Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

After a week of stable life, Nakamura still owes nearly 15 yuan in debt, but the time has passed unknowingly to December 12, and tomorrow is Christmas.

This festival originated in the West and has gradually become popular in China, especially among young people.

Especially for school lovers, this day is no different from Valentine's Day.

As an all-male police department, the Explosives Unit is unlikely to ask a girl out without taking the initiative.

Colleagues from the department made appointments in small groups to go out for drinks. Takeuchi also invited Nakamura, but he chose to decline.

Takeuchi is not a bad person, and his personality is lively and enthusiastic. He is the type who can get along well with Nakamura.

However, he has a high-end version of Hagiwara, a friend with a similar personality, and he does care less about Takeuchi.

He prefers to spend Christmas Eve, a night with good wishes, with people close to him.

They used to be family members in the welfare home, and now they are several friends of Hagiwara.

It passed in the early morning of the 24th and still had not received the invitation, so Nakamura gradually became depressed.

When I went out in the early morning of the 24th, the festive atmosphere on the streets was getting stronger and stronger, driven by sales. Most of the stores were decorated and full of Christmas elements.

People who are already working should have passed the age of caring about Christmas. It seems pretentious to ask friends out.

Nakamura comforted himself in this way, but after all, this was the first time he was going through Christmas with no one to accompany him, and his heart was always empty.

At eight o'clock in the morning on the 24th, Hagiwara's invitation email came belatedly, and the happiness level instantly rebounded.

Nakamura stood up immediately after receiving the email. After washing, he regained his composure, leaned against the window and looked down.

Today the sun rarely came to work, and the chill was less than usual, which was in line with his mood at the moment.

There were not many pedestrians coming and going on the road. This was the dormitory of the police academy after all. People who came here were either doing business, suspects being interrogated, or prisoners in handcuffs.

Nakamura opened [Proficiency in Reasoning] to reason about the occupation and purpose of the people below.

Too few pedestrians made him gradually lose his mind, and he was always more likely to have random thoughts in his free time.

The past life in the orphanage emerged unknowingly.

In my memory, the dean and the aunts also took the children to celebrate Christmas.

I don’t have money to buy a Christmas tree, but I still make gifts.

It was hidden in various corners of the orphanage on the night of the 24th, and the children rummaged through boxes and cabinets to look for it early the next morning.

The gifts at the orphanage are basically handmade, mostly greeting cards, paintings, origami.

There are also small gifts that I bought myself, such as hairpins, hair ties, and snacks.

Those gifts were small and cheap, but they were of bright colors rarely used in my memory.

Nakamura was quite transparent in the orphanage, so he wouldn't be ignored, but he didn't have any close brothers or sisters.

Generally speaking, everyone's relationship is pretty good. They are a little more trusting than others outside the house, but they are also close and distant inside.

The six people who ran a small shop together in the dream were almost the same age and almost grew up together.

Nakamura didn't have much contact with them before the store opened. The store in the real world hadn't even opened yet, so naturally he didn't have the habit of daily contact.

Among the six, Nami has a relatively close relationship with the older sister. Shantaro from Teitan Elementary School also has a very close relationship with the other two male companions. Only Nakamura is separated from them by one floor.

In the dream, he and Nami really got to know each other because the store was run by one person and supplied by one person.

In the later stage, Minghui was a very lovable kid, which unknowingly brought him and Nami closer.

With this summary, Nakamura found that he was really not good at making friends.

For example, it didn't matter that I sent the invitation today, but I was so depressed that I didn't take the initiative to take that step.

No. 3 floated up to the window sill at some point, "Nakamura-kun, what are you looking at?"

Nakamura looked outside in a daze and ignored it.

A week ago, he had just woken up from a dream and had an urgent need to change his beliefs.

After this week, his life has basically not changed much.

It's still a state of doing tasks, going to work, and waiting for invitations from others. Getting used to the daily brain-burning dizziness of [Proficiency in Reasoning] is the only progress.

Number Three climbed up Nakamura's arm to his shoulder and poked his cheek.

"Nakamura-kun, Nakamura-kun, I have good news for you."

The change in voice finally made Nakamura turn around, "What's the good news?"

"I'm using No. 2's customized voice."

Nakamura was speechless. There was no need to mention the exposed voice, right?

"Wait a minute, doesn't customizing your voice require energy points? Could it be..."

No. 3 puffed up his face and said, "How could I use energy points without permission? This is a holiday-limited free exchange item."

"Do you still have activities in your program? Are you so up to date with the times?"

"I found it this morning. Since the time limit was only thirty seconds, I took it upon myself to redeem it for Nakamura-kun."

Number Three threw something out of his sleeve.

The familiar decorative knife made Nakamura's eyes darken.

Treasure No. 3 said: "Nakamura-kun has carefully examined the [Knife Cut] skill before, right? It and the magic knife both happen to be limited-time free products."

He raised his voice and waved his hands, "What an amazing coincidence. Nakamura-kun is so lucky!"

Nakamura angrily pinched No. 3's face and took it away from his shoulders.

Number Three held Nakamura's fingers in both hands and kicked his feet in the air.

"It hurts - it hurts so much! Nakamura-kun, let me go quickly, wuwuwu..."

Not to mention the exclusive voice of No. 2, the originally mechanical No. 3 actually spoke decently, making Nakamura unconsciously let go.

Number 3 clattered to the window sill, spread out into a piece of paper, and became motionless.

Nakamura twisted the hem of its clothes and lifted it upside down.

"Don't pretend to be dead! You don't really think I will believe your lies, do you? How did you come to tell me the truth?"

"I really didn't spend any energy points. If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

Number 3 showed the mall interface, and the energy points on it actually didn't change.

Nakamura understood instantly, "Did He give it to me again?"

The more No. 3 spoke for him this week, the lower Nakamura's mood became.

It finally realized that the relationship between Mr. Nakamura and him was very subtle.

This will categorically separate the relationship, "It's really a free redemption for a limited time! It has nothing to do with Him!"

Nakamura Kuroko put No. 3 on the windowsill. Thanks to No. 3's messy behavior, the depression disappeared without a trace.

"Put it away, there's no way I'm going to use it!"

Number 23 hurriedly promoted: "It's really rare. A good item with energy points. Why don't you try it once?"

Hearing this, Nakamura hesitated. It was indeed a waste to let it eat dust without testing it once.

"OK then."

Nakamura twisted the knife. Thanks to his knitting skills, it was quite pleasant to hold such a decorative knife on his fingers.

He deliberately avoided raising his orchid fingers. Although the fingers were a little awkward, it was not a big problem.

Looking around the room, I found nothing that could be tested.

No. 3 volunteered, "Nakamura-kun, it's time to change the clothes I'm wearing. Do you want to try it on?"

Nakamura instantly understood No. 3’s thoughts, and was very pleased that No. 3 finally had his own aesthetic.

"Row."

Now that No. 3 spoke, Nakamura was not polite and cut off No. 3's sleeve.

The loose fabric was cleanly torn under the decorative knife.

It was my first time to twist a knife like this, and it was not very smooth. I couldn't control the movement of the knife, and the tip of the knife happened to hit the window sill.

No. 3 moved away, revealing the tiles beneath him. There was a crack there.

Nakamura hissed, "Is it so sharp?"

"Of course, this does not come with skills. After absorbing the skills, it also adds cutting skills and strength control. It is also a perfect match with Nakamura-kun's [Proficiency in Reasoning]."

Nakamura held the knife in his hand and looked at it for a while, "Put it away."

No. 3 stopped nagging and put it away obediently.

"Replace your voice as well. No. 3 does not need to be No. 2's stand-in. You are independent conscious beings."

No. 3 stood frozen on the spot, stunned.

After a long time, a familiar mechanical voice sounded, "Thank you, Mr. Nakamura."

Nakamura had already looked out the window again, focusing on the pedestrians below, wondering: "What?"

"nothing."

Number three floated away.