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

Holding the letter, Lin Jiashu returned to his car and started the engine.

Boom!

With a roar of the engine, he stepped on the gas and drove out of the office.

Toru Amuro...

Or rather, the Red Team no longer had any doubts, and this strong sense of security made Lin Jiashu's mood unusually high.

Chapter 6: Rum's Scheme and Curaçao's Deployment

The air was filled with the smell of cigars and the faint ozone odor emitted by electronic devices in operation.

The huge curved monitoring screen is divided into dozens of images, silently playing real-time footage of key locations in cities around the world. The screen's cold blue light is the only source of light in this almost completely dark room, outlining a robust figure sitting in a large chair.

The man's face was hidden in shadows beyond the reach of the screen's light, with only his legendary, unusual eye appearing cloudy, distorted, and whitish.

In the center of the screen, an encrypted communication window lit up, displaying fragmented intelligence streams intercepted from within the police department.

Soon, several files marked with the highest level of confidentiality flashed through the data stream, and Rum's gaze was fixed on one of them, "NOC List: Deep Cover Assets (Compiled)".

"..."

well.

From the smoke rising from the burning cigar, a sinister glint appeared in Rum's intact right eye.

A good opportunity has come up recently.

Gin, that guy, was just severely reprimanded by that gentleman a couple of days ago.

—Because of a false rumor from Sherry, that idiot almost used a bomb to kill Vermouth, Bourbon, and Cointreau. And when Vermouth reported this, that man was furious.

Being reprimanded by that man in the organization is not as simple as just getting a scolding.

His long life, his control over power, and his innate cold-bloodedness had shaped that man's will to the point of being detached from the realm of humanity... To him, failing to do things well was incompetence, and the organization never needed incompetent wastes—it was only because of Gin's abilities and contributions that that man had a little more patience with him, otherwise this matter would never have been so easily resolved.

But this is my opportunity.

A hint of excitement flickered in Rum's right eye.

He was very interested in Coindus's ability—the ability to precisely calculate and kill targets using all sorts of unexpected means, which would be incredibly convenient for eliminating dissidents.

Unlike Gin, who only knows how to be a tool, Rum is confident that if he can use this ability for his own purposes, he can place his own people in all the important departments within the organization.

So he wanted to take Cointreau away from the action team!

Cointreau has a penchant for killing, and having so many people want to get rid of him would allow him to better utilize his strengths! But Gin keeps such a close eye on him…

However, Gin's major mistake is an opportunity. If he can succeed in the next operation, there is a good chance that he will be allowed to give his opinion to that man.

"The CIA, FBI, MI6... the moles carefully planted by various countries are indeed perfectly hidden before they are discovered. But undercover agents will also spy on each other, which may actually become an advantage for us."

Rum sneered.

Just as undercover agents like Shuichi Akai of the FBI and the Japanese Public Security Bureau would know each other's identities while infiltrating an organization, it is easier for undercover agents to discover each other's identities—and most undercover agents would naturally pass on such intelligence about their colleagues back to their own organizations as a result.

Rum tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the figure standing silently in the corner of the room—Curaçao.

The woman who stood there silently like a sculpture had silver-white hair, but what was most striking was her heterochromatic eyes: her left eye was as deep blue as the ocean, while her right eye was almost transparent. At this moment, both eyes were lowered, focused and empty.

"Curaçao".

Rum's command pierced the silence like an icicle. "Police Headquarters, there's a server room on the eighth floor in the core area. Inside, there's a list of all the rats that the Japanese Public Security Bureau has collected so far who have infiltrated our organization. Find it and bring it back to me."

Curaçao raised his head almost imperceptibly.

The heterochromatic eyes accurately captured the 3D structural diagram of the police station projected by Rum on the screen, especially the restricted area marked with heavy red circles.

Her expression remained unchanged, only a subtle, data-processing-like focused glint flashed deep within her eyes.

"Okay, but what about the clearance to infiltrate there?" Her voice was cold, steady, and completely calm, like the most sophisticated instrument reporting parameters.

“Dual biometric lock. Fingerprint and voiceprint.” Rum pulled up several blurry but crucial screenshots, showing the complex scanning device at the entrance. “Fingerprint and voiceprint samples; the tech team will implant them into your ‘toolkit’ after cracking it.”

"What about the infiltration route?" she continued, each question hitting the nail on the head.

"Logistics access. I'll have someone coordinate your infiltration operation. The operation will take place four days from now at 10 PM. Their system will be undergoing routine maintenance, creating a gap in the internal guard rotation. At that time, the external interference team will create an 'accident' in the designated area to attract the outer guards, giving you a few minutes of window time." Rum pulled up the operation schedule and simultaneously transmitted it to Curaçao's phone. "From breaching the final access lock to completing the download and erasing traces, it must be done within five minutes. Exceeding the time limit or leaving any traceable biometric information..."

Rum didn't finish his sentence, but the unspoken threat spread like a chilling breeze.

Failure is unacceptable to an organization, and for the losers, the only outcome is utter annihilation.

Curaçao's gaze rapidly switched, absorbed, and integrated information from the 3D map, timeline, and bio-lock.

Finally, she answered without hesitation or fear:

"clear."

Rum leaned back in his chair with satisfaction.

The shadows once again swallowed his face, with only his murky eyes seemingly gleaming dangerously in the darkness.

“Remember, Curaçao. This list is key to the organization’s eradication of all rats; you must bring it back.”

Curaçao nodded slightly, her movements as precise as if they were pre-programmed.

She turned around, her steps silent and swift, like a ghost disappearing into the darkness, and left the oppressive core communications room.

Rum's gaze remained fixed on the screen in front of him.

Jundu is different from other organizational cadres. Based on the information he currently has, the other party is not only very intelligent, but also likely has many of his own ideas.

Of course, Rum didn't expect every one of his men to be as devoid of personality as Curaçao...

Like Binga and Bourbon, who are members of the intelligence group, they have very distinct personalities. However, he does not want his subordinates to have too many unnecessary or unfathomable ideas.

"Brainwashing devices...we should continue to increase research investment."

Chapter 7: My Turn Next

"Please, Xiaolan."

"...No, Yoshiki-nii, let's do it next time, okay?"

A shy, timid whisper.

Teitan High School usually lets out around 3:30 pm. It was just past 4 pm when Ran arrived at Beika Second Apartment, which was Yoshiki Hayashi's home.

At Lin Jiashu's request, she mumbled, her face flushed.

Hayashi Yoshiki revealed a very deceptive smile.

On his incredibly refined face, the bloodstain left on the train a few days ago has now faded to almost invisible.

However, upon closer inspection, one can still faintly discern a trace.

"But I don't want to wait, so please, Ran..."

"..."

What?

With Lin Jiashu holding her waist, the girl sitting in his lap pursed her lips in a daze.

Yoshiki-san is always like this...

"good"

Lin Jiashu whispered in her ear, pleading, "This is a rare opportunity, I won't let you escape."

His magnetic voice seemed to be teasing her shyness, and as Xiaolan couldn't help but shrink her shoulders, his hands on her slender waist tightened a little.

"Then... just for a little while, is that okay?" She turned her head and looked at Lin Jiashu with her watery eyes.

"Yes, just for a moment."

Lin Jiashu smiled upon hearing the girl's agreement.

Xiaolan got up from Lin Jiashu's arms.

The pleated skirt of Teitan High School was pressed with some creases and wrinkles, but Ran didn't have time to fix it. Under Yoshiki's gaze, she pouted and sat down next to Yoshiki with a bit of "emotion".

rustling

Lin Jiashu, having loosened her belt, stood up slightly, freeing herself from her restraints.

"..."

Jia Shu was incredibly excited.

This is something that can be understood simply by looking at it once.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became subtle.

Xiao Lan reached out and gently weighed it in her hand. After grasping the cool, fair, slender hand, she needed to mentally prepare herself before lowering her head to bring that pretty face, which could be both happy and angry, closer.

The smile in Lin Jiashu's eyes became more pronounced.

He gently stroked Xiaolan's soft, long hair.

Xiaolan is a very gentle girl.

Although she was very uncomfortable doing this, she was also a little too cautious... which made her act unusually clumsy.

"Xiao Lan..."

"……Um"

When Lin Jiashu stroked her face and lifted her head, Xiaolan's eyes showed confusion.

Lin Jiashu smiled gently:

"It's nothing, it's just... I've suddenly become really eager to see what Ran looks like right now."

"What?"

Xiaolan's face turned almost completely red.

She pursed her lips, still feeling a strange taste in her mouth.

"...Is this enough, Yoshiki-nii?"

Lin Jiashu looked a little embarrassed.

He hesitated for a moment, then cautiously pleaded, "Just a little bit more, okay?"

Because Lin Jiashu's expression was so easy to understand, Xiaolan couldn't help but find it amusing.

Yoshiki-san, who is always so calm and gentle and never wants to trouble others, is actually asking for a favor like this at a time like this...

Seeing his usually quiet and gentle face reveal a particularly frank side that she didn't usually see, this contrast gave her a small thrill of "having Jia Shu in her grasp".

She lowered her head again.

His cautious and clumsy manner, though rather ordinary in terms of experience, was precisely what made Lin Jiashu's mood even more exhilarating.

Lin Jiashu gently stroked her hair.

Two or three minutes later, Xiaolan looked up at him with innocent, doe-like eyes, and Lin Jiashu knew that this was the end of the road.

Xiao Lan sat up shyly.

Lin Jiashu took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist and pull her close to his chest.

"It's my turn next."

He affectionately touched Xiaolan's earlobe with his lips, "Do you need to go to the restroom first?"

　"what?"

Xiaolan blushed and quickly realized what Lin Jiashu meant.

After a long while, she gently shook her head.

Because she had already washed herself before she arrived.

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.

Before 6 p.m., while the sun was still up, Hayashi Yoshiki took Ran back to the vicinity of the Mouri Detective Agency.