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

With a "click".

The phone was abruptly hung up.

Lin Jiashu slowly put down his phone, and the screen went dark.

He remained standing on the balcony, looking at the street outside, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Inside the office, Koshimizu Nanatsuki's gaze had already shifted from the television. She looked at Hayashi Yoshiki with some concern... It wasn't that she was intentionally trying to eavesdrop; in fact, she couldn't hear anything. But she had just noticed that Hayashi Yoshiki seemed to be arguing with someone.

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 forensic results showed that no explosives such as bombs or gunpowder were found at the scene."

"There is a Japanese restaurant on the first floor of the international conference center. The explosion occurred in its underground kitchen. A large amount of gas was detected in the kitchen, so it can be confirmed that it was a gas explosion."

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

The large conference room was filled with high-ranking police officers and officers seconded from other locations for the summit, and the topic of conversation was, of course, the explosion that had occurred that afternoon.

"Wait, that building was just completed, it's unlikely there's a gas leak."

Kuroda Hyoue sat in the center of the conference room, frowning.

"Yes, the building actually uses the latest gas system, and the gas valves can be controlled via the internet."

"So why did the gas leak happen?"

"The gas system may have had a malfunction since its initial construction. Inspections were originally scheduled for today, but this incident occurred unexpectedly… Furthermore, the network environment at 'Oceanfront' was also planned for final adjustments today. The original plan was for the Metropolitan Police Department's Public Security Bureau to complete the security check this morning before the system was inspected."

"In that case, this incident is very likely an accident."

The high-ranking police officers present exchanged glances and largely agreed with the conclusion.

Because if it were a terrorist attack targeting the summit, it would definitely have been on May 1st, when all the world's leaders were gathered, otherwise it would have been meaningless.

Moreover, after this incident, the venue will inevitably have to be relocated.

Just as everyone reached a consensus and was preparing to close the case, the meeting room door was suddenly opened.

"I have something to report!"

Kazami Yuya's hurried footsteps and flustered pace drew everyone's attention.

"State your department and name."

"Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Public Security Division, Yuya Kazami."

As Kazami Yuya gave his name, he strode towards the center of the conference room: "Have you identified the source of the ignition that caused the gas explosion?"

"Not yet. The Criminal Investigation Department is investigating the electrical equipment."

"The source of the fire is most likely the high-voltage cable."

After standing in the center, Yuya Kazami announced his latest discovery: "We found charred fingerprints on the door of the high-voltage cable junction box."

Immediately, a piece of steel, almost indistinguishable in appearance, appeared on the conference room screen. Upon zooming in, several fingerprints, blackened by fire, were visible on one area.

"Only construction workers and Ministry of Public Security personnel who conducted security checks in the morning were allowed on site. Therefore, we compared these fingerprints with those in the database and found that the fingerprint owner was..."

Kazami Yuya suddenly stopped speaking at this point.

Rei Furuya's plan is for him to frame Kogoro Mouri for the murder here...

Although it was indeed unethical to do so, Kazami Yuya could completely understand his superior's feelings and actions. After all, the Public Security Bureau was a department that would stop at nothing to achieve its goals, and could be called a spy department... Moreover, they didn't really want Kogoro Mouri to take the blame; it was just a temporary measure.

"Who owns the fingerprints? Tell me," Kuroda Hyōe urged him.

“It’s that famous detective…” Kazami Yuya paused for a moment, ““and also a famous mystery novelist, Hayashi Yoshiki.”

The screen suddenly switched to Lin Jiashu's file and photos.

Varied--?

Not only did Inspector Megure, who was sitting next to Kuroda Hyōe, almost cry out, but Shiratori Ninzaburo, Satō, and the others below also stood up in disbelief.

"How is this possible...?"

"But the fingerprint comparison result is correct."

Kazami Yuya stood upright on the stage.

He was covered in injuries, with a band-aid on his nose and a freshly bandaged headband on his forehead—he had also been affected by the explosion at the venue that afternoon.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

The phone, which had been silenced inside my clothes, suddenly started buzzing wildly.

Kazami Yuya knew it must be Furuya Rei calling, because the other party was also watching the meeting, and his failure to follow his instructions would naturally be noticed immediately.

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.

"An international conference center on an artificial island?! How is that possible? How could Mr. Lin do such a thing?!"

Kindaichi Detective Agency

Koshimizu Nanatsuki was approached by a group of police officers before she even got off work.

Upon hearing the police's purpose, she immediately protested, but having already obtained a search warrant, they were not stopped by Nanatsuki Koshimizu and stepped directly into the office.

Koshimizu Nanatsuki tried to say something, but Hayashi Yoshiki called out to her.

"Alright, Yue Shui. The police have already come to our door with a search warrant; there's no use stopping them now," he said with a smile as he sat down on the sofa.

"How can you be so relaxed at a time like this, Mr. Lin... Someone must have framed you, right!?" Koshimizu Nanatsuki seemed much more anxious than him, but her detective skills kept her relatively calm. "I'll inform Mr. Amuro now."

"Mr. Amuro..."

Lin Jiashu raised his head, letting out only a low laugh.

Kazami Yu, who led the team in, also clearly saw the smile on his face.

He fell silent.

—This was his first time stepping into Yoshiki Hayashi's detective agency.

However, he had actually been quite familiar with the firm's business, and whenever Amuro Tooru was busy with something, he would just remotely delegate a lot of the work to him—of course, he also knew about Hayashi Yoshiki's "identity".

"Let's begin the search."

He gestured for his police officers to begin searching the office, while he asked Lin Jiashu to speak to him privately.

The two went to the balcony.

"Mr. Lin..."

He was a year older than Amuro Tooru, but he looked at Hayashi Yoshiki with some unease: "Is it really necessary to go this far?"

"What do you mean it's necessary to go this far? Isn't this all part of Mr. Furuya's plan? It's just that the person being framed has been shifted from an ordinary citizen to me."

“But you’re different. You’re not just…” Kazami Yuya stopped abruptly, “If you were involved in the investigation, wouldn’t it be easier to get to the bottom of this case?”

"Since Mr. Furuya is so confident, it won't make a difference whether I'm here or not, right?"

"..."

Noticing Hayashi Yoshiki's cold attitude towards the title "Mr. Furuya," Kazami Yuya felt a tightness in his chest.

At that moment, Lin Jiashu noticed the vibration of his cell phone in his pocket.

"...It's Mr. Furuya's call, but I haven't answered it yet."

"Let's answer it now, since it's already happened anyway."

Lin Jiashu said with a smile.

He watched the police officers searching the office thoroughly, then stepped off the balcony, but before leaving, he patted Kazami Yuya on the shoulder: "But I'm still very grateful that you were willing to listen to my suggestion, Mr. Kazami."

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.

My head still hurts a bit (looking up at the sky).

Chapter 32: Hayashi Yoshiki is Arrested

"Seriously, the Tokyo Summit is such a serious event, and an explosion actually happened at the venue... What were those police officers doing?"

The Mori Detective Agency was enveloped in a peaceful atmosphere at dusk.

Outside the window, Tokyo's neon lights were just coming on, creating a lazy atmosphere throughout the room.

Kogoro Mouri, unusually, wasn't watching the horse race broadcast with a beer can in hand. Instead, he was flipping through a newspaper and loudly criticizing the Public Security Bureau's dereliction of duty—perhaps because the Tokyo Summit was approaching, the office hadn't been open for several days.

Conan sat to the side reading a recently released mystery novel. Although Kogoro Mouri's sarcastic remarks did remind him of the "Ocean Shore" bombing, it was ultimately not something he could interfere with...

"Conan, what do you want for dinner tonight?"

Ran wiped the coffee table until it shone, then looked at Conan and asked.

"Can I make curry rice then, Sister Xiaolan?"

"Curry rice..."

Xiaolan rested her index finger on her chin, tilted her head back, and began to recall what ingredients were in the refrigerator.

In this relaxed and peaceful atmosphere, noisy laughter could be heard from the boring variety show playing on TV.

Suddenly, the variety show was interrupted, and the opening theme music for the emergency news broadcast suddenly blared out, sharp and abrupt.

[We now have an urgent message that we have just received...]

The female anchor's clear but emotionless voice instantly captured the attention of everyone in the agency.

Kogoro Mouri looked up, muttering in dissatisfaction, "What's going on? It's just getting to the exciting part..."

However, his complaints stopped abruptly when he saw the news footage.

Conan abruptly closed the novel.

Xiaolan froze completely while wiping the coffee table, her fingers gripping the cloth tightening unconsciously.

On the television screen appeared the figure they knew all too well—Lin Jiashu.

He was dressed in neat black, but his hands were incongruously covered by a dark blue police jacket used to conceal his handcuffs. He was being escorted by several serious-looking detectives as he walked out of his office.

The camera zoomed in very close, revealing his eyes, which were so calm they were almost excessive.

Unlike typical suspects who would bow their heads to avoid the camera, he held his head slightly higher, his expression calm, as if he were simply cooperating with a routine investigation rather than being escorted. However, his overly straight back and slightly pursed lips hinted at a barely perceptible tension.

[It has been reported that renowned detective and mystery novelist Yoshiki Hayashi was formally arrested this evening by the Metropolitan Police Department's Public Security Bureau in connection with the recent "Ocean Beach" bombing...] The female news anchor's voice was icy as she recounted the events, each word like a hammer blow to the hearts of the three people in the office. [Police revealed that they have obtained relevant evidence, and the case is under further investigation...]

"Varied……?!"

Kogoro Mouri sprang up from his chair, his eyes wide as saucers, and the newspaper in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter. "What kind of international joke is this?! Itsuki?! A bombing?! How could this be?!"

He practically lunged at the television, pointing at the screen, his beard trembling with rage:

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense! Are those police officers just sitting around doing nothing?! How can they arrest people like that! Especially Ashu! If Eri finds out, she'll definitely... she'll definitely..."

He was both anxious and angry, his words were incoherent, and his face turned bright red.

Conan's brows furrowed tightly, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

He pushed up his glasses, his mind racing: Lin Jiashu? Arrested? As a suspect in the bombing? This is utterly absurd! Putting aside his status as a police officer, given his abilities and character, there's absolutely no way he would do such a thing.

What exactly happened...?

His sharp gaze swept across the faces of the public security police officers in the news footage.

And Xiaolan—

She seemed to have all her strength drained away in an instant, staggered back a small step, and bumped into the desk behind her with a dull thud.

The rag in his hand silently slipped to the ground.

The girl's face turned deathly pale in an instant, her lips parted slightly, but she couldn't make a sound.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the figure being frantically chased by reporters' flashing lights on the television screen, her pupils trembling violently.

She saw him turn his head slightly, as if saying something to a reporter who had asked a loud question. His expression remained calm, and he even shook his head very faintly, almost imperceptibly.

That subtle, negative gesture was like a needle, piercing Xiaolan's heart.

Jia Shu Ge...

How could he possibly do such a thing? How could he possibly be arrested for it?

"Ran-neechan?" Conan's worried voice came through the phone; he had noticed Ran's extremely unusual reaction.