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

She clutched her head in pain.

This situation terrified the children. Ayumi hurriedly took out her phone and called Yoshiki Hayashi—she had memorized Yoshiki Hayashi's phone number a long time ago, but had never had the chance to call.

After the call connected, she immediately cried out for help, "Brother Yoshiki! Something terrible has happened... Big Sister seems to be in a lot of pain. She keeps muttering 'Bourbon,' 'Kiel,' and other such words. She's in a lot of agony!"

That was the list of undercover agents that Curaçao had written down last night using the five-color card.

Her mind was like a computer hard drive; although it had been temporarily formatted, the contents stored on the external hard drive using the five-color cards were easily recalled.

Lin Jiashu rushed to the bottom of the Ferris wheel.

When Curaçao walked down, looking pained and weak, the police and medical personnel had already arrived.

Conan's expression turned serious.

Ai Haibara also had a serious expression... She avoided Conan and took Yoshiki Hayashi's hand, leading him to a corner.

"You knew she was part of the organization?"

"Yes."

"why?"

"...She was an opportunity for me."

Lin Jiashu looked at her.

Ai Haibara tilted her small face up to meet his gaze—she had immediately caught the aura that Curaçao had revealed when she saved Genta Kojima from falling earlier.

Those are people from the organization.

However, Ai Haibara, who was frightened, did not tell Conan about it... because it was brought by Yoshiki Hayashi, and she was a little worried that if Conan knew the truth, it would affect Yoshiki Hayashi's plans.

"She will be a wedge for me to get rid of the most troublesome guy, but I won't reveal any more information before that."

"..."

Ai Haibara's face turned ashen.

But now she no longer hoped that Lin Jiashu would tell her what he was doing, and could only nod silently.

"It's good that you're confident... Should we let Edogawa know her identity?"

"Let's do it later, there's no rush."

Lin Jiashu said.

He glanced at the time and then said that he had to leave for a while, telling them to stay and enjoy themselves in the park.

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.

The book is nearing its end.

Raise your head...

However, I mainly want to write about the theatrical versions and such.

Chapter 13: So noisy, Jundu!

"The UK's MI6, Canada's CSIS, Germany's BND..."

"We have received information that intelligence agents from various countries are being killed one after another, and what they have in common is that they have all infiltrated that organization."

That afternoon, Conan, sensing something was wrong, contacted the FBI.

Besides Blake James, the people in the car were Judy and Michael, who took out several photos of the murdered people and placed them in front of Conan.

"So they were all killed by those people in the Black Organization—!?"

"Yes, according to what we know, that organization sent people to infiltrate the Metropolitan Police Department last night to steal data, and they were involved in a car accident on the Tokyo Bay Cross-Sea Highway while on their escape last night."

Car accident...

Conan immediately thought of Curaçao's face.

That incredible skill, the precision of his throws, and the coincidence of the car accident—

Although it seemed unbelievable, Conan immediately linked Curaçao to the organization's spies.

But what concerned him more was what Lin Jiashu really meant.

Putting aside the unusual behavior the other party displayed today, based solely on his usual sharp deductive skills, Conan guessed that Hayashi Yoshiki must already know Curaçao's identity.

Why didn't he restrain the other party and hand him over to the police? Wasn't he a police officer?

Even at this point, Conan never doubted Hayashi Yoshiki's stance, after all, even if Hayashi Yoshiki did nothing, he did not hand that woman over to the Black Organization.

"We must find out as soon as possible how much information the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department has leaked, otherwise intelligence organizations around the world will be in serious crisis," Blake James said, frowning.

"What data exactly was stolen?"

“Non-Official Cover—the undercover list, a list of spies from various countries that the Japanese Ministry of Public Security has quietly obtained. Although it is not comprehensive, the part recorded is already a bombshell,” Judy explained. “Not only will the spies who infiltrate that organization be killed, but if the undercover list is released to the outside world, the intelligence agencies of various countries may be paralyzed as a result.”

“The assassinations we’re seeing now may just be the beginning,” Blake added.

"..."

Conan's brow furrowed more and more.

Not good.

Could Lin Jiashu be on the leaked list of undercover agents?

There is far too little information available.

He was unconsciously restless, but under the watchful eyes of Judy and the others, he did not reveal his feelings.

When he temporarily separated from the FBI agents, he called Yoshiki Hayashi.

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.

How could that be?

"I was just lucky enough to find a woman with amnesia who had fallen into the water and had nowhere to go."

"She has been taken to the police hospital by the police."

"Send me to gather intelligence?"

"But in order to avoid arousing suspicion from the organization that I am manipulating the script behind the scenes, shouldn't I avoid contacting Curaçao in this situation?"

"Don't you suspect me?"

"But I bet Mr. Vodka will complain that the car accident on the overpass last night looked just like my doing, right?"

His tone was relaxed and lighthearted, with a smile on his face.

Immediately after Lin Jiashu finished speaking those last words, he heard Vodka's panicked voice on the other end of the phone.

Gin ignored it.

He simply replied, "That's all for now," and then hung up the phone.

The vodka next to him looked flustered, rummaging through his coat pockets and checking the inside of his sleeves.

Seeing this, Gin's cold eyes held a hint of impatience: "What are you doing?"

"Could Coindus have planted a listening device on me, brother?!"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm leaving."

"Ok."

Gin put his hands in his pockets and turned to leave.

Vodka quickly and carefully followed, stepping around the carcass of the rat codenamed "Riesling" at his feet.

"Big brother, what's the next goal?"

"Japan."

Could it be...?

"There are still two left to deal with."

Knowing that Gin was referring to Bourbon and Kiel, Vodka remained silent and simply followed suit obediently.

the other side

Parking lot of Dongdu Police Hospital

Amuro Tooru, having parked the car within the parking lines, gripped the steering wheel with one hand while talking on his phone.

"That's right, she's at the Dongdu Police Hospital right now."

"The target is currently in a state of suspected amnesia..."

"It's alright. If that moment ever comes, don't hesitate. I'm entrusting it to you, Kazami."

Looking through the windshield at a room in the inpatient ward, Amuro Tooru spoke in a low voice.

He already knew that several undercover agents in other countries had been purged by the organization.

But Gin hasn't come knocking on his door yet, which is somewhat of a relief to him.

Did that woman not have time to send out her information?

If that's the case, there's still a chance to continue with last night's plan—to control Curaçao and extract more information about the organization from her, as Rum's confidante.

As the second-in-command's confidant and a special intelligence agent, the information Curaçao possesses must be of great importance.

With a sigh of relief, Amuro Tooru got out of the car.

But as soon as he closed the car door, he saw Vermouth, dressed in high heels and looking like a sophisticated urban woman, appear before him.

"Bourbon, what are you doing here?"

"Of course, it's to bring that person back."

"Heh, Curaçao won't reveal anything until her memories are fully restored."

"Why are you telling me this? I don't understand why you're saying this."

"So how do you plan to contact her? She's currently under police surveillance and refuses to meet with anyone."

Vermouth's eyes, hidden behind her sunglasses, held a dangerous glint as she smiled tentatively, "Or is it that if it were you, it would be easy to see her? Like, having some special connection with the police or something..."

Amuro Tooru's heart sank.

Has it been exposed?

Although his heart was indeed in his throat, Amuro Tooru's years of undercover work made it impossible for him to reveal any flaws on the surface—unless it was truly until the very last moment.

What have you been saying since just now?

"Forget it, there's no point in talking here. Let's go somewhere else."

Vermouth lifted the coat she was holding... and beneath it, she was already gripping a gun.

Knowing he had no choice but to comply, Amuro Tooru glanced at the hospital without batting an eye and raised his hands in response to the organization's orders.

Vermouth took him hostage and left.

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.

Yoshiki Hayashi had just ended a brief phone call with Conan.

Now all we need to do is wait.

Time seems to pass so slowly.

Watching the time tick by on his watch, Lin Jiashu picked up his phone and considered for a moment before finding Koizumi Akako's name in his contact list.

Click on the text message.

Press the comma.

send--

Lin Jiashu: [。]

Shortly after the text message was sent, Lin Jiashu's phone vibrated.

Koizumi Akako: [What are you doing?]

Lin Jiashu: [It's nothing, I just pressed it accidentally.]