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

Large livestock...

Although I had prepared myself mentally based on the medical examination report, I never expected it to come to this.

What's interesting is that, knowing their bodies would revert to their original state, neither he nor she mentioned it and didn't take any precautions whatsoever.

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.

Lin Jiashu never imagined she would take such a serious bath just because she was going to meet a man.

Wash away all body odor and unwanted hair.

He even used a unisex fragrance, which is quite rare for him.

Although only a very light amount was used, the effect was enough to satisfy him.

Because the person who requested the meeting was Gin.

Given that guy's almost obsessive sensitivity towards Sherry, if we don't handle this properly, he might catch us red-handed.

He arrived at the destination in the middle of the night.

Jingle ~

On the heavy bar door, bells jingled softly as they were shaken.

"oops."

A man's voice, seemingly with ulterior motives, immediately rang out, carrying a sarcastic tone: "The boss who claims to be unwell and dumps all the work on his employees turns out to be energetic and comes to the bar to drink every night."

"My symptoms may last for another two or three days, Mr. Bourbon."

Lin Jiashu wore a silent smile.

He walked to the bar and sat down.

Vodka grinned inwardly, watching the spectacle unfold... These two had really fallen out back in the abandoned factory.

Although Bourbon did escape because of Cointreau's interference, it was essentially a pointless move by Cointreau to kill Bourbon himself—moreover, Bourbon had been kept in the dark and manipulated by Cointreau all along.

Given this situation, he had to admire Cointreau for actually allowing Bourbon to work in his firm.

He really couldn't understand the world of abnormal people.

Gin frowned; he smelled the perfume on Yoshiki Hayashi.

"what happened?"

Prior to this, Cointreau did not have the habit of using perfume.

Because that's not rigorous.

Not only does the use of perfume by a detective affect their perception and recording of smells at a crime scene, but for an assassin, the scent of perfume can sometimes be used as a marker to draw attention.

"It's a gift from a girl I recently met," Lin Jiashu explained with a smile. "I couldn't help it; she insisted I try it out."

"Huh? You went on a date!?"

Chianti, who was sitting on the side, suddenly leaned back and turned to stare wide-eyed at Lin Jiashu.

Seeing this, Bourbon smiled and said, "He might be dating more than one person. Do you want me to tell you about each one?"

"Hurry up and tell me! I want to see what kind of women they are!" Chianti said with a defiant expression.

"Mr. Bourbon is indeed from the intelligence team, but is it really okay for him to be collecting information on me so openly?"

"Are you going to kill me?" Bourbon retorted with a sharp smile, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "If I die, is it alright to completely lose the identity of Detective Hayashi Yoshiki?"

"You really are a very interesting person, Mr. Bourbon."

Lin Jiashu laughed.

It was supposed to be a smile, but it seemed to seep out from his face... a chilling smile that looked like it was stuck to a face that had nothing on it.

The moment Chianti saw that face, she stopped yelling—damn it, if she saw Jundu like that in bed, even if she were a woman, she would immediately "wilt".

Vodka nervously swallowed, his thick fingers unconsciously rubbing his glass, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two arguing men and Gin, who remained unmoved beside him.

Is the eldest brother still not going to say anything?

As if hearing his innermost thoughts, Gin finally made a move.

He stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

"Have you argued enough?"

His words were like an invisible whip, instantly dispelling the tense atmosphere in front of the bar.

Yoshiki Hayashi and Tooru Amuro both quieted down.

Gin's gaze fell on Amuro Tooru, his eyes filled with intense pressure: "You'd better not do anything unnecessary, Bourbon."

However, facing this guy who wanted to kill him even without any evidence, Bourbon was not intimidated at all. His eyes revealed a mocking look: "Wait until you find evidence that I am an undercover agent before you say such things."

Gin's aura grew increasingly cold.

However, he was too lazy to argue about these verbal battles, but he silently made a fuss about Bourbon in his heart—just like his attitude towards Binga in the original work, no matter how much the other party jumped around, he would pretend not to see it, but if he had the chance, Gin would not hesitate to kill the other party.

"This mission requires the two of you to complete."

After Gin finished speaking, Vodka took out several photos.

The photo shows several men who don't look particularly special, but their faces don't resemble Japanese people... rather, they look more like they're from Southeast Asia.

At the same time, there were only photos, no names, and no extra files.

"Judging from their appearance... are they illegal immigrants?"

"Yes, they came secretly from the Philippines."

"They're just illegal immigrants. No one would care if they just threw these guys into Tokyo Bay without any identity."

Amuro glanced at Yoshiki Hayashi almost imperceptibly. He didn't want Hayashi involved in the murder... at least not something he could handle alone; there was no need for him to get his hands dirty. He spoke with obvious disdain, "I can handle this by myself. Why should I cooperate with this troublesome guy?"

“The illegal immigrants are nothing to worry about, but we need to take care of the guys behind them,” Vodka explained with a grin. “The channels for smuggling people into Japan from overseas are getting tighter and tighter. The smugglers behind these Filipinos seem to be something. We need to investigate them and take care of them—of course, by accident. After all, if it’s a ‘homicide’ at the scene, it would attract the attention of the police and make them aware of the smuggling channels, which wouldn’t be good.”

"Why would an organization get involved in such a low-level business as human smuggling?"

"This is none of your business." Gin snorted coldly, then looked at Yoshiki Hayashi. "Try to make this accident as inconspicuous as possible, and don't let anyone notice any trace of your involvement."

Lin Jiashu did not respond.

“His intelligence, your accident.” Gin, raising his glass, focused on Amuro Tooru, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent. “Bourbon, cooperate well. If your intelligence is flawed, or if any…unnecessary personal emotions affect Jundo’s efficiency…” He didn’t finish, but the chilling killing intent already permeated the air.

Amuro Tooru lowered his eyes.

"Ok."

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Chapter 29: Two "Clean Waters"

The white BMW glided into the traffic of Tokyo's nighttime streets like a ghost.

The interior lights were off, with only the dashboard emitting a faint blue glow that outlined the distinct profiles of the two men in the driver's and passenger's seats.

The tense, hostile atmosphere in the bar earlier dissipated instantly, like a burst bubble, replaced by a quiet, subtle understanding.

Amuro Tooru rested one hand on the steering wheel, his sharp gaze sweeping across the rearview mirror. After confirming that no one was following him, his eyes then turned to Hayashi Yoshiki in the passenger seat. The latter was leaning back slightly, his gaze fixed on the phone that was emitting a bright light. The cold and sarcastic look from before had completely disappeared, leaving only a calmness, and even a hint of a smile.

Lin Jiashu: "Are you feeling any better now? Does it still hurt when you walk?"

Ai Haibara: "Just this one text message you sent is enough for the police to put you on their list of perverts."

Ai Haibara: "...The antidote's effects have worn off, and after my body returned to normal, it seems like my condition has improved as well. I feel great now, except for a slight cold."

APTX4869 was initially developed by the Miyano couple as a perfect drug to completely cure non-congenital diseases and acquired injuries.

Whether it's Ai Haibara, Conan Edogawa, or Vermouth... they all recover very quickly from injuries, and often don't even leave scars.

Lin Jiashu: "If you have a cold, just rest well. But even if I told you, you probably wouldn't listen. In short, even when you're doing research, be careful not to overdo it, and don't forget to take your cold medicine."

After sending the text message, Lin Jiashu put away his phone without waiting for a reply.

"Is she really a new girlfriend?"

Amuro Tooru raised an eyebrow.

I guess so...

"I really admire that you still have the mind to flirt with girls when you have such a heavy burden." Amuro Tooru did not comment on Hayashi Yoshiki's actions. In the end, it is normal for someone under the pressure of being an undercover agent to need to seek comfort in relationships. He changed the subject: "I really admire Gin. Every time I am in the same place as him, I feel like I am in an ice cellar."

Lin Jiashu's eyes were closed, seemingly focused on his gaze, but the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, a gesture of agreement:

"His air conditioning is one of the organization's free benefits."

"If I could, I really wouldn't want this kind of benefit."

"..."

A brief silence filled the car, broken only by the low hum of the engine and the indistinct noise of the city outside the windows.

Amuro Tooru's fingertips tapped unconsciously on the steering wheel, his gaze falling several times on Hayashi Yoshiki's calm profile, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"This mission..." he finally spoke, his voice a few decibels deeper than before, "The fact that the organization would contact smuggling channels is a bit unusual... I wonder what they're up to. Do you think this should be reported and the police should get involved?"

"I can't figure out what the organization needs smuggling channels for, but if the mission fails, Gin might use it as an excuse to get rid of you."

"..."

Amuro Tooru remained silent.

He knew that what Lin Jiashu said was not impossible.

But we can't just let things go like this.

"A few illegal immigrants and their smugglers are not difficult to investigate. As for their request being just a simple accident that wouldn't attract any attention..."

He paused there, not saying the rest, but the meaning was clear—it wasn't necessarily up to you to take action.

Lin Jiashu slowly opened his eyes.

He didn't look at Amuro Tooru immediately, but instead gazed at the dazzling street scene rushing past the car window.

“Gin’s orders have been issued.” His voice was calm, devoid of emotion. “This is a collaboration between you and me, and I’m more experienced and efficient at handling unexpected situations.”

"efficiency--"

Amuro Tooru repeated the word, his voice carrying a hint of barely suppressed emotion, "Yoshiki, I know you have your methods!"

This was the first time he had used this name for Hayashi Yoshiki.

Setting aside organizational affiliation and the hierarchical relationship within the firm, but rather viewing each other as senior members of the public security bureau speaking to junior colleagues—

“But every time I do this kind of work for the organization, I’m taking another step into the abyss. I don’t want to see you…” He paused, “…at least in the corners I can see, I don’t want your hands to get tainted with these dirty parts again.”

His words were filled with genuine concern.

Because he knew the cruelty of undercover work, he didn't want to see his junior's hands stained with more and more indelible blood.

The organization will be destroyed sooner or later.

But by then, the guilt deep in my heart could not be erased.

Hayashi Yoshiki finally turned his head and looked at Amuro Tooru.

The dim light inside the car cast interplay of light and shadow on his face, making his usually gentle eyes appear exceptionally deep and unfathomable.

"Senior, do you believe those accidents were solely due to my personal 'ability'?"

Amuro Tooru paused slightly, his brows furrowing even more: "What do you mean?"

Lin Jiashu turned his gaze back to the window, his tone becoming somewhat detached, as if narrating a fact unrelated to himself: "Do you really think it's possible for one person to precisely calculate the traffic flow, variables, and wind direction on the road, and to precisely guide everything to kill someone at the right time...?"

"As for the blood on your hands..." He paused, a faint, almost cold mockery in his voice, "Whose hands are completely clean? The only difference is that some blood is visible, and some blood... is invisible."

Amuro Tooru's pupils contracted slightly.

Although Lin Jiashu's words were vague, his meaning was actually quite clear.

— Cointreau's abilities come from the person hidden even deeper behind him.

In that instant, he thought of many things.

For example, regarding Noah's Ark—the investigation team reported this name as a finding, and soon after, the team was relieved of its police presence.