Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

Tsukuyomi Art Master was bold and determined to verify the accuracy of his detection ability. He carried the bag and followed Amuro Toru out the door.

Tohru Amuro thought for a moment and asked: "Continue eating, or stroll around nearby?"

Tsukuyomi was quite surprised. He knew that Mr. Amuro was most likely an acquaintance of Nakamura, so he had some sense of trust.

To Mr. Amuro, he was just a big problem that suddenly got stuck on him.

Now he is even asking for his opinion. Could it be that... Mr. Amuro is a super and invincible good man?

Tsukuyomi naturally put his arm on Amuro Toru's shoulder. This action seemed a bit familiar. Maybe he had seen it before? Or has Nakamura done this?

The heavy pressure brought Toru Amuro back to his senses instantly.

He pushed the person away with a shrug and adjusted his suit, "Please! Don't do such a thing suddenly!"

Yue. Lack of common sense. Reading sincerely asked: "Isn't it possible?"

"Of course not. Where do you see the grown man pulling his strings?"

Tsukuyomi obediently scanned the crowd of people shopping. Indeed, there were no grown men to bother her. After all, those who came to shop were basically a man and a woman, or a family.

He stood up straight and said: "Sorry, I don't know much about this."

If Tsukuyomi is stubborn, Toru Amuro can still talk a few words, but he feels uncomfortable when he encounters a sincere apology.

Toru Amuro touched his neck and changed the subject: "It's still early, let's walk around nearby."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Amuro."

The height of the two people is already particularly conspicuous in the crowd, and their temperament is also quite outstanding, showing a unique charm.

Tsukuyomi's appearance looks a bit cold and elite, while Toru Amuro is a gentle and social type who is easy to get along with.

When two people talk, they always make each other behave completely differently, making some passers-by who are secretly observing them smile knowingly.

Like passing by a croquette shop.

After smelling the fragrance, Tsukuyomi ran over without caring about the image, and his face almost touched the store door.

Toru Amuro covered his face with one hand and pulled the person back by the back of his neck with the other.

"Didn't you just have lunch? Stay calm and don't run around."

"Oh!"

Stand at attention and answer immediately. You will definitely do it again next time.

Amuro Toru silently recited not to be angry, not to be angry, scolded himself a hundred and eighty times for being soft-hearted, and at the same time silently greeted his unreliable contemporaries, who had brought him so much trouble.

But in the end, Tsukuyomi won with two skewers of meatballs in his hands.

The bag he was holding was transferred to Toru Amuro's hands at some point.

Tsukuyomi took a bite of the croquette, "It's delicious! It's sweet, soft and glutinous. Do you want to eat it, Mr. Amuro?"

Toru Amuro didn't know when he put on a fisherman's hat and a mask, covering the lower half of his face, leaving only a pair of purple-gray eyes. His blond hair was also completely hidden.

"Thank you Bu Min."

“Aww—Mr. Amuro, why are you wearing a hat?”

"I am cold."

Tsukuyomi stretched out his hand to feel the temperature and revealed it directly: "In the midsummer of August, do humans also feel cold?"

The detective's intuition made Toru Amuro's conditioned reflex to grasp the key words: "Humans... are not talking the same as you."

Tsukuyomi suddenly smiled and leaned into Toru Amuro's ear, "Don't you know better?"

The only pair of purple-gray eyes revealed by Amuro was staring straight at Tsukuyomi.

But Tsukuyomi wailed again, oooo, one ball at a time, showing a childish look.

Toru Amuro rolled her eyes impolitely, and was about to take him directly back to the clinic with a headache, but Tsukuyomi saw something, her eyes lit up, and she disappeared into the crowd with her long legs.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"Mr. Amuro, this way!"

Suddenly a purple head popped out of the crowd and waved to him.

The core principle of etiquette in this country is not to cause trouble to others. The only people who make noise in public places are ignorant children.

Before being surrounded by everyone, Toru Amuro held down the fisherman hat on his head, turned around and walked into the corner.

Tsukuyomi was confused, so he whispered: "Mr. Amuro?"

The location where Toru Amuro was was not crowded. After bypassing a few people, he successfully walked to the edge. There was a shortcut diagonally ahead and he could turn back to Miwa Town.

However, because of the few extra steps he took, Tsukuyomi got stuck in the crowd and couldn't escape at all.

Seeing that Toru Amuro was not ready to stop, Tsukuyomi panicked, "Mr. Amuro, Mr. Amuro, wait for me!"

The surname Amuro is not a common surname in Tokyo. Fortunately, Toru Amuro does have some reputation.

Although he is no longer the famous detective he used to be, people are watching him wherever he goes.

Recently, several cases have been re-solved and returned to the public eye again.

"Mr. Amuro...could he be that detective?"

"Yeah, I've never heard of anyone else named Amuro."

Someone was talking in a low voice, and someone stopped Tsukuyomi directly and asked: "Are you a companion of Detective Amuro? Is he here? Can you introduce us to him?"

"Wow, if I take a closer look, you are very handsome. What is your name? Do you have a girlfriend? Can you add your contact information?"

"Get out of the way, I don't think I'm worried!"

"That's nice to say, why don't you push forward yourself?"

……

There was a lot of shouting and pushing and shoving.

Tsukuyomi stretched out his hands in vain, unable to break away from the crowd.

Fortunately, he was tall enough, otherwise the remaining balls in his hand might rub on his clothes.

His mood is still stable for now. Even if Toru Amuro leaves from here, finding someone will be easy for Tsukuyomi who has faith value.

A huge force suddenly struck from behind.

In the sea of ​​​​people, there was no fixed object at all, and Tsukuyomi inevitably staggered here and there with the crowd.

"Don't push, don't push, it's going to fall!"

"It hurts!"

"what--!"

The originally bustling and prosperous commercial street suddenly became a stampede.

Tsukuyomi struggled several times, but was completely unable to fight against the surging crowd on his own.

As soon as Toru Amuro walked into the shortcut, he heard something was wrong. When he turned back, he realized that the situation was critical and immediately took out his mobile phone to prepare to call the police.

Tsukuyomi's mentality is quite peaceful. After all, he has many ways to escape regardless of the cost.

Until my scalp tingled.

Tsukuyomi didn't dare to make any big moves. He turned his head slightly and looked around with his peripheral vision, and found that the culprit was a baby who was clapping his hands and laughing.

Unlike the panicked adults, this child, who was less than one year old and held in his hands, smiled from ear to ear with his white baby teeth open.

A pair of small fleshy hands, naturally forming a nest of wealth, grabbed the broken hair on the back of Tsukuyomi's neck and refused to let go.

If the movement range is too large, the hair will be pulled. Being pushed by the crowd cannot stabilize the body, so it is impossible to open the child's hand and rescue his ravaged hair.

With another huge force, Tsukuyomi jumped forward along with the crowd.

A piece of scalp on the back of his head was almost torn off, and Tsukuyomi grimaced in pain, followed closely by the cries of a child behind him.

Tsukuyomi fumbled and pulled back her hair, then stuffed the ball in her hand into the child's mouth, and the crying stopped instantly.