Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

The society is afraid of returning to society, and if you really want to do something, Nakamura also has extraordinary mobility.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to pass the civil service examination on his own without any support.

Although they are only in the quasi-professional group, they are also among the more outstanding ones among their peers.

It's just that the five Fanggu people have too distinct characteristics and each has their own advantages, and Nakamura is not so eye-catching.

However, once out of their halo, no matter who knows Nakamura carefully, they will not dislike him, and will at least give him an above-average evaluation.

The most obvious example is that members of the fourth group moved from resistance to acceptance in just two weeks.

Being able to let Nakamura defuse the bomb for more than a month fully reflects Nakamura's ability, but he has no awareness of it.

Nakamura had very few friends in these years. He struggled to survive during his student days and had little time to make friends with his peers.

On the other hand, children of the same age who came out of the orphanage are very special and can be regarded as "family".

They are not very close friends, nor can they be called family members with perfect understanding, but they are willing to help each other.

Now, due to the pressure of life, both of them have gone their separate ways, but when they contact each other, they are still the same as before, not much has changed.

Being caught up in work and tasks, Nakamura had no time to contact Kudo Shinichi. He contacted a "family member" after a long absence.

"Moses Moses, Shantaro, I am Yuuta."

"It's really rare that a busy person would contact me."

"Sorry, I've been busy with work. How are you lately?"

"I'm at work. What's the matter? Just tell me."

Nakamura was not polite to him, "That's right, I remember that Shantaro works at Tedan Elementary School?"

"Yes, I am now the head teacher of Class B in the third grade of elementary school."

"Third grade?" Nakamura beamed with joy, "Then do you know a kid named Kudo Shinichi?"

"Kudo Shinichi? You know, a student from Class A next door."

Shantaro was correcting his homework and answered casually.

"What's wrong with Kudo Shinichi? Yuta, you have now joined the police station. Could that child...?"

"It's not what you think. I just happened to meet him. I found that the child was unusual, so I wanted to know more about him. By the way, I heard that his father is Mr. Kudo Yusaku."

Shantaro understood, "Oh...are you trying to contact his father through that child?"

Nakamura did not deny it, "Well, almost."

"You'd better stop thinking about that. That kid Kudo Shinichi is not simple."

"How to say?"

Shantaro stopped grading his homework and recalled it carefully, and he really thought of something.

"Two years ago, when they were in first grade, Mr. Ehara, the head teacher of Kudo Shinichi's class, died suddenly. That time, Kudo was particularly calm and helped the police solve the case."

Nakamura asked: "Did he help provide clues?"

"That's not true. I don't know the specific situation, but Teacher Nakajima said in the office that the child should not be underestimated when he grows up. He is meticulously observant, calm and calm, and his narrative logic ability is very strong, far beyond that of his peers."

"Is that so? So you're saying he won't be easily persuaded?"

"Yes, and as a policeman, if you really want to know Mr. Kudo Yusaku, there is a completely normal way, right? Why do you need to find a child?"

Shantaro was quite confused. In his memory, Yuta didn't look like someone who could coax children.

Nakamura quickly explained: "Actually, I mainly want to know about the child Kudo Shinichi. As for his father, it is easier to see him in the search section."

"Okay," Shantaro hesitated for a moment, then added: "Yuta, although I don't know what you are planning to do to him, but I have to remind you that you must be responsible for the uniform you are wearing."

"Hey, I understand. I'm just curious about him, and I won't do anything too extreme."

Shantaro went through all the experiences of his friend in his mind, confirming that he was not a pervert who liked children, nor was he a bad person who abducted children.

After hesitating for a long time, he revealed the news, "This weekend, our grade will organize an autumn outing for students in a nearby park."

This is what Nakamura was waiting for, "That's great, thank you Shantaro."

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. If a student has a problem, I won't sit idly by and do nothing."

"Don't worry, I am also a policeman after all."

Nakamura is angry and funny. His "family" who he grew up with do not trust him. On the other hand, he is proud that the country has such a responsible teacher.

Of course, he was not planning to do anything extreme from beginning to end. He was really just confirming his suspicions.

If it weren't for the debt of more than 300,000 yuan, he wouldn't have had this evil idea, but now he can only enjoy the protagonist's halo.

When he replenishes his energy points, he will definitely prepare a generous thank you gift for the child.

With his eyes rolling around, Nakamura remembered that after all, these energy points were not owed for personal reasons. Perhaps he could find the real creditor.

In this way, Nakamura, who originally had a normal outlook on life, unknowingly resorted to debt collection in order to pay off his debts.

On the other side, Hagiwara had just finished dismantling the bomb and took off his heavy explosion-proof clothing. He was shivered by the cool autumn breeze.

The team member next to him handed over his coat with concern.

"Captain Hagiwara, keep warm and don't catch a cold."

"Hi hi, got it."

This Kimura player is an auxiliary member of the Hagiwara team. He is only thirty years old. He is unmarried but already has a tendency to be nagging and worrying.

Hagiwara fantasized about his old mother, but it was heartwarming to have such a caring colleague at work.

Such a personality undoubtedly makes it difficult for Kimura to get married. After all, most women who intend to marry a police officer tend to like masculine types.

Kimura is most likely a good child-rearing expert. Unfortunately, he cannot skip the step of getting married and directly take care of the children.

"team leader?"

Kimura waved his hand and gently pushed Hagiwara, "Captain? What are you thinking about, so absorbed? Could it be that the structure of the bomb just now was very complicated?"

Hagiwara came back to his senses and said, "No, no, very ordinary type. By the way, Kimura, do you have any plans to raise children?"

"What?" Kimura looked confused and confirmed again in disbelief, "Take care of the children, me? I don't even have a partner, where can I take care of the children?"

"Really? It's a pity."

Hagiwara's high mood suddenly dropped, and he went back to the car to fiddle with his new mobile phone.

Kimura stared blankly at Hagiwara walking away, and asked his colleague who was collecting the equipment next to him, "Do you know what the captain wanted to express just now?"

"Who knows, the captain sometimes jumps to topics too fast and can't keep up."

"It must be to adjust the mood. The captain has been spinning for almost half a month without taking any vacation. It's not like our team members, who can take turns taking vacations."

"Yes, that is to say, young people can still be so energetic. You should be more considerate of the captain."

Kimura also agreed at this moment: "Indeed, the captain has just graduated not long ago. Although he has superb skills and has been working continuously for half a month, he still hasn't stopped. It's really thanks to his good foundation. If it were me, I would have stopped long ago."

"Indeed, as I get older, I can no longer keep up with the physical strength of young people."

This group of team members, whose average age is no more than 30 years old, echoed incessantly.

I think back then, they were full of energy during the two years after graduation.

However, the security situation at that time was relatively good, and their explosives squad rarely went out into the field. Their daily work consisted of simulating bomb disposal and sorting out files.

After doing too much clerical work, young people's enthusiasm is gradually worn away, and a sense of laziness is revealed in their bones.

Unexpectedly, since last year, public security has been deteriorating.

During the peak period, all members of the explosives team were mobilized, and eight teams were not enough.

It took two years to urgently expand the three and four teams, and a total of sixteen teams could achieve weekend rest.

However, the two captains, Matsuda and Hagiwara, who are also known as the Gemini Stars, do not receive any compensation when they are busy.

On the one hand, the two of them have strong technical skills, are young and strong, and can withstand overtime work.

On the one hand, the Explosives Division Police Department is planning to make them into signatures, so they will naturally be allowed to handle more cases, allowing them to grow rapidly.

On the contrary, the more you work, the more you get, bonuses and salary levels have also increased, and there is nothing wrong with young people getting more experience.

Hagiwara was really tired as he sat in the car. For a person who usually pays attention to his image, he was half slumped in his seat, typing and sending emails.

An email went over, and within half a minute the phone rang.

When I opened the email, my lips involuntarily moved up.

[Sure enough, the person who knows me best is Xiao Zhenping. Without Xiao Zhenping's adjustment, Hagi would have to stop eating. ]

I saw only a few lines written on the email.

[Two minutes, just finished.

The conditions for unmarried children to be adopted are very strict, and your team member obviously does not meet the requirement of a stable work and rest schedule. ]

Hagiwara crackled and replied quickly.

After a while, I received a reply again.

In about ten minutes, more than twenty emails were sent back and forth, averaging one every half minute.

Hagiwara also returned to his normal sitting position from the salty position at the beginning.

When all the team members got on the bus, they found that their captain was radiant and returned to his pleasing appearance.

I couldn't help but sigh that my captain's face was really good. It was a wise move for the police department to treat him as the face of the Explosives Division and launch him when there were interviews or lectures.

Returning to the police station smoothly, I happened to meet Matsuda and his party at the door who were returning from the team.

Hagiwara immediately ran over and hung onto Matsuda's shoulder very smoothly.

"Xiao Zhenping, so tired."

Matsuda shrugged, trying to shake off the weight.

"Let me go, I'm tired too."

After some pulling and pulling, they separated after entering the police station. They each returned to their elite appearance and went to report the situation to their team leader.

The team members behind the two were not surprised, and they had a "friendly" exchange about how long they had spent on bomb disposal.

I don’t know since when, the members of the Hagiwara team and the Matsuda team had the habit of competing with each other to see who could defuse bombs in the shorter time.

In order to win, every second counts, and the stopwatch is carefully set, even measuring units such as 0.5s are used.

Arguments are arguments. The relationship between the two teams is actually not bad. After all, contact is the prerequisite for a better relationship.

On the other side, Nakamura confirmed his itinerary and decided to go to Kitamura-senpai to find out whether he would work overtime on weekends.

Previously, Nakamura was considered an intern and did not need to work overtime at all.

Since we are now able to dismantle bombs independently, depending on how busy we are this week, we may need to work overtime, but it would be better to confirm clearly.

Facing his question, Kitamura said helplessly: "We can't be sure now. After all, the case waits for no one and it won't happen at the time we want."

"However, according to past experience, there are not a few cases that occur on weekends, so our explosives class has a weekend off system."

Nakamura confirmed: "Can we take a break this week?"

"Unfortunately not, we just took a leave last week," Kitamura observed Nakamura carefully, "What, do you have anything urgent this week? You can ask for leave from Team Leader Saito."

Nakamura was quite comfortable facing Kitamura, who had been taking him with him, but he was absolutely unwilling to face Saito.

He waved his hands repeatedly, "It's nothing important, I just made sure."

Kitamura saw his panic, "Team Leader Saito is very easy to talk to, and even if there are one or two people asking for leave, it won't be a big problem, they will be busy."

Nakamura immediately asked, "Really?"

"nature,"

Now Kitamura could see Nakamura's true thoughts, but it didn't stop him from having fun.

"But...if you ask for leave, you must explain it to the team leader in person."

Nakamura immediately took back what he was about to say and remained silent.

Bei Cun looked at the young man in front of him who was visibly depressed, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha."

When he smiled, all the colleagues around him looked over.

Nakamura, who was standing in front of him, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Beicun quickly calmed down his emotions.

"It's okay, it's okay. Nakamura told me that he still wants to defuse the bomb. I'm happy."

Sitting opposite Kitamura was Noda, another team leader who was also in the fourth group. After hearing this, he congratulated and said: "Okay, Kitamura, you can help with the work in just one month as your little apprentice. It makes me want to take him." A new person."

"No, no, the team leader gave me the opportunity."

At this point, Captain Noda on the opposite side couldn't help but feel angry.

I remember when I heard that a little-known newcomer was coming, the other captains firmly refused.

In the end, Kitamura, a good-tempered person, had no choice but to accept this "oil bottle".

At that time, many members of the other teams secretly laughed at Team Beicun. They were timid and did not dare to refuse. If the newcomers were not strong enough, a mistake might kill the entire team.

Now that I have seen how talented I have been, it would be a lie to say that I am not jealous.

Only those who are captains will know how exciting it is to have someone change hands to help defuse bombs.

Especially now, the captains who are gradually entering a huge pit are looking forward to someone changing hands.

Not everyone sees bomb disposal as fun like the Hagiwaras, and not everyone in their thirties is as young and energetic as they were in their early twenties.

When you are in your twenties, you can get better after a good night's sleep. After the age of twenty-eight, your body function declines significantly. You are so tired from spinning that you can't wait to pull a team member on top of you immediately.

They are constantly praying that the relevant departments can manage the explosives well and not give criminals the opportunity to steal the explosives.

What happened was counterproductive, explosives kept pouring out, and bomb criminals became more and more rampant. I don't know where those people learned the skills of assembling bombs.

Of course, there are many things behind this that cannot be explained openly.

Although there is a competitive relationship between each team, they will also cooperate.

Kitamura only choked back in a targeted manner and did not pursue the victory.

Thanks to this choking, the other team members were as quiet as chickens, lowered their heads and went about their own business.

The squad leader knew he was wrong and didn't respond.

Waiting for the entire office to regain calm, Team Leader Zhaiteng arrived late after the meeting, completely unaware of the small disturbance that had occurred previously.

Nakamura stood there awkwardly and was at a loss. When the team leader came back, he found an excuse to sneak back to his seat.

As for asking for leave, I can only take it as it comes.