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

"You really look alike with her."

Amuro Tooru's gaze fell on Shiho Miyano's face, his eyes filled with a hint of reminiscence, but he quickly concealed it.

Instead, a dangerous smile appeared.

“Nice to meet you, Bourbon—that’s my code name.”

Shiho Miyano looked at him with an incredulous expression.

The latter, still with his hands in his pockets, approached with an air of nonchalance.

"Do you remember the code name 'Bourbon'? I've met your family before."

"..."

Shiho Miyano didn't answer, but just looked at him stubbornly.

Having gotten himself into a frustrating situation, Amuro Tooru finally pulled out a gun from his pocket and pointed it at her: "Fine, put your hands up, let's go somewhere else... let's go to the cargo car behind car number eight."

"it is good."

A response came from beneath Shiho Miyano's mask.

Bourbon raised an eyebrow.

Holding the gun, he urged Shiho Miyano to move backward little by little.

There are three freight cars in total.

Amuro Tooru's target was the last carriage—he had already checked it before boarding the train; the connectors in that carriage were quite easy to break. All he needed to do was get Sherry there and then detach the last carriage.

His arrangement with Vermouth was that after the last cargo car was detached, the organization's people would retrieve Sherry like they would retrieve other items.

However, what he didn't tell Vermouth was that it wasn't just the organization that was preparing to take Sherry back.

"what happened?"

Seeing Shiho Miyano suddenly stop, Tooru Amuro immediately asked, "Why did you stop?"

Shiho Miyano did not answer.

just,

With a single step, she suddenly spun around using her left foot as a pivot, and her raised right leg struck the bewildered Amuro Tooru with the force of tearing silk.

Chapter 3: This is what I really want to ask you, Mr. Amuro

"Listen up, all of you!"

"When the train arrives at the station, rush into the carriage immediately and, with lightning speed, tie the murderer up and bring him to me!"

"What's your response?! Show some backbone!"

Nagoya Station

As the final stop of the mysterious train, Jirokichi Suzuki was already waiting here, and he was now issuing orders to the Aichi Prefectural Police officers who had arrived at the station to await orders.

That train never stops until it reaches its final destination.

The murderers therefore have no way to escape the killing stage, so they are now lying in wait here.

"Um, Mr. Suzuki, could you please refrain from giving orders to my subordinates?"

The Aichi Prefecture police inspector, looking exasperated, tried to appease Jirokichi Suzuki.

However, the old man was not appreciative at all. Instead, he immediately shouted angrily, "What? The train bearing my Suzuki name has now become a shocking killing field! Do you expect me to sit here and wait?! Listen up! After I arrest the criminal, at dawn, I will take his head off and hang it on top of the castle tower!"

"...That's too reckless."

The inspector's smile became even more strained.

The conversation was overheard by two furtive men in black nearby.

"Looks like a boring murder has taken place on the train, and the aftermath is heading our way, bro."

Having overheard Suzuki Jirokichi's conversation with the police, Vodka immediately looked at Gin with a smug expression and said.

"...Hmph, since that iron snake doesn't plan to stop at other stations along the way, it's even better for us."

Gin revealed a sinister smile.

The agreement he made with Vermouth was that he would not participate in the operation to hunt Sherry down on the train.

However, he planted explosives outside the train, on this very platform.

Once the train arrives, he will detonate the bomb and blow the entire train to smithereens—whether it's Sherry or the murderer trying to lure him into a trap.

"But how will Vermouth and Bourbon escape from the train? They know about the bomb, right?"

Vodka joined his older brother in a cold laugh.

But after his cold laugh, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

Gin's cold smile was his only response.

"Who knows? That's none of my business."

"Uh..." Vodka was startled when he saw Gin's expression.

"If they were killed in the explosion on the train, then it would be because they were incompetent and could not avoid the danger themselves."

Not to mention Bourbon, a key member of the intelligence team, Gin has been putting up with Vermouth for a long time... Who knows if the mental state assessment of Cointreau that guy sent back was wrong?

Gin wouldn't hesitate at all if given the chance to get rid of them.

Vodka wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

My brother has completely lost sight of his own family...

At that moment, the prefectural police on the platform were arguing with Suzuki Jirokichi: "Advisor Suzuki, it's not that we don't want to respect your wishes, but the problem is that the culprit in the case hasn't been found yet. Letting us rush onto the train will only cause panic and won't help in finding the culprit."

"That doesn't matter. There's a detective I trust in the car... Hayashi Yoshiki. He's my secret weapon against Kaito Kid. If it were him, he might have already solved the case by now."

A somewhat smug voice came from Suzuki Jirokichi.

After hearing this clearly, Vodka immediately said to his older brother, "Brother, it seems like Cointreau is on that train too!"

“I’m not deaf, you don’t need to repeat yourself.”

"So, should we stick to the original plan and blow up the train as soon as it pulls into the station?"

After Vodka finished speaking, Gin glared at him.

Is this idiot deliberately trying to embarrass himself?

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Amuro Tooru quickly crossed his arms in front of his head, and when the powerful right leg came at him, he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

That was a heavy blow...

He was surprised. He put down his hands, which were red and sore from his sleeves, and looked at the figure in front of him in astonishment.

"I had no idea Sherry had this ability..."

As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on the figure before him.

At first he didn’t notice, but now he just felt that there was something wrong with the other person in every way.

The most obvious difference is height...

As a girl, her height seems excessive.

The smoke in carriage 8 had blurred her height, or perhaps it made it easier for her to bend her knees slightly as she moved around... But after leaving that carriage, her gaze seemed to have become accustomed to it, and she didn't even notice this detail.

And that kick just now...

Amuro Tooru's mood gradually sank.

Based on some information he had seen before, he remembered that someone seemed to often greet people in this way.

"Shouldn't you be in the front carriage, with 'me'?"

He looked straight at "Shiho Miyano" opposite him, his voice somewhat low.

"That's what I wanted to ask you, Mr. Amuro..."

As the clear, beautiful female voice finished speaking, "Shiho Miyano," who was standing there, reached one hand to her lower left chin and the other hand to the hem of her clothes at her waist.

With a single, forceful flip, Shiho Miyano's figure and face were magically lifted behind her.

Instead, there was the handsome face of Hayashi Yoshiki, which Amuro Tooru found very familiar...

"Shouldn't you be in the front carriage with 'me'?"

He brought up the same topic again.

The guess came true.

Amuro Tooru seemed to suddenly lose his strength, and he smiled speechlessly.

"So what's going on here?"

"Vermouth isn't the only one who knows how to disguise herself."

"...Kaito Kid?"

Amuro Tooru reacted very quickly. He immediately remembered that Kaito Kid had sent out an invitation to steal the jewels on the train... However, the murder on the train and the search for Sherry were too conspicuous and important, so much so that he forgot about Kaito Kid.

"So the person in the carriage ahead was Kaito Kid in disguise? You figured out the truth of the case all along, told him the truth so he could impersonate you to solve it... while you disguised yourself as Sherry and waited here for me?"

"..."

Although Hayashi Yoshiki did not answer, Amuro Tooru knew very well that this was the answer.

He sighed inwardly.

He knew that Lin Jiashu was quick-witted and difficult to deal with, and that if he were not careful, he might give himself away when he boarded this train to carry out his mission. That's why he specially asked Vermouth to impersonate him.

"Myself" stays by his side the whole time, helping him solve the case, so he won't realize his own problems...

That's what Amuro Tooru was thinking.

After all, he really liked his job at the Kindaichi Detective Agency, and he wanted to keep it even if it took some effort.

But he didn't expect that all his efforts were in vain.

"Did you already know I had a problem before you boarded this train?"

Amuro Tooru looked intently at Hayashi Yoshiki.

"Yes... because of that email requesting help to find someone."

Lin Jiashu looked at him and said, "You not only deleted that email requesting the search for 'Sherry' the moment you saw it, but you also made a point of showing up at the office the next morning to refuse the envelope containing the commission money that the postman was about to put in the mailbox."

"This isn't like you, Mr. Amuro."

At this point, Amuro Tooru had nothing more to say.

He had considered that the email might be a bait from the winery to lure him in, but he never expected that it was actually Lin Jiashu who was trying to catch him.

"Really... I was quite diligent when I worked at your firm, and you still try to test me like this?"

"Mr. Amuro, do you know how I felt when I found out that you had indeed appeared on this train without saying a word?"

"...Enough with the nonsense, hand over Sherry."

Lin Jiashu chuckled.

He lightly tapped the toe of his right shoe on the ground a few times... The moment this action caught Amuro Tooru's attention, his figure suddenly approached him at lightning speed.

Amuro Tooru immediately raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The blond man was completely calm.

He certainly didn't intend to kill Lin Jiashu when he fired; he only wanted to inflict minor injuries... This guy, he saw the enemy had a gun and still dared to rush over, what was he thinking!?

Amuro Tooru felt a bit disappointed in him.

The bullet flew towards the outside of Hayashi Yoshiki's shoulder, but before Hayashi Yoshiki could be injured, Amuro Tooru felt a strange sense of unease.

The bullet grazed Lin Jiashu's shoulder.

Or perhaps not?