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

"I'm off today."

Gin's indifferent voice came from under the hair dryer.

The hot steam, like white mist, blurred his vision, but looking at Gin in this state, Yoshiki Hayashi felt uneasy.

—If someone were to stand outside the store and set up a sniper rifle against Gin right now, he wouldn't be able to escape, would he?

Lin Jiashu came here today to get a haircut.

After a previous operation, he had gone to get his hair done with Gin—this ruthless killer seemed indifferent to everything, but secretly he actually valued his flowing silver hair.

He gets his hair treated every month at very high-end salons—but to avoid being tracked, he won't visit the same salon twice in a long while.

Is it almost over?

"What's the matter?"

"I'd like to borrow Chianti or Cohen."

"..."

A rare, unexpected glint appeared in Gin's eyes, shrouded in mist.

What need would Cointreau have for using snipers?

No, what is he planning to do now?

Speaking of which, there hasn't been much news lately. From Gin's perspective, all he knows is that Cointreau recently orchestrated a group of mercenaries to inexplicably hijack a Suzuki Group airship and used non-existent killer bacteria to scare the entire city of Osaka into chaos... He's just a madman.

What angered me most was that I actually thought he was about to die and rushed over to save him.

Why are you silent?

"If you need anything, go find those two yourself."

Anyway, they probably won't refuse.

That's what Gin meant.

The organization does not prevent its members from helping each other, just as Vermouth once arbitrarily ordered Calvados around.

However, there is a small hidden danger: if members get too close, and one of them is perceived as having a problem by the organization, the other person will likely also be viewed with prejudice.

"It's because they can't say no to me that I have a headache."

“I feel like Cohen has become more and more obsessed lately. In the past two days, he has sent me several names asking which one I should change to next, and how someone should die to make their death more artistic.”

"If I ask Chianti for help, I don't want to go out drinking with her."

Yoshiki Hayashi sat down next to Gin.

Upon hearing this, Gin fell silent.

Cohen had always been seen as a quiet, reliable, and honest tool in Gin's eyes, but because of Cointreau, his increasingly obsessive behavior even made Gin unable to stand it anymore.

As for Chianti...

The more Jundu avoided that overly energetic guy, the more determined he became to keep up with him.

Lin Jiashu is very good at dealing with women.

But he was somewhat helpless against this kind of woman who was so unreserved and brazen, chasing after him and wanting to sleep with him.

"Let me know the time later."

"OK."

Lin Jiashu sounded somewhat relieved after the successful negotiation.

He got up and went over when the barber started calling him.

Gin snorted.

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.

"Did you go get a haircut?"

"Well, it felt a bit too long in all aspects, so I made some minor adjustments. How does it feel?"

"Quite good looking."

Looking at Hayashi Yoshiki's face, Ai Haibara answered quite frankly.

In most cases, she does have a rather straightforward personality.

Lin Jiashu smiled.

He didn't say anything more, but focused his attention on the road ahead, and the atmosphere in the car became silent.

Ai Haibara also fell silent.

She just felt a little awkward.

Today is her first meeting with Yoshiki Hayashi since the Suzuki Tower...

Compared to before, the atmosphere between the two of them when they are alone now always feels a bit unnatural.

Ai Haibara didn't quite like this feeling, but the fact that Yoshiki Hayashi didn't respond at the time made her very angry.

"Speaking of which, I ran into Gin when I went to get my hair cut today. He was getting a hair treatment."

"Is this some kind of lame joke?"

"It's so disheartening that you don't believe me."

"That's ridiculous."

"Otherwise, why do you think he's been able to keep that silver hair so eye-catching?"

Lin Jiashu suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! Speaking of which, I'm a little curious. Will he collect every single hair that falls out at the barbershop and take it with him... I should have stayed there a little longer."

"..."

Even if she thought Yoshiki Hayashi was telling a lame joke, Ai Haibara still couldn't imagine that scene.

Mentioning Gin only makes her expression stiffen.

As if she didn't want to talk about the topic, she looked out the window, but her childlike yet intelligent voice reached Lin Jiashu's ears: "I have already tested the new version of the antidote for APTX4869, and the drug resistance problem has been improved."

"Really? As expected of you."

The temporary antidote for APTX4869 that Ai Haibara researched is not something that can be taken casually... In the original work, Conan has returned to his original form quite a few times, but in reality, his resistance to the temporary antidote is getting stronger and stronger.

For example, the effect of the first temporary antidote can last for about 24 hours, but if you take the second one immediately after taking the first, the effect will only last for 3 or 4 hours... If you keep taking it continuously, you may eventually be unable to turn back to your original state.

"Looking at you now, I feel like I've almost forgotten what you used to look like."

"..."

Ai Haibara's young cheeks were slightly flushed.

Her gaze was fixed on the street outside the window, as if she hadn't heard Lin Jiashu's sigh.

But after a while...

Her gaze then fell upon Lin Jiashu, and she suddenly asked:

Would you like to take another look?

"...Does this mean you're thinking of taking a temporary antidote?"

Lin Jiashu did not answer, but looked at her in surprise.

The girl gave him a look that said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"how is this possible?"

"is it?"

"..."

Ai Haibara fell silent.

She stopped dwelling on the topic and simply looked out the car window at the road, quietly thinking about the matter.

Chapter 443: Preparing to Finish Up

Just two days after Jin Moriyama's death, news of Hunter's death suddenly broke in the news.

Timothy Hunter.

The gaunt, blond man was found dead in his residence, killed by a bullet to the head. He was found clutching an MK-11 sniper rifle, suggesting he had been defeated in a shootout with other snipers.

When Lin Jiashu heard the news, he hadn't even had lunch yet when Judy, who happened to be going the same way, hurriedly took him to the Metropolitan Police Department's conference room.

"Mr. Lin, the situation is exactly as you guessed."

"The killer is not Hunter. He left the MK-11 in the hotel hallway to confuse the police and the FBI."

Shiratori Ninzaburo stood in the center of the conference room, and as soon as he saw Lin Jiashu, he immediately spoke.

"I heard about these things from Miss Judy on the way here. Is there anything else you've discovered?"

"Yes, our police found Henry's diary in the room where he was hiding, and after translating it, we made a major discovery."

Shiratori Ninzaburo immediately nodded and pointed to several photos posted on the whiteboard.

Those were photos of several diary entries written in English.

Hayashi Yoshiki can easily understand it without translation:

On August 3rd, that guy stole my prey again, intending to provoke me. This was clearly a challenge, and I was determined to kill him. I had to personally kill the remaining two prey.

"I believe the diary entries can be interpreted as someone killing Tengbo and Senshan before Hunter could, while the real culprit is still facing Hunter head-on and has emerged victorious,"

"Hunter's residence is an apartment near the Sumida River."

"Based on the on-site investigation, we believe that the perpetrator carried out the sniping from a floating hull on the opposite bank of the Sumida River. This time, the perpetrator also laid out empty bullet casings and a die with the number 2 on the ground."

"The biggest difference between this sniping and the previous ones is that the shot was only about 150 meters away, which is shorter than the previous two times... But we found a bullet that was very likely shot off course on the door of Hunter's residence, and there were also suspected bullet marks on the bottom of the floating box that served as the sniper's position."

"Forensic investigators are currently collecting evidence in the vicinity."

Shiratori Ninzaburo finished reciting all of this in one breath.

The police's current narrative is that an unknown sniper provoked Hunter, killed his enemy, and then shot and killed him during the duel.

Lin Jiashu pondered quietly.

Everyone present quieted down. Even though Inspector Megure and Miwako Sato were talking, they unconsciously lowered their voices. Although Yoshiki Hayashi was not an official, his performance had long impressed the police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department.

In particular, his ideas, which were different from those of other detectives and were written by mystery writers, were very useful.

At least his thoughts from the day before yesterday were correct.

"Brother Lin, do you have any ideas?"

"Please give me more information, such as whether I can see Hunter's notebook? And the condition of Hunter's body... was a detailed autopsy performed?"

“We collected Hunter’s body and took a lot of photos at the time, but there was no detailed autopsy report… As for the notebook, it’s here.”

Sato Miwako immediately delivered the items to Hayashi Yoshiki.

First was a photo of Hunter, who had been shot in the head. The first impression of his body was that he was as thin as skin and bones. Then there was Hunter's diary... Lin Jiashu put on gloves and began to flip through it.

The diary entries were few, only a handful of pages long.

"That's a bit strange."

"what happened?"

"The diary is very fresh, and the entries at the beginning are very few... or rather, perfunctory?"

Lin Jiashu flipped to the last entry in the diary, carefully examined the page following it, and then looked up at Sato Miwako: "Officer Sato, do you sometimes get impatient or angry when you're taking statements or giving testimonies?"

"...This...it shouldn't be, right?"

Upon hearing this, Sato Miwako's gaze unconsciously shifted elsewhere.

"is it?"

"What does it matter if Mr. Lin asks this?" Judy asked him.

"...There is a bit of truth to that. When people experience significant emotional fluctuations, especially when they are angry, they tend to press harder with their pens than usual. In a way, the pressure between the paper and the pen tip is also a stress-relieving tool."