Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

With Tsukuyomi's perception ability, when he calmed down, he found that all the nearby floor-to-ceiling windows were covered with dense cracks.

Many people around were still chanting Tsukuyomi, temporarily forgetting the pain. In fact, there were almost no intact people at the scene. There were more or less wounds on the exposed parts, which looked bloody and terrifying.

Tsukuyomi covered his head, or even hugged his head, like a child who couldn't bear the consequences and wanted to hide himself.

Toru Amuro had only known this Tsukuyomi for a few hours, but he had already understood his contradictory state, most of which was like a newborn baby, but occasionally he was strangely mature.

Although I don’t know why the nearby glass suddenly cracked, since Nakamura mentioned going on a rampage, let’s speculate based on this clue.

Toru Amuro felt that his world view had been subverted. There was actually someone in the world who could cause such destruction out of thin air with his own power.

However, the Tsukuyomi in the rumor seems to be contrary to science.

At least Tsukuyomi's disappearing technique is a mystery that attracts detectives.

In order to trace Tsukuyomi's traces, the police, in a rare act of cleverness, called all the nearby cameras, but found nothing about the records left behind.

At this moment, Mr. Pseudo Tsukuyomi probably has some special abilities.

Although the crowd barely regained its composure, those in the center had no chance of escaping, while those on the outermost edge would be relatively lucky to escape from the group.

Toru Amuro approached Tsukuyomi and asked in a low voice: "Is there any way you can prevent the surrounding glass from falling?"

Tsukuyomi nodded slowly and shook his head while holding his head.

"Broken glass is too harmful to the human body. If the sound waves spread, problems will occur sooner or later."

Amuro Toru explained the stakes and hoped for some help from this person.

"I...can restore the glass."

Toru Amuro's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Tsukuyomi nodded. With enough energy points and faith points, he could turn decay into magic.

*

Nakamura said he called for reinforcements, but in fact he did not do so.

As early as receiving the No. 3 notice and having a certain understanding of the situation, Nakamura decided to eliminate this accidental accident.

Many things cannot withstand careful investigation. As long as records are left, there will be traces to follow.

Once the media reported the incident of collective cracks in the glass, interested people could not help but speculate whether they had super powers.

Hereditary countries do have many shortcomings, but individual heroism will only make the world worse.

The existence of the black organization is an aggregation of desires.

They long for immortality at a time when everyone will reach the end of their lives, and they will also pursue superpowers in the world of ordinary people.

In order to ensure their transcendent status, whether the methods and means are cruel or whether they cause tragedy has never been their focus.

Nakamura didn't know what kind of abilities Tsukuyomi had, but he didn't dare to gamble on people's hearts. All he could do was eliminate all potential dangers from the source.

Nakamura asked No. 3 to exchange for a high-level healing potion and a magical cloak, and invited No. 2 to hypnotize everyone on the pedestrian street.

*

The patter of rain fell in continuous lines, but unexpectedly it didn't feel cool when it hit my body, but felt very warm.

Toru Amuro spread his right hand, feeling the rare drizzle in summer.

There were many wounds made by glass on his body, and his palm also had a deep wound that could be seen from the bone when he was carrying a billboard.

The moment the raindrops touched the palm, the blood marks began to heal quickly.

It only took less than a minute for the wound to go from itchy and hot to the scab falling off.

Judging from Toru Amuro's experience with injuries over the years, with his gorilla-like physique, it would take three or four days for the wounds on his hands to fully recover.

Toru Amuro clenched his fist in disbelief. If the blood scab hadn't fallen off and left skin tissue, his right hand would have never been injured.

When he looked at his right hand, he saw that the wounds on his arm and cheek were in contact with the rain, and they recovered quickly together.

Tsukuyomi, who had been holding his head to escape reality, suddenly raised his head and stared at the empty sky.

"Nakamura-kun...I'm sorry."

"What did you say?"

"No, nothing."

Toru Amuro noticed that the wounds on his body were recovering at an unusual speed, and couldn't help but carefully observe the people around him.

People in the center of the crowd were shoulder to shoulder. The injuries caused by the falling glass were basically on their heads and faces, as well as on their exposed shoulders, necks, arms, etc.

Amuro Toru clearly saw that the exposed wounds of everyone nearby were repeating the process of scabbing and falling off.

The patter of rain had healed the wounds and washed away the remaining bloodstains. Only a few glass windows nearby still retained fragments of the incident.

Toru Amuro suddenly grabbed Tsukuyomi: "Now..."

"Why are you here? Didn't you agree to come back to the clinic with me?"

The nearby crowd became noisy again, "Honey, it's time for us to go home."

"Brother Yan, I'm home. Follow me quickly."

The huge crowds of people who used to be so close to each other now naturally start to disperse and go home together in twos and threes.

Tsukuyomi stared at the sky blankly, unable to regain his consciousness for a long time. His broken purple hair was tangled together due to the rain, and he no longer looked as carefree and carefree as he had a few hours ago.

*

Nakamura stood on the highest rooftop of the pedestrian street and paid close attention to the movements below through the anti-theft net.

He was wearing a newly exchanged cloak to avoid being noticed, and he was holding a blank test tube in his hand.

Number 3 rarely returned to his original robe, standing on Nakamura's shoulders with a serious expression: "Nakamura-kun, will you hate me?"

Nakamura remained silent.

No. 3 immediately made a bow on Nakamura's shoulder: "Nakamura-kun, I'm sorry! It was all the bad ideas I gave you that led to this situation. You can punish me!"

Nakamura took out the cylindrical pendant hanging on his chest. The indicator light above the star was now bright red, which was a sign that the energy point was in danger.

Power point details are displayed on the moon.

Balanced energy points: 100 points.

Personal energy points: 104 points.

The purpose of exchanging high-level potions this time is to save the people, and 200 million energy points are directly deducted from the balance. In addition, Conan has recently met with Matsuda, Hagiwara, and Date. Energy points are being consumed every time, showing a situation of being unable to make ends meet, especially at this moment. Adding insult to injury.

Fortunately, No. 2 and No. 3 are bound to Nakamura. This time, they will use their personal energy points as reserve energy for group hypnosis. Otherwise, various murder cases might be happening all over the country at this moment, harvesting souls that are not on the established trajectory.

With so few energy points, Nakamura made up his mind: He must avoid Conan these days, and Date and the others are no exception!

When No. 3 saw Nakamura's actions, he felt even more guilty and didn't dare to show his face.

If it hadn't proposed to create a moon and read it out, Nakamura wouldn't have thought about it at all, and there would be no chance of the incident happening today.

It is clear that the original intention of creating Tsukuyomi was to relieve Nakamura's worries, but in the end, he did not do anything serious, but got into a big disaster first, and almost wiped out all the energy points that were not rich at once.

Nakamura sighed and straightened No. 3.

"Okay, it's an established fact. There's no point in being upset. Instead of feeling sorry for yourself here, it's better to be a magic stick."

No. 3 was confused: "Huh?"

"Whoever created the trap is the one who cleans it up. Since Tsukuyomi has special abilities, don't go back to the Soul King's Palace yet. After guiding Tsuyomi to control his own abilities, prepare for the subsequent liver mission."

No. 3's eyes lit up, "That's right! All these debts were done by Tsukuyomi, he must be responsible for them!"

"Don't be too optimistic. If you don't guide it well, it's likely to turn into today's embarrassing situation again. If it happens again, it will be completely back to before liberation."

No. 3 was full of confidence: "I have learned a lot of experience from Nakamura-kun, and I will definitely be able to catch a guy like Otsukiyomi who has no common sense."

Nakamura felt a little uneasy and asked, "How long will No. 2 sleep for?"

"Because the energy consumed this time was provided by Nakamura-kun, No. 2 can recover after a few days of rest."

"Then let No. 2 take care of Tsukuyomi. You can help keep an eye on other abnormal situations on No. 3, okay?"

No. 3, who originally thought he would be hated by Nakamura, was happy when he heard that he had been assigned an important task: "Of course it's no problem! I'll do my best!"