Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

"Very good, let's go there immediately."

"A bomb case here?"

"You tell the Megure Police Department that I'm out to find clues about the prisoner."

Nakamura walked out first. Time was tight, and he had no way of knowing exactly where the prisoner was monitoring. The soldiers needed to be quick and arrest him early to avoid a long night of nightmares.

Seeing that he was already walking towards the police car, Ito had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and make a call.

The police department is still on the sixth floor. In this high-end restaurant, there are ten chefs and waiters present, and the relationships involved are like a spider web, criss-crossing and very complicated.

Everyone has some conflicts with others, and as the investigation progresses, the amount of information can be overwhelming.

However, the very obvious signs of explosion in the cold storage and the several bombs found downstairs prevented the Memu Police Department from stopping the investigation.

At the same time, he was also very anxious in his heart, worried that the prisoner was not here at all, and there were bombs installed elsewhere, so even if he understood these interpersonal relationships, it would not be of much use.

Ito's call was a life-saving call, and the Megure Police Department responded repeatedly. Apart from telling them to pay attention to safety, they had no intention of stopping them.

Nakamura started the car, and Ito got in after making a phone call.

"Officer Nakamura, aren't we taking others with us?"

“Too many people make it inconvenient to move around.”

Although his strength at this moment is not as good as that of the top fighting masters, ordinary criminals can still be captured with ease.

What's more, with No. 3 by his side, even if he can't defeat him, he still has many plans, so he won't suffer anyway.

Aipido-machi 5-chome is not far from Aipido Shopping Mall, and you can reach your destination in just over five minutes by car.

There is a collapsed building standing very close to the 6th-chome. There are many black stains on the exterior wall. Although the ground has been cleaned, there are also many black footprints remaining, which is evidence that someone has entered and exited the building.

The building has six floors. The doors and glass windows of each room were smashed, leaving gaps. Because it had been unoccupied for a long time, it was cold and damp, and a musty smell wafted out.

Nakamura stepped forward, "Is this entire building a Baijiu Pharmaceutical Factory?"

"Yes, that's what was reported in the news." Ito tried hard to review the distant memory, "My grandma seemed to have said that at its peak, this Baijiu Pharmaceutical Factory was one of the leading pharmaceutical factories in the country."

"The drugs developed are very effective, and the price is certainly not cheap. The financial resources obtained are more than enough to support this office building."

That is to say, it is impossible to confirm which floor the prisoner is on.

If you go up one level at a time, the prisoner may escape before the sound of footsteps is completely obscured.

"You guard the exit, I'll go up and take a look."

Nakamura took out his pistol and walked into the building.

"be careful."

Nakamura waved his left hand as a response.

Ito knew that his force was not enough. Not only was he average in arresting skills, but he had also forgotten all the police school courses such as Kendo and Aikido because he had been on duty for so long that he could hardly use them.

His marksmanship is not good enough either. He is mediocre in nature and has not practiced consistently. In this situation, he can only act as a lookout.

You must practice your skills after returning from this mission. Otherwise, if you wait for Officer Nakamura to be promoted again, sooner or later you will be unable to keep up and will have to be eliminated.

Thinking of returning to the chaotic days of the past, Ito shook his head, absolutely not!

Along the way, Nakamura's cell phone was not turned off, so he could check the prisoner's movements in real time.

Even though the battery had been replaced with a new one, his phone's power was almost exhausted. It only had the last 2% of power left and could only last for five minutes.

Nakamura quickly searched the first and second floors and found only trash and ashes, nothing else.

Walking to the third floor, I found a big problem. The stairs were in tatters and the quality was worrying at first glance.

I put one foot up tentatively, and the stairs trembled, feeling that they might collapse immediately if I stood on them.

Because he was at work, Nakamura wore a pair of leather shoes today. Even though he was very careful and walked on the cement floor, he still couldn't help making some noise.

The stairs also made a creaking sound when they shook.

The prisoner on the screen of Nakamura's cell phone seemed to notice something and turned his head to look behind him.

Nakamura immediately retracted his feet and stopped all movements. The arc of the stairs gradually decreased, and the sound slowly stopped.

A hoarse voice came through the headphones.

"Wind?"

The prisoner had no intention of getting up to check. He listened for a while and then turned his head and continued to stare at the surveillance screen.

His reaction just confirmed Nakamura's idea: there is no doubt that the prisoner is in this building.

He had to get through the stairs as unnoticed as possible.

Nakamura carefully put one foot up to test the load-bearing capacity of the stairs and the location of the sound.

With the process of slowly adapting, the stairs still made a creaking sound, but it was much quieter than before.

The prisoner never looked back and was immersed in his own world.

Nakamura held the handrail and moved step by step. It took almost a minute to finally reach the top of the ten or so steps.

Before leaving completely, he squatted down and pressed his hands on the steps, slowly reducing the force to reduce the sound.

Judging from the camera, the prisoner is the type who has not seen the sun for a long time and is in very poor health.

Nakamura was naturally not afraid of him, but if he accidentally jumped out of the prisoner's body or gave him time to press the bomb's remote control, the situation would be quite bad.

Entering the third floor, Nakamura took off his leather shoes and walked around in only his socks.

Passing by two houses almost silently, approaching the door of the third room, there was a sound as thin as a mosquito gnat.

Nakamura put his ear against the wall, and the sound was a little clearer.

The bells of the store door opening and closing, the greetings of the waiters, and all kinds of noisy conversations were intertwined.

There is no doubt that the prisoner is in this room.

At this time, Nakamura's cell phone shut down automatically when it ran out of battery.

Put on a magic cloak as the last insurance.

Slowly walking to the door, the environment inside immediately came into view.

This room, like the others, had its doors and windows destroyed by fire.

As expected, on the innermost wall there is the word "White Dove". The word "dove" is incomplete. The missing arms and legs are not blocked as Nakamura thought.

The prisoner was sitting on the ground covered in gray. The original color of the ground could not be seen and was covered with dark brown stains.

A laptop is placed on several steel pipes. It is most likely that it was originally a sofa.

Because of the fire, only the innermost welded structure remained.

A pile of fast food boxes occupies the innermost corner and slowly spreads towards the center of the room. Judging from the soup and rice grains solidified on it, the latest one in this pile of express boxes is from a day ago.

Even in this environment where doors and windows are open for ventilation, various smells are still mixed together, making Nakamura frown. Flies and mosquitoes are flying back and forth on the fast food boxes and the prisoners' clothes and hair.

Nakamura didn't hesitate much, covered his nose, stood on tiptoes and walked inside.

The prisoner was still concentrating on the surveillance screen, completely unaware of Nakamura's reduced presence.

Since it was possible that he was a bomber, Nakamura was not polite and hit the prisoner's neck quickly and accurately with a knife.

The prisoner uttered the single sound "な" in his mouth and smashed the keyboard with his face down.