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

The driver of the chemical truck behind, Hayato Tajiri, was holding the steering wheel with one hand and picking up a water cup with the other, his face gloomy.

Damn it, I finally won some money last night, but I lost it all back this afternoon.

That's fucking awful!

As he was mentally reviewing the events at the gambling table that afternoon, he inadvertently noticed something being thrown out of the window of the jeep driving ahead.

What is that?

He didn't look closely, since the obstacle was so small that it didn't bother his car at all. He hadn't even felt much when he accidentally ran over two young people.

The chemical truck sped up to the two bombs.

then,

boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The entire lane erupted with an unprecedented roar.

A massive heatwave and intense light swept outwards in all directions. Kevin Yoshino, who had already driven ahead but whose attention was still fixed on the back, was startled. He witnessed the chemical truck explode, and the flames engulfed several surrounding vehicles, even tearing down the overpass above and causing it to collapse.

That scene gripped his entire being, sending a shiver down his spine. As the immense pressure and guilt threatened to make him vomit, he saw not only the traffic behind him transformed into a living hell, but also the opposite lanes in complete chaos.

Beep!! Beep!!

Beep beep!!!

The sounds of screeching brakes and honking horns rose and fell in succession.

From the perspective of drivers in the opposite lane, the massive explosion and the collapsed overpass completely blocked their way. Fearing the raging fire and the collapsed road, the drivers frantically slammed on their brakes in desperation.

5……4……3……2……1——

An unsettling sound came from the phone.

Kevin Yoshino, gripped by the terrifying scene, was speechless. He passively absorbed all the information in his field of vision as he watched a heavy truck crash through the guardrail in panic and overturn in this lane.

he saw...

The scene showed Jack Waltz's car being crushed under the overturned truck.

The sniper's superior eyesight allowed him to see the blood that was quickly seeping out from underneath.

Congratulations, Mr. Kevin.

The sound coming from the other end of the phone was slightly distorted.

In that inconspicuous moment, Kevin Yoshino seemed to hear a woman's pleasant sobbing?

Chapter 448: Unnatural Traces

On the city expressway connecting Bunkyo Ward and Chiyoda Ward, a large number of police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances had gathered, their sirens blaring.

A massive fire spread across the gray asphalt road.

Suppressed by jets of water from fire trucks, a massive column of black smoke shot straight into the sky, while a news television helicopter circled around the smoke, faithfully recording the scene with its camera lens.

Kevin Yoshino has already secretly left.

Traffic conditions at the time did not allow him to escape in the green jeep, so he packed up his equipment and fled the scene on foot, blending into the panicked crowd.

"..."

Damn it, what have I done?

Just one bomb, yet it triggered such enormous consequences—

Dominoes, a chain reaction that can be triggered by just a small initial amount of energy... Recalling the hellish scene before escaping, Kevin Yoshino felt so guilty that he almost vomited.

As for the joy of killing Jack Waltz and successfully avenging Hunter, he felt none of it now.

He left in a daze.

Ring ring ring ring! Ring ring ring ring!

The ringing of his phone was so abrupt it felt like it was going to pierce his eardrums. He picked up the phone, his face contorted in pain, and answered: "You bastard! It's all because of you... Do you know how serious the consequences have been?!"

Isn't this exactly what you wanted?

"what!?"

Listen up, Mr. Kevin.

I know you lack trust in me right now, and you probably think that the identities of the passengers and driver I just mentioned are fabricated, but that's okay. I'll send you more detailed information, and you can verify it yourself after you've read it. Then you can decide whether or not to believe me.

I will contact you again later.

But regardless, thank you for your tremendous contribution to justice in this world.

-

The call was disconnected at that point.

Almost at that very moment, Kevin Yoshino received a new email notification on his phone.

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.

The fish has taken the bait, but whether we can catch it remains to be seen.

Timothy Hunter.

Although Lin Jiashu sympathizes with his plight, he will not hesitate to take advantage of this pitiful man.

The sound of a door opening came from outside the hotel suite.

Lin Jiashu put down his phone and looked over, only to see Shimizu Reiko, wearing high heels, walking briskly towards him.

"Is everything finished?"

"Yes, it went very smoothly. They managed to remove all the surveillance cameras along that section of the road."

"Well done."

"After all, it was something Mr. Lin entrusted to them..."

With a radiant smile, Shimizu Reiko looked at Urashi Seiran, who completely ignored her presence, and felt a stirring in her heart.

However, Lin Jiashu was about to leave.

He walked toward the bathroom, and Shimizu Reiko hurriedly moved closer to him, trying to curry favor, but was instead patted on the head with a smile.

"obedient."

"Yes……"

Although somewhat reluctant, Shimizu Reiko had no choice but to lower her head.

Lin Jiashu tidied himself up in the bathroom and then left the hotel.

He drove to the scene of the accident.

When I got there, the fire was completely extinguished, with only some black smoke still billowing out, and the temperature at the scene was like a sauna.

"Brother Lin!"

Inspector Megure immediately looked at Yoshiki Hayashi.

"Inspector Megure! How is the situation?"

“...Eight people died.” Inspector Megure’s expression was heavy. He looked at the charred car wreckage at the scene, and then at the messy overturned vehicles and collisions on the road in the distance. “We are now working hard to identify the deceased. The police have also retrieved the surveillance footage from this section of the road.”

He had barely finished speaking when a police officer came running from a distance, his expression rather grim.

"Inspector Megure, the surveillance cameras on this expressway have been damaged! Upon inspection, we found bullet holes and traces of gunpowder on the equipment, and we strongly suspect that someone used a sniper rifle to destroy these cameras beforehand!"

"What!?"

Inspector Megure's expression changed instantly.

He quickly followed the police officer to investigate the situation.

Yoshiki Hayashi stayed behind to observe the scene. At that moment, the FBI agents and Conan also rushed over.

Judy, who was running ahead, saw Hayashi Yoshiki and hurriedly asked:

"Mr. Lin! We received a call from the police confirming that Jack Waltz died in the car accident, is that right!?"

"Sorry, I just arrived too, so I'm not quite sure yet."

"...So this car accident was orchestrated by Hunter's deceased companion?"

James Black looked doubtful.

Thanks to the friendly cooperation between the FBI and the Japanese police in this incident, when they expressed their desire to confirm Jack Waltz's death, the police officers at the scene immediately took them to see Jack Waltz, who had been run over by an overturned heavy truck along with the car he was driving. Although his body was in a rather gruesome state, his identity could still be identified based on some of the items on his body.

Conan also secretly came closer to take a look.

Lin Jiashu looked at him and found that the boy had a serious expression on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

A moment later, Inspector Megure returned.

He pulled Lin Jiashu aside and whispered to himself, away from the others:

“Brother Lin, this incident is a bit strange. We asked the survivors at the scene of the accident and found that the heavy truck that overturned and crushed Jack Waltz seemed to have braked suddenly to avoid hitting the collapsed overpass and then inexplicably skidded.”

"Ah... Although I don't know the whole story yet, I have a feeling that there are traces of that guy's actions."

"I will inform Minister Odagiri."

"What's the situation at Suzuki Tower?"

"The fire there had long been extinguished, but an unidentified helicopter approached the Suzuki Tower earlier and did something unknown... By the time the police helicopter arrived, the area was empty, but we found empty 7mm shell casings on it."

"I understand."

Lin Jiashu nodded. "Inspector Megure, you can go and handle the scene first."

Upon hearing this, Inspector Megure simply patted Yoshiki Hayashi's arm before turning away with a serious expression.

At that moment, Conan walked over with a serious expression.

The FBI agents were still gathered around Jack Waltz's crushed car, while Sera Masumi wandered around, chin in hand. Hayashi Yoshiki glanced at Conan, who happened to look up at the same time:

"Yoshiki-kun, what did Inspector Megure just say to you?"

"...The highway surveillance cameras were destroyed by snipers beforehand, so there was no video of the accident. We can only try to reconstruct the truth of the accident through eyewitness accounts." Lin Jiashu paused here, "Now we highly suspect that guy was behind it."

"That guy? You mean the murderer who committed the accidental killing!"

Conan's pupils contracted.

He immediately lowered his head, sorting through the information in his mind, and felt his thoughts becoming clearer and clearer, and some things seemed to be connected.

"Brother Yoshiki, I've also spotted someone sniping from the Suzuki Tower—it's Chianti from the Black Organization!"

Did you see that?

"That's right, thanks to the prisoner tracking glasses that Professor Agasa made for me, I saw it on the rooftop of another building. It was definitely Chianti!"

As Conan spoke, he adjusted the frame of his left eyeglass, which now integrated telescope, signal tracking, bulletproof, and thermal imaging functions.

Lin Jiashu's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

The reason Chianti was sent to the Suzuki Tower to snipe in place of Urako Seiran was twofold: firstly, to avoid putting the latter in danger, and secondly, to guard against Conan's glasses...

Furthermore, once Conan confirms that the sniper who helped Hunter avenge him is connected to the Black Organization, Conan and the FBI's attention will be completely drawn to the Black Organization, allowing Kevin Yoshino to escape from their sight.

Three birds with one stone.

After all, it will take some effort to win this guy over and make him work for us.

After examining Jack Waltz's death and reaching a conclusion, James Black and the others approached. Hearing the conversation between Yoshiki Hayashi and Conan, James Black couldn't help but pinch his brow.

"It's truly unbelievable that the sniper seeking revenge for Hunter would be a member of the organization. How could a former Navy SEAL be connected to the Black Organization?"

"Could it be that Hunter was approached by that organization after his discharge? After all, he was a world-renowned sniper before he was injured," Carmel said.

“If Hunter hadn’t been injured, the Black Organization would still have something to gain from him.” Judy crossed her arms, her ample breasts appearing even more prominent under her hands. “But according to the autopsy report, he could barely hold a gun anymore. Why would the Black Organization want to avenge him?”

"...Although he can no longer hold a gun, his vision and skills as a world-class sniper are still there," Lin Jiashu said.

"You mean, he might be training snipers for the Black Organization?"

"It's hard to say."