Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

The containers in Area B are arranged relatively, with one row of odd numbers and one row of even numbers.

Room B207 is only one container away from Ricard's B203 room, which is very close.

B205和B207室紧闭没住人，对面的B204、B206、B208都住着人，B209也住着人。

Nakamura took out his ID and visited each family.

Except for people related to the news media and people who claim to be in a high position, ordinary people actually don't mind answering the police's questions. The elderly here are even more honest and will answer all questions.

However, the elderly’s five senses have deteriorated, and the information collected cannot be guaranteed to be accurate.

All four families were sure that a car came that night, but the identity of the person who got off was not particularly clear.

All of them were gathered together, but they were not much different from what Rikar said.

One person was wearing a hat that was held down very low. It was too dark to see clearly his appearance, and he was relatively short and fat.

The other man has longer hair. Wearing a pair of glasses, he is thin and tall.

This is everyone's relatively unified impression, which is relatively accurate. There are still some unconfirmed information.

Some old people said there were multiple 5s on the license plate number, but others said there was only one 5.

Regarding the clothes, some say they are gray, others say they are white.

There was also a smell. The car that arrived first had a smell of fireworks when it passed by. They speculated that there might be fireworks inside.

Because the two people said a few words, which mentioned fireworks, money and so on.

After closing the police manual, Nakamura felt that the information was quite confusing.

But one thing is certain, the deal was indeed completed. It's just a question of who is the seller and who is the buyer.

No. 3 suddenly said: "Nakamura-kun, I found the ammunition shop's ID on a very secretive website."

"Really? What do you do?"

"It's an online store. It sells ammunition and has pictures."

"Can I trace the IP address?"

"Okay, he just spoke. If there is a camera, you can see his face directly."

"Thank you, that's a big help."

"You're welcome. I'm Nakamura-kun's auxiliary program. This is what I should do."

"I will study hard in the future and won't keep you busy all the time."

"Nakamura-kun is willing to work hard, and No. 2 and I are very touched."

"When you say that, it seems like I'm always slacking off."

"Hey, we don't mean that." A lively voice suddenly interrupted, and No. 2 also came online at some point, "It's just that I feel like Nakamura-kun has changed."

"Have it?"

"Yes," No. 2's voice was as lively as ever, "Nakamura-kun would not be so proactive in investigating cases before."

No. 3 added, "The methods will not be so radical. I asked Mr. Nakamura to learn the anti-tracking program before, and he said that he might not be able to use it, so the learning effect could not keep up at all."

Nakamura thought for a moment, "Anyway, this bomber must be caught as soon as possible by any means possible!"

"Even if the energy is not enough?" No. 3 began to calculate, "There are still four key nodes after this bomber."

"Two about Mr. Matsuda. One bombing four years later, and one for Mr. Furitani."

Number 50 also said: "Mr. Matsuda's node is okay, but the most profound impact is on him personally. The two events four years later had a very big impact. A replenishment of points is not enough."

Number 9800 continued to hit the target, "In the past three years, Nakamura-kun has only saved a total of million energy points. It must not be enough, right? Are you sure you want to put him in jail?"

Thinking about the fact that there had been many opportunities to save energy points in the past three years, Nakamura gave up on his own initiative without being in a hurry or being in the limelight. At this moment, he deeply regretted it.

"I don't want to think about it that much. In short, let's catch him first and start accumulating energy points from tomorrow!"

"Since Nakamura-kun said so, let's go all out."

Half a minute later, No. 2 reported: "I retrieved the background chat records of the Ammunition Shop ID. You can also see the ones on February 5th."

"Can we lock the prisoner directly from inside?"

"I searched...and found it. The address agreed upon by someone is room B207, and the ID is homeless."

"As expected, this is the person. Can the address be traced?"

"You can check it, but you have to go to the official database..."

"Check, be careful not to destroy other information."

"Hey, you don't need to worry about my technology at all." No. 3 was silent for a while and suddenly said: "Would you like to spend some energy and help them upgrade their firewall?"

Nakamura asked in confusion: "What?"

No. 3 complained, "...it's too easy. It's not even as secure as our fan club's website. Speaking of which, the same thing happened with the communication operator just now. It was easy to get in. If there was a hacker, it would be easy." You can retrieve your personal privacy."

Nakamura Kuroko said, "No. 3, you are a data life. It is easy to crack, but it is still very difficult to crack as a human."

"Really?" After hearing what Nakamura said, No. 3 did not do anything extra and presented a face in Nakamura's mind, "That's the person."

"The name is Kirishima Toshi. He has been haunting the uninhabited area at the junction of Yoneka Town and Aipido Town for a long time. The area where Mr. Furitani once lived."

Number Three can easily obtain a person's life through the Internet in a few minutes. Nakamura once again found that he had underestimated Number Three's ability, and this journey was almost in vain.

The only purpose is to confirm the characteristics of the prisoner, which is half-long hair, wearing glasses, and quite thin.

However, no matter what, all you have to do next is go over and catch someone, which is undoubtedly something worth celebrating.

The prisoner's information is confirmed, and the next step is to arrest him.

Nakamura thought about informing the Megure Police Department, but gave up in the end.

That no-no-no-prisoners zone is located in a remote area, and information is relatively unavailable. The sound of a police car driving in is too easy to alert someone.

Judging from the points mentioned by No. 7 and No. , the bomber's revenge campaign lasted for seven years, and both Hagiwara team and Matsuda died in the line of duty because of him.

To be able to hurt Fang Gu and others seven years later is enough to prove this man's caution. I'm afraid the slightest disturbance will make him hide.

Since he was determined to put the prisoner in prison, he could not give him a chance to escape. Nakamura did not want to go through repeated troubles and waste manpower and material resources.

Nakamura's questioning continued for a while and he stayed at the dock for a long time. When he left, Ricard was still arranging the wardrobe and had no intention of calling Nakamura.

As Rikar said, one of them is a policeman and the other a criminal. Even if they have some contact, they can never become companions.

However, Jiangu Ling, who is an undercover agent of the organization, is another story.

Arriving at the no-care zone, Nakamura kept turning on his magical cloak to reduce his presence in order to avoid attracting the attention of nearby residents.

Walking through the deserted streets, moving towards the location marked No. 3 with a clear goal.

This bomber who controlled the lives and deaths of many people lived in an ordinary and unremarkable house.

This apartment-style house had not been renovated for several years and was in a dusty state.

The stairs on the right lead directly to the second floor. There are several advertising slogans printed on the outer wall. Part of the wall skin peeled off, revealing the wooden structure inside.

"Are you sure you're here?"

"Yes, in the leftmost room on the second floor."

At a distance of no more than a hundred meters, No. 3 started scanning, and the situation of the entire house was under control.

"Nakamura-kun, he still has several finished detonator impact bombs in his room, please be careful."

One on one, Nakamura is not afraid of him, "I know."

As Yuta Nakamura, you must follow the rules of the police.

[Tsukiyomi] has much greater freedom and is better able to protect itself.

Nakamura treated the bomber who threatened the lives of many of his friends with the utmost caution.

Put on the [Tsukiyomi] suit stored over there on the 3rd.

Wearing a dark blue kimono underneath, the style is an enlarged version of No. 3's original outfit.

The kimono is covered with a pure black magical cloak, a pure black mask on the face, and transparent gloves on the hands.

Wearing clogs, we have specially trained our walking posture and stepping frequency. Even if we are stepping on the concrete floor and surrounded by modern facilities of high-rise buildings, it feels like we have traveled from the past, and it seems mysterious and unfathomable.

The original intention was to create a role-playing that is different from the real person. When he saw the photo on the fan club forum, Nakamura was confused. Is this really me?

The effect of the magical cloak continued to take effect, and Nakamura walked to the door without attracting any attention.

The sound insulation effect of the old wooden building is not good, and men's curses can be heard from inside.

"Damn police, I will blow you up sooner or later..."

"Damn it, the remote control is too far away and it doesn't work. I will do better next time."

"That person clearly took the money, but he dared to call the police in advance to see if I didn't kill him."

……

Nakamura stayed outside for five minutes and recorded everything the bomber said.

Perhaps it was because they were in their own stronghold, and the police inside the surveillance room did not notice any changes in the truth. The bomber living alone almost recounted the causes and consequences.

With this recording as evidence, combined with the bomb in the room, it is enough to send this man to prison.

The man had installed bombs three times in total, but the three times before and after, no casualties were caused because the police arrived in time. It was definitely not worthy of the death penalty. Thinking about it this way, he felt very aggrieved.

It would be great if he was Rikar, and we could send him on his way without any psychological burden.

It's a pity that at this moment he is Tsukuyomi, Tsukuyomi who has always been the savior.

After taking two deep breaths to calm down, Nakamura knocked on the door politely.

After three gentle taps without haste, the complaining voice inside suddenly stopped.

"Who's out there?"

"Mr. Kirishima, this is Sakata from next door. Didn't we have a date for a drink last night? Let's go now."

"Drink...? Wait a moment, I'll be here soon."

The door was opened a crack, and Nakamura stood quietly outside, clearly dressed in a conspicuous manner, but the people inside didn't notice anything was wrong at all.

The smell of alcohol leaked from the crack in the door. No wonder this man kept talking.

"Kirishima-san, are you okay? Let's go."

After peering through the crack in the door and confirming that the voice and face were what he remembered, the man finally said, "Okay, let me get my wallet."

Sakata is the house number that Nakamura saw when he passed by the house next door. Drinking is the email that No. 3 opened. There was indeed an appointment between the two of them to go to an izakaya a few days ago.

The reality of what happened combined with Nakamura's specially adjusted voice at this moment, this man who was already half drunk was easily hypnotized.

The door was just lightly closed but not locked. There were some noises inside, and No. 3 broadcast in real time, "The bomb was hidden at the bottom of the cabinet."

"very good."

Nakamura then pushed the door open and walked in. Anyway, the bomber was already standing in front of him. He had enough patience and this man couldn't escape.

The man who fell into hypnosis did not realize that there was an extra person in the room, and he was looking for his wallet on the table piled with wine bottles.

Nakamura walked over slowly and pressed him down on the table by his neck.

His face hit the table with a dull thud.

"いたい——" (pain)

The pain finally made the man wake up, "What happened?"

His limbs struggled hard, but the restraint on his neck did not loosen even a little bit, "Who are you? What is your purpose?"

Nakamura walked around to the left side and squatted down, looking at the man with his lips slightly raised under the mask.

The person who was suppressed on the table was flushed due to lack of oxygen and nervousness, and the pupils behind his lenses contracted.

Recognizing this iconic outfit, he murmured, "Yue... read...?"

"You know me?" Nakamura twisted the magic knife with his left index and middle fingers, "Then there is no need for me to explain."

A crack suddenly appeared on the wooden table, and Kirishima felt a chill running through his nose, making his hair stand on end.

[Tsukiyomi] The reputation of being keen on fighting crime is very loud in Yoneka Town and Aipido Town. Kirishima has some familiarity with it as a criminal operating here.

He knew that Tsukuyomi's men had never lost anyone, so he had a calm mind and said, "I'm just an ordinary person. I've never done anything bad. But you broke into a house without permission. I want to call the police!"

"Really?" Nakamura slowly moved his left hand towards the man's face.

Kirishima's sharp eyes saw the blade that was almost hidden between his fingers, and he struggled to tilt his head back.

The restraint on his neck was so strong that he couldn't move at all.

"Confess?" The distance between the blade and the man's nose was only one centimeter.

"I didn't do anything. I have nothing to confess."

The sudden anger made Nakamura want to press the button directly. He recited the police oath several times before he could barely suppress the urge.

Beat the person on the back of the neck to knock him out, search the house, and take out the bomb in the cabinet.

Let No. 3 send an email to the Mumu Police Department.

I sent an email during the Asai bomb case three years ago, and it has been used ever since. It is now Tsukuyomi's exclusive email address, and the Megure Police Department is no longer unfamiliar with it.

Metropolitan Police Department search lesson one.

Hearing the special alert sound, the police department looked complicated.

I don’t know what [Tsukiyomi] did again.

Being a police officer is getting harder and harder these days.

At some point, the Memu Police Department discovered that the world was going strangely.

Not only are the number of criminal cases increasing year by year, but the reasons and methods of crimes are also changing, making him, an ordinary policeman, increasingly unable to keep up with his thinking and confused in solving cases.

The detective's reputation for solving crimes grew.

The gourmet detectives, the easy chair detectives, the prosecutor detectives, and the high school student detectives are all full of gimmicks and are more popular with the media than the police themselves.

Originally, the police still had a certain deterrent effect on crime, but with the emergence of "Tsukuyomi", this role was also transferred.

While the media is making a lot of money, the police's living space is gradually being compressed, and their reputation is declining year by year.

The daily work of working overtime and conscientiously is not as popular as the newspaper headlines brought by the detectives who solve a few cases.

The twins in the sex-explosion team next door barely managed to save some face, but it was a pity that their search class didn't have a good idea to turn the situation around.