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

I put on a mask and covered my face with a hat.

Today's makeup is completely different from my usual on-screen look. I not only deliberately added a beauty mark under my eye, but I also wore colored contact lenses to change my eye color.

Many times, even if they walk openly on the street like this, they won't be recognized.

but……

"Oh, it's Ms. Yoko Okino!"

The exaggerated exclamation made Yoko Okino's heart tighten.

bad

Why was he recognized?

She looked at the gangsters standing outside the car, who gave off a very uncomfortable vibe. Her fear was genuine, but her eyes betrayed a sense of bewilderment.

"Yoko Okino...are you talking about me?"

"..."

Ryo Goto narrowed his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

He stared at Yoko Okino for a long time, gradually revealing a very pleased, yet unsettling, smile:

"Is not it?"

indeed.

If it were someone else, they would probably be fooled about 80% of the time, since they do look completely different from what they usually see on TV.

The problem is that Ryo Goshima has recently done a lot of homework for his own purposes—specifically, regarding Yoshiki Hayashi.

The most trusted and respected detective by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, he can often solve cases at lightning speed with just a glance at the scene, sometimes even in less than ten minutes. He even has the experience of immediately deciphering codes and finding the location of the bomb planted by the murderer just by receiving a message over the phone. In terms of both popularity and ability, he is far ahead of other detectives.

Even Kogoro Mouri, who seems quite arrogant, becomes much more restrained when he mentions him.

Interestingly, every time Yoshiki Hayashi releases a new book, Yoko Okino is always the first to show up and support him. Sometimes she even appears at the book signing event wearing a mask to queue up, attracting onlookers and crowds... Normal friends wouldn't go to such lengths to help each other, would they?

The woman inside the car did look somewhat different, but her features still felt familiar.

Most importantly, who would cover themselves up so thoroughly in a car at night with a hat and mask? Especially a beautiful woman who's wearing makeup; shouldn't she be more confident and show off her beauty to everyone?

"It's okay even if it's not. But I'm sure someone has told you that you look a lot like Yoko Okino, right? Hey, could you take off your mask and take a picture with me?"

As he spoke, he took out his phone, turned on the camera, and leaned in front of the car window to take a selfie.

Yoko Okino was so frightened that she immediately clutched her mask.

Lin Jiashu's smile vanished.

"Mr. Goto, please don't frighten my female companion."

"Oh……"

"Let's talk about what you want to entrust to me."

"It wasn't easy, but I finally got Mr. Lin to listen to what I was asking him to say."

With a glance, he gestured for his two subordinates to step back a little, then pushed up his glasses and said with a light laugh, "Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Ryo Goshima, and I'm the younger brother leader of the Sumii-kai."

In Japan, violent gangs typically follow a strict hierarchy.

The group leader or chairman is the boss, and the next leader is the deputy leader or second-in-command. Then there are the younger brothers, who are usually the boss's close confidants or advisors.

"Don't let my appearance fool you. Although I'm a member of a club, I often do good deeds, you know? Besides, my request to Mr. Lin isn't a bad one... Simply put, I hope Mr. Lin can help me find the murderer who killed our team leader a week ago."

He spoke quite convincingly, like a loyal younger brother eager to avenge his elder brother.

However, Lin Jiashu saw ambition in his eyes.

Could you elaborate?

"Ah, my older brother went to visit his mistress in his driver's car last week, but he was shot and killed on the way. He and the driver died in the car. More detailed information may have to be obtained by Mr. Lin and me going back to the gang."

"If I'm not mistaken, your organization has an agreement that whoever finds the murderer of the former leader first will become the next leader... right?"

"...Correct answer."

Ryo Goto, whose existence was noticed, did not refute it.

That's why he insisted on approaching Hayashi Yoshiki.

—Those brainless idiots in the gang, relying solely on their useless subordinates and their legs, would have wasted countless hours to find the murderer.

However, there's no guarantee that one of those idiots might suddenly have a flash of inspiration and think of seeking outside help.

Ryo Goshima, who decided to hire a detective from the beginning, was determined to find the best one possible—if he could get the position of team leader for only five million yen, the deal would be well worth it.

"I understand."

Lin Jiashu smiled and said, "But surely I don't have time to solve cases now? We have more important things to do later."

“Of course, I’m not some clueless person.” Ryo Goto’s gaze fell on Yoko Okino, who looked a little nervous in the car. His smile was still the same one that made people uncomfortable. He waved his phone, which he had just taken a picture of, and laughed. “But I really envy Mr. Hayashi for having a female companion who looks so much like Ms. Yoko Okino.”

"Mr. Goto is too kind. Let's arrange to meet somewhere tomorrow afternoon to discuss this case."

"OK."

Having achieved his goal, Ryo Goshima simply left with his two men.

Watching the three figures walk away, Lin Jiashu still had a smile on his face.

Ryo Goto, who was walking ahead, seemed to sense it. He turned around, gave a frivolous smile, and waved his hand in a dashing and flamboyant manner.

Lin Jiashu's smile deepened.

He certainly wasn't angry about what happened.

Why would he be angry about that?

because……

Everything tonight, from Ryo Goto's actions to his lines, was all arranged by him!

Otherwise, in such a bustling place as Shinjuku, would Yoshiki Hayashi have just parked his car and gone into a convenience store to buy something, and happened to run into this client?

As for one of the reasons for doing this...

"I'm sorry, Yoshiki-kun."

When Hayashi Yoshiki got into the car, Yoko Okino next to him looked guilty.

Her face, visible beneath the brim of her hat, had very reddened eyes.

"I feel like I've caused you trouble... I just... I just didn't want you to face such a terrifying person by yourself. I thought he wouldn't recognize me—"

"It's okay."

Seeing that she was about to start crying, Lin Jiashu laughed.

He removed the mask from Yoko Okino's face, leaned in, and kissed her lips.

"But……"

Yoko Okino hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

She was extremely worried while sitting in the car... especially when she saw that fierce-looking man actually blocking Lin Jiashu, she couldn't sit still.

If Yoshiki were left to face such a dangerous person alone while he cowered in the car like a quail—

Looking back now, she was indeed somewhat irrational.

Yoko Okino doesn't know why she just can't think about that much.

Lin Jiashu revealed a gentle smile.

"Thank you for being so worried about me just now. Actually, I'm very happy."

"..."

"Don't worry about the photos, I'll handle it."

Lin Jiashu reached out and pulled her close. "Even if things don't go well, I still have a good relationship with the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Um……"

If it really comes to that, then so be it—if it gets exposed, so be it.

She rested her head on Lin Jiashu's shoulder, her lips pressed tightly together as she thought this.

Lin Jiashu smiled.

Ai Haibara learned about his other side in private, which made him feel quite threatened.

Chapter 484: The Two on the Rooftop

"Brother, since you've given such an order, Jun Du will surely back down a bit, right?"

The streets were already much quieter at 2 a.m.

Young girls with flushed faces walked out of the inconspicuous host club in the alley, while office workers, staggering from drinking, walked arm in arm, laughing and joking as they entered the next club.

Drinking is an essential part of the late nights in Shinjuku.

Vodka became quite interested and looked at his older brother next to him, trying to persuade him not to go to such lengths to continue keeping watch.

However, Gin ignored him.

Ascertaining Jundu's mental state is, in his view, the most important thing right now.

Gin always knew that guy was a smart man, and especially understood the importance of thinking things through before acting.

That's why he needed to use this operation to confirm whether the other party was starting to lose control... If he really ignored his orders and did something big, or dragged a bunch of unnecessary people into it, then he had to pay attention.

Vodka wasn't embarrassed by not receiving a reply from his older brother; he simply took out his phone and checked the time: 02:23

When will Cointreau finally make its move?

Vodka and Gin have been standing there as punishment for over half an hour—this time, Cointreau didn't give a detailed time, only briefly stating their location and Pang Tong's time around 2 PM, and then nothing more.

Vodka didn't think much of it, but Gin attributed it to Cointreau's dissatisfaction—after all, Cointreau's methods of killing were precise down to the second, which was why he wanted to personally verify Cointreau's actions this time.

"But I heard that the Mud Ginseng Association seems to be interested in this organization's smuggling channels as well, brother."

Noticing that his older brother's expression seemed a bit off, Vodka said, "It seems that after we dealt with that unlucky guy, they thought they had an opportunity to take advantage of us."

"Those lowly fleas..."

Gin's tone carried a chilling killing intent, "When you get back, warn them that if they dare to interfere, just send them a bomb."

"Hehe, I know."

Vodka grinned with a mocking expression.

The Mud Sankai is one of the largest violent gangs based in Tokyo and has been a victim of persecution by the brewery on multiple occasions.

The unfortunate president who was forced to buy the secret for one billion yen and give up the land for the distillery to build a laboratory was one of the people from the Muddy Association, like the time when Gin took Vodka to ride the roller coaster in Dorobiga Park.

In addition, the assassination of Senator Tsuchimon Yasutaka was also an example. Vermouth planned to disguise herself as Tokushima Kiriko, a member of the group attending the meeting, and then frame the violent gang for the attack.

In short, the Mud Sanseikai was seen by the brewery as a shady violent gang—not that it was really that bad, but as one of the largest violent gangs in Tokyo, it still wielded considerable power.

However, compared to the small and medium-sized gangs with unique smuggling channels that the distillery has its eye on, the Mud Gathering is too large and has a chaotic management structure, making it impossible to keep secrets, so there is no need to cooperate.

"Big brother, is that the guy? He's already out!"

Vodka suddenly spoke up.

Gin's gaze immediately turned downwards.

The two of them were currently on the rooftop of a building at the end of this T-junction, about seven or eight stories high, which was enough to overlook the entire street below.

Vodka's target had just come out of a bar and happened to be spotted by the two men.

Murayama Shigeshi

A burly, somewhat stereotypical gang leader emerged from the bar, surrounded by his men, shouting and yelling. However, once outside, he stood at the bar entrance, pointing and gesturing at the bar manager who had followed him out, seemingly bowing and scraping in apology, as if he were throwing a tantrum.

"That guy is really impressive."

Looking down at the arrogant gang member below, Vodka grinned, somewhat gloating: "He probably thinks he's got his job as group leader all set, little does he know his life is about to end today."

"Humph."