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

Akio Yoshino

Anwu Wenren

Chiharu Kuyo

Taishi Sakasaka

Uchi Aya

……

The information I received in my email contained names that matched exactly the names on the death list released by the police.

Kevin Yoshino was incredulous.

Since the car accident on the city expressway in Bunkyo Ward, when many media outlets were describing just how serious the disaster was, he hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days.

Whenever he closes his eyes, the hellish scene appears in his mind.

But he quickly confirmed that the information in the document was true.

Those who died in this disaster were all a bunch of damned scum!

Although he couldn't understand how that man had managed to so naturally gather this group of scum in the same area, Kevin Yoshino's emotions were somewhat comforted after learning that they were indeed a bunch of damned bastards.

...At least, shouldn't some people applaud the deaths of these people?

...Perhaps, for the small number of people persecuted by these people, their actions should be considered just?

These thoughts kept echoing in his head, and he remained in a daze for several days, while the man who claimed he would call again remained silent.

"..."

Exhausted and dragging his weary body, Kevin Yoshino returned to his military supply store.

As he pulled open the roller shutter door, a postman stopped beside him on his bicycle: "Mr. Kevin, there's mail for you."

"what……"

Kevin Yoshino instinctively took it.

When he returned to the store and opened the envelope, the contents of the letter stunned him.

[To my dearest friend Kevin]

By the time you read this letter, you should have already fulfilled my long-cherished wish, right?

【Thanks.】

Thank you so much.

Although I already said back in Seattle that I regretted involving you in this matter, and at that time you replied that you finally had the opportunity to repay my kindness... but that's not the same thing, so I'm truly grateful that you were willing to do all this for me.

After I die, the plan will differ from what we originally intended, right?

I regret not informing you of these things; in fact, I intentionally kept you in the dark.

[Because just a few days before I wrote this letter, a man approached me. After learning of our plan, he offered an alternative plan—of course, I didn't believe him at first, but after he actually helped us kill Moriyama Jin, I was tempted.]

[After all, according to his plan, there's not only a chance to further explore the potential of your sniping skills... but even if there isn't, it doesn't matter; at least this will allow you to completely escape the police's sight.]

If this can be achieved, then it is worth accepting.

Of course, I did ask him what his purpose was... Although he claimed it was for justice, it still felt a bit far-fetched. Anyway, I'll bless you after I die.

【all the best.】

— Timothy Hunt

A photograph was also attached to the letter.

That was a photo of Hunter sitting at his desk writing the letter… With this photo as evidence, Kevin could believe that the letter was not a forgery.

Ring ring ring ring! Ring ring ring ring!

The sudden ringing of his phone made Kevin's aching heart tighten. He picked it up and, as expected, the man's voice came from the other end:

Good afternoon, Mr. Kevin.

"It's you."

You must have already read Mr. Hunt's letter, right?

"Yes."

I'm so glad your voice isn't as aggressive towards me as it was that night. The man on the other end sounded cheerful. Your voice sounds a bit nasal; are you crying?

"Enough with the nonsense, what exactly is your purpose?"

Kevin Yoshino wiped the tears from his cheeks.

On the day he personally shot Hunter at his own request, the two didn't have much of a chance to have a final conversation... All Hunter left Kevin with was a relieved smile, as he was finally able to face death.

Hunter must have been happy at that time.

When Kevin pulled the trigger, he could only think that he was now burdened with the blood and hatred of his best friend. He had regarded this scene as his final farewell, but when he saw that Hunter had actually written this letter to him in advance, his emotions became somewhat out of control.

I'd like to ask you for your help, Mr. Kevin.

The man's voice on the other end of the phone became serious.

Kevin didn't answer, waiting for him to continue.

The world is corrupt.

If it were you, you should be able to understand—you witnessed a superior who, out of jealousy and envy, overshadowed his own achievements by making false accusations against his subordinate, and even attempted to kill him to silence him when you requested a reinvestigation.

However, the culprit who committed such a heinous crime ultimately escaped legal punishment; he even swaggered out of the army and received a national honor.

Mr. Hunter, who fought hard to save countless teammates on the battlefield, ended up with his family destroyed and his life filled with illness.

The world cannot continue like this.

So come and help me!

Mr. Hunter's experience is never an isolated case. In some corners you don't know about, there are even dirtier and more unbearable things happening all the time! The existence of the law does bring fairness to the majority of the people, but there are always evils in the shadows that despise this justice, just like the scumbags I told you about.

Mr. Kevin.

Human beings should have the right to pursue and attain happiness, but due to the corruption of a segment of the population, happiness is elusive… The world is degenerating, and humanity is becoming increasingly corrupt. Those who are harmful to others should not exist; they have no value in existing.

So come help me! Just like that bomb you threw that day.

There are so many people in this world like Mr. Hunter who need help.

You, who can share both glory and shame with your dearest friend, will surely understand this... Believe me, I will try to make this world a more just place, or rather, only I can do such a thing!

Just like that day when all the scumbags were gathered together in that driveway, could anyone else do something like that?!

Even after his voice changed, the man's voice still carried an incredible sense of height.

His tone was highly inflammatory.

Even though they were on the phone, Kevin Yoshino could almost see his intense gaze fixed on the man staring straight ahead, as if he wanted to burn him through.

He unconsciously tightened his grip on his phone.

Hunter's ordeal and the letters kept replaying in his mind...

The nausea of ​​killing his best friend with his own hands, the sorrow of watching him die with a smile, and the thrill and excitement of witnessing Jack Waltz die in the scene he had created—all these emotions, which had been suppressed by the guilt brought by the car accident, were regained at this moment, causing Kevin's body to tremble involuntarily.

He opened his mouth, his throat feeling dry.

Let the world become a more just place...

do you know?

When those scumbags die, what will the eyes of those who have been oppressed and saved because of your actions look like? Go and see!

"..."

No need to look.

No need to look anymore...

Kevin Yoshino could totally imagine that scene.

Just like when he killed that unscrupulous reporter Brian Woods for Hunter in Seattle, he still vividly remembered Hunter's joyful expression of crying and laughing.

So what kind of desperate state must a person fall into to lose the ability to take revenge on their own and need to rely on others to save them?

Just thinking about this, Kevin Yoshino gritted his teeth.

"...What do you need me to do?"

the other side,

Upon hearing this reply, Lin Jiashu smiled calmly.

Did they take the bait?

Using the Death Note to control Timothy Hunt's writing and sending of letters is really useful.

Chapter 451: Humanity Was Not Created to Be Perfect

So smoothly.

Everything proceeded as expected.

However, it is precisely at times like these that one should be especially careful.

In front of Gin, in front of Amuro Tooru, in front of Conan, in front of Jodie Starling, in front of Kevin Yoshino, and even in front of strangers—

Looking back, Lin Jiashu has used too many personas and can switch between them freely in front of these people.

This wasn't difficult for him, but that didn't mean he could let his guard down.

In order to take control of the life he wants, he needs to become someone who can set the rules. To achieve this goal, Lin Jiashu never hesitates to deceive and lie.

Ultimately, he didn't think lying was a bad thing, since no human being has ever lived a life solely based on telling the truth.

Humans were not created to be perfect.

Or rather, if this level of lying and deception could achieve the goal, that would be wonderful.

"The so-called principles actually exist for people who cannot survive without relying on them."

Beep!! Beep!!

Traffic congestion occurred on the busy streets of Beikacho during the morning rush hour around 8 a.m.

Looking at the car behind him impatiently honking its horn repeatedly through the rearview mirror, Lin Jiashu remained calm, completely unaffected by the noise.

He only slowly pressed the accelerator after the red light turned green and the car in front finally started to move.

The car drove slowly into the Kindaichi Detective Agency.

When he opened the door with a gentle smile, the first thing that greeted him was the aroma of coffee.

Good morning, boss.

Standing next to the water bar, Amuro Tooru held a freshly brewed coffee pot in his hand and greeted, "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"If you had told me you made coffee today, I wouldn't have had to go out of my way to buy it on my way here."

"It's quite rare for you to come this early, so why don't you have some of the sandwiches I just made?"

"...Why does it feel like my office has turned into a cafe that serves light meals?"

"Because Mr. Amuro is really good at doing these things!"

Koshimizu Nanatsuki laughed.

She was sitting in front of the computer, with coffee and sandwiches already laid out beside her.

Lin Jiashu smiled and sat down in his seat:

"Did Mr. Amuro learn these things in order to stand out at the matchmaking event?"

"Why do you always assume I'll go on blind dates?"

"After all, you'll be thirty in a year."

"Thirty years old is still young these days."