing under the moonlit night. It is an eye-catching aggregate.

Looking carefully, Zhu Fu found that his eyes had become firm and confident, and his direct gaze made Zhu Fu a little surprised by his change.

The strangest thing is why Nakamura came here in the middle of the night. If there hadn't been that exclamation, the two of them might have really fought.

"Yuta, didn't you go to the sex class? Why are you here so late?"

Nakamura was very surprised, "Jingguang, how did you know? After we graduated, you and Zero disappeared. It was like they disappeared from the world, without any news."

Zhu Fu stretched out his index finger and made a shushing gesture.

"Hagiwara said he sent me an email."

"I see."

Nakamura remembered that Hagiwara had said that he had been unable to be contacted. It seemed that he had sent emails but no one responded, but he kept sending them.

There's really nothing to say about Hagiwara's treatment of his friends. Nakamura and Hagiwara both work in the explosives department. Because they are in different teams, they rarely meet at the Metropolitan Police Department.

On the premise of making time for gatherings every week, I will also receive daily greeting emails from Hagiwara from time to time.

Sometimes it's a beautiful sunset photo, sometimes it's a model he put together, and sometimes it's an interesting story he saw on the road.

In short, even if we don't see each other every day, we can seamlessly pick up the previous topic when we meet again, and it will never be awkward. This may be the root cause of his continuous invitations to sorority parties.

He is really sincere to his friends, and no one can resist such a warm and sincere attack.

Contrary to him, Matsuda basically does not send daily emails, but can chat casually when meeting. He follows the path of a gentleman's friendship as light as water.

On the other hand, Squad Leader Ida has sent several emails about his current experience in the local police station, and his enthusiasm is revealed between the lines.

Feng Gu and Zhufushi disappeared right after graduation. Not only did they never contact them proactively, but most of the email messages they sent remained unread for a long time.

Nakamura and Hagiwara both thought they had changed their phone numbers and could no longer receive emails. Could they have seen the messages?

Zhu Fu seemed to see his doubts and explained: "The current work is confidential, and there are special tools for checking emails, which will not show as read."

Nakamura gestured with his thumb, since it was confidential work, it was hard to ask more questions.

Just ask briefly about how they are doing and whether they have seen Falling Valley.

Zhu Fu shook his head, "After graduation, I had no contact with Zero, and I don't know how he is doing now."

Nakamura comforted him: "Don't worry too much, Zero is the strongest among us and deserves the first place."

"That's right. I believe zero can live well in any environment."

There was silence for a moment after the brief exchange. Nakamura didn't know if the questions he asked were all confidential and difficult to ask.

Zhufu is not the type to force people to do anything. Nakamura didn't answer the question just now and he didn't ask any more questions.

The two waited in silence for a long time, and Nakamura was the first to speak: "Jingguang, I'm ready to go back."

"Okay, be safe."

"Okay, you too."

The two went in opposite directions.

Nakamura walked towards the brightly lit Wharf Commercial Street, and all the people blended into the darkness silently.

Friends who had helped each other closely during the police academy met each other a month later but were speechless. Under heavy worries, ordinary greetings were hesitated before being spoken.

They each have their own lives and secrets to keep, and it is impossible to be honest with each other anymore.

But it does not prevent them from giving each other sincere blessings.

"Peace and peace, my friend."