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

The title of "King of Part-Time Workers" is truly well-deserved. Over the years, Amuro Tooru has not only managed all the affairs of the agency in an orderly manner, but also arranged hygiene, reception, and even afternoon tea for Hayashi Yoshiki.

If he were to suddenly announce his resignation one day, Lin Jiashu would probably be unhappy.

The reason why Hayashi Yoshiki is riding in Amuro Tooru's car is that his car was sent for maintenance today.

Why is it so noisy up ahead?

"There's the sound of sirens... It sounds like they're chasing some criminal?"

Amuro Tooru narrowed his eyes after realizing this.

However, he didn't have any other thoughts at the moment.

The task of hunting down criminals is left to the police. If this undercover agent had too much of a sense of justice, he would have turned to ashes long ago.

Lin Jiashu smiled.

"I remember Mr. Amuro said on his resume that he was very good at driving?"

"What do you mean, Boss?"

"...No, never mind."

Even for a boss, it's a bit too much to make employees take risks.

However, Amuro Tooru still managed to understand Hayashi Yoshiki's thoughts.

He recalled the file on Hayashi Yoshiki that he had seen before—that he had risked his own safety to intercept kidnappers in order to rescue kidnapped children… although it was later confirmed to be a false alarm.

But he acknowledged Lin Jiashu's sense of justice.

Amuro Tooru was aiming to attract this outstanding talent to the Public Security Bureau. If he backs down here, how will he have the face to mention this matter in the future?

"What do you mean 'forget'? Get ready, BOSS!"

With a pleased smile, Amuro straightened his back slightly and, as if by instinct, deftly pressed the clutch to shift gears. His Mazda RX-7 immediately sped off.

The white sports car rampaged through the bustling city, showcasing its superior performance and recklessly overtaking other vehicles, performing a series of high-risk maneuvers that made viewers' palms sweat... Lin Jiashu had to reach out and grab the grab handle on the passenger side to keep his body from swaying from side to side due to inertia.

Meanwhile, in the bustling city center, Miwako Sato and Wataru Takagi were intently chasing after a fleeing red sedan.

While Sato Miwako drove with her nerves on edge, Takagi Wataru anxiously reported to headquarters:

"Urgent! Urgent! A vehicle suspected to be carrying a wanted armed robber has been spotted fleeing from Sotobori Road towards Miyuki Road!"

"Metropolitan Police Department received this, Police 503. Please provide the model of the suspicious vehicle, its license plate number, and the physical characteristics of the suspect."

"The suspicious vehicle is a black van with license plate 'Shinjuku 500 SA'-'3255'. The suspect's appearance is... Lupin and Fujiko!"

"Supervisor 503, please don't joke around."

"I'm not joking!"

Takagi Wataru shouted anxiously.

Miwako Sato had no time to pay attention to his communication with headquarters; instead, she frantically stepped on the gas and chased after the black van in front of her.

But as she slammed on the gas, a white sports car sped past her like a streak of light and sped toward the black van in front of her.

"Watch out! Boss!"

As they drew closer to their target, Amuro, gripping the steering wheel, revealed an excited smile.

Just when Lin Jiashu thought he was going to ram the other person with his car, Amuro Tooru unexpectedly walked in the opposite direction from the other person when he followed them to the fork in the road ahead.

Lin Jiashu didn't ask any further questions.

As the white sports car entered the right-hand side road and arrived at a cluster of box-type warehouses, it continued to press the accelerator relentlessly. After a few nimble turns, Amuro Tooru, seemingly out of nowhere, sped out of an alley, turned left, and found himself face-to-face with the black van.

"..."

Laughing silently, Amuro Tooru gripped the steering wheel and drove straight toward the van.

Boom! Boom!

The speed exceeding 180 km/h made the scenery outside the car window completely blurry.

Rows of box-type warehouses sped past, and the only thing that could be clearly seen was a black van with its high beams flashing on its windshield, hurtling towards them at the same insane speed—

The distance between the two sides closed at a chilling speed.

Almost simultaneously,

As Amuro Tooru suddenly turned the steering wheel half a turn to the left, the driver in the opposite seat, illuminated by the high beams, also jerked the steering wheel.

The two cars passed each other.

The white sports car only spun around and drifted once before stopping, while the other car overturned and spun several times on the ground.

Sato Miwako and the others arrived in the next second.

After the three cars stopped, Takagi Wataru went to check the black car first, while Sato Miwako looked at Hayashi Yoshiki and the others who got out of the car.

"Mr. Lin?"

"Let's take a look at those two suspects first, Officer Sato."

"Ah, that's true."

Miwako Sato ran over.

Hayashi Yoshiki then looked at Amuro Tooru, who was smiling, and said, "You're really amazing, Mr. Amuro."

"It was just a lucky break," Amuro Tooru laughed. "With the police chasing us, they wouldn't dare to collide with us. And SUVs at high speeds are less stable than sedans; turning the steering wheel abruptly could easily cause them to roll over."

At this moment, Sato Miwako and the others had already caught Lupin and Fujiko, who had fallen to the ground.

However, without even checking, one could easily tell from their front and back that they were just fugitives wearing Lupin and Fujiko masks respectively.

"Officer Sato, backup police and an ambulance are on their way."

"Okay... but they got what they deserved."

"Huh?"

"It's because he was wearing the mask of my first love."

When Sato Miwako said that, Takagi Wataru instantly showed a look of surprise and hurt.

But the former ignored him and quickly looked politely at Hayashi Yoshiki and Amuro Tooru.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin, and this gentleman too..."

"My name is Tooru Amuro."

"Okay, Mr. Amuro."

Lin Jiashu stepped forward.

He looked at the lifelike Lupin mask on the other person's face—although it wasn't Lupin himself, this scene from the movie was actually a prelude to the collaboration between Conan and Lupin.

"But why would they wear such exaggerated masks to commit robbery?"

"god……"

The suspect, his mask removed, trembled as he looked at the group and mumbled a place name: "Shenhai Island..."

Chapter 332: Divine Island

When summer arrives, the most unavoidable thing is a beach vacation.

The most famous place this summer is Shenhai Island – two weeks ago, an underwater palace was discovered in the waters surrounding the island, and diving enthusiasts unearthed a set of valuable silver tableware from it.

The discovery of ancient ruins near Shenhai Island has become a hot topic, attracting many tourists and treasure hunters.

"Three adults, two students, and five children."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Kogoro Mouri, who rarely changes out of his suit and chooses a summer outfit, is checking in at the lobby of Shinjima Island.

The three adults he mentioned included himself, Yoshiki Hayashi, and Professor Agasa.

In addition, there are Sonoko and Ran, plus the five members of the Junior Detective League.

"We really owe it all to Uncle Mori this time."

Lin Jiashu, who was waiting in the back with everyone, said with a smile.

He also changed his clothes.

A loose white short-sleeved T-shirt paired with black shorts is simple yet very refreshing—compared to her usual more mature style, she looks like a college student right now.

The garden is starting to stir again.

Ran responded to Yoshiki Hayashi's words with a wry smile: "Rather than relying on Dad, it's more accurate to say that it's all thanks to Conan."

Recently, the Nichibumi newspaper has been publishing a puzzle every week to boost sales.

The puzzle was extremely difficult, and if no one solved it each week, the prize money would continue to accumulate until Kogoro Mouri sent a letter in which the accumulated prize money had reached 30 yen—but the answer was actually found by Conan.

"But I didn't expect Uncle Maori to bring everyone out on vacation. It just so happens that I've been wanting to go on a beach vacation lately."

"By the way, didn't Yoshiki-nii notice the riddle in the Daily Mail?"

"I have noticed."

Yoshiki Hayashi looked at Conan and smiled, "But I'm not very interested in 300,000 yen."

“That’s 300,000 yen…” Genta Kojima muttered.

“That’s just a drop in the ocean for Yoshiki-nii,” Yoshida Ayumi said immediately.

"Yes, I've heard that great bestselling novelists can earn an unimaginable amount of money."

When Mitsuhiko started talking about this, in response to Genta Kojima's question about "how much eel rice he could eat," he replied, "Even if you ate eel rice three times a day, you could eat it for several lifetimes, right?"

“Actually, the interest from putting it in the bank is enough to make an endless supply of eel rice,” Ai Haibara said.

Genta Kojima swallowed hard, his eyes filled with longing for the eel rice.

"Then I'll write novels when I grow up."

"No way." "Let's forget about Genta's academic grades."

"What did you say!?"

Speaking in unison with Genta Kojima was Kogoro Mouri, who was standing at the front of the stage.

His expression changed when the receptionist reported that no appointments could be found.

He clearly remembered that he had made reservations when he came, but now it was peak season on Shenhai Island, and there were almost no hotel rooms available... If they had nowhere to stay, they would have to sleep in the wild.

Fortunately, not long after, the head of the tourism section of Shenhai Island came running over.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mori. I am Iwanaga Shiro from the Tourism Division. Due to a sudden surge in tourists, all the hotels are full... But please rest assured, I went to great lengths to book hotels for you. After all, we can't let the famous Kogoro Mori sleep in the wilderness!"

He was a kind and honest-looking man wearing black-rimmed glasses.

He ran up and grabbed Kogoro Mouri's hand, saying something that really hit the nail on the head, making the middle-aged man's lips curl up in an uncontrollable smile.

However, Iwanaga Shiroji soon noticed Hayashi Yoshiki.

His eyes lit up, and he rushed over: "Oh! You must be that super famous one?!"

"Hello, I am Lin Jiashu."

"Mr. Lin!"

Grasping the hand extended by Hayashi Yoshiki, Iwanaga Shiro's face lit up with joy. "Actually, I also sent an invitation to your agency on behalf of the official authorities of Kamishima Island, but I never received a reply from you. I thought you weren't interested in us."

"Is this a physical letter?... I'm sorry, my assistant is on leave recently, and without him, I don't know what to do with that mountain of letters." Lin Jiashu said with a slightly embarrassed smile, "So I haven't seen or replied to them."

"So that's how it is."

Iwanaga Shiro nodded in understanding.

Hearing this, Ran looked at Yoshiki with a smile: "So Mr. Amuro took the day off?"

"Yeah, without his help, I really get a headache just looking at my mailbox. I decided to run away this time... I hope he won't scold me when I get back."

Seeing Lin Jiashu's slightly worried expression, Xiaolan chuckled.

Yoshiki-san sometimes gives off a surprisingly contrasting vibe, which she finds adorable.

Then she couldn't help but say, "Actually, if Yoshiki-san found it difficult, he could have asked us to come and help him earlier."

“Yeah, I’ve always been curious about what Yoshiki-san’s agency is like,” Sonoko added.