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

Unlike Amuro Tooru, she didn't think too much—because Hayashi Yoshiki already knew her undercover identity, but had previously helped her infiltrate back into the organization and asked the FBI to take care of her younger brother, Hondo Eisuke.

In this respect, Rena Mizunashi has a considerable degree of trust in Yoshiki Hayashi.

Hayashi Yoshiki gave her an affirmative reply: "In this respect, we share the same position."

"..."

Having received the answer, Rena Mizunashi fell silent.

The unofficial member driving ahead might report their conversation to Gin later... She was worried that saying too much would only make things worse before the suspicion was completely cleared.

Lin Jiashu then took out his phone and started replying to messages.

Don't worry about Curaçao; you and Bourbon are safe now.

Rena Mizunashi's gaze fell upon the words he had typed in the input box, which were then quickly deleted by Yoshiki Hayashi.

It was indeed him who did it.

Rena Mizunashi was completely relieved.

Lin Jiashu swiped his phone screen to access his email.

Pu Siqinglan sent news of Curaçao's movements—he is still under police control, but has now fallen into the hands of the Public Security Bureau and is being moved to another location soon.

As expected, the police's destination should still be the Ferris wheel in Dongdu Ocean Park.

The abnormality in Curaçao's brain has been detected by CT scan. Combined with the information Amuro Tooru obtained from her sudden illness on the Ferris wheel, the Public Security Bureau has naturally figured out the cause of her amnesia. Therefore, they are currently racing against time to restore her memory in order to obtain more information.

That's perfect.

Lin Jiashu is waiting for the moment when Curaçao regains her memory.

Chapter 16: Why do such a thing!? Coindus—!

On the shores of Tokyo Bay, a giant Ferris wheel slowly turns under the night sky, shimmering with dreamy neon lights.

However, in the hidden shadows beneath its base, the atmosphere was as heavy as iron.

Kazami Yuya pushed up his glasses, his sharp gaze sweeping across his surroundings. Behind him stood several solemn-looking elite police officers, and the key figure in this operation, Curaçao, was the one they were closely guarding.

The woman's long, silvery-white hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and her heterochromatic eyes held a hint of bewilderment.

Listen

When facing colleagues other than Amuro Tooru, Kazami Yuya's voice carried an air of unquestionable authority: "I will personally lead the target up there."

He looked at the Ferris wheel spinning in front of him and said, "There are no other passengers on the Ferris wheel right now, so we can confirm that we were safe when we went up. That means if they make a move, it's highly likely they'll do so when we get back to the ground... So, during our ascent, your mission is to ensure the absolute safety of the area below, block off all possible sniping positions, monitor suspicious individuals, and establish a safety cordon. Once the gondolas land, that's when we really need to be on high alert! Understand?"

"Yes, we understand."

Several colleagues nodded in agreement.

Their eyes were sharp and cautious, and their hands were already unconsciously on the holsters at their waists, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Kazami Yuya nodded slightly, and with the help of the staff, he was about to turn around and guide Curaçao toward the boarding gate—

"No, I don't agree."

A cold voice rang out without warning from the shadows behind them.

The sound, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattered the tense atmosphere. The police officers behind Kazami Yuya reacted almost reflexively, turning to face the sound with practiced ease. Their well-trained muscle memory allowed them to simultaneously pull the trigger safety and assume a defensive/offensive stance as they turned!

However, the other side moved even faster than them.

The two police officers felt a blur before their eyes, and a sharp gust of wind rushed towards them, with no hesitation whatsoever.

"Ugh!"

"cough!"

"Well!"

Several short, muffled groans rang out almost simultaneously!

There are no fancy moves, only the simplest and most efficient joint locks and strikes!

The blond man cut into the momentary defensive gap created by the police officers turning their heads, delivering a precise elbow strike to the ribs of the closest officer, the intense pain causing the man to instantly curl up in pain. At the same time, he tripped and hooked another officer who was trying to draw his gun, knocking him to the ground. Using the momentum of his forward movement, he slammed his shoulder into the chest of a third officer, causing him to stagger backward and collide with Kazami Yuya. The entire process happened in the blink of an eye, so fast it was breathtaking!

As the bewildered Kazami Yuya struggled to do something, the figure he saw had already swept past him, its target pointing straight at Curaçao in the center of the crowd!

His movement to draw his gun froze in place.

"Come with me!"

The other party grabbed Curaçao's hand and rushed directly into the sedan chair that had just moved over.

The Ferris wheel was moving slowly.

"Stop!" "Stop him!"

The police officers who had been knocked down were both shocked and furious. They struggled to their feet despite the pain and drew their guns to aim at the figure dragging Curaçao into the sedan chair.

"Wait, don't chase them!"

Kazami Yuya immediately stopped them from doing so.

He had already steadied himself, and his face showed no shock or anger like his subordinates'. Instead, he stared in astonishment at the gradually rising sedan chair.

In the twilight and neon lights, the glass windows of the carriage reflected a clear silhouette: the profile of a blond, dark-skinned man, firmly controlling Curaçao's wrist. That profile, that signature hair color and build... it was indeed Mr. Furuya.

Mr. Furuya, why did you disrupt the initial plan?

The elevator car gradually rose to a height of six or seven meters above the ground. After seeing Kazami Yuya's eyes below and confirming that he was cooperating, Amuro Tooru breathed a sigh of relief.

He then looked at Curaçao, who still looked completely bewildered.

"You really don't remember me?"

"Yes."

"...Then let's talk about it after you regain your memory."

Amuro Tooru sat down directly in the chair behind him.

The current height is not enough.

The organizers are still observing the area with binoculars.

Amuro Tooru took out his phone.

Gin plans to abduct Curaçao from the sky. If Kazami goes up with her, he will die.

If you want to know the answer, just take a ride on the Ferris wheel yourself.

Remember to let her answer the phone.

It was Yoshiki Hayashi, a text message from Cointreau.

What exactly are that guy's thoughts and intentions?

The current chaos left Amuro Tooru completely bewildered by Hayashi Yoshiki's thoughts, but the text message he sent shouldn't be lying... With this thought in mind, Amuro Tooru appeared under the Ferris wheel and kidnapped Curaçao.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Ocean Park, Vermouth was using binoculars to observe the activity on the Ferris wheel side.

How is the situation?

Gin's cold voice came through the headset.

"As we expected, she was taken to the Ferris wheel by the police, but an unexpected situation occurred."

【What?】

"It was Bourbon. He suddenly appeared, knocked down several police officers at the scene, and then took Curaçao onto the Ferris wheel. It will take them about 10 minutes to reach the top."

[…Bourbon?]

This was indeed beyond Gin's expectations.

However, considering that Bourbon was eager to clear his name of suspicion as an undercover agent and went to find Curaçao, this does make sense. But what if he really was an undercover agent and wanted to take this opportunity to kill Curaçao so that there would be no evidence against him—

A chilling light emanated from Gin's eyes.

It's still uncertain whether the text message from Curaçao's phone to Rum is genuine or not. If Bourbon really did that, it would indeed silence others. But Gin will certainly not let him off easily.

"Ten minutes left, how's the preparation, Vodka?"

Everything is ready.

Vodka, who was working at the control panel, grinned and replied.

Gin sneered.

Ten minutes are slowly counting down.

The two people in the Ferris wheel were riding in a gondola that was rising smoothly with a slight mechanical hum.

The twilight over Tokyo Bay was completely swallowed up, replaced by a dazzling urban nightscape unfolding beneath my feet.

Curaçao's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the colors outside the window, and she subconsciously moved closer to the glass window at the edge of the carriage, the cool glass pressing against her slightly feverish forehead.

In that very instant—

hum!

It felt as if an invisible, red-hot steel needle had pierced deep into her brain! The tearing pain erupted without warning, causing her to groan, her body arching violently, her hands uncontrollably clutching her head, her knuckles even turning white from the force.

"Ugh!" she cried out through gritted teeth.

Amuro Tooru immediately stood up alertly, placed his hand on his waist, and his eyes instantly became extremely serious.

He stared intently at her, not immediately moving forward, but his entire body was tense.

Curaçao's memories are about to return... At that time, her undercover identity will be exposed, and Gin and the others will probably already be waiting at a higher position above the top of the Ferris wheel, just as Hayashi Yoshiki said.

Is killing her the only option?

But what exactly is the answer that Lin Jiashu and Jundu are talking about?

Curaçao screamed in agony under his gaze.

Beneath the Ferris wheel, the five-colored lights tore apart the memories sealed in her brain. It was no longer a needle, but an explosion... Countless memories, like a flood bursting its banks, surged forth in her chaotic consciousness, carrying with them a chilling cold and an overwhelming stench of blood!

[Curaçao, mission objective eliminated, no survivors.]

Lord Rum needs this list...

Clean it up.

These fragments didn't play out in an orderly fashion; instead, they spun wildly in her mind like shattered glass with sharp edges.

But all of this was completely contrary to the warm flower shop in her mind, the fragrance of flowers and soil surrounding her, and the sounds of the bustling yet peaceful city streets outside the flower shop—everything was dark and cold, almost suffocating her.

"No...stop...ah!"

Curaçao curled up in her seat in agony, her body trembling violently. Cold sweat instantly soaked through her clothes, and her hair clung awkwardly to her pale cheeks.

Her breathing suddenly became rapid and disordered.

"Uh!"

Curaçao jerked her head up, her pupils contracting and dilating wildly in the neon light. Her eyes were no longer filled with pure pain and confusion, but with disbelief, horror, and a tearing struggle!

She remembered!

I remember everything!

She is Curaçao, the organization's top intelligence agent, her hands stained with indelible blood, she is not Shimizu Rei at all!

But those children… those children who smiled at her without any defenses, shared candy, and called her “big sister”… those memories of that half-day that she instinctively protected, and even got hurt while saving them, and the deliberately fabricated memories of the small and warm flower shop girl—the moment they fell from that warmth into the abyss, Curaçao was plunged into immense pain.

why?

"Why……"

"Why! Why did you do this?! Jundu—!"

Curaçao's roar, like that of a wounded beast, made Amuro Tooru's eyes widen.

He remained vigilant, his gaze still fixed on her with suspicion.

"What did Cointreau do?"

He looked directly into his pained eyes and asked, word by word, "Tell me, Curaçao."

Curaçao gradually calmed down.