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

Gin chuckled as well.

Murayama Shigeji continued to berate the bar manager, his arrogance and ferocity leaving the latter nodding and bowing, smiling obsequiously and apologizing repeatedly.

Finally, Murayama Shigeshi kicked him and then arrogantly walked away with a few of his underlings.

The Sumii-kai is a small to medium-sized violent gang, but its leader was shot and killed during a rendezvous with his mistress. As everyone knows, violent gangs always value loyalty above all else, so the underlings couldn't stand idly by when their leader was killed. Therefore, the higher-ups in the organization unanimously decided that whoever could find the murderer and avenge their leader would succeed him as the gang leader.

However, Shigeshi Murayama was very unhappy with this arrangement.

Because he is the head of the Jui-kai (a religious organization).

The so-called "second-in-command" is the second-in-command in the gang. Under normal circumstances, if something happens to the group leader, the second-in-command will take over... But in his case, it became a competition with others to get the position.

What bothered him the most was that he had also been to the scene where his older brother was shot in the car, and had sent many of his underlings out to investigate and gather more information. However, the killer's actions were clearly professional; not only did the crime take place in a remote location, but the only surveillance camera on that section of the road was also deliberately destroyed.

However, although Murayama Shigeshi may seem like a brute, he wasn't really a fool to have risen to the position of wakagami...

"Brother Murayama, some of the guys down there say that Goshima seems to be planning to hire a detective to help investigate this matter."

"damn it!"

Murayama Shigeshi cursed angrily.

Among the high-ranking members of the Sumii Association, he was always at odds with Ryo Goto, because that scoundrel always looked down on those of them who worked hard and did real work, even though Shigeshi Murayama was the second-in-command. Sometimes, his actions were even hampered by Goto. Of course, this was also the result of the former leader's intention to maintain a "balance" among the high-ranking members.

"Brother Murayama, if a detective gets involved, will our plan still proceed as originally planned?"

"Of course, at worst we can just tie the detective up and take him somewhere else so he doesn't get in the way."

"Yes, I understand!"

Hearing his younger brother's somewhat excited response, Murayama Shigeshi pinched his neck and twisted it, making a popping sound from inside.

He couldn't find the real killer.

However, he could arrange for an imposter to be pushed out to take the blame, as long as it wasn't easily noticed and could be convincing.

To achieve this goal, he even managed to win over the mistress his former boss had visited that day.

Chapter 485: The Scene of Death

Two men in black, standing on a high vantage point, patiently awaited the tragedy that was about to unfold on the street.

The wind was blowing gently on the rooftop.

Perhaps he was a little tired from standing for so long, Vodka chuckled with a hint of anticipation and reached out to rest his arm on the iron railing of the rooftop.

Under their watchful eyes, Murayama Shigeshi left the bar with a few of his underlings.

But this group had only been out of the bar for a short while when they bumped into another group and stopped in their tracks.

"That guy, I think his name was something like Goto?"

Seeing the slicked-back-haired man who walked up to Murayama Shigeyu, Vodka was a little uncertain: "That younger brother of the Sumii-kai?"

"It's definitely him."

Gin spoke calmly, his gaze falling on the two men below who seemed to be arguing, and said, "He is in charge of one of the two smuggling channels of the Sumii-kai."

"You can't hear what they're arguing about at all if you stay here."

Vodka has some gossip.

Gin ignored it.

Previously, when Gin killed the former leader of the Sumii-kai and wanted to promote someone else to the position, he had also looked at the information on Ryo Goto—he seemed to be a guy with some cleverness and considerable ambition, but Gin rejected him for other reasons.

This is another one that needs to be dealt with.

But not now.

"Oh, it looks like things are about to get serious!"

The vodka suddenly became more potent.

He saw that after Goshima Ryo, who was accompanied by two of his men, met with Murayama Shigeshi's group, they first had a verbal argument, and then Murayama Shigeshi began to unilaterally become agitated, pointing at Goshima Ryo's face and shouting something, and then they started pushing and shoving each other.

The dispute between the two sides quickly escalated to the physical level.

After kicking Goto Ryo in the stomach and knocking him to the ground, the short, fat, and burly Murayama Shigeshi ignored Goto Ryo's two henchmen who rushed up to help him. He waved for his men to block them and then walked towards the greasy-haired man lying on the ground.

"You little brat, how dare you provoke me?"

He squatted down in front of Ryo Goto and slapped his face insultingly: "Do you know how long I've put up with you? If it weren't for the team leader deliberately backing you up, I would have fucking killed you long ago!"

Ryo Goto, who had been kicked, struggled to sit up.

He ignored the fact that his gold-rimmed glasses were crooked on his nose and instead gave Murayama Shigeshi a provocative look.

"You're only acting all high and mighty now, planning to have someone impersonate the murderer and take the blame..."

Ryo Goto, clutching his stomach, struggled to his feet. A repulsive, malicious smile played on his lips as he uttered words that enraged Shigeshi Murayama: "The whole group already knows."

"Fuck you!"

At this moment, all that remained in Murayama Shigeshi's vision was the intense impulse of crimson.

Having temporarily lost his ability to think, he seemed to have no time to think and only wanted to make the bastard in front of him pay the price.

Shigeshi Murayama was carrying a gun.

However, he seemed to forget this point. When he noticed a dagger tucked into the waistband of his henchman, he drew it without saying a word.

I'll kill you first!

Ryo Goto clearly hadn't expected his opponent to be so impulsive. When he saw the gleaming blade, he panicked and immediately tried to run away.

Murayama Shigeshi gave chase.

The young leader and his younger brother, the leader of the Sumii-kai, abandoned their respective underlings and began chasing each other amidst the occasional gasps of passersby.

Having just been kicked in the abdomen, Ryo Goto's movements were somewhat distorted, and he was quickly pinned down by Shigeshi Murayama from behind and had his neck pinned down during the chase.

"Are you crazy!?"

He was somewhat terrified.

"You little brat, how dare you plant someone right under my nose?"

Ryo Goshima's words made Shigeshi Murayama realize that someone under his command must have leaked the information. He grabbed Ryo Goshima by the collar and violently dragged him aside.

The tall and thin Goshima Ryo was dragged by the short and fat man, staggering and bent over as he was pulled to the streetlight in front.

The two people on the rooftop, who were watching the drama unfold, clearly hadn't expected this turn of events.

Seeing Ryo Goto being dragged and pinned against a lamppost by Shigeshi Murayama, and that spot being right in the middle of a T-junction, in front of the rooftop where Gin and the others were staying.

"This shouldn't be included in Jundu's arrangements, right, brother?"

Vodka looked at his older brother Gin and noticed that the latter was frowning.

Seeing this, he calmed down, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and put one in his mouth.

ignition.

Exhaling smoke.

Vodka began to watch the show quietly.

Below, Murayama Shigeshi was brandishing a knife and making threats. He had probably come to his senses after his impulsive act and wasn't so reckless as to kill someone in the street.

What time is it?

"It's 2:36, brother."

Vodka instinctively answered Gin.

But as he opened his mouth to speak, the cigarette in his mouth accidentally fell out and landed on his custom-made suit jacket.

Vodka frantically patted his coat.

When the burning cigarette butt fell towards his thigh, Vodka instinctively dodged and raised his foot, accidentally kicking the iron railing in front of him.

Gin's gaze swept over, and as he caught sight of the spot where Vodka had kicked—where a broken iron pipe in the dilapidated railing had sprung outwards with the force of the impact—his dark green pupils contracted slightly.

on the ground,

Murayama Shigeshi pulled Goshima Ryo over, and with a clenched fist, he fiercely slammed it into Goshima's face, pinning him to the ground.

"You brat...!"

Ryo Goto's scream of pain, along with the teeth that flew out mixed with blood, landed on the asphalt road.

However, Murayama Shigeshi still wouldn't let him go. This vicious, burly man stepped forward, bent down, and grabbed Goshima Ryo's collar, trying to pull him up again. But just as he was about to exert his strength,

puff-

With a strangely slippery sound of flesh being pierced, an iron rod that had broken off from the rooftop and had a sharp edge fell from a height of seven or eight stories. Its tip pierced directly through the back of Murayama Shigeshi's head and, with undiminished momentum, plunged into Goshima Ryo's throat.

Murayama Shigeshi's expression froze at that moment.

With his entire head pierced, his body slowly slid towards Akira Goto under the influence of gravity, while his pierced forehead slid along the iron pipe, becoming increasingly smooth, leaving a wet, sticky mixture of blood and brain tissue on the gray iron pipe.

"Gurgle... gurgle—"

This was the last thing Ryo Goto saw as he lay on the ground, a scene that filled him with despair and made him want to vomit.

Unfortunately, with his throat pierced, he could only utter a "ho...ho" sound when he opened his mouth, which was immediately replaced by a sticky, wet rattling sound.

Blood gushed from his throat as if a dam had been opened.

The next moment, screams from passersby echoed through the night streets.

Chapter 486: "Don't be nervous, Gin"

The wind murmured softly.

The cigarette that had fallen to the ground rolled half a circle in the wind.

Silence visited this rooftop.

Beneath his silver hair, which was constantly being tossed by the wind, the man's dark green eyes were fixed on the horrific scene below, and his mouth was slightly agape involuntarily.

The screams of passersby seemed incredibly distant.

Soon, Gin's gaze fell on the broken iron railing of the rooftop. He squatted down and focused his eyes on the broken end of the railing, where only one iron pipe was missing—the break was uneven and pitted, not the smooth state left by cutting it in advance with an angle grinder.

He then looked at the right foot that Vodka had accidentally kicked on it earlier.

It's just an ordinary leather shoe...

"Big brother?"

Vodka's voice became unconsciously hoarse.

"Shut up."

Gin's voice was cold and sharp, "Pick up your cigarette."

"Yes--"

Vodka obediently squatted down and picked up the still-burning cigarette.

Murayama Shigeshi and Goto Ryo died from iron pipes falling from a height. When the police came to clean up the scene, they would naturally investigate the fallen iron pipes. If the cigarette butts were not picked up, it was hard to guarantee that the police would not notice them and take them for testing.

Vodka, who had just picked up the cigarette, suddenly felt a little cold.

Just now, he accidentally kicked the railing, which caused the iron pipe to break and fall, killing those two people... In other words, he actually became one of the tools Jun Du used to kill people this time?

But that doesn't make sense!

He didn't know anything. He just accidentally dropped his cigarette while replying to his older brother, and in his haste, he accidentally bumped into the railing. What a coincidence!

Gin had obviously thought of this as well.

This makes absolutely no sense.

The vodka cigarette fell out without warning, and considering his sudden question, even if Cointreau was incredibly calculating, he shouldn't have been able to predict it to this extent...

Is this bastard a human or a ghost?