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

We cannot rule out the possibility that this is a trap set by the organization for him...

Amuro Tooru had thought of this.

He had never hidden the fact that he worked as a detective's assistant at the Kindaichi Detective Agency, so if this was a trap set by the organization to test his loyalty... Thinking of this, Amuro Tooru moved the mouse to the delete button on the email, but hesitated when he was about to press it.

This email must not be seen by Lin Jiashu.

Although he has never been interested in missing person cases, he recognizes the child in the photo, so there is no guarantee that he will refuse the case after seeing the photo.

But it's still too dangerous to involve him in things related to Sulli.

After hesitating for a while, Amuro Tooru saved the image but then chose to delete the email.

We can't take that risk.

He needs to report this matter to higher authorities.

If this incident is indeed a trap set by the organization to test his loyalty, and he makes the wrong choice, the organization might not only target him, but also potentially harm Hayashi Yoshiki and Koshimizu in the agency.

He absolutely cannot accept such a thing.

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.

"Thank you, it's all thanks to you for taking such a clear photo."

"...It's nothing."

"No, this is very important to me."

Amuro Tooru certainly wouldn't dare to gamble.

Lin Jiashu knew this from the very beginning.

He might not send out Sherry's photo, but he would definitely report to Vermouth that Sherry had reappeared and was likely on the Suzuki Express—firstly, because he had just reached a deal with Vermouth, and both sides were offering each other gifts to show their sincerity; secondly… he would suspect that this was a trap set for him by Vermouth herself.

After all, he had something on Vermouth, and given that woman's personality, she might want to get rid of him.

Then there's the fact that Sherry, who should have been hiding, suddenly appeared out of nowhere with just a photo. It's also possible that Vermouth staged the photo in disguise to lure him out.

"Then, Vermouth will probably call me once she finds out."

"To show me her sincerity, and probably also to get rid of Bourbon—"

Ring ring ring ring! Ring ring ring ring!

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jiashu's phone, which was placed to the side, rang.

He picked it up and glanced at it; sure enough, the contact person on it was Vermouth.

—【Most people's emotional reactions are too predictable. Anger, sadness, happiness, like a fixed program.】 When Lin Jiashu spoke to the psychologist at the time, he wasn't really lying.

He pressed the answer button.

Pu Siqinglan listened quietly to the sound.

Chapter 497: It was a signed photo of Yoko Okino that Cointreau gave me.

"The mystery train, the Suzuki Express?"

A black Porsche sped along the expressway at night.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Gin held his phone to his ear with one hand and picked up a pack of cigarettes with the other, lifting them up and down.

"Such an eye-catching train, I really don't think Shirley would sit in it."

Oh dear, that's precisely why she might make that choice.

That train has private compartments. If you want to sneak out of Kanto without our search, don't you think that's the perfect way to get around?

Vermouth's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I find it hard to believe what you just said, that Sherry is actually hiding in the deep mountains of Gunma Prefecture."

Gin brought the cigarette to his lips, his tone still cold: "Don't forget, when we dealt with Pisco at the Beika Hotel, those assassins deliberately used Sherry's hair as bait in my car, and they even planned to fake Sherry's death."

I don't deny that Bourbon, who received the intelligence, also had such concerns.

But what if? If Shirley really was on that train, don't you think that would be the best hunting ground?

"..."

Gin did not respond immediately.

He imagined what Vermouth was saying, and if the news was true, then as long as Sherry could be prevented from getting off the bus halfway, it would indeed be a prison that could run on wheels.

"Hmph... If that's the case, then all we need to do is instill fear in her like we're hunting deer, and given her personality, she'll definitely obediently reveal her identity and stand in front of the gun."

But conversely, if it really is another trap set by the assassins, then you and Vodka absolutely cannot be on that train.

"Oh"

There haven't been any assassins targeting Gin for quite some time now.

However, the infuriating memory of assassins constantly coming to his door seeking death, whether he opened his eyes or closed them, remained vivid in Gin's mind... Now, the information Vermouth shared was, in his opinion, highly likely a big gift prepared for him by another "company" after a long period of silence.

Would he be so stupid as to fall for it?

He had already fallen into a trap once before while trying to seize Noah's Ark, so he naturally wouldn't do something so foolish now.

"So only you, with your skill in disguise, and Bourbon were able to sneak in and investigate, is that what you mean? Heh, but it's been a long time since I've heard the name Sherry from you, which makes me quite happy... I was worried before that you might have developed some strange sympathy for her among women."

Don't make me laugh, Gin!

But you've been trying so hard to speak well of Cointreau in front of the boss lately. It's really difficult for you to do such a thing... Could it be that Rum's ideas have made you feel threatened?

"I'm just stating the facts based on the actual situation."

The moment Vermouth mentioned Rum, Gin's tone turned even colder.

In order to observe and confirm Cointreau's mental state, Gin's main measures, in addition to talk therapy with a psychologist, included frequent task assignments.

By controlling how Cointreau completes the mission and whether he follows instructions, the impact is limited to the scope initially defined by Gin. This is indeed the simplest and most direct method.

To Gin's delight, Cointreau's performance remained outstanding and perfect.

Currently, it seems there is no risk of him getting out of control.

However, Rum somehow learned that the Boss had been paying close attention to Cointreau's mental state lately, and given Curaçao's previous experience of being successfully brainwashed and having her thoughts altered, he jumped out and said he could try his method.

That guy...

The thought of that calculating and gloomy face made Gin feel annoyed.

Rum had been very interested in Cointreau for a long time, and if given this opportunity, he would definitely try to recruit Cointreau to the intelligence group.

In short, regardless of whether it's true or not, I will contact you again after the hunt is over.

Gin put away his phone after hearing the call end.

He looked ahead with a cold smile.

Sherry...

Whether she was real or not when she boarded that mysterious train, as long as a bomb was placed on the train tracks and detonated when the time came... then whether it was the assassin trying to ambush him or the real Sherry herself, they would all be blown to bits.

Gin, who was quickly stuffing his cigarette into the ashtray in the car, suddenly noticed something that looked like a letter in the passenger-side storage compartment.

"What is this?"

“That’s a signed photo of Yoko Okino that Cointreau gave me.”

Vodka's expression tightened when he saw it, and he quickly explained, "I just left it there because I was sitting in the passenger seat. I'll take it with me when I get back later."

"Humph"

Although Vodka explained, Gin had already opened the letter and checked it, confirming that it really was just a trivial signature.

He scoffed, stuffed the signature back into the envelope, and then put it back in its original place.

He was too lazy to comment on his younger brother's celebrity worship.

Meanwhile, in a luxury suite at a hotel, Vermouth, wrapped only in a bath towel, navigated her phone back to the home screen, but there were still no new messages in her email or text messages.

Bourbon had already informed Junto about discovering Sherry's photo, and Junto only replied with "OK" before giving no further instructions.

What exactly does that man want to do?

Even now, Sherry remains the object of her hatred. Given the opportunity to kill Sherry, Vermouth would certainly be willing to do so.

But the problem is that Cointreau is standing in her way...

If I dared to lay a hand on Sherry, he might retaliate without me even realizing it.

But what exactly does he intend to do in this incident?

Should they simply hide the shrunken Sherry to prevent her from going to the train? Or should they try to replicate the operation at the Beika Hotel to help Sherry fake her death? After all, Gin is unlikely to be on the train this time, and given Cointreau's methods, there is indeed a certain probability that he could succeed if he wanted to.

Ever since Vermouth learned that Sherry had actually been shrinking and hiding next to Jundo, she knew that Yoshiki Hayashi's identity was very strange.

He is not simply a "traitor" to the organization.

He successfully created the false impression within the organization that Sherry had been taken away and hidden by another organization, mainly due to the incident where an assassin ambushed Gin on the rooftop of the Beika Hotel.

Or is Cointreau connected to another organization?

Judging from the fact that he can carry out the tasks assigned to him by the organization without hesitation every time, he is most likely not an FBI or public security mole infiltrated into the organization... It is based on this that Vermouth believes he is a guy who is more dangerous than dangerous.

Chapter 498: Ha, Moriarty

Tokyo Station has recently been renovated and transformed into a Victorian-era retro style.

The square clock tower and arched portico create a symmetrical classical layout, while on the modern platform inside, a steam train with a similarly retro style but brand new is parked.

Wow, that's awesome!

"This is the first time I've ever seen a steam-powered train!"

"Me too! Seriously, it's completely different from the trains we have now!"

Several children shouted excitedly in front of the platform.

"But that's just the exterior; inside, it's actually a machine engine equipped with the latest diesel engine."

Conan explained.

Kojima Genta and the other children didn't seem to mind his spoilsport. Among them, Yoshida Ayumi looked at Hayashi Yoshiki standing behind her and asked loudly, "Is this also the first time Yoshiki-nii has seen a steam train like this?"

"No, I saw a steam train like this when I played the Cocoon game before. It was even more old-fashioned than this."

Lin Jiashu then realized what he was saying and laughed, "Ah, I forgot you guys didn't seem to make it that far."

"...Yes, everyone was eliminated before that."

I really want to play that game again.

"Hey, what happened to that company that developed the cocoon? They've been completely silent lately."

The children's attention was immediately drawn from the steam train to the virtual game they had played before.

The Sindora Corporation, which had previously planned to release the cocoon, was thrown into complete chaos after the death of its chairman, Thomas Sindora.

It is said that a series of very ugly power struggles, plundering, and attacks on the stock market occurred. In just a few months, a company that could be called the leader in the IT industry collapsed. The winery was undoubtedly involved in this. Lin Jiashu even knew that a lot of valuable developments of Syndora Company had been taken away by the winery.

"Anyway, there are already precedents for those kinds of games. Even if we can't play them for now, there will be some in the future."

Lin Jiashu smiled and comforted them, then looked at Suzuki Sonoko standing next to him and said with a smile, "If all else fails, we can ask Sonoko-neechan to have her family invest in making one of these."

"Really!? Is it okay for Sonoko-neechan!?"

"Are you treating me like someone to make wishes on?"

Faced with the intense gazes of the children, Sonoko Suzuki said something without thinking, then looked at Yoshiki Hayashi and laughed, "Yoshiki-nii, you think too highly of me."

Lin Jiashu responded with a smile.

Seeing Sonoko Suzuki's excited expression, seemingly dazzled by the handsome man's smile, Conan looked at Yoshiki Hayashi and chuckled, "Heh, Moriarty."

"...Unfortunately, you're not Sherlock Holmes."

Lin Jiashu responded with a smile.