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

However, Lin Jiashu still had a smile on his face.

It was quite surprising to him that someone like Gin would be so idle as to go fishing.

But it's not to the point of being inconceivable.

Ultimately, the other person is also a person, and given how flowing and beautiful their long silver hair is, they probably need to get it maintained every ten days or so, and each time they wash it, it probably takes them an hour or two.

Lin Jiashu came here on important business.

He took a sealed document from his pocket and handed it to Vodka, saying, "I'll leave the rest to you, Mr. Vodka."

"Ok."

Vodka quickly wiped his hands and took it.

He opened the document and saw that it contained records of three names and their criminal acts.

—These were actually investigated by Gin and then handed over to Cointreau, who then selected the best for Vodka.

"Is it still the same as before, to have them exposed online?" Vodka cautiously confirmed.

"Yes."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Gin glanced at Yoshiki Hayashi.

"This is a secret for now."

"Hmph, just don't make any big moves and expose yourself."

The other party's behavior was truly perplexing to Gin—he claimed to be cooperating with his operations in the task force, yet he kept killing people on the kill list. Gin almost thought he was addicted to killing under this pretext.

As he paid more attention, Gin also discovered that those who died at the hands of Cointreau seemed to be mostly scum.

However, he would not suspect that Jundu was actually a "good person" because of this—only someone with a completely black heart could so carelessly and indifferently take another's life. Moreover, judging from his clear goals and increasingly bold and obvious actions after joining the task force, he probably foresaw that he would join the task force and acted in this way on purpose.

Lin Jiashu remained calm.

Now, there's no need to use vodka's IT technology to forge posting records. Instead, these posts are made by peripheral members of the distillery—the names on the list are all people squeezed around those peripheral members. As members of a black organization, it's not surprising that they have some scum around them.

Even if the police investigate those who posted these messages afterward, Lin Jiashu can ensure that the matter will never be exposed.

Just in case, he also wrote the names of some of the lower-level members in the Death Note... He used the influence of Conan's time on the Death Note to make them die in the distant future without the police or the Black Organization suspecting anything.

From the winery's perspective, the zoo has been giving them a lot of trouble.

In addition, there were people not on the list that Hayashi Yoshiki gave to vodka.

Using the Death Note, or even hypnosis in some cases... if you make contact ten days, half a month, or even longer in advance, and avoid surveillance and spying, the chance of being discovered is almost zero.

"However, there is another matter that I need Mr. Vodka's help with."

"what?"

"Keep an eye on Minister Odagiri for me."

"Ok."

Vodka didn't find it troublesome and nodded in agreement.

Lin Jiashu stayed for a while, then got up and left—Gin still hadn't served the fish before he left.

Gin then sat by the lake for a long time afterward.

He was indeed very patient, keeping a close eye on the distant buoy even when it remained motionless, without making any unnecessary movements throughout.

After a while, a large fish slowly swam to the lakeside and leisurely swam along the shore.

Gin noticed the fish immediately.

The fish poked its head out of the water and stared into Gin's dark green eyes. Its mouth opened and closed, and its lifeless eyes stared indifferently at him holding the fishing rod.

"Damn it, is this fish provoking us?"

Vodka, noticing this, couldn't help but curse.

He got up and started looking for the net, but after searching around, he couldn't find it.

"Brother, I forgot to bring the net."

"..."

Gin stared coldly at the fish that was swimming more and more nimbly, swimming far away and then swimming back, even deliberately surfacing to meet his gaze. Finally, he pulled out a gun from under his trench coat.

Diu!

The bullet pierced the fish's head with pinpoint accuracy.

"..."

Vodka opened his mouth upon witnessing this, but said nothing.

A burly man wearing sunglasses squatted by the lake, paddling the water, and picked up a fish that was bubbling with blood as it floated by.

"What a great harvest, brother."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Gin didn't even glance at Vodka before reeling in his fishing rod.

The silver hook on the fishing rod, where the float had remained completely still until now, was spotless.

Vodka quickly put the fish down and baited the hook.

254

Chapter 254: Vermouth's Date

Everything was proceeding according to plan.

Lin Jiashu kept track of all the information about Syndora IT Company while also paying attention to the task force's reaction to the seemingly more frequent accidental murders recently.

At the same time, he was openly working on the follow-up works of the Kindaichi Series.

As Hayashi Yoshiki anticipated, Odagiri Toshiro might suspect there was a mole within the task force.

However, the other party has not made any move so far.

"Alright, tell me about it."

They randomly picked a coffee shop and, in the car, Lin Jiashu spoke to Conan, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Conan is holding a cup of iced coffee.

His meeting with Yoshiki Hayashi today was mainly to discuss matters related to the Black Organization.

He didn't want Lin Jiashu to help him investigate the organization; rather, he wanted to know if the accidental killer was really related to that organization.

However, when he waited for an answer, the reply he received was unclear.

"Since the task force was established, we don't even know what the other side looks like."

"So far, the other party has committed dozens of crimes, but no matter what we look for in the victims' lives or anything else, we can't find any clues."

"It really seems like just a simple coincidence."

"..."

Conan found it unbelievable that Hayashi Yoshiki spoke so calmly.

The method of murder without leaving any trace was hard for him, a detective, to accept. He wanted to ask if there was any oversight that he hadn't noticed, but considering that the person in front of him was Hayashi Yoshiki—if he could think of something, how could Yoshiki not?

"So, what does the task force plan to do now?"

"Continue to follow up on the investigation until the other party makes a mistake and exposes a flaw."

Lin Jiashu didn't look at Conan's expression. "The special task force will handle the murderer's case. You don't need to worry about these unnecessary things... More than that, I hope you can play the role of an elementary school student well."

"...I will be careful."

"Also, remember to remind Ai, but don't tell her it was my idea."

"You discovered that Haibara is also...?"

"Have you forgotten who found her?"

Lin Jiashu chuckled as she said this, "On such a cold, rainy day, she wandered alone on the street wearing a white coat that didn't fit at all... and that cold, aloof attitude that didn't seem like that of a little girl."

"Haibara wasn't exactly cold to you, was she?"

"Just remember to remind her."

Yoshiki Hayashi and Conan didn't have much to talk about. Seeing that it was almost time, he took Conan to the Mouri Detective Agency.

After getting out of the car, Conan watched the white sedan drive away, feeling that he had gained nothing and his heart felt even heavier.

Lin Jiashu then drove back to his apartment.

He prepared to get ready for his appointment that evening.

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Slender fingers painted with purple nail polish held the bottom of the wine glass steady, gently swirling the red wine inside.

Under the night

In a restaurant on the top floor of a high-rise building, Vermouth looked at the face of the man sitting opposite her, a bright smile on his face.

"It won't be easy to find a restaurant that suits my taste after returning to Japan."

"The food at this restaurant was also a very pleasant experience for me."

Lin Jiashu, who had just put down his cutlery, responded very gently: "Thanks to Miss Vermouth."

"Adding a title after the code name is too strange."

The woman, with an elegant smile, took a sip of red wine. Her slender neck, slightly tilted back, appeared even more fair and delicate against the backdrop of her red dress.

"After all, I owe Miss Vermouth a favor, so I should at least show her some respect."

"So you mind if I become your creditor?"

"I don't mind."

Lin Jiashu smiled and said, "After all, owing favors is also a way to get closer to people."

"...You're really honest."

Vermouth chuckled to herself.

"This is a pragmatic experience; I've always been very goal-oriented."

"Well, maybe we're the same kind of people."

"You can vaguely see some of it."

Lin Jiashu pointed this out as if it were a matter of course.

Vermouth didn't seem to care.

In fact, both parties know what kind of person the other is, so it would be ridiculous to make any unnecessary pretenses.

At this moment,

The waiter came over with the food cart.

"These are your desserts."

The other person stood by the dining table, lit the portable gas stove, and began the final preparations.

That appears to be a type of pancake dessert.

The sauce in the frying pan was bubbling and thick, and the waiter used a spoon and a knife and fork to help flip the pancakes while drizzling the sauce over them.

When it was almost time, the other person picked up the wine glass that had been prepared next to them.

"Finally, pour in Cointreau orange liqueur."

The wine fell into the frying pan, and flames immediately ignited on the surface of the pan.

"Burning wine."

Vermouth's eyes reflected the flickering flames. "This is a cooking method that uses fire to remove the alcohol from spirits, allowing the ingredients to absorb the aroma of the liquor without leaving any traces."

"...So you specifically chose this dessert?"

"Cointreau is a wine that is very popular with women."

Even after the waiter brought the dessert between the two and left, Vermouth's eyes remained fixed on Hayashi Yoshiki with a smile.