Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

In the following days, he indeed received a notification to be assigned to the police station in his jurisdiction.

It was a small town on the edge of Tokyo, the kind of town where anyone could call each other by name when they met.

The previous police officer in this small town was a local man who retired at retirement age.

After Nakamura passed by, the old police officer took him to familiarize himself with the business. After a few days, the small security room belonged to him alone.

There is a supporting lounge in the security room for him to live in, but he needs to take care of his own meals.

There were several snack vendors in the town, and Nakamura would go there every meal time, and within half a month he had met everyone in the town.

There are basically only old people and children in this town, and the young people have gone out to make a living.

Most of the children are at school age, which is quite rare. The most common ones are old people walking tremblingly.

Nakamura's daily routine is very simple.

Help the elderly go home, help change light bulbs, and mediate if there is a quarrel among the elderly.

It has nothing to do with the knowledge he learned in the police academy, and skills such as bomb disposal and negotiation are completely useless.

The scenery of the town is very beautiful. I woke up in the morning bathed in sunshine, cleaned up the police station, and then patrolled around on my bicycle.

This town is so small that it is not even equipped with motorcycles. This bicycle was purchased by the former police officer himself.

In fact, in a small town like this, most of the police officers are local people, and outside police officers like Nakamura are rare.

But Nakamura doesn't have any ambitions, so he doesn't mind coming here.

As long as your monthly salary arrives on time, it doesn't matter where you work.

The small shop he and his friends opened is located in the bustling Miwa Town in Tokyo.

He is only responsible for providing funds to supply goods, and the management rights have been completely handed over, and he is only waiting to receive dividends.

He also introduced all the original customers to the store to purchase, and no longer contacted him privately.

The operator is Nami Nakamura, one of only two women among her peers.

After Harumi left to work in a foreign country, it was appropriate for Nami to take care of a small store that mainly catered to women.

Nami herself is lively and cheerful, unlike the other men who are taciturn, and she is also very good at running a small shop.

He is the only patrol officer in the town, which means he has no vacation.

The old police officer was very considerate and offered to help patrol on weekends and let him go back to Tokyo to visit his family on weekends.

Some local elders also persuaded Nakamura to bring his family there to live together.

In this regard, Nakamura could only find the excuse that his family had jobs in Tokyo.

There is no need to tell the truth.

The old man over there looked like he cared for his child when he saw him. After discovering that he could only live in a few snack bars, people often asked him to come over for dinner.

It was hard to resist the warm hospitality. He had been there a few times, but he was too embarrassed to go there often.

If they knew that he had no parents, they would definitely receive him more warmly.

On weekends, after the veteran police officer took the initiative to take over his shift, Nakamura took the shuttle bus that only happened once a day and spent two or three hours returning to the bustling Miwa Town.

He walked straight towards the shop, only to find that the road ahead was blocked halfway. He was not familiar with the various alleys in Miwa Town, so he had to stop temporarily.

Vehicles in the middle of the road were stopped and inspected, and one after another became blocked, making it impossible to move.

Many vehicles had their radios turned on, and Nakamura happened to hear the news inside.

A female reporter is calling on the bomber to deactivate the bomb's timer.

The sporadic chatter around him made Nakamura reluctantly piece together the whole story of the incident.

Early this morning, the Metropolitan Police Department received a call from gangsters, saying that bombs were installed in prosperous villa areas in two places. If the police provided one billion yen, they would defuse the bombs, otherwise they would directly detonate the two bombs.

The media were also notified by them.

Due to the huge public pressure, the reputation of the police, and the lives of the two villas, the Metropolitan Police Department had no choice but to collect money and put it in a position according to the kidnapper's request.

After the kidnappers got the money, the female reporter from the media still called on the kidnappers to disarm the bomb in time.

Nakamura held a moment of silence for the police's declining reputation, and considered asking for directions and leaving.

After looking around for someone with a kind face, I happened to see someone making a call at a roadside phone booth, and several people gathered around him.

Nakamura could tell at a glance that it was a policeman in disguise. Could it be that the person in the phone room was the prisoner?

Things developed very quickly. The prisoner who made the phone call ran out in a panic and was hit by a vehicle.

There was a loud bang from the radio, and the female reporter's voice disappeared for a while and came again, announcing the news of the explosion. As expected, it ended with a condemnation of the Metropolitan Police Department's negligence.

Nakamura saw the aftermath of the incident in a newspaper. Several bomb disposal police officers were killed in the incident, but their names were not published.

However, Nakamura learned about Hagiwara Kenji's death in the line of duty from other channels.

That influential figure in the police academy died in the line of duty less than a month after graduating.

Sure enough, being a little transparent can keep you safe. The better you are, the more dangerous you are.

After spending a weekend in Tokyo, Nakamura returned to the town again.

I became more and more attentive to my work and tried to prevent all dangers before they happened.

To this end, he visited every household in the town, registered all residents living in the town, and figured out the conflicts and interests of each household.

Seeing Nakamura's hard work, the old people in the town were very pleased and tried to tell him as much information as possible, which greatly facilitated Nakamura's work.

After sorting it out, Nakamura found that the residents in the town basically had relatives, either distant relatives or close relatives.

The overall relationship is quite harmonious, and the biggest disputes that need to be dealt with on weekdays are just quarrels, and fights are rare.

After his work was straightened out, he only needed to patrol the few roads in the town a few times every day, and he could do his own thing the rest of the time.

Nakamura has no other hobbies and can only play knitting and supply goods to the store.

Compared with him, several other friends who jointly run the small store are busier at work, so the supply is naturally much slower.

Thanks to Nami's dedicated management and the regular customers he had accumulated, the store's income increased month by month, even exceeding his police salary.

Since the remaining people were really unable to meet the demand for supply at any time, they simply proposed that Nakamura and Nami, who was responsible for the operation, take a large share. They would only get 5% each. Of course, the goods they provided would also be reduced accordingly.

After the agreement was reached, Nakamura rushed back to Tokyo to re-sign the agreement.

Back in Tokyo, the signing of the agreement was concluded, and Nakamura happened to see Curly in a black suit and sunglasses at the same time.

In my memory, this contemporary is a lively and prickly person, and his choking sounds are often reminded and suppressed by the semi-long-haired concubine.

At this moment, his temperament changed drastically. He held his mobile phone in one hand and pressed the buttons quickly to send messages, without looking at the road or fear of falling.

The corners of Matsuda's lips were depressed, and his whole body exuded a signal to keep strangers away. At first glance, he looked like the kind of person who was not easy to get close to.

If Nakamura hadn't known very well that he was a bomb disposal policeman, he might have mistook him for a restless Yakuza and took out the handcuffs and handcuffed him to the police station.

Shantaro patted his shoulder from behind, "Yuta, let's go."

"it is good."

Nakamura left with several companions.

When he returned to town, he would always inadvertently recall that figure from behind. The person he was not familiar with at the police academy and who kept him at arm's length now made him very concerned.

Nakamura didn't know why he cared about that scene, so he just tried to persuade himself not to think too deeply about it.

Time flies, and Nakamura unknowingly enters middle age and has completely integrated into the life of the small town.

When he opens the window of the hospital in the morning, he will receive greetings from the children. Watching them go to school, he will always smile involuntarily.

As usual, we went to the snack bar for breakfast.

There were several regulars sitting at the snack bar. Once again, they received a question from the old man, "Does Nakamura-kun plan to get married this year?"

"No, I'm used to being alone, and it's really hard to drag girls down."

Nakamura answered calmly. He is no longer embarrassed by such topics. He knows that these old people have good intentions.

In these years, he rarely leaves the town, but he is not unfamiliar with some news in Tokyo.

In an era of rapid information development, a lot of information can be understood just through the Internet.

A major incident occurred a few years ago, which caused the police's reputation to recover rapidly and the public security situation to be greatly improved.

From what Nami said, Yoneka Town no longer encounters several cases every day, and there is no need to be wary when opening a store.

Nakamura's income from small shops has also increased year by year, even far exceeding the current police salary.

While Zhongcun was busy escaping extreme poverty, the dean's aunt couldn't hold on and left a few years ago.

The orphanage was completely managed by these unmarried people. The rich contributed money and the poor contributed efforts. The small orphanage miraculously managed to survive.

There are about a dozen children raised there every year, some big and some small.

Nakamura only went back once or twice a year. His original room had long been given to other children, and traces of his life there had completely disappeared.

When Nakamura was forty years old, he happened to pick up a baby boy at the entrance of the orphanage, and he decided to take him back and raise him.

The old people in the town have changed a lot, but they are still hospitable and enthusiastic.

Seeing Nakamura busy taking care of the baby, many elderly people imparted very useful experiences and often helped Nakamura look after the children while patrolling.

The child was named Nakamura Teruaki.

He is very sensible, and Nakamura did not tell him his life experience. He considers himself to be a doting child, buying whatever he needs and never being vague.

Hui Ming is not like other children at all.

Arguing with parents, getting into trouble and asking parents to help clean up the mess, and fighting with other children are all things that children of the same age often do.

He is not as lively as other children, he is organized and cautious in doing things, and his grades are maintained at an average level. He is neither outstanding nor lagging behind. He always makes Nakamura hallucinate about his young self.

In the third grade of elementary school, children were asked to describe their dreams. That was the first time Nakamura saw a child in trouble.

Nakamura was very happy that the child he had raised finally needed help.

After waiting for a long time, no help was received.

Nakamura couldn't help but stepped forward to ask. Teruaki hesitated for a long time before answering, "I don't have any lofty dreams. I just want to stay at home with my father."

Nakamura guided: "You are still young, so it is normal to want to stay at home, but don't you want to go outside to see high school and college? Don't you like Aunt Nami in Tokyo very much?"

“But I prefer the small town now.”

"Then what job are you going to do in the future?"

Huiming didn't hesitate at all, "I want to take the police exam and come back to take over after my father retires."

Nakamura felt something was wrong, "Don't you want to stay in a bustling metropolis? Both transportation and life will be more convenient there."

Huiming thought briefly for a while, "The bustling metropolis is very dangerous. Aunt Nami told me that they always have to experience one or two dangerous cases every month."

Nakamura remembered that because the child was picked up at the entrance of the orphanage, Nami was also present at that time.

The two are business partners and have grown up together.

Since Nakamura started raising this child, Nami has often sent delicious food and clothes for children of appropriate age, and often calls to say hello.

Teruaki is very familiar with Nami and even called Nami his mother when he was a child.

"It's much better now, and it's not that unlucky. There are always cases. Young people should go out and see something."

Huiming didn't say anything else, but compared to other children who clamored to study outside in junior high school, he was very comfortable staying in this small town.

Until high school, when I had to leave.

Teruaki went to live in Nami, Tokyo, and would take the bus back to the town every weekend. Such days lasted for seven years in high school and college, and he was not tired at all.

Teruaki finally went to the police academy and called Nakamura during the process.

"Father, I heard the legendary stories of several seniors from Instructor Onizuka. They are so amazing."

Nakamura's heart skipped a beat.

"It's a pity that they died early in the line of duty. It would be great if we could still see them."

Many images suddenly flooded into my mind.

At graduation, the picture of the five people smiling and taking a group photo;

Jinpei Matsuda, who was walking alone on the street in a black suit; Jinpei Matsuda, who pursued the bomber and sacrificed himself for the safety of public life;

Kenji Hagihara died in the line of duty less than a month after graduation;

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was undercover in a black organization and whose identity was discovered, decided to commit suicide with a gun in order to protect the information of his relatives and friends;

After working diligently and working all night in the search section, squad leader Date Hang was hit by a bus;

After being undercover for seven years, he experienced numerous hardships and hardships, uprooting the dark organization, but fell down before dawn in Jianggu Zero.

Nakamura heard himself say in a hoarse voice: "Teruaki, I'm in the same period as those guys."

"Really? Father."

"I still have a class photo with them."

"I must take a look. When I take this vacation, my father will tell me the stories of several seniors in detail."

"it is good."

Nakamura rummaged through the box and found the photo taken decades ago from the bottom of the box.

The photo is old and the people on it are blurred because it was not properly stored.

But Nakamura still recognized those people from the crowd at a glance.

The five of them are not exactly the same height and do not stand together.

The shortest one, Fenggu, stood in the center of the first row at position C.

Matsuda stood in the second row, behind Fang Gu.

Zhufu happened to be standing to the right of Nakamura.

Hagiwara and Squad Leader Date stood in the middle of the last row.

He gently touched it with his hand, and the cold touch made him clearly realize that those amazing people had already left this world.

Only people like him who are greedy for life and afraid of death are still lingering.

Nakamura actually regretted it already.

I regretted it when I met Matsuda in the second year after graduation.

If he hadn't made up his mind to be a little transparent back then, would he have been able to participate in these wonderful lives at the same time?

If he had worked harder back then, would he have been able to stay in the Metropolitan Police Department?

Hearing that the tombstones of those people were together, Nakamura wanted to see them several times, but was never able to make the trip.

He has been a transparent person all his life and an ordinary person all his life.

I’m really unwilling to do so.

Why am I so incompetent?

Why are you so unrewarding?

Why are you afraid of this and that?

Does my life just stop here?

Nakamura swept away all the things around him and took out the things at the bottom of the box.

That was proof that he had worked hard.

Admission notice from the University of Tokyo;

Interview notice for those who passed the civil service test;

These two things are something that most people need to look up to.

He had it before.

He was so high-spirited that after entering the police academy, he quickly lost sight of everyone.

The people around him are basically on the same level as him, or even better than him.

His old fear of being timid broke out, making him willing to be a little transparent, and his goal changed from doing something big to going to the police station in his jurisdiction.

Just pursue life, not quality.

It is always difficult for people to work hard to move up, but it is very easy to go down.

He stared at the wrinkled back of his hand and understood that it was too late to regret it and that he would never have the chance to change.