Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

(This chapter has been replaced, and half a chapter has been added to Chapter 72. If you are interested, you can check it out.)

In the end, Nakamura decisively took Conan back to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Conan can indeed notice some interesting things from time to time, and his thinking is more unconstrained than Nakamura, who is a policeman.

Human life is at stake. Although Nakamura is worried about Conan's safety, he is willing to use all the power at his disposal. With him watching, it will be safer.

Just after returning to the Metropolitan Police Department, Nakamura and Conan passed by the third department office and saw Officer Megure who unexpectedly appeared here.

Nakamura was very surprised, "Police department, why are you here? Are your injuries okay?"

Police Department Memu was wrapped in a suit jacket, and there was nothing unusual about his appearance.

"It's nothing serious. It's been handled by the doctor," Police Officer Memu said with a serious expression, "Manager, do you have any clues about this case?"

Nakamura felt a little awkward when he heard Megure Police Department calling him that. Most police officers in the fourth series still call him Police Department, which is more natural.

"The victims are all people related to the Maori detective. Their names contain numbers, and the evidence left behind is related to playing cards. Counting down from thirteen, there is a high probability that they are people who have a grudge against the Maori detective."

After hearing this, the Memu Police Department lowered the brim of his hat and said, "The prisoner is most likely Murakami."

Conan asked curiously: "Who is Murakami?"

Only then did the Memu Police Department notice the little tail following behind, "Why is Conan here too?"

Conan smiled and said: "I came here as Uncle Maori's assistant. Uncle Maori needs to think about the names of people around him related to numbers in the office. After I hear the situation here, I can notify Uncle Maori in time."

"So that's it," Megure Police Department nodded in approval and looked at Nakamura, "Mr. Murakami is the prisoner that my brother Maori and I caught ten years ago. He is a casino dealer who specializes in dealing cards. He has recently been released from prison. prison."

"Is that so? Solitaire, plus targeting people around Detective Mori not long after he was released from prison, does make some sense."

Conan's face was full of innocence, "Isn't it natural for the police uncle to catch criminals? Why would the man named Murakami target Uncle Maori?"

Megure Police Department paused, "That's all in the past. This is a photo of Murakami's father-in-law."

Nakamura took the photo, looked at it twice, and handed it back, "Then make copies of the photo and distribute it, so that Officer Shiratori and the others can look for it along the way."

"Hi!"

Nakamura was once again taken aback by the Megure Police Department's rapid transition into a subordinate role.

Conan was tugging at his clothes beside him, "Uncle Nakamura, we'd better go to Mr. Tsuji to confirm the situation, right?"

Nakamura placed Conan on the bench outside the Four Series Conference Room, "You wait here."

"Ok."

Nakamura stayed outside for a few hours, and most of the packed team members in the Fourth Department office were empty. He stepped into the office, and was greeted by team members passing by from time to time.

He walked to the center of the office and clapped his hands, "Ito, Nakao, we have a mission."

"Hi!" The two team captains came over quickly.

"Ito, you lead the team to the home of professional golfer Tsuji Hiroki to protect his safety. Nakao, please go to the Towako Club in Ginza."

"Yes!"

The two of them had heard from Hagiwara before about the injury to the Megure Police Department next door, and they were somewhat concerned about this case.

The two team captains each led a team of people out, while Nakamura asked people to tidy up the large conference room belonging to the Criminal Investigation Department.

As an administrator who had only been in office for three days, he was faced with a series of major cases. In a sense, he was extremely lucky.

Conan watched the police officers busy outside the office, but no one greeted him at all. He couldn't sit still after waiting for half an hour.

He tiptoed and knocked on the door of the Fourth Department office.

When the police officer near the door opened the door, he found only a child standing outside. He asked blankly, "Child, why are you here? Are your parents not with you?"

Conan glanced over and said, "I came here with Uncle Nakamura."

"...Nakamura Police Department?" the police officer muttered in a low voice, "The police department's children shouldn't be that young, right?"

Conan, however, had already taken advantage of his thin stature to sneak into the office nimbly and quickly ran to Nakamura's desk.

The young police officer behind him hurriedly chased after him, "Kid!"

Nakamura waved his hand, "Don't worry about him."

"Hi!" The young police officer immediately stopped and returned to his position.

The few remaining police officers in the office seemed to be watching Nakamura's direction secretly, as if they didn't care. This was the first time they saw their boss taking care of a child.

Nakamura usually handles too many cases and has arrested many vicious gangsters, so naturally he will be hated by others.

In order to protect Hiroki's safety, Nakamura has not let Hiroki be exposed to the public at all since he adopted him.

Even the police officers of the fourth department only know that their boss has an adopted child, but they don't know exactly what it looks like. Even the age is kept secret for most people.

Conan was very well-behaved when he came to Nakamura, with a somewhat flattering smile on his face.

Nakamura sighed softly, "You stay here quietly for a while and wait for the search results."

"Okay," Conan responded obediently.

Nakamura looked around and said, "Go over there and bring a stool over."

Conan picked a light stool and brought it over, climbed on it and sat down, dangling his short legs and staring at Nakamura's computer screen.

As Nakamura typed, lines of English characters were quickly and densely displayed on it, and multiple interfaces were quickly switched.

After pressing Enter, the screen is divided into 36 small frames, each with a different picture.

Conan's mouth twitched at the sight, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Uncle Nakamura, is it really okay for you to do such a thing directly in the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"I'm just confirming in advance. Anyway, Officer Shiratori and the others will copy the surveillance video back later, and I will be able to see it sooner or later."

It makes perfect sense and is impossible to refute.

Conan was still speechless. The man who had just told him to memorize the Road Traffic Law before he could ride a skateboard openly and openly invaded the surveillance camera at the Metropolitan Police Department. Isn't this too double-standard?

Nakamura glanced at Conan and said calmly: "It is reasonable for me to be responsible for my illegal behavior. Of course, I cannot do such a thing for my own selfish desires."

Conan opened his mouth to speak. He was not doing it for his own selfish reasons. He was serious about solving the case and revealing the truth.

"You're pretty good at pulling off Detective Maori's skin. You've done this kind of thing a lot before, right?"

Conan waved his hands in panic, "No, maybe just once or twice?"

"If you have any cases, just come to me directly. You have memorized a lot of legal provisions, and you should be able to understand what you can and cannot do. Once some lines are crossed, you can never go back to the original state. Do you understand?"

Conan nodded solemnly, "I understand, Uncle Nakamura."