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

After a while,

He laughed.

"Thank you, Shiho."

They were calling her by her original name.

The girl's heart tightened.

Looking at that smiling face, she almost immediately realized that he was about to say something evasive and that she didn't want to hear at all...

It's always the same, every single time—

When will he ever start thinking about himself, and about me...?

With her eyes red and moist, she finally couldn't hold back any longer. Angrily, she leaned in and forcefully blocked Lin Jiashu's lips, who was about to speak.

Chapter 421: Thank you for helping me complete an interesting experiment.

"What?! You mean we owe it all to another armed group?"

"Yes! Their target was probably the deadly bacteria on the red Siamese cat's hand. They left immediately after getting what they wanted."

After bringing the scene under control, Nakamori Ginzo immediately reported to the Metropolitan Police Department.

After explaining the situation, he asked the most important question: "Now that the airship is back to normal, shall we continue our flight to Osaka?"

"...Please land later. We need to hold an emergency press conference to inform the public that the airship is completely safe before we can arrange for your landing."

"Ok, I see."

That's the end of the story.

Although the bacteria was obtained by another group of dangerous individuals, at least this incident was properly resolved.

Nakamori Ginzo immediately discussed the matter with Suzuki Jirokichi.

Meanwhile, Lin Jiashu boarded the surface of the airship.

Night had fallen.

The bright moonlight and the distant city created a tranquil backdrop as a huge airship slowly glided over the mountaintop.

A figure stood there, overlooking the city at night.

“If you’re infected, don’t stand in such a high place and get windy, Mr. Fujioka.”

"Come on."

Takamichi Fujioka, who calls himself a freelance writer and was also the first "infected" person, stood there with his hands in his pockets. He turned around and said, "You've already discovered that there are no killer bacteria on this airship at all."

"So it must have been tough for you to get lacquer all over your body for the role, especially on your face... It must have been very itchy."

Lin Jiashu walked up to him.

Thanks to the size of this airship, walking on it is as easy as walking on flat ground.

"When I used that towel, I only dared to wipe the back of my hand slightly as a formality."

"..."

Takamichi Fujioka frowned. He realized something from Yoshiki Hayashi's words and found it hard to believe: "You mean, you discovered the raw lacquer on that towel a long time ago?"

That's right.

"That's ridiculous." Takamichi Fujioka sneered. "So this is how you got your reputation as a famous detective by putting on a show?"

If he had discovered the raw lacquer on the towel earlier, he wouldn't have been able to use this trick to get himself locked up.

Takamichi Fujioka's plan was perfect.

He successfully isolated the troublesome students, Yoshiki and Ran, by feigning a bacterial infection, and Kogoro Mouri became his next target. Originally, he planned to trick Kogoro into going to the smoking room, but when he didn't fall for it, he had no choice but to put sleeping pills in his beer…

Unfortunately, plans can't keep up with changes.

Damn it, the sudden appearance of a group of armed men targeting bacteria made Takamichi Fujioka so angry he wanted to curse.

Not only were all the mercenaries he hired killed, but Hayashi Yoshiki also escaped and exposed the fact that there were no bacteria at all. Fujioka Takamichi's original plan was to release a large amount of smoke through the smoke generator when the airship flew to Nara City. This would cause the Nara citizens, who would know that bacteria were being released on the airship, to flee in panic, and Fujioka Takamichi's teammates would take advantage of the emptiness in Nara City to steal precious Buddhist statues and artifacts.

But now everything has fallen through.

"Just like you, Mr. Fujioka."

Lin Jiashu laughed and said, "I'll use the excuse of being infected to escape from the hostages and hide behind the scenes to give orders to the mercenaries... Similarly, I need to get away from everyone's eyes for a while, otherwise it would be bad to be exposed."

"..."

what?

What exactly is he saying?

Takamichi Fujioka opened his mouth.

"You mean that group of people..."

"Don't make that pathetic face. I'm just playing the same trick on you. Or is it that it's so hard for you to accept that I have a good reputation and seem like a good person but actually have another identity?"

"Stop joking!"

With a cold expression, Fujioka Takamichi pulled a gun from his waist and pointed it at Hayashi Yoshiki.

The latter had a smiling expression on his face.

Under the black night sky, his figure, shrouded in moonlight, revealed a look of condescension and mockery in his dark eyes.

not right...

Takamichi Fujioka immediately realized that the renowned detective in front of him was not a normal person at all!

"It doesn't matter whether you called those people or not, they've already left by helicopter, right?"

"Blame it on your overconfidence in coming to find me all by yourself."

"Humph……"

"To tell you the truth, I have two more men lurking on the airship. While they're on board, they'll subdue the guys below who've just let their guard down. After that, the airship will descend, and we'll leave via the speedboat parked by the bridge. As for you—"

"Just wait to die in the explosion!"

With a sinister grin on his face, Takamichi Fujioka pulled the trigger.

boom!boom!

In the flash of the gun muzzle, the bullets flew through the high-altitude gale, whizzing past Lin Jiashu's ears on either side.

The latter remained motionless, and even the smile that had been mocking them had not changed.

Takamichi Fujioka scoffed.

He originally intended to scare the other person and see how flustered they would become, but he didn't expect the other person to be so bold...

"The next shot will be aimed at your head!"

"Then you can aim a little higher. Do you need me to move forward a bit more?"

As Lin Jiashu spoke, he actually stepped forward.

Fujioka Takamichi's expression changed, and he immediately pulled the trigger.

However, this time the bullet still grazed Lin Jiashu's shoulder.

Do you believe in fate?

"To be honest, I don't like that word, and I don't believe in fate—because it makes me feel like the world is fake."

"Human beings are free."

"From breathing to pulse, and then to consciousness and thought existing in the brain, everything is real and free."

"So I don't believe in fate. After all, people can sometimes have completely different lives just because of a slight deviation in their free thinking—like someone who is destined to be in a car accident, who may have avoided misfortune by just stepping on the brakes five minutes earlier."

What is this guy talking about?

Takamichi Fujioka, annoyed by what he heard, angrily pulled the trigger on Yoshiki Hayashi.

boom! boom! boom!

Bullets flew out one after another.

However, all the bullets missed their mark, a phenomenon that Fujioka Takamichi found hard to believe—he was very confident in his marksmanship, especially now that Hayashi Yoshiki was slowly approaching and the distance between them was getting shorter and shorter.

why?

Or is it because of this airship?

Is it due to the curvature of the airship's surface, or is it due to being at high altitude?

Takamichi Fujioka was somewhat confused.

Then Lin Jiashu took out a notebook from his pocket.

"but."

“Mr. Fujioka, it is a pity that when your name was written on this piece of paper, you had already lost your freedom and were bound by fate.”

"But I still want to thank you for helping me complete an interesting experiment."

Chapter 422: Failure and Success

Let's rewind a little...

Location change

"Hey, hello!"

"Mr. Ishimoto?!"

"What’s wrong with you!?"

"Get out of the way!"

When photographer Junpei Ishimoto suddenly widened his eyes, tensed up, clutched his heart, and collapsed, everyone around him was startled.

Just as Kogoro Mouri was waking up from the effects of the sleeping pills and still a little dazed, he immediately stepped forward to check on him.

As he collapsed, Ishimoto Junpei's eyes were wide open, his face contorted in agony, clutching his chest in obvious pain.

After examining the body, Kogoro Mouri shook his head.

"died."

"...How could that be?"

The crowd found it hard to believe.

"It's cardiac arrest. Does he have a history of heart disease?" Kogoro Mouri asked director Masaki Mizukawa.

The latter looked puzzled and hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "This, I don't know... Although we were both sent by Nichiuri TV, this is actually the first time I've met Mr. Ishimoto."

"Perhaps Miss Nishitani knows?"

Where is Miss Nishitani?

"I haven't seen her since just now."

The group looked around but couldn't find the female reporter, Nishitani Kasumi.

The group assumed he was just going to the restroom or looking for a place to relax and didn't pay any attention until Kogoro Mouri suddenly noticed something strange about Junpei Ishimoto's waist. He went over and lifted it up to take a look, only to find a gun tucked into the waistband.

He immediately realized something was wrong.

"wrong!"

"Find Nishiya Kasumi quickly!"

-

When using the Death Note to control the actions of the person whose name is written on it, you cannot cause the death of a third party, otherwise the person whose name is written on it will die directly from cardiac arrest.

In other words, whether it's manipulating someone whose name is on the document to randomly shoot and kill passersby, or randomly run over and kill them with a car, or even having them crash into a plane full of passengers—none of these are acceptable.

So, what if someone manipulates the person whose name is being written into the Death Note to write other people's names in it?

Lin Jiashu wrote the following regarding Ishimoto Junpei's manipulation of the situation: "Go to the common lounge on the fourth floor of the airship, walk to the last table, and use the black pen next to it to write down the name of the mastermind behind this airship hijacking on a piece of paper on the table."