Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

After selecting the skill, not only did he not get any improvement, it actually made Nakamura very uncomfortable.

The brain that is always running is accompanied by dizziness and headache, so Nakamura can only rest in bed, cannot go out, and has to give up his night patrol.

No. 3 watched Nakamura, who was resting with his eyes closed, and asked belatedly, "Didn't Nakamura-kun want to increase his force level? Why did he change his mind temporarily?"

Nakamura:……

[Yes, why did I choose this in confusion? ! ]

"No. 3, can I return it?"

"No, I don't have a return function. Maybe I can ask him to try it?"

Nakamura immediately shook his head, "I've chosen it, so be it. This skill is also good, maybe it's suitable for me."

Number 8 suggested: "If you still have energy points left, choose another option to enhance your force value?"

"No, keep it as a backup for now."

The aftereffects of [Proficiency in Reasoning] were so unbearable, and it would take no long time to absorb another one, so Nakamura had no intention of struggling.

The next day, Nakamura opened his eyes and rubbed his temples, finding that the pain that had plagued him for a long time last night had weakened a lot.

I was still a little dizzy when I sat up, but I could bear it.

"Good morning, Nakamura-kun."

"Good morning, number three."

Nakamura touched the doll standing obediently on the table as a greeting.

This set of movements was smooth and natural, and No. 3 did not dodge.

"Nakamura-kun, how are you feeling today?"

"Almost good."

"That's good, it's almost time to go to work."

Nakamura was stunned for a second before he realized that yesterday was a specially approved holiday by Captain Kitamura. In fact, it was their turn to be on duty in groups 2 and 4 this week.

He stood up, washed up in a few seconds, picked up his briefcase and went out.

Entering the Metropolitan Police Department and passing by the first and second group offices, Hagiwara smiled and waved to him.

After Nakamura responded, he took a cursory glance and found that almost all the people in their conference room had arrived, and he hurriedly walked to the office area of ​​the third and fourth groups.

Sure enough, their fourth group was almost full. Nakamura walked in under the gaze of everyone, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Finally sitting down smoothly, Takeuchi next to him asked in a low voice, "Did you oversleep?"

Nakamura also responded in a low voice, "No, don't you go to work at eight o'clock?"

"That's during normal times. On weekends, because two groups are off, the working time of the two groups on duty has been advanced to 7:30."

Nakamura felt something was wrong. This was his first time off. As an intern team member, he had to go to and from get off work normally and take weekends off.

No one warned me, so I naturally didn’t understand this unspoken rule.

This morning, Nakamura was worried about the leader's interview.

But perhaps considering that he had just become a full-time employee, the team leader and captain did not call him over.

Takeuchi only briefly spoke to him for a few words and then began to organize his own information, but Nakamura was a little at a loss.

His original daily task was to conduct simulated bomb disposal training and learn theoretical knowledge.

Since the on-site bomb disposal began, Captain Kitamura would lead him out of the scene in the next few days, just follow the instructions.

Nakamura's previous theoretical information had been returned to Captain Kitamura. The table was now clean, and he had no idea what to do.

The entire office area was quite quiet, with only the slight sound of turning paper and the regular sound of keyboard keys.

After sitting idle for several minutes, Captain Kitamura called him over. Ask him to sort out the case files that appeared on the scene several times and give him a pile of information.

Nakamura took it and carried it back to his seat.

He had done an internship before compiling the files, and the reports he had written at that time were very empty because he did not defuse bombs on site, and many of his ideas were simulations.

If you have personal experience, you can organize it much faster, and you can also explain it meaningfully.

Opening the document and typing, Nakamura found that writing went very smoothly today. The memory of the previous bomb disposal was like a movie, and it was vivid in his mind as soon as he recalled it.

Not only can every detail of bomb disposal be described clearly, but every step of bomb disposal can also be clearly recalled.

It was obviously the first time to defuse a bomb, and his memory was fuzzy after it was done, but now he completely remembered it.

It's like taking a memory-enhancing pill...

Many speculations came to mind, and my hands kept moving, writing three police reports in just two hours.

After adjusting the format and wording, it is ready to be submitted.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the Metropolitan Police Department has a short ten-minute break.

One after another, colleagues left their seats and went to the tea room and smoking room. Nakamura also stood up and stretched.

Takeuchi next to him did not rest, but was still typing out his report.

Nakamura leaned over and took a look.

Takeuchi tugged at his hair, "Ah ah ah, it's so troublesome. I can't write a police report at all."

Nakamura glanced at the positions of several captains, but fortunately they were all out.

Patting him on the shoulder, "Pay attention."

Takeuchi looked around alertly, "Huh-don't scare me."

Nakamura couldn't help but laugh.

Apart from Nakamura, the youngest member of Kitamura's team is Takeuchi, who graduated just over two years ago.

Originally, Nakamura was sitting next to captain Kitamura. Later, perhaps considering Nakamura's development, he was moved to next to Takeuchi.

Although Nakamura is not the kind of person who is particularly trouble-making, he still knows that he still needs to make some friends at work, and there is always some information that needs to be exchanged.

Takeuchi obviously also had this intention, and after a month, the two of them were getting along well.

Although the relationship cannot be said to be very close, some information is shared generously. Complaining about the boss's minor problems as well as gossip and gossip can always quickly build a relationship between colleagues.

Seeing Nakamura moving around next to him, Takeuchi couldn't help but ask, "Have you finished the report?"

"correct."

Takeuchi was quite surprised, "Why are you so quick?"

“I only had to write three copies.”

"I only need four copies." Takeuchi wailed, "I've only finished two copies."

Nakamura carefully scanned the words typed on Takeuchi's screen and found the reason why he wrote so slowly.

Takeuchi's report was written dryly, without any embellishment.

It can be seen that he cannot remember many details. The report is pieced together and it seems that it was not written by a front-line bomb disposal personnel.

Nakamura remembered that Takeuchi was the liaison officer in the team.

When the bomb disposal personnel were in charge of defuse bombs, he was sometimes not at the scene. It was really difficult for him to write a police report.

After all, if you write about what he actually did, you will most likely only be able to write about contacting someone and what kind of negotiations/cooperation they reached.

If it were completely restored, it wouldn't look like the police report from the explosives squad.

Nakamura couldn't help but wonder, "Does everyone in the team have to write a police report on the same case?"

"Yes."

"But our division of labor is not exactly the same..."

Before he finished speaking, Takeuchi understood.

"Different people focus on different aspects and gain different benefits, so everyone has to write."

There is some truth in this statement, but if Nakamura was given a choice, he would rather choose bomb disposal. At least the report would be meaningful and could be completed quickly.

Of course, if you have a choice, it would be most comfortable not to write a report.

Such formal things can be simply written down to record the gains that will really benefit future work.

But as minor roles in the Metropolitan Police Department, he and Takeuchi had no choice but to obey the arrangements and use their own brain cells.

"Takeuchi, come on!"

Takeuchi looked helpless and typed heavily.