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

Koizumi Akako: [Huh?]

Koizumi Akako: [So you mean you accidentally tapped my phone number after entering the text message interface, accidentally typed a period, and then accidentally tapped send? What a coincidence!]

If the message sent is normal text content, and they say it was accidentally sent to the wrong person, Koizumi Akako, we might as well believe it.

But there's only one period?

Hmph, what a cover-up! You must have been staring at my text message page for ages, hesitating and agonizing, unable to save face but unable to resist typing a period and sending it hoping for a reply.

Lin Jiashu, this man is really easy to understand!

Koizumi Akako: [Speak! What exactly do you want to say to me? Don't try to hide it anymore.]

Time slowly passed by, about ten or twenty minutes.

Lin Jiashu's phone vibrated slightly again.

Koizumi Akako: [Hello?]

no reply.

Akako Koizumi: [If I don't speak now, I'll never have another chance.]

Lin Jiashu did not look at the messages on his phone.

He was holding a camera and smiling as he took photos.

"Raise your right leg a little higher."

"...Is that so, Mr. Lin?"

Shimizu Reiko's voice was both shy and excited.

Wearing a bunny girl-style headband, her beautiful face was flushed with a dreamy blush, and she lay on the living room island wearing only black stockings on her legs.

She placed one hand on her chest without covering it, her fingers just touching her lips with a shy expression, while her other hand was placed on her lower abdomen. The hair between her fingers made her fair skin look as delicate as snowflakes.

Koizumi Akako: [Hello?]

Koizumi Akako: [Is your phone out of battery?]

"Oh no, the camera is out of battery."

When you press the shutter button, a message appears indicating that the battery is low and needs to be charged.

Lin Jiashu could only smile and put down his camera.

Even so, he still didn't check the text messages on his phone.

And so we waited, watching time slowly flow by.

Scene transition

The summer sun always sets later.

The sky was still bright at around 6 p.m.

In a factory located in an industrial area, the metal workshop, lacking lighting and windows, was pitch black, and the air was filled with the mixed smells of rust, machine oil, and dust.

Lin Jiashu, who had combed all her hair back into a slicked-back style, bent one knee and sat on an inconspicuous cargo box next to her.

Gin and vodka stood in the middle of the factory.

In the dim light, only the cigarette burning in Gin's mouth emitted a conspicuous red glow.

These two men flew to Berlin overnight to kill the undercover agent and then flew back to Tokyo without stopping to get here. They are truly iron men.

"So, have you found evidence that Bourbon and his group are traitors?"

"not yet."

Gin didn't even turn his head, just sneered, "But there's no need for that anymore, the BOSS is about to lose patience too."

"So you've decided to kill them regardless of the truth?" Lin Jiashu seemed pleased to hear this, his voice carrying a subtle joy: "That's good."

"..."

Cointreau was very happy...

Even though Bourbon had been in his firm for so long and had helped him a lot.

What a cold-blooded guy.

Vodka smacked his lips, finding them rather dry.

Normally he would have lit a cigarette like his older brother at this time, but he decided to hold back this time.

After Gin did not respond, the factory fell silent again.

"Lord Gin, they've arrived."

An inconspicuous man ran in through the door and informed them.

That was an unofficial member.

Lin Jiashu looked at the other person's face and gave a calm smile.

After receiving Gin's instructions, the other party ran out again and quickly brought Bourbon and Kiel into the dimly lit factory. Under the threat of a gun, the two men, their hands cuffed, were led to an iron pillar in the factory and handcuffed.

Vermouth followed behind with her arms crossed.

"Wait a minute, you guys seem to suspect we're spies?"

Amuro Tooru tried to struggle a few times, but found himself tightly restrained. He shouted to the people in front of him.

Snapped!

Behind Gin, an emergency light suddenly turned on.

The intense sunlight shone directly on Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena's faces, making it difficult for them to open their eyes.

Gin then spoke in a murderous tone: "It seems that your codenames are on the list of undercover agents sent by Curaçao."

"Curaçao? Rum's confidant?"

“I’ve heard of special personnel who are specifically responsible for collecting intelligence,” Rena Mizunashi chimed in.

"So you guys knew all along."

"Of course, his distinctive feature is his heterochromia, with his left and right eyes being different colors, which is quite famous within the organization."

As Mizunashi Rena spoke, she squinted slightly, feeling the light was too dazzling, to see how many people were still around.

Gin, Vermouth... that somewhat burly figure must be Vodka.

Besides that, there was the unofficial member who brought them in, and that's it?

Under the bright light, they could barely open their eyes and couldn't see the two people in the corner. They couldn't clearly see where Lin Jiashu was, and naturally, they couldn't detect the outline of another figure over there.

"Hurry up, if you tell the truth, we won't make things difficult for you." Vodka walked over.

"They kidnapped us instead of assassinating us because the information about Curaçao wasn't complete enough, right?" Amuro Tooru asked confidently, looking at Gin sitting on the cargo box. "Am I wrong?"

“As expected of you, Bourbon.” Vermouth laughed. “It would be fine if you had just stolen the list of undercover agents, but you were discovered by the police, had an accident during your escape, and ended up with severe amnesia.”

"Shouldn't we bring Curaçao back and retrieve the list of undercover agents?!" Rena Mizunashi shouted. "Gin! It's not too late to confirm whether we're spies then!"

Gin, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, gave a cold laugh.

"That's absolutely right."

As he spoke, he stood up and pulled a pistol from inside his trench coat.

Beneath the brim of his hat, his dark green pupils gleamed with a cruel, menacing light.

"But my principle is to never let any suspect escape! Come on, you traitors, the time has come to punish you!"

Gin pointed the gun at the two men.

This turn of events caught Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena completely off guard.

Cold sweat involuntarily seeped from their foreheads.

They hadn't expected Gin to be so unreasonable, wanting to eliminate them without even needing evidence—

In the silence, the heartbeats of the two undercover agents were more intense than ever before.

Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena were tense, their hands, bound to the iron pillar, twisting silently, trying to unlock the handcuffs through the steel wire.

However, it was simply too late—

At that moment, Gin's ears twitched.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the spot where Lin Jiashu was standing.

"Shut up, Jundu! Your phone has been buzzing nonstop since just now, what are you doing!?"

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It's said to be nearing its end, but it's probably been more than a month or two already.

Chapter 14: Coincidence's Fury

The hands, which were bound by handcuffs, were turned around and tied to the iron post.

The cold metallic touch pressed against his back like the fangs of a viper. When Gin's gun was pointed in his direction, Amuro Tooru felt as if the blood in his body had frozen instantly, and all his senses were suddenly seized by that moment of darkness.

His eyes even froze instantly.

That guy is serious—

Gin's eyes were filled with an undisguised ferocity and murderous intent, and the air in front of the gun barrel conveyed an extremely dangerous signal.

"..."

In the moment of silence, as if time had been infinitely extended, all that could be heard was the rapid heartbeat of himself and his fellow undercover agent, Rena Mizunashi.

The space inside the old factory building was huge and empty.

The air was thick with the smell of rust and dust, like an abandoned tomb. Several narrow skylights high up were sealed off, letting in no sunlight. Only the blinding beam of emergency lights shone directly from behind Gin, casting his figure in a black coat dangerously into their line of sight.

They've been driven to a dead end with no way out.

When he was taken away from the police hospital, Amuro Tooru had already arranged for Kazami Yuya to take Curaçao away with the public security department.

He originally thought that the incomplete information about Curaçao would give him some room to maneuver. As long as his colleagues in the Ministry of Public Security controlled Curaçao to prevent further information leaks, he could deal with whatever came his way... But Gin, that guy, never gave him that chance from the very beginning!

At that moment, he finally realized that compared to normal organizations, the existence of the Black Organization was so simple and brutal.

Gin's ears twitched slightly.

Then,

Amuro Tooru and Mizunashi Rena then saw Gin suddenly turn his head and angrily rebuke them:

"Shut up, Jundu! Your phone has been buzzing nonstop since just now, what are you doing!?"

There was a moment of silence in the darkness.

Then, other voices rang out.

The voice that Amuro Tooru found extremely familiar, so familiar it sent chills down his spine:

"It's news about a date."

"They keep asking me what kind of clothes I want to wear... I've already muted my phone, but it still vibrates a little when I get a text message."

"Would you like me to check your phone?"

Gin's eyes were cold.

Upon hearing that voice, Amuro Tooru's heart wavered.

Cointreau…

Cointreau——! ?

why?

A sudden wave of nausea surged up his throat, and as a sharp chill ran down his spine and into his brain, Amuro Tooru's brain was subjected to an unparalleled shock.

An unexpected killer who created countless accidents and eliminated a large number of enemies for the organization.

A genius detective who joins the police investigation team as a consultant, actively seeking to catch the unexpected killer...

They were the same person from the very beginning.