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

Gin remained silent, then suddenly, without warning, kicked the railing in front of him as he stood up.

The somewhat dilapidated, gray iron railing trembled slightly after being kicked, but that was all. It wasn't kicked down entirely, not even a single iron pipe fell off.

"Brother, I don't know anything about this... I really just accidentally dropped my cigarette!"

Gin ignored him, looked at Murayama Shigeshi and Goto Ryo, who were already beyond saving on the ground, and took out his phone.

Murayama Shigeshi died a good death, but he remembered that his initial instruction to Jundo was to be more discreet this time and not to involve other unimportant people.

In the end, could he still not suppress his desire to kill and choose to outwardly obey his orders but inwardly defy them?

Gin made a call to Yoshiki Hayashi with a hint of coldness in his voice.

But the moment he put the phone to his ear, his face darkened even more.

This guy actually dared to turn off his phone?

wrong!

Suddenly, an alarm bell rang in Gin's mind as he thought of something.

Under vodka's watchful gaze, the eldest brother's vigilance seemed to be raised to its limit, and he kept looking around.

"Big brother?"

"Shut up!"

Gin coldly stopped Vodka.

Jundu, who has always been "sensible," has suddenly become disobedient and even unilaterally cut off contact. He might be preparing to bare his fangs at me.

Gin was paying close attention to everything around him.

Intense tension, a subtle tremor, and excitement surged from Gin's spine into his brain. In just a moment, he noticed that cold sweat had even begun to break out on his back.

What will Cointreau do?

He racked his brains trying to figure this out.

Was there a trap set in the stairwell? Or was it a surprise attack launched from the road when I got into my car? Or would it be safer to just call a helicopter to take me away?

Do not……

Even helicopters should have been included in his calculations.

Even his own predictions were probably within his calculations.

In a daze, even the surrounding air became fraught with danger, but Gin knew that he would not have much time left... because the police would arrive shortly after the two corpses downstairs and begin their investigation upstairs.

[Buzz! Buzz!]

Vodka's phone, which was in his pocket, suddenly vibrated.

This honest-looking guy had no idea what his older brother was so nervous about. He took out his phone and glanced at the new email in his inbox.

"Big brother, it's a scheduled email from Cointreau. He told me... uh, to tell you not to be nervous?"

"..."

Gin remained silent for a long while. "Bring it here."

"Oh"

Vodka quickly handed the phone to Gin.

The email above was indeed sent by Lin Jiashu.

Good evening, Mr. Vodka.

When you see this email, please remind Gin not to be nervous, and then show it to him.

(This guy...)

A surge of annoyance at being mocked welled up in Gin's mind.

The original plan was to deal with Murayama Shigeshi "without leaving a trace or doing anything unnecessary," but something unexpected happened, so it was impossible.

The reasons are attached.

[Also, my phone is off tonight because I have more important things to do and don't want to be disturbed. Thank you.]

Finally, goodnight, and have a pleasant evening.

appendix……

The email did indeed contain an audio file.

With a cold expression, Gin opened the file and found it was a recording.

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

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

"Isn't that right?"

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

【"oh"】

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

"It wasn't easy, but I finally got Mr. Lin to listen to what I've asked of him."

【…】

【…】

what?

Yoko Okino!?

Vodka, listening nearby, couldn't help but gape.

Is that Yoko Okino? The nation's super popular idol, the one on the poster he has in his room!?

(Damn it, what do you mean by "I have something more important to do tonight and don't want to be disturbed"?)

Vodka really wanted to shout it out, but looking at his older brother next to him, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot and who was radiating a low-pressure atmosphere, he didn't dare to make a sound.

In the end, Gin, with a dark expression, simply sent an email.

[Come back next Thursday for a psychological consultation!]

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at the same time

In a room of a luxury apartment building in Beika Town

"Yoshiki-kun...so many."

"Um"

"Um...can I rest for a little while? Just a little bit..."

"Okay, I'll help Yoshiki-kun eat it."

"As long as Yoshiki-kun is happy..."

"Of course I take my medicine every day."

"I feel so happy, hehe."

"Thank you."

"I love you."

Chapter 487: Is Cointreau a high-functioning narcissistic personality?

The news that two club members died late at night in Shinjuku after being impaled by a falling steel pipe during a conflict has drawn considerable attention.

It was such a coincidence, and even a bit bizarre.

Some busybodies even discussed conspiracy theories behind the incident in forums or online chat rooms.

Lin Jiashu, who was hiding behind the scenes, only paid attention for a while before ignoring it.

Time flew by and it was next Thursday, the day Gin had notified them of another psychological consultation.

With some unease, Lin Jiashu arrived at the Mika Library at the agreed time.

The black van pulled up in front of him right on time.

Lin Jiashu got into the car.

"So, this time it's some psychology expert or professor?"

"Don't resist."

As Vodka drove, Gin, sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head and glanced at Yoshiki Hayashi's indifferent expression. "This is also the BOSS's intention. The organization is now taking your psychological issues very seriously. In addition, this psychological evaluation will not allow you to get away with it like before. You'd better be honest with me."

Do you simply refuse to believe the fact that I am perfectly mentally healthy?

Gin, you bastard...

Lin Jiashu narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly.

Although Gin's tone was calm, the look in his eyes carried an indescribable sense of oppression.

After staring at him for a moment, Lin Jiashu suddenly smiled.

He leaned back, shifting his weight entirely to the back of the chair.

The entire journey was speechless.

Vodka drove very carefully, his movements were unconsciously very light when he stepped on the gas and brake. He didn't even dare to look up at the rearview mirror, afraid of meeting Lin Jiashu's eyes... Jundu was too weird, and the atmosphere of his conversation with his older brother didn't seem very pleasant, so he should keep his mouth shut.

After nearly an hour's drive, the black van slowly drove into an inconspicuous building.

That's the same spot where Cohen and Chianti practiced sniping...

I vaguely remember Lin Jiashu.

After getting off the bus, Lin Jiashu followed Gin into the building—Vodka didn't dare to walk in front, but followed closely behind.

"Put it on."

Before entering a certain room, Gin tossed a mask to him.

Lin Jiashu caught it and saw that there was a strange microphone-like thing built into the mask... It seemed to be a voice changer?

"how?"

“This time, the psychologist won’t know your identity, so you don’t need to hide your problems.” Gin’s tone was indifferent, but then seemed to turn several degrees colder: “I’ll say it one last time, don’t think you can get away with this. I’ll be observing your conversation from the next room.”

"..."

With a smile, Lin Jiashu put on the mask.

He then walked into the room before him, under Gin's watchful gaze.

Gin quickly led Vodka into the next room—the two adjacent rooms were separated by a one-way mirror, allowing Gin to see into the next room from one side, and the vents and amplification design on the wall also allowed him to hear the conversation from the other side very clearly.

When Lin Jiashu entered the room, he saw a middle-aged white man.

When the other person saw him walk in wearing a mask, he very politely stood up and gestured, "Please sit down, sir."

The room, with its soft lighting, was decorated in a rather simple style.

The main feature is two sofas facing each other, with two cups of steaming hot tea on the coffee table in the middle.

“I didn’t expect you to come wearing a mask. This tea is probably not safe,” he said with a smile.

"There's nothing I can do. Some guy probably thinks that having me wear a mask makes it easier for me to take it off."

Lin Jiashu's words made Vodka, who was standing next to Gin next to him, glance at his older brother, but the other party did not react.

The doctor smiled and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Hmm... The voice changer is interesting, but the sound effect seems to lack warmth. I'm worried that it will prevent you from capturing the emotions in my voice."

The voice coming from under the mask on Lin Jiashu's face was somewhat unreal, but it was still very clear.

He sat down comfortably on the sofa.