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

Based on this information, we can make relevant guesses.

James Black = James Moriarty;

Rum = Colonel Moran;

Of course, this is just speculation, and Lin Jiashu will not take it as the truth until he gets concrete evidence.

But now he's at least certain that the FBI agent colluding with Rum is James!

Otherwise, there would be no reason for the other party to obtain the surveillance video of Shuichi Akai's death scene—according to Gin, after confirming Shuichi Akai's death, he had already ordered Vodka to delete all the files from the surveillance cameras.

The police and public security officers were unable to recover the data despite their efforts, so how did the FBI obtain it? It can only be that someone at the distillery sent it to him privately.

Lin Jiashu's only suspect is Rum.

Furthermore, considering Rum's intention to use the cross-age system to search for Karasuma Renya, who has not appeared for a long time, and Karasuma Renya's order for Vermouth to destroy the system... it is conceivable that Rum may have ulterior motives towards Karasuma Renya. So, is his cooperation with James Black a personal third-party position that is detached from the distillery and the FBI?

Looking at James's face, Lin Jiashu's eyes subtly darkened.

Given his close collaboration with Rum, did James Black know about Cointreau's identity as the accidental killer?

This is something he has to guard against.

Do not……

He probably didn't know, otherwise he wouldn't have shown the video directly to him.

Please do not circulate this video.

After Lin Jiashu and Conan finished watching the video, James looked at the two of them and said.

"I see."

Lin Jiashu nodded, "But may I ask how Mr. James obtained this video?"

"I'm sorry, this is a very important confidential information."

James pushed up his glasses.

They probably think they've planted a mole in the organization.

Exposing the video to Yoshiki Hayashi and Conan was a well-thought-out act of gaining their trust, as they believed that revealing the video was a risky move on his part.

James had no idea that Yoshiki Hayashi was actually Jundoo.

He shared intelligence with Rum to some extent, but the two were simply cooperating; many important intelligence exchanges required a corresponding amount of leverage.

"I understand, I won't ask again."

Lin Jiashu answered softly.

He then looked at Judy: "Miss Judy, I will tell you some of the information I know later, but at this stage, the highest priority is still the organization members who have infiltrated the hospital."

"I know."

After reviewing the video of Shuichi Akai's death once more, Judy crossed her arms over her chest, knowing exactly what was important and urgent.

"Don't even think about leaving me out this time," Conan said, looking at Yoshiki Hayashi.

Lin Jiashu chose to rub his dog's head.

"So how are we supposed to find the guys who infiltrated here? There have been at least twenty or thirty male patients hospitalized since last month. Checking them one by one would probably just alert them."

“We don’t need to investigate everyone. The nurse said that the patient was wearing the hospital’s new slippers at the time… and considering the timeframe given by the nurse, we only need to investigate the male patients who entered the hospital between December 18th and 21st.”

Conan gave a chilling smile.

After a series of checks, the final step, of course, was the classic three-choice-one-option process.

A bald elderly man with a broken right foot, a disheveled man with a sprained neck, and a middle-aged man with acute lower back pain—

"In this situation, you can call Uncle Maoli and ask him to rule out one answer first."

"...Do you think this is some kind of off-stage assistance opportunity for a quiz show?"

Conan squinted at Hayashi Yoshiki's joke.

While the two FBI agents and he were both deep in thought, Yoshiki Hayashi turned his attention to the director of Beika Central Hospital.

The other party is a spy from the brewery, an agent of the organization, and also James Black's "trustworthy friend"—it seems like he's hiding quite a few secrets.

At this moment, Lin Jiashu's mind was completely at work.

As the saying goes, other people's secrets are as sweet as nectar.

Hayashi Yoshiki was very much looking forward to it.

Chapter 379: Gin's Surprise

Ding!

The metal lighter made a clear, ringing sound.

After lighting a cigarette, Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, his dark green eyes quickly scanning the reports on his phone.

The peripheral members who were sent out to infiltrate various hospitals to search for Kir's whereabouts would report back on time, but today it seemed that they had still found nothing.

Gin was starting to get a little impatient.

If this drags on, Kiel might wake up at any time and be interrogated, potentially leading to a leak of the organization's intelligence.

That gentleman hasn't been in a good mood lately.

His failed scheme to seize the Vespania ore infuriated him. Even though the blame was mostly on Rum, Gin wouldn't get a good look from the boss if he couldn't bring good news.

"I heard that Boss Rum has been quite irritable lately, brother."

Vodka, whose injuries hadn't fully healed, didn't drink alcohol today; he was just snacking to pass the time.

What an idiot.

Gin ignored him.

Because of his previous injuries, Vodka was unable to participate in the operations of the Kingdom of Vespania. Gin didn't say anything, and Vodka didn't even know what had happened.

However, Vodka, who had nothing to do and spent his time "online" in the organization, heard that Rum had been very irritable lately.

—Because he was truly wronged.

Who the hell knew that the princess Gerald wanted them to kill was actually an imposter! And that idiot even swore that as long as he killed her, he could secure the throne, and then everyone would happily discuss cooperation.

As a result, that idiot was completely fooled, and his mess left a bunch of loopholes. He didn't even make it to the princess's procession before he was imprisoned the day before.

However, Karasuma Renya wouldn't care about any of that.

He wouldn't listen to the excuses of the losers; he only knew that because of Rum's stupidity, the access to Vespania ore had been temporarily shut down, and he was rightfully to take the blame.

hum!hum!

Gin's phone suddenly vibrated.

Upon receiving the text message and opening it, his expression froze for a moment, then a smile spread across his face.

The next second he received another call.

"Hey, it's me."

"Gin."

Rum's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"what's up?"

"Still can't find Kiel's location, huh?" Rum's voice trailed off with a seemingly cheerful hum. "But more importantly, I have something important to tell you."

"Speak if you have something to say."

"I've received information that Cointreau seems to be getting very close to the FBI these days."

"I know."

"What?"

Hearing Rum's surprised voice, Gin's tone was unusually cheerful: "At Beika Central Hospital, is that it? Whether it's Kir or Cointreau and the FBI—"

"...Since you understand, then I have nothing more to say."

Rum hung up the phone immediately.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Gin chuckled.

Rum seems a bit anxious. It looks like the boss gave him a good scolding, making him eager to produce results.

His gaze returned to the text message he had just received.

When did Cointreau, who killed Shuichi Akai, come into contact with the FBI?

At this moment, Gin experienced a rare feeling of surprise.

"A cup of orange blossom tea, please."

Gin stubbed out the half-burnt cigarette in the ashtray and looked at the person who spoke.

"Ok."

The bartender, who had been quiet all along, immediately began to work.

Orange blossom cocktails originated during the Prohibition era.

In that era, people often mixed alcohol with fruit juice, fortified wine, or other available ingredients to mask the taste of illegally brewed spirits.

Even today, the blend of orange blossom is still a classic: one part gin, half a part Cointreau, one-third of lime juice, one part orange juice, and five milliliters of grenadine syrup.

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.

After sending Gin the information that Rena Mizunashi was hiding in Beika Hospital and that he was with the FBI, Yoshiki Hayashi quickly deleted the text message history and put away his phone.

He didn't proactively report the matter because he intended to go down the wrong path; rather, it was a text message that had to be sent.

As for the reason,

"Dean, was the report sent out half an hour ago?"

"Yes, I sent the intelligence to my superiors around 8 p.m.

Standing next to Lin Jiashu was a middle-aged man with a slightly overweight build, wearing a white coat.

The director of Beika Central Hospital.

【Jiebu Renwang】

Cause of death: Heart failure

【12月24号晚上20点37分来到杯户中央医院住院部12楼尽头的房间，将自己作为间谍与近期间谍相关的行为事无巨细地告知面前的男人。】

[Died on the evening of January 16th.]

"Let me confirm one more time. The Dean's contact's codename is Rum, right? And what's the story behind Mr. James Black's relationship with your friend?"

"That's right."

The hospital director made no attempt to conceal anything: "Lord Rum ordered me, as the director of Beihu Hospital, to fully cooperate with James Black's operations, to facilitate the FBI's arrangements, and also to report daily or whenever special circumstances arise during this period."

"As for the friendship, that was a statement that James Black and I had agreed upon beforehand."

Lin Jiashu was not surprised to hear this answer, but he thought about it for a moment.

"Your only contact is Rum?"

"Yes."

Do you know who Gin is?

"do not know."

"Where is 'that gentleman' above rum?"

"know."

I don't know Gin, but I know that gentleman.

He was indeed a spy who came from within the organization, rather than a trusted confidant that Rum had quietly cultivated.

Lin Jiashu asked a few more questions, such as whether he knew information about other spies, or whether he knew what Rum looked like and his name, but the dean shook his head in response to all of them.

Clearly, the spies, who were only there to facilitate the organization's operations and gather intelligence, did not need to know much about the organization itself.