Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

Tsukuyomi finally went to the hospital. Genta was still a child. After injuring someone, he immediately contacted his parents when he arrived at the hospital.

This was the first time Haibara met Genta's parents. His father, Motoji Kojima, was surprisingly strong and strong. He was an old Edogawa native with a strong sense of justice.

Yuantai's mother is relatively wealthy, and Yuantai's figure is obviously inherited from her.

After hearing that her son had injured someone, Yuantai's mother scolded Yuantai, but Yuantai's father's education method was more gentle.

The Kojima couple persuaded several children from the detective team to go home, while they took Genta to stay in the hospital to guard Tsukuyomi's test results.

When Tsukuyomi was pushed into the ambulance, the blood stains on the back of his head were exaggerated and he couldn't move. The Kojima couple asked the hospital to do a comprehensive examination. Tsukuyomi was robbed by the two and could not find a chance to speak.

A comprehensive examination took a little over two hours and concluded that Tsukuyomi had a slight impact injury on his back and a slight concussion on his head. A simple bandage on his back and the back of his head would be enough.

Because of the minor concussion, the doctor cautiously suggested that to be sure, he could be observed for a few days before being discharged.

The implication is that the injury is very minor and he can be discharged directly from the hospital at his own discretion.

Of course Tsukuyomi didn't want to stay in the hospital for observation. After the initial nervousness subsided, his actions would not be a big problem.

During the examination, Tsukuyomi noticed that his body's healing power was astonishing. In just two hours, the bloody hole on the back of his head already had itching that symbolized healing. After a few more hours, the wound would probably disappear.

Tsukuyomi relies on instinct and knows that this situation cannot be exposed to the outside world, otherwise he may face the slicing crisis mentioned by Nakamura.

Even though Tsukuyomi currently doesn't know what a slice is, it doesn't stop him from remembering Nakamura's instructions one by one.

Tsukuyomi appears to be an adult, and although his eyes are clear and ignorant of the world, the power revealed in his bones is surprisingly convincing at certain moments.

Of course, the Kojima couple took turns trying to persuade him but failed to retain him. Tsukuyomi insisted on being discharged from the hospital, so the medical expenses were naturally fully borne by the Kojima family.

The Kojima couple tried their best to stay, but were ultimately defeated by Tsukuyomi's insistence.

They had to leave their contact information, saying that if Tsukuyomi had any sequelae, he could call them.

Tsukuyomi imitated Toru Amuro's gentle smile, and braced himself to deal with the active and responsible Kojima family, but felt physically and mentally exhausted.

After some tossing, the sky darkened.

After saying goodbye to the Kojima family at the entrance of the hospital, Tsukuyomi hugged his only bag and fell into a state of confusion again.

Most of the pedestrians on the street now are overtime workers, and they are too tired to chat.

Each and every one of them looked like plants that had not seen sunlight for many days. They had wilted and lost most of their vitality. They moved numbly, like zombies that were about to die.

As soon as Tsukuyomi calms down, his attention will be attracted by the prayer in his head.

I pray that I will also fall into a state of decadence at this moment, and the wisecracks will be gone, and basically all that will be left are curses such as the world will be destroyed, I don’t want to go to work/school.

Tsukuyomi is not yet able to regulate his mental state. He is very easily influenced because of his pure mind. Everything he sees, hears, hears and feels pulls him into the abyss step by step.

Tsukuyomi felt like a ghost. No one saw him, no one talked to him, and no one expected his presence.

His body temperature gradually dropped, his thinking became dull, and the sounds in his ears gradually disappeared.

"It would be nice if I didn't exist..."

Mutter to yourself in a low voice so that no one can hear you.

That's how it should be.

The free left hand hanging by his side was suddenly grasped, and a warm touch spread upward from the palm of his hand.

Tsukuyomi slowed down for a moment before looking along his hand.

What came into view was a divine man wearing a navy blue cloak, a loose hood on his head, and his whole body was tightly wrapped.

Because of the special effect of the cloak, only Tsukuyomi who was caught by the hand and facing him could see the face under the hood.

The ordinary black hair and facial features without many memorable features combined into a face that could only be regarded as delicate, but the small black mole under his right eye added a touch of bright color to him.

Tsukuyomi froze on the spot, opening and closing his lips, his apology stuck in his throat and unable to be uttered.

People on the roadside were still in a hurry, and the place where the two of them were was naturally became an isolated and independent space.

The person opposite stared at him for a while and said, "I'm here to pick you up."

The five ordinary words rang in Tsukuyomi's ears, and his mind was turned upside down. The black mud was neatly flattened and reshaped.

"Naka...Nakamura, I'm sorry."

Tears fell down as he spoke, quickly soaking the ground beneath his feet. The clothes bag in his hand fell to the ground without anyone paying attention.

He was obviously a tall man with a height of 1.9 meters, but at this moment, he hung his head and cried like a helpless child.

Nakamura, who was shrouded in a magical cloak, didn't need to worry about being noticed by outsiders. He hesitated for a while, stood up slightly on tiptoes, slowly stretched out his hand, and rubbed Tsukuyomi's hair soothingly.

"Don't cry, am I here?"

The soft voice, the caress on the head, the warmth in the palms.

Tsukuyomi cried louder. What was originally just silent tears turned into howling.

Nakamura was startled, and looked around calmly to make sure no one was paying attention to them, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the cloak on Tsukuyomi was working well.

Tsukuyomi couldn't stop crying and her body was shaking.

Nakamura watched him quietly, worried at first, but after Tsukuyomi didn't stop crying for half an hour, he had the time to focus on other things.

Tsukuyomi's handsome face didn't lose any of its beauty when he cried. It really looked like a two-dimensional handsome man crying like a flower with rain in his eyes.

The purple eyes are soaked in water mist when crying. They are really beautiful.

Nakamura thought that he probably understood why Kenji's fake crying in front of the formation always achieved unfailing results.

After all, when such eyes cry, the person who sees them will be completely disgraced, and any unequal treaty will be immediately agreed to.

It turns out that tall but cute people really exist.

Before, I had insufficient knowledge and was too narrow-minded.

An hour later, Tsukuyomi's tears finally slowly stopped, but he still could not control his sobs.

This handsome guy doesn’t even cry or burp, which is a bit too much!

Nakamura thought agonizingly about how to comfort this newborn, conflicted child.

After learning from the ways of getting along with friends around them, it turned out that only the way Kenji and Jinpei got along was the most suitable.

Nakamura took a step forward with his right leg, hugged him while holding his left hands, put Tsukuyomi's head on his shoulders, and patted his back gently.

"People who want to become gods must not cry."

Tsukuyomi's sobs obviously stopped, and the sound entering his ears through bone conduction was very different from usual.

"Nakamura...can I really become Tsukuyomi?"