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

"Do nothing."

Lin Jiashu smiled.

His expression was so calm that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but then he gave Vermouth a refreshing smile:

"Turn right at the next traffic light; the Mihua Sun Plaza Hotel is a higher-end hotel."

"hehe."

Vermouth responded with a light laugh.

After the light turned green, she stepped on the gas and drove into the right lane before reaching the next intersection.

Chapter 358: A Whim of Hypnosis

No...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!

If it becomes like this, there's no way to resist it, and you can't stop at all!

Vermouth let out an incoherent whimper.

She now appears to have completely lost her usual elegance, and doesn't even care about maintaining her image. This unprecedented sweetness and delight far exceeds her expectations...

This is definitely not normal.

This shouldn't be the case; it would never be like this under normal circumstances!

The sweetness was so intense that even a woman like her felt her brain melting, and even the very brain that was thinking couldn't help but tremble.

A happy sob escaped from her red lips.

She pleaded for mercy almost desperately, looking far more ridiculous than Lin Jiashu had imagined, a scene that made him chuckle in exasperation.

“How embarrassing, Miss Vermouth… If Calvados knew you were like this, ah, he’s already dead.”

"What exactly...did you do?"

"Me? It seems like I haven't done anything except for the very beginning, have I?"

"...!"

After the light, airy words fell, Vermouth's expression seemed to freeze.

Her eye makeup was ruined by the tears, and she looked stunned. She turned around hesitantly, and after seeing everything clearly, her gaze wavered, and she forced a somewhat awkward smile.

Yes, Cointreau did nothing.

He simply sat there in a position that made it convenient for him...

Vermouth did all of this herself, and shamefully begged for mercy on her own.

Even though Vermouth has little sense of shame, at this moment she still wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into—as someone above those in high positions, Vermouth, who usually enjoys teasing others, seems to have an extraordinary sense of self-respect, but at this moment her so-called self-respect is incredibly fragile and cheap.

Lin Jiashu looked at the ring on her hand.

I never imagined they could do something like this...

He only tried it on a whim, but the results were surprisingly good.

It truly lives up to its reputation as something capable of instantly pulling people into an illusion.

"It's still early."

"I wonder if Miss Vermouth has ever participated in a marathon?"

“I participated once before, but I left when I was only five kilometers from the finish line because I didn’t want to attract too much attention… But back then I was in such good shape that I could have run two more laps without any problem.”

Lin Jiashu's voice became very gentle.

That's how he usually speaks; his gentle eyes always have a sense of clarity, and his bright expression makes people feel close to him from the bottom of their hearts.

What do you mean?

Was he boasting about his physical strength?

Vermouth was almost distracted by what he was saying, because Hayashi Yoshiki had already stood up.

He smiled and gently hugged Vermouth.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

A few days later...

Lin Jiashu found a computer that wasn't connected to the internet and checked the contents that Pu Siqinglan had copied back.

The list of spies copied by the brewery spy Masaaki Okakura was not complete; it did not include himself, and there were a total of twenty-three people on the list.

Some of these spies became secretaries to members of parliament, some infiltrated hospitals, and some controlled media outlets...

However, the list did not include any spies who had joined police or public security agencies.

Lin Jiashu was a little disappointed with the result, but not much.

After all, this information is related to the distillery, and even if it doesn't seem useful right now, it might come in handy someday.

Just then, the phone rang, and he pressed the answer button.

"Hey? What's wrong, Yoko?"

"Yoshiki-kun~ Hehe, there's something I want to discuss with you."

Yoko Okino smiled sweetly on the other end of the phone.

Lin Jiashu shut down the computer, got up, walked to the balcony, and opened the curtains: "Sure, what's up?"

"A friend of mine said she's been hit with some pranks lately and wants to seek a detective's help... I was wondering if I could ask Mr. Mori for help?"

"Uncle Mori?"

Lin Jiashu was slightly surprised, "Aren't you asking me to go help?"

"That's because... um, hehe~"

Not wanting to reveal that her friend was a beautiful TV host, Yoko Okino, sensing her own jealousy, chuckled and changed the subject, "I'll tell Yoshiki-kun the reason later. Perhaps Mr. Mori could help me?"

"Uncle Mori probably won't refuse, but Yoko, you can just have your agent contact him yourself."

"But if I don't tell Yoshiki-kun about this, I'm worried you'll overthink it and think I'm deliberately avoiding asking you for help."

"...Thank you, Yoko."

Hearing her say that, Lin Jiashu was actually quite happy.

Yoko Okino gave a charming smile.

"But Yoko, you've been too busy lately, haven't you? Recording shows and filming dramas, don't overwork yourself."

"I know, but the script for this drama is really good, Yoshiki-kun, you yourself think it's great... so I definitely have to do my best."

"Then remember to get some rest."

The two chatted on the phone for a while longer before hanging up.

Yoko's friends, and pranks...

Lin Jiashu immediately thought of Mizunashi Rena.

It seems that ever since Mizunashi Rena, the brewery has gradually turned into a water factory. The codenamed members that appeared later were either undercover agents, traitors, or useless.

So, is there anything we can take advantage of in this situation?

Lin Jiashu began to think carefully.

The incident involving Rena Mizunashi was essentially another clash between the FBI and the Black Organization, and it also laid the foundation for Conan's future in-depth cooperation with the FBI.

However, Yoshiki Hayashi remembered what Gin had said before: "Rum only has a knack for dealing with the FBI." In addition, there was some information about Vermouth... All of these things pointed to the fact that Rum had someone in the FBI, and in a high position.

In this situation, Lin Jiashu must be cautious if he contacts the FBI.

After gradually figuring things out, Yoshiki Hayashi picked up his phone and called Kogoro Mouri.

"Uncle Maori, it's me. Are you resting?"

"Huh? Ashu? Hah—ah, what's up?" A yawning sound came from the other end.

"Yoko asked me to call you and ask if you're free to participate in the show 'Yoko's Four-Minute Kitchen' tomorrow."

"Yoko's 4-Minute Kitchen? What?! They invited me to go?! Really?!"

"fake."

"Fake!?"

Kogoro Mouri, who had been so excited he had jumped up from his chair, immediately frowned upon hearing this reply. "You're just making fun of me, aren't you?!" he snapped angrily.

"Haha, because I'm the one going to be on that show, but Yoko has reserved a few spots at the recording studio. Do you want to come?"

"Yes! Of course I'll go!"

Chapter 359: That woman is a member of the organization.

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"Yoko Okino's Four-Minute Kitchen, today's special guest is mystery novelist and famous detective Yoshiki Hayashi."

"Alright, see you at the same time next week then~"

Facing the camera, Yoko Okino, wearing an apron, waved with a smile and said.

Lin Jiashu also smiled and made a peace sign in front of the camera.

The on-site director gave an OK sign, and the stage manager immediately mobilized the staff to clean up.

"Great! Excellent! Thank you for your hard work."

"Everyone has worked hard."

While the staff were exchanging words of encouragement, Ran and Conan were clapping in the audience, while Kogoro Mouri stood to the side, staring at Yoshiki Hayashi as if he could take his place.

Yoko Okino remained seated in her chair, happily propping her cheek up with her hand as she looked at Yoshiki Hayashi.

"What's wrong?"

"I just feel really happy~ Yoshiki-kun did a really good job just now."

Because of the many people around, Yoko Okino managed to keep her emotions under control.

—When we were filming just now, Yoshiki-kun was looking into her eyes, and she couldn't help but show a happy expression several times.

"Yes, Mr. Lin wasn't nervous at all during the live broadcast, that's impressive!"

The show's director also came up to praise the show, his face beaming with excitement: "And because Mr. Lin was a special guest, this episode's ratings have increased dramatically!"

Is that so?

Yoshiki Hayashi appeared very gentle, "But actually I'm quite nervous, after all, it's Yoko wearing an apron making breakfast for me, such a morning is just too wonderful... How about, Director, you consider making me a regular guest on this show?"

His joke made Yoko unable to stop the corners of her mouth from turning up in a crazy smile.

Ran, watching the interaction between the two, couldn't help but stop clapping. Meanwhile, Kogoro Mouri beside her gritted his teeth, saying, "What do you mean, 'make you a regular guest'?! You little brat, Itsuki, you're dreaming! Damn it… why didn't you invite me? I want to eat Yoko-san's homemade breakfast too—"

"Calm down, Uncle."

Seeing the staff around him trying not to laugh, Conan, feeling a little embarrassed, couldn't help but say, "Yoshiki-nii was just being polite."

Social slang...

Yes, that's how Jia Shu always is. He's always very polite when he interacts with others, and he has a kind of mature, adult-like demeanor.

Xiao Lan thought to herself.

At that moment, Yoshiki Hayashi and Yoko Okino walked over.

Just moments ago, Kogoro Mouri was utterly humiliated, but in front of his idol, he put on a completely different face. He pulled out an autographed book with a serious expression and said, "Could you please sign this for me, Ms. Yoko?"

"Ah, okay."

Yoko Okino immediately reached out and took it.

Lin Jiashu smiled at Xiaolan, whose face flushed slightly, and she cutely pouted her lips as if in response.

No one else noticed this.

"I'm so lucky, I never expected to be able to come to Ms. Yoko's program recording."

Kogoro Mouri looked delighted upon receiving the autograph.