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

Don't worry, not yet.

Sera Masumi, as if she had forgotten that she had almost been blown up in the head, eagerly said, "Let's break in."

She had just discovered the whereabouts of Moriyama Jin, who had changed his name, that night, so she couldn't wait to tell Conan and rushed over.

The two quickly arrived at Moriyama Jin's residence, only to hear the sound of a car engine as soon as they got close—Moriyama Jin was driving a BMW, slowly emerging from the underground parking garage.

But his car had just driven out of the underground parking garage and hadn't even finished going uphill when a bullet shattered the windshield and struck him squarely in the heart.

The spurting blood immediately covered the steering wheel. Moriyama Jinren's subconscious physical reaction before dying was to press the accelerator harder. The BMW, which was slowly climbing the hill, immediately accelerated and rushed out of the underground garage, crashing into the railing where it had come out of the garage.

Sera Masumi and Conan, who had just arrived, witnessed this scene. Their pupils contracted, and they both looked in the direction from which the bullets had come.

Sera Masumi immediately grabbed Conan and got on the motorcycle.

The two rushed toward the building where the sniper was, estimating the time and barging into the building before the killer could leave.

"Where?!"

"Blonde foreigners...where can I find them?"

The two men stood in the lobby on the first floor, patrolling back and forth, their eyes fixed on every guest entering or leaving the building.

But no one seemed to notice anything unusual.

The office building's receptionist looked at the two strange guests with some confusion.

Just then, the elevator in the lobby dinged and opened as it descended from the upper floor. Conan looked over immediately and saw a woman inside who looked somewhat familiar.

A short-haired woman wearing an elegant and form-fitting light blue cheongsam carried only a small handbag.

Conan remembered seeing her on the Suzuki family's cruise ship. She seemed to notice their gaze and looked over with surprise… but the next second, another woman standing near the elevator spoke to Urako Seiran:

"Hurry up, the appointment time is about to expire."

"Sorry, it took me a while to pick out the clothes."

Although she disliked Shimizu Reiko, a perfectly timed gentle smile appeared on Urashi Seiran's face at this moment.

"Hey, hurry up!"

Shimizu Reiko smiled broadly as she pushed Pu Siqinglan out of the building.

The women, who interacted like two best friends, did not attract Sera Masumi's attention. Conan only glanced at them a couple of times because he saw a familiar face before continuing to search for any possible traces of a sniper.

Finally, unable to sit still any longer, Conan gritted his teeth and rushed into the elevator, heading straight for the top floor of the building.

When we arrived at the rooftop, we found it completely empty.

Only at the edge of the railing remained a 51-millimeter-long empty bullet casing and a blue die with the "3" facing up.

He was incredulous and quickly ran to the railing to look down, but even with the magnification function that Professor Agasa had given his glasses, he couldn't find any suspicious figures.

Am I still too late...?

He was somewhat unwilling.

the other side,

"Yoshiki-kun, what kind of movie do you want to watch?"

In Yoko Okino's apartment, Yoshiki Hayashi sat on the sofa, watching with a smile as the popular idol happily chose the movie to watch that night.

"Any movie is fine, except for crime movies."

"Eh~ You're a detective, but you don't watch crime movies?"

"Because it might be a little boring."

As Lin Jiashu spoke, his gaze drifted to the phone placed to the side.

The phone screen lit up silently for a moment.

He unlocked the phone and saw a text message from Pu Siqinglan saying "Mission complete".

Yoko Okino was still there, selecting movies.

Lin Jiashu smiled, replied "Okay," then deleted the text message, put down his phone, and walked towards Okino Yoko.

"Hey, what's this video?"

"Hey, Yoshiki-kun, put it down first—!"

Chapter 441: See you later

"I didn't expect that Jin Moriyama had already returned to Japan."

"Yes, that was a real miscalculation."

"First it was real estate developer Hiroaki Tengbo, then it was Jin Moriyama... The fact that these two were murdered one after another makes it almost certain that Hunter is the culprit."

"Yes, not only were the bullets found in Moriyama Jin's car of the same caliber as the MK-11 that Hunter used, but when we arrived at the hotel rooftop where the sniper was taking the shot after receiving the emergency call, we also found the same shell casings and dice. In addition, this morning, a hotel cleaner unexpectedly found an MK-11 sniper rifle packed in a golf bag in the hallway."

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

In the meeting room of the task force jointly established with the FBI, the details of last night's case are currently being discussed.

Lin Jiashu was also present at the meeting.

After all, he was acquainted with people in the FBI and was also a consultant to the police, so being invited to the meeting was something both sides were happy to see.

"Was it only discovered this morning in the stairwell?"

Lin Jiashu asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, both guests and staff usually take the elevator, but this morning the cleaning staff unexpectedly found a golf bag hidden in the corridor on the 13th floor while cleaning the corridor."

Shiratori Ninzaburo answered Hayashi Yoshiki's question, and added:

“We examined the evidence immediately after retrieving it. The gunpowder residue on the muzzle confirmed that this was the gun Hunter used to snipe Moriyama Jin last night… However, the gun body and scope were very clean, which means they were deliberately cleaned so that no useful information was left behind.”

Of course, no information will be left behind.

Hayashi Yoshiki specifically instructed Urashi Seiran to thoroughly clean up all traces on the gun and at the scene. Furthermore, precisely to prevent Conan from possibly appearing at the scene, he specifically instructed Urashi Seiran to leave the gun in the stairwell and not take it with her—although with Shimizu Reiko's cover, Conan was unlikely to suspect Urashi Seiran, but in that situation, her carrying a bag that could hold a sniper rifle would still attract his attention.

"Why did Hunter leave the gun at the scene?"

Inspector Megure had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Perhaps it was too conspicuous to leave with the bag given the circumstances."

James crossed his arms, and after speaking, he looked at Lin Jiashu and asked, "Mr. Lin, what do you think?"

"It's highly likely that's the case. However, I have a question."

"Please speak."

"As mentioned before, Hunter survived only after being shot in the head and undergoing extremely dangerous surgery upon returning to the battlefield, right?" Lin Jiashu asked with a puzzled look. "I don't know much about snipers, but wouldn't a severe head injury affect sniping skills?"

"This one……"

James adjusted his glasses.

The surrounding police officers looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Unfortunately, we don't know if that serious injury left Hunter with any severe aftereffects, but a severe brain injury would generally definitely affect shooting ability."

Judy said.

Lin Jiashu fell into a brief silence upon hearing this.

He stared at the table in front of him, remaining silent for a while, and no one around him made a sound to disturb him.

A moment later, Lin Jiashu raised his head.

“I’m wondering if the killer deliberately left the MK-11 in the hotel to make us even more certain that the killer is Hunter—after all, we have so much information about Hunter, and even though we’ve never actually seen what the killer looks like, we’re almost convinced that the killer can only be Hunter.”

"Could it be someone else?"

"Of course, we can't say that... but I think it's possible. Of course, this is just something I, as a mystery novelist, am used to imagining how the story could take a turn."

Lin Jiashu smiled as he spoke.

Inspector Megure and the others could only scratch their heads.

"But in any case, those killed should all be people Hunter wanted revenge on... The dice left at the scene first showed a 4, then a 3, and according to FBI intelligence, Hunter's hated targets just happened to be two people left."

The two men were named Jack Waltz and Bill Murphy.

Both are Americans and former Navy SEALs—Jack Waltz was a former Army captain who reported Hunter for violating the rules of engagement and was Hunter's former superior; while the remaining Bill Murphy was Jack's subordinate and a witness who retaliated when Jack reported Hunter.

Coincidentally, both of them are currently in Japan.

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Kevin Yoshino found Timothy Hunter the next day.

When he arrived, the latter was beaming with joy, for he had heard the news of the death of Moriyama Jin, who had killed his sister.

But Kevin's expression was rather unpleasant.

"Something's not right, Mr. Hunter, I didn't kill Moriyama Jin!"

"what?"

“I was planning to take action last night. I had already scouted the hotel and disposed of the security cameras, but I was inexplicably involved in a car accident when I went to the building to make my move…”

Kevin's expression looked somewhat gloomy and flustered.

Hunter immediately asked him what was going on.

Kevin immediately recounted the car accident he had last night. His car was almost flipped over, and the driver in the pickup truck was drunk. At the time, he thought it was just bad luck to run into a drunk bastard, but before he could even make a move, he learned that Moriyama Jin had been killed, and that the bullet casings and dice he had planned to keep were left at the scene!

This situation immediately made Kevin realize that something was wrong.

Who exactly would target Jin Moriyama?

Moreover, not only was the timing perfect, but they also arranged for someone to intercept him, and even the leftover bullet casings and dice were exactly as he and Mr. Hunter had planned... Doesn't this mean that his every move was being watched by the other party?

Kevin suddenly felt uneasy.

After taking a swig of his drink, Hunter remained silent for a moment.

"Whoever did it, let's act as we initially agreed."

"But--"

"I can't care about that anymore."

Hunter smiled and put down his bottle. "I just hope to reunite with them soon, and I also hope they can go to hell with me."

"..."

Seeing the battlefield hero he had always admired now looking so dejected and even somewhat weak... Kevin's heart was immediately filled with inexplicable anger. He lowered his head and got up without saying a word.

Hunter didn't look at his expression.

He simply picked up the bottle, took another sip, and said, "See you later."

"...See you later."

Kevin's voice was deep.

Chapter 442: Gin Doing Hair

I pinched my slightly overgrown bangs and walked into the barbershop located in a secluded alley. I could feel that the air conditioning inside was very strong.

Welcome!

"Good afternoon, oh dear..."

After greeting the barber in the shop, Lin Jiashu's gaze was quickly drawn to the customers in the corner.

A tall man, wearing a stuffy black overcoat, sat with his legs crossed.

Although his face was obscured by the hair dryer, his striking silver hair was quite eye-catching.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Gin looked away from the magazine in his hand and then saw a pair of feet come into view.

"I was just wondering if I would actually run into you here someday, and I never thought I would."