Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

"If he gets angry and defensive just because of our actions, it only proves that he's nothing special."

"Moreover, in reality, even if we block similar posts that will appear in the near future, it won't mean much to the murderer—he can easily search for past records online, and there must be countless records of school bullying in Japan."

"It's just that the killer seems to have been killing 'fresh' people so far."

When Lin Jiashu said this, no other police officers spoke up to refute him.

With his arms crossed, Toshiro Odagiri said, "I agree with the advisor's idea."

"..."

"To date, all the victims who died in the carefully orchestrated accidents were scumbags with criminal records. Although the female celebrity and Consultant Lin, who were targeted to test our task force, were also accidentally involved, the killer did not intend to kill them."

"If he really wants to put the idea of ​​punishing evildoers into practice, then he should prove it to us."

Odagiri Toshiro's expression was calm, almost indifferent.

This person is far more charismatic than I imagined...

Lin Jiashu looked at him and thought to herself.

Odagiri Toshiro took a certain risk in making this decision. If the police's actions really angered the murderer and caused some serious incident, he would also bear some responsibility.

In the office, the task force determined the next course of action.

Hayashi Yoshiki did not express any further thoughts afterward.

He walked alone to the outskirts of the Metropolitan Police Department after the meeting ended.

"Oh, Brother Lin?"

As Inspector Megure emerged from the First Investigation Division's main office, he spotted Yoshiki Hayashi and immediately greeted him.

"Good afternoon, Inspector Megure."

What are you doing here?

"I've done something wrong and I've been thinking of turning myself in."

"What!?"

Megure's sudden increase in volume attracted the attention of many passing police officers.

Noticing that many eyes were watching him, Inspector Megure immediately fell silent, lowering his voice to sound furtive: "Tell me what it is first?"

"Playing random jokes with the police."

"..."

Faced with Lin Jiashu's bright smile, it took Inspector Megure a while to process what was happening. He squinted at the other person with a speechless expression.

"I'm talking to you—"

"Advisor, I've brought you some coffee."

At that moment, a voice that Inspector Megure was very familiar with entered his ears. He subconsciously looked up and immediately saw Toshiro Odagiri's serious face.

"Sir!"

"Hmm, are the cases you're following up on going smoothly?" Toshiro Odagiri asked him.

"Everything went smoothly, no problems."

After answering, Inspector Megure noticed that his superior seemed to have something to say to Brother Hayashi, and quickly and tactfully left.

The minister just addressed Brother Lin as an advisor...

As an inspector with a consistently high attendance rate, Inspector Megure had naturally heard about the special task force recently established by the Metropolitan Police Department. He had even been the one to handle some of the accidental deaths.

However, since he hadn't joined the task force, Inspector Megure only had a vague understanding of the task force's affairs, only knowing that it was related to frequent accidental deaths.

"Thank you for your help to the task force, consultant. But I hope you'll be more careful from now on."

“I understand, Minister Odagiri.”

"About the murderer... no, never mind, it's nothing—"

Odagiri Toshiro started speaking, but then suddenly swallowed his words and fell silent.

Although Lin Jiashu was surprised, he did not ask any further questions.

He subtly observed the other man's cold and stern face, wondering if he was trying to use information about criminals held by the police to set a trap. Judging from Toshiro Odagiri's unyielding and inhuman demeanor, the other man deeply hated scum like Daisaku Idachi, who sold drugs to college students, and wished he could kill him with his own hands. However, in Japan, it is extremely difficult to sentence criminals to death.

However, Toshiro Odagiri ultimately failed to make such a decision.

245

Chapter 245: The rule prohibits calling the police, but it doesn't say you can't contact terrorists (4k)

A white van full of passengers was driving on the highway.

Because the vehicle was old and not very powerful, even cargo trucks couldn't keep up with the van's speed and decisively overtook it.

"Damn it, I got overtaken again!"

Kogoro Mouri, who was driving, muttered to himself in annoyance.

Conan, sitting in the back seat, stared at Kogoro Mouri with his crescent-shaped eyes and said, "If we're going to rent a car, let's rent a slightly better one."

"That's exactly what I meant."

"I should have taken the tram."

Genta Kojima and Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, who were further back in the row, couldn't help but peek out.

They kept grumbling about how slow the car was and how uncomfortable it was, which made the already irritable Kogoro Mori finally snap, "Shut up! I only rented this car because the client asked me to take you guys with me!"

"Just bear with it a little longer, we'll be there soon."

Lin Jiashu then said with a smile.

He sat in the middle of the back row, with Conan and Ai Haibara on his left and right.

—A few days ago, a letter of authorization with a check was suddenly delivered to his and Kogoro Mouri's offices, which arranged a time and address for their meeting.

Kogoro Mouri would certainly not refuse a big spender.

"Speaking of which, what about the sports car that Uncle Mori won in the lottery? The ownership transfer should be completed by now, right?" Lin Jiashu asked, referring to the one that Kogoro Mori won in the Twin Towers skyscraper.

"Yes, that car is parked near the office right now, but Dad says it's too fuel-consuming and a sports car isn't suitable for him, so he's planning to sell it!" Xiaolan, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said with a smile.

"This is indeed the most appropriate solution."

Lin Jiashu smiled as he spoke, gently moving his right wrist with his left hand.

Xiaolan noticed his movements and couldn't help but ask, "How is Jiashu-ge's hand recovering?"

"There are no problems now, but I typed a lot last night while preparing for the new book, and my fingers are a little sore..."

"Don't push yourself."

"I know."

"Is Brother Jiashu preparing to write a new book?"

Conan asked with a hint of interest.

Lin Jiashu nodded with a smile, but just as he relaxed his right hand, it was suddenly grabbed by a pair of small hands next to him.

Ai Haibara gently pressed his wrist.

"After a distal radius fracture heals, functional exercises need to be performed slowly, and care should be taken to avoid overexertion. Otherwise, the local aseptic inflammatory lesions formed in the internal soft tissues may cause soreness in the wrist on rainy days."

"Okay, I'll be careful."

Lin Jiashu smiled and gently patted her head.

Ai Haibara remained silent.

At this moment, Ayumi Yoshida, who was peeking out from behind, looked at Ai Haibara's head with some envy, thinking that it would be great if she could switch seats with Conan.

Kogoro Mouri drove for another hour or so before finally arriving at his destination—a hotel located at the entrance of Yokohama Fantasy Park.

After getting off the bus, several children looked up at the castle-like hotel in front of them and exclaimed in amazement:

"Wow, that's awesome!!!"

"It's just like a castle!"

"Could it be that a king lives inside?"

They looked excited.

At that moment, a man wearing glasses approached, accompanied by a hotel doorman: "Excuse me, are you Detective Mori and Detective Hayashi? I am the secretary of the client, my surname is Takashida. Please follow me this way."

Without wasting any words, he led the person directly into a large suite inside the hotel.

Upon entering, you'll see a high-end space resembling a conference room or banquet hall, overlooking the fantasy park behind the hotel. However, in the center of the lobby, there's a set of conference table and chairs that seem somewhat out of place with the surroundings.

After everyone was seated, hotel staff soon brought over an object that looked like a wristwatch on a trolley.

"This is an ID watch that allows free access to all attractions in the Fantasy Park. While Mr. Lin and Mr. Maoli are working, we want children to be able to enjoy themselves to the fullest in the Fantasy Park."

Upon hearing Takada's words, the group of children immediately put on the watches.

Kogoro Mouri was somewhat surprised: "Could the client be the owner of this hotel?"

"No, the client is not the owner of this place, and this suite is rented on an annual basis."

"Wow, they're really rich..."

"Please wear your ID cards, everyone. Be careful not to drop them, as they won't be replaced if you do."

Lin Jiashu took off the watch on his left wrist and put the ID on his wrist—the time displayed was 9:12.

"This ID can be used all day, until 10 p.m. when the Fantasy Park closes. Food and drinks in the park are also free, so please enjoy your visit."

Upon arriving here, the children excitedly stood up.

As everyone prepared to go downstairs, Conan, who was about to join them, was stopped by Takada: "I'm very sorry, please stay here."

Faced with everyone's astonishment, Takada smiled and brushed it off by saying that he was the hotel's 100,000th guest... Amidst the envy of those around him, Conan, who was the first to notice something was amiss, looked at Hayashi Yoshiki and noticed that he seemed to raise an eyebrow.

After Xiaolan and the children left, Takada locked the suite door and drew the curtains in the living room.

"This is the client's wish; he wants to avoid being disturbed by unimportant people. Okay, please look this way."

The display screen above the fireplace suddenly lit up.

The person standing there was a man wearing a burgundy bathrobe. The space he was in was somewhat dim, and the blue light emanating from the numerous screens behind him made it impossible to see his face clearly.

"Thank you for coming. I am the client."

"Please forgive my rudeness. I am unable to show up for some reason, but I have called you here today to ask you to solve a certain case."

What kind of case is it?

"Finding out the details of the case is also part of your job."

"Now I will give you a few hints. Please use your reasoning and analysis to solve them."

The client then stated that before Kogoro Mouri and Yoshiki Hayashi, he had commissioned a total of four detectives.

One of them is still under investigation, two others have been dismissed, and the last one was locked up somewhere due to poor performance... Subsequently, the client released the detective's surveillance footage and detonated the ID watch on his wrist in front of the three of them.

"An incompetent detective doesn't deserve to live."

The explosion completely buried the detective named Ah Long, and the shock and flames even destroyed the surveillance cameras in the confinement cell, causing the screens to lose signal and turn into static.

Secretary Takada stood silently beside the screen, smiling.

Soon, the screen switched back to the dark room where the client was.

"That was C4 explosive."

"Of course, the IDs on your wrists are also pre-loaded with C4, and so are the IDs worn by the children who came with you."

"By the way, let me mention the other two detectives I dismissed... Mogi and Gunda, those two guys who were hailed as famous detectives were also idiots who wasted my precious time. And I'm only giving you time until 10 p.m. tonight. Please find out the truth of a certain case before then."

"If we can't solve the case in time, the IDs in your hands and those kids' hands will explode."

"What did you say--!?"

"Sensors have also been installed on the children's IDs. If they are detected leaving the fantasy park, the bombs inside will be activated immediately."

"Sorry, it would be too much trouble to keep an eye on them all, so I did it this way."

Instantly, Conan and Kogoro Mouri gritted their teeth in anger.