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

As the Duke of Vespania and the younger brother of the deceased Queen, Gerard not only instructed others to poison Princess Mira at a banquet, but also sent people to assassinate her.

The reason, of course, is for the throne!

After killing the queen and prince through a hunting plot, he only needs to kill Princess Mira to become the heir to the throne.

Then he will be able to create an even greater future with the ore of Vespania!

Thinking about this, Gerald, unable to contain his boiling blood, made a call with a stern face:

"Hey? Your organization must have pretty good influence in Japan, right?"

"In that case, why not strengthen our cooperation? If you help me kill that girl, I can lower the price of the stone for you."

"Humph……"

"I heard that not long ago you used our ore to make a coating and then flew your armed helicopters all the way to Tokyo Tower in Japan, right? And their air defense system didn't even react."

"of course."

“We will have a great collaboration.”

"So, I'm here waiting for your good news."

Gerald hung up the phone with a cruel sneer.

—This is it!

Vespania's minerals are enough to drive the whole world crazy.

Just imagine, if this were used on an intercontinental ballistic missile, it would create a super weapon that no radar could detect and therefore absolutely could not intercept. Any country would be scrambling to cooperate with the Kingdom of Vespania.

However, after learning of the treasure mountain's existence, his foolish sister said things like, "If we only focus on mining, Vespania's nature will be destroyed." "For profit, we will lose something irreplaceable, and those who plunder Earth's resources will ultimately be abandoned by Earth."... Does she even realize how narrow-minded her thinking is?! And just how valuable is this country now?!

Gerrard, unable to tolerate this, eventually took this step.

A king without ambition is not qualified to be king!

really...

If we had just listened to ourselves, we wouldn't have ended up like this.

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.

earlier

In a suite on a high floor of the Sakura Hotel, Lin Jiashu and Xiaolan were alone together under the watchful eyes of bodyguards.

swish

swish

Holding a fountain pen, Lin Jiashu wrote in his notebook. After finishing writing what needed to be written, he put away his notebook.

He wasn't lying when he said he was very grateful to Pisco on the day he killed Ireland.

As a founding member of the organization, the real names of some of the winery members he provided were of great help to Lin Jiashu.

"What is Jia Shu writing?"

"I have some ideas for the new work. Would you like to take a look, Ran?"

"Okay."

Lin Jiashu smiled and handed the notebook to Xiaolan.

Of course, a particular page was secretly taken down before he handed it over.

In order to disguise himself, he did write a lot of things related to Kindaichi in his notebook.

Xiaolan flipped it over slightly.

The notebook also contained some notes about Yoshiki Hayashi, who was "bad at naming things." In particular, when she saw a page with entries like "Daishiro Mori" and "Kosaburo Mori," she couldn't help but chuckle.

Lin Jiashu, on the other hand, seemed quite calm.

After flipping through the pages for a while, Xiaolan felt a little embarrassed to continue.

She closed her notebook, then looked at Lin Jiashu with a hint of embarrassment:

"Thank you, Yoshiki-san... I guess I was too willful."

"No, after all, kindness and empathy are Xiaolan's inherent qualities. I'm actually very happy that you can maintain these qualities."

Lin Jiashu picked up his teacup and said.

Xiao Lan blushed.

Out of sympathy for the princess, she ultimately decided to help her with this favor.

After he said it, Yoshiki Hayashi agreed.

But after agreeing, he negotiated with Keith, insisting that they stay with Xiaolan, and Keith compromised.

Xiaolan looked down at her legs and felt a little happy.

"I'll say it again, the princess outfit suits you very well, Xiaolan."

"...Only when I dress like this do I look like a princess, not like Yoshiki-nii." Xiaolan muttered softly, blushing. "You usually look like a prince."

"I don't think I'm dressed that extravagantly, do I?"

"I wasn't talking about clothing."

"So, what's the reason you've been practicing karate so diligently lately?"

"It's not for any particular reason, it's just that..."

Xiaolan was a little embarrassed to say it.

Lin Jiashu smiled.

He glanced at the time, then looked at the dutiful bodyguard standing at the door and said, "Excuse me, sir, could we have a moment alone? Just twenty seconds."

The bodyguard considered it for a moment, replied "okay," and then opened the door and left.

Xiao Lan immediately realized what Lin Jiashu wanted to do.

"Sorry, but looking at how cute you are, I think I'm having trouble resisting."

Xiaolan's heart pounded as he approached.

She was pulled up and shyly wanted to say something, but Lin Jiashu said instead:

"We only have less than twenty seconds."

"..."

Her voice was immediately swallowed back.

Lin Jiashu leaned down and kissed her lips.

Soft, jelly-like lips of a young girl.

The mouth is filled with a faint aroma of black tea.

Xiao Lan obediently closed her eyes and held her breath, only her long eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time.

She still felt nervous...

Lin Jiashu gently stroked her tense back, trying to help her relax.

In less than twenty seconds, she began to feel short of breath.

When she was released, her slightly panting and delicate appearance suddenly made Lin Jiashu feel sorry for her.

We should have needed a little more time...

knock knock knock

The sudden knocking sound was like a sharp needle piercing a balloon, startling Xiaolan.

She took a deep breath.

The next second, the bodyguard entered the room. He didn't react at all to the two people who were now obviously close together. He just stood there with his hands in front of him, like a silent wall.

Lin Jiashu looked at her with a smile.

"Let Uncle Mori come and keep you company first."

"Is Jia Shu leaving?"

"Okay, I'll leave for a bit, I'll be back in a little while."

"……OK."

A smile appeared on the girl's incredibly moist lips.

Lin Jiashu walked out.

He needed to confirm whether the contents written in the Death Note had been carried out, otherwise it would be quite troublesome if the person whose name was written died of cardiac arrest... He needed someone to handle the aftermath.

Lin Jiashu left the room and called Pu Siqinglan.

Chapter 368: Fujiko Mine's Dimensional Reduction Attack

夜晚

A pink motorcycle sped through the streets, while several black cars frantically chased after it.

Someone in the car even pulled out a submachine gun and started firing at the motorcycle.

Da da da da da da!

The barrage of bullets caught up with the pink motorcycle, but were intercepted by a bulletproof barrier that suddenly unfolded at the rear of the motorcycle like a peacock's tail.

"What on earth is going on?!"

The flying sparks and the completely obscured view around her caused Princess Mira to scream.

Fujiko Mine, however, chuckled happily.

"Because your princess collar contains a transmitter."

"A transmitter? Did Keith install it!?"

"If that's the case, then it's alright."

"But I don't wear the collar anymore!"

"Was it because you guys got caught swapping partners in the park? Like me?"

Amidst the hail of bullets, Fujiko Mine chuckled leisurely.

Actually, she was there to fulfill the task that Keith had given her—to grant the poor princess a day of freedom and to protect her.

Keith knew very well that Gerald would never let this opportunity to kill the princess slip by, but he also hoped that the princess could grow up quickly in this incident.

When they reached the fork in the road ahead, Fujiko Mine suddenly swerved and turned the car sideways without warning, and in that instant, she pulled out a modified miniature submachine gun.

Instantly, a barrage of bullets, as dense as a bullet screen, poured out.

The pursuing car was riddled with holes in less than a second before it exploded.

After dealing with a group of rookies, Fujiko Mine was about to say something witty, but her expression suddenly turned serious as she looked to the side—from a window of a nearby high-rise building, a sniper rifle had already been set up.

Almost a second before the gun muzzle flashed, Fujiko Mine deftly twisted the throttle.

The bullet that flew towards Princess Mira barely grazed the end of her hair.

"Sit still, little princess."

"Huh? Hu ...

Amidst Princess Mira's sharp, piercing roar, Fujiko Mine jerked the throttle sharply.

As the motorcycle sped forward, Fujiko Mine's gaze fell on the street ahead. Ignoring even the rearview mirror, she suddenly swerved and dodged the incoming bullet.

Watching the motorcycle speed away so stylishly, Grapa gritted his teeth and aimed again, defiantly refusing to give up.

Biu!

The bullet flew out, but as if he had eyes in the back of his head, Fujiko Mine dodged it with a perfectly timed dodge.

That woman...

He was somewhat unwilling, but seeing that his target had already disappeared into the distance, he had no choice but to hurry downstairs and report the matter.