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

Their relationship is still well hidden, and only Eri Kisaki knows about it.

Even Eri Kisaki was kept in the dark about this kind of overly intense "date," and the two of them are now trying very hard to cover it up.

"I'll head back now, Yoshiki-nii."

After getting out of the white BMW, the girl carrying her schoolbag smiled and waved goodbye to him.

"Okay, I'll contact you by phone when I get back."

Lin Jiashu said with a smile.

Under his watchful eye, Ran happily ran back to the Mouri Detective Agency.

She used the excuse of staying at school to practice karate to go to Hayashi Yoshiki's apartment today—it's one thing to lie to her family and go to Yoshiki's apartment, but to do all that is really too outrageous for a 16-year-old girl.

If people knew, they would definitely think I was a very depraved and shameless girl.

but……

If it's Yoshiki-san, none of this matters, right?

The so-called "self-degradation" also depends on the person. Xiaolan trusts Lin Jiashu a lot. For her, if it is the right person, she feels that none of these things matter.

Watching her turn back and wave at us before walking into the Mouri Detective Agency, Yoshiki Hayashi smiled and stepped on the gas.

However, as he passed by the Poirot Café on the first floor of the firm, he couldn't help but glance inside unconsciously.

—Is Amuro Tooru going to infiltrate here and work part-time?

The thought flashed through his mind, and the next second he couldn't help but chuckle.

Putting aside the fact that he had already revealed his identity to Conan on the Suzuki Express, there was absolutely no need for him to infiltrate Kogoro Mouri's inner circle at the moment.

As the white BMW sped away from the street, Lin Jiashu took out his phone and made a call.

"Hello? It's me."

"Have they already set their sights on them?"

"Very good. Just like I said before, remember to notify me immediately if anything happens, and don't act rashly on your own."

Hearing the reply from the other end of the phone, Lin Jiashu gave some instructions.

After hanging up the phone, he didn't put his phone away. Instead, he opened his contacts, found another number, quickly typed a text message, and sent it.

He put down his phone only after confirming that he had received a reply.

The arrangements were all in place, and he didn't need to take any action until the show began.

He stepped on the gas, and the white sedan quickly disappeared in front of the Mouri Detective Agency, just out of Conan's sight as he opened the window to get some fresh air.

Chapter 8: Operation Curaçao

The only sounds in the air were the low hum of the server racks and the faint airflow of the ventilation system.

This area serves as the core of Japan's public security intelligence defense, with a narrow passageway separated by high-strength alloy doors extending into its deepest part.

With Rum's help and guidance, Curaçao, who had infiltrated the area, typed rapidly on the keyboard. The massive stream of data kept refreshing in her vision, and Curaçao's eyes were fixed on the information that kept flashing by.

Leo Bücheltz – Affiliated with the German Federal Intelligence Service (BND), codename Riesling, common name unknown.

[Real name unknown, affiliated with CSIS (Canadian Security Intelligence Service), codename Aquavit (white spirit), common name unknown.]

Shuichi Akai belongs to the FBI, codenamed Rye, commonly known as Dai Moroboshi.

[Henkai Hondo belongs to the CAI (Central Bureau of Investigation), codenamed Kir, commonly known as Rena Mizunashi]

[Rei Furuya's affiliation is the Security Planning Division of the Metropolitan Police Department's Security Bureau, codenamed Bourbon, commonly known as Tooru Amuro]

【…】

【…】

Numerous photos and information of intelligence personnel flashed through Curaçao's field of vision.

Curaçao took out a stack of cards from her tool card and unfolded them. Looking at the colorful, translucent cards before her, she first took a breath and closed her eyes, then suddenly opened them wide—

Curaçao has a congenital brain abnormality that gives her superhuman short-term memory—she can remember even the most inconspicuous string of code in the corner of a screen, even if it's just a fleeting glance.

However, the human brain has a limited memory capacity.

Therefore, these five-colored cards serve as Curaçao's memory medium. As long as the color of the card is used as a cue, Curaçao's brain can reflexively recall the content she remembered when she sees a card of that color again.

Just as Curaçao was processing all the information she had just seen into her mind,

Snapped!

Suddenly, all the lights in the dimly lit space came on.

"That's enough!"

Kazami Yuya coldly shouted, "Get off the table and put your hands up!"

Two armed guards raised their guns and slowly approached Curaçao.

The latter obediently raised his hands.

Kazami Yuya sneered upon seeing this: "Your every move is under our control."

He was about to step forward and unplug the USB drive that the infiltrator had plugged into the computer when he discovered that it wasn't there.

In that moment of stunned silence, Curaçao moved.

With incredibly swift movements, she swiftly dispatched the two guards beside her and fled the room, heading towards her planned escape route.

But just as Curaçao reached the end of the corridor, Amuro Tooru appeared, ready to intercept her.

—As Kazami Yuya said, they had anticipated Rum's operation to steal the list of undercover agents.

The computer the other party just used had been specially modified so that no USB drive could copy the data from it... This police operation was intended to catch the infiltrated members of the organization like turtles in a jar.

Curaçao remained calm upon seeing Amuro Tooru, and the two engaged in a swift exchange of blows as the distance closed. During their back-and-forth combat, Curaçao's wig fell off, revealing long silver hair tied in a single ponytail. Amuro Tooru, seizing on Curaçao's eagerness to escape, launched a frenzied attack to try and entangle her. While blocking a straight punch aimed at her face, Curaçao inadvertently brushed off her contact lens, which was on her right eye.

The moment the colored contact lens came off, Amuro Tooru saw Curaçao's unusual eye.

"Those eyes—!"

Amuro Tooru immediately realized that the situation was bad.

He, who was infiltrated into the intelligence team, had also heard of Curaçao, a person who could remember all the information after just one glance. If it was her, it wouldn't matter to her whether she used a USB drive to steal the undercover agent list or not.

Curaçao silently raised the corners of her lips, then suddenly turned around, smashed the glass window, and jumped outside.

This is the eighth floor.

She fell in a parabolic arc, landing on a tall tree branch outside the building. Then, using that branch as a springboard, she leaped onto a nearby utility pole and began to fall in a spiral.

She reached the ground in less than three seconds and quickly fled the scene.

"Don't run away!!!"

Ignoring the commotion behind her, Curaçao quickly fled the scene after stealing a car from a passerby.

This scene was also witnessed by a woman in a building near the Metropolitan Police Department.

Shimizu Reiko immediately took out her phone and reported the matter.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

After answering in a calm voice, he hung up the phone without waiting for Shimizu Reiko to say anything further.

The moment has finally arrived—

Lin Jiashu immediately switched contacts and made a call to give instructions.

He has been keeping an eye on Curaçao's operations for the past few days.

As for why he knew the timing of Curaçao's operation so precisely, it was nothing more than that a high-ranking member of the Public Security Bureau tipped him off—Lin Jiashu was certainly unwilling to use the Red Army's high-ranking officials like expendable resources.

Just like Miyamoto Akemi did back then, he first used the Death Note to write down the other person's name and set the date of their death to be the farthest day of the 23 days that would continue according to the calendar. Then he controlled the other person and used hypnosis to control their actions... It's not difficult to do this.

Of course, the higher-ups were aware of Amuro Tooru and his group's fishing operation.

“Curaçao…”

Lin Jiashu couldn't help but whisper the code name.

Although he was unable to find out Rum's code name with the help of Noah's Ark, he did know the real names of Curaçao and Binga.

Will the other party know Rum's real name?

It is essential to confirm this in person.

Meanwhile, Curaçao was on the run in his car.

The situation was urgent. She had stolen a somewhat old-fashioned car and was speeding down the highway while frantically dialing on her phone.

[Dark beer, white spirits, and Riesling are NOCs; you may have noticed Bourbon and Kiel before.]

NOC (Non-Official Cover) refers to spies who infiltrate other countries disguised as ordinary people. Because they do not have diplomatic cover, these intelligence agents usually carry out missions as civilians. Once exposed, they face extremely high risks and cannot obtain diplomatic protection.

Just as Curaçao typed in the last two code names, she caught sight of Amuro Tooru catching up from behind; he was already very close. To get the information out, Curaçao had no choice but to press send on the unfinished text message.

Chapter 9: Lin Jiashu's Actions and the Brainwashing of Curaçao

Two cars, one black and one white, were racing each other on the Tokyo Bay Highway.

The intense chase completely disrupted the original traffic order, and many vehicles lost their sense of proportion and collided with each other in the rush to avoid each other.

When a chain-reaction car accident occurred ahead, Amuro Tooru, who had been pressing his foot firmly on the accelerator, suddenly unconsciously slowed down a bit—he suddenly thought of the organization member codenamed Jundo.

Could there be a trap he set up in this chase?

As soon as such a guess appeared, Amuro Tooru still gripped the steering wheel tightly and firmly pressed the accelerator.

Regardless of whether it's a trap or what surprises await ahead, what's more important is preventing Curaçao from escaping!

During the intense competition between the two sides, a motorcycle crossed the accident scene and arrived at the open space in front of the road, which had come to a standstill due to a car accident.

The helmeted rider removed the guitar backpack from his back, took out a sniper rifle, assembled it, and mounted it on the motorcycle.

"There will be construction on the latter half of the cross-sea highway tonight."

"There's no need to engage in the chase. Once the target realizes that there's a traffic jam ahead and she can't pass, she'll take a desperate gamble and turn around to drive back against the flow of traffic."

Kevin Yoshino no longer had any doubts about the contents of the text message.

He was punishing evil.

Kevin Yoshino's gaze was unusually calm as he brought the road ahead of the cross-sea highway into his scope.

—There are too many corrupt humans in this degenerate world.

People who harm others should not exist. Only by punishing all those who commit heinous crimes and achieve their own ends by harming others can the oppressed and humiliated have an equal right to happiness—just like my good friend Timothy Hunter!

“I have no chance to save you, Hunter.”

"But now I am on the path of saving others, and my actions are..."

"Justice!"

When Kevin Yoshino saw the black sedan return, a strong determination shone in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Curaçao, who was traveling against traffic, noticed the figure with a sniper rifle set up ahead.

Her pupils contracted.

who is it?

Although she couldn't find the answer, it aroused her sadistic tendencies.

"Interesting, then I'll run you over!"

With a dangerous smile on her face, Curaçao quickly shifted gears and floored the accelerator, then adjusted the steering wheel angle and leaned forward towards the passenger seat, using the center console to conceal her figure.

Kevin Yoshino, who had lost sight of Curaçao in his scope, was not worried.

"When she realizes you're aiming at her, she'll lower her upper body to avoid your gun. Don't worry, you'll hit her right tire."

Everything was just as that person had said.

Without any reason to doubt, Kevin Yoshino aimed his gun at the car's right tire and pulled the trigger.

Several times, he had secretly observed the scenes of those poor persecuted people who, upon learning of the death of the evildoers who had humiliated and oppressed them, felt relieved and gained a new and happy life—and each time he did so, a strong sense of mission would surge in his finger as he pulled the trigger.