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

Gin's voice was somber, filled with undisguised annoyance as he tossed the phone back to Vodka like trash. "What trick are you trying to pull this time? Or do you think your detective reputation isn't prestigious enough and need to get some experience?"

This troublesome guy...

He's still furious about the Suzuki airship incident—the group of mercenaries posing as red Siamese cats hijacked the airship and claimed to possess deadly bacteria. When he learned that Cointreau was also on that airship, he rushed to the rescue with two armed helicopters. In the end, it turned out that Cointreau was just messing around for no reason!

What's most infuriating is that Gin was hoping to get his hands on the killer bacteria, but it turned out to be a fake!

Once bitten by a snake, twice shy.

Gin didn't want to rush over there again, but the guy greeted him with a gentle smile and said, "Ah, thank you for making the trip, it's already taken care of."... Even now, thinking about that scene makes Gin feel disgusted, like he'd swallowed a fly.

“But brother!” Vodka was still a little worried. He looked at the report carefully. “This time, the police took direct action, and the charge is bombing! Isn’t this going a bit too far?”

"Hmph, for Cointreau, isn't it true that the bigger the commotion, the more sensational the reversal will be?" Chianti grinned. "That's just his personality, he's awful to the core!"

"But this is the Tokyo Summit... I've seen a huge online debate, with many people saying they don't believe it, but it seems the police did find evidence on his computer—"

Upon hearing this, Tequila, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up. His tall body knocked over the bar stool behind him, making a screeching sound.

"Find evidence? That's not like Jundo!" He spoke with his usual Kansai accent. "Hey! Gin, what do you say?! We don't think Jundo would joke like that. If you're not going, we'll do it ourselves. We can't let him stay in the police's hands!"

"..."

Cohen didn't say anything, he just quietly watched Gin.

Gin's cold gaze swept over Tequila, who was already restless after hearing the news, then looked at Chianti, who was watching the show with amusement, and the silent Cohen, before finally settling back on Vodka's face.

He did not immediately respond.

"Gin!" Seeing that he was unmoved, Tequila became anxious and quickly walked over to Gin.

"Shut up, you idiot."

Gin glared at him, causing Tequila to instinctively stop in his tracks. Gin's voice, however, carried an absolute air of intimidation, "Stop with your laughable gratitude, or have you become a mindless, loyal dog to Cointreau?"

"..."

He turned his gaze back to the overly calm face on the television screen, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the bar.

The Japanese Public Security Bureau... is definitely not on the same level as the police force that Cointreau frequently deals with.

So, is this another case of him orchestrating and staging his own drama?

Using a bombing and police arrests to increase the difficulty and drama is exactly the kind of thing that a mentally challenged yet calculating guy would do.

but……

Gin's gaze darkened.

What if?

What if this wasn't acting, but he really messed it up by accident?

More importantly—Jun Du's brain, not only because he knows too much, but also because of his ability to use accidental killings, and the enormous value he brings to the organization… must not fall into the hands of the police, especially the public security bureau.

The loss of Cointreau is an immeasurable blow to the organization and to Gin himself.

Gin fell silent, only the cigarette burning quietly between his fingers.

The bar fell silent for a moment, everyone watching Gin, awaiting his decision. Chianti still wore a sneer that seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold, Cohen remained silent, seemingly observing the drink in his glass, Vodka looked worried, and Tequila was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof.

a long time.

Gin stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray with a soft hiss.

He raised his eyes, his dark green pupils flashing with a cold and cautious light.

"check."

He uttered a single word, his voice resolute, "Use every available channel to find out exactly what 'evidence' the police have, the extent of their interrogation of Jun Du, and—"

He paused, his voice growing even colder:

"Is Cointreau playing everyone for a fool again, or has that bastard really gone too far?"

He would never be fooled again like last time until he got a definite answer.

However, at the same time, all emergency preparations must be initiated immediately.

Cointreau... must not be lost.

"Okay, big brother!"

“And…” Gin’s gaze turned to the television, where the news was explaining the cause of the explosion on the first basement floor of Ocean Shore. “Gas valve leak…and explosions caused by electrical appliances?” A cold, cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “Then let’s give the police another big gift and create multiple similar explosions in other similar locations.”

Chianti's eyes lit up instantly: "Oh? Interesting!"

“He’s currently in police custody, but similar explosions have occurred elsewhere. This alibi is usually enough to clear him of suspicion. But what if…” Gin’s tone abruptly shifted, his gaze beneath his hat becoming extremely sharp and dangerous, “What if he still can’t get out after the explosions… or what if the police produce other, more damning evidence…”

That means Cointreau may have really been exposed.

They might even say something they shouldn't have...

If it were any other member of the organization, Gin would definitely kill them without hesitation, but given Jundo's value, even if he said something he shouldn't have, the priority would still be rescue.

At worst, we can just let him disappear completely behind the scenes from now on.

Vodka immediately went to do as Gin instructed.

Chianti and Cohen, the two snipers, couldn't help for the time being. Tequila glanced at Gin and then hurriedly caught up with Vodka.

Gin raised his glass.

There was one thing he didn't mention: this matter might not necessarily mean that the police had any intelligence about Jundu, nor might it necessarily mean that Jundu was up to something.

The news report mentioned that the police found the floor plan of Ocean Shores on the computer at the Jundu Architects office.

"Someone who can openly access Jundu computers and quietly put things inside..."

Gin snorted inwardly.

Chapter 35: Could it be that Xiaolan has feelings for Jiashu-ge...?

The orange hue of dusk painted the entire sky red.

Surprisingly, the prosecutor's office meeting room wasn't as cold as it seemed; it was more like an ordinary office.

Lin Jiashu was brought to this room.

He was still wearing the same black suit he had worn when he was taken away that day, and even here, he didn't seem nervous at all.

The way he calmly sat down even carried a relaxed air that seemed out of place with his surroundings.

The door was pushed open, and prosecutor Makoto Kusakabe walked in.

He was a middle-aged man around forty years old, dressed in a meticulously tailored dark suit, holding a thin file folder in his hand, his face devoid of any extraneous expression, only a formulaic seriousness and indifference.

He sat down opposite Lin Jiashu, placed the file folder on the table, and made a slight noise.

“Mr. Yoshiki Hayashi,” Makoto Kusakabe began, his voice steady and devoid of emotion. “I am the prosecutor in charge of your case, Makoto Kusakabe.”

Lin Jiashu nodded slightly.

"Prosecutor Kusakabe, it's a pleasure to meet you."

His reaction was so calm that a very subtle hint of surprise flashed in Makoto Kusakabe's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Makoto Kusakabe opened the file, his gaze sweeping over the words on it. His tone was as calm as if he were stating a weather forecast: "I heard that during the interrogation, you denied all the charges brought against you by the police."

"Yes, denying a fact that doesn't exist is my right, isn't it?"

Lin Jiashu looked at him and said.

Makoto Kusakabe raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as he looked at him: "A non-existent fact?" He tapped the file folder lightly. "But the evidence the police submitted to the prosecutor's office is so perfect. From your firm's computer mainframe, they recovered a deleted, extremely detailed Tokyo Summit schedule, as well as a detailed structural plan of the Ocean Shore. The timestamps show that it was accessed and downloaded within a week before the bombing. What is your explanation for this?"

“I can only confirm that these things don’t exist on my computer.” Lin Jiashu placed his hands on the table, leaning slightly forward. The sarcasm that flashed in his eyes was caught by Kusakabe Sei. “I think perhaps we should ask those police officers who are so eager to ‘discover’ this evidence. What does Prosecutor Kusakabe think?”

Makoto Kusakabe's expression remained calm, but his fingers gripping the edge of the file folder tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

He hadn't expected to hear such an answer from Hayashi Yoshiki.

— He was the one who orchestrated the bombing at "Ocean Shore," so he knew Lin Jiashu's innocence better than anyone else.

The police's framing and slander is disgusting!

Makoto Kusakabe was filled with rage.

In Japan, the National Police Agency and the Public Prosecutor's Office have a very close relationship.

The police department will submit the search results to the prosecutor's office, which will then reinvestigate the case based on these results.

Under normal circumstances, prosecutors can determine whether to prosecute a suspect based on the findings of their investigation.

Generally speaking, prosecutors are often outmatched by police officers, given the significant gap in numbers and technical expertise they possess. As a result, prosecutors sometimes have to consider the whims of the police when making decisions, and whether or not to prosecute depends on the police's arrangements.

Kusakabe detests this phenomenon.

He believes that as long as the police continue to wield such power, prosecutors will be unable to uphold justice.

His reason for instigating the terrorist attack was to undermine the credibility of the public security police—by causing an explosion at the summit venue and then controlling an American probe to crash in Tokyo, the public security police would completely lose their authority.

"You mean, the police fabricated evidence to frame you?" Kusakabe Makoto suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, his tone remaining calm.

“I did not make such a assertion, Mr. Kusakabe; I was merely proposing a logical possibility. After all, it is far easier to ‘find’ this evidence on my computer than on the actual criminal, isn’t it?”

At this point, Lin Jiashu seemed to have become somewhat interested.

His gaze was fixed on Makoto Kusakabe's face as he looked at him: "I'm curious what role the prosecutor's office, which upholds justice, will play in this case... Mr. Kusakabe, are you planning to prioritize the needs of the Public Security Bureau?"

These words were like a precise poisonous thorn, instantly piercing the very spot in Makoto Kusakabe's heart that he hated most!

His face suddenly darkened, and a cold anger and humiliation flashed uncontrollably in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and did not lose his composure in front of Lin Jiashu.

Makoto Kusakabe took a deep breath, closed the file folder with a soft "click": "The police have not yet requested that the case be sent to the prosecution stage, but all the evidence is currently against you, Mr. Lin. Whether you admit to the crime or not will not change the existing chain of evidence. Our prosecutor's office will make a fair judgment based on the facts."

He seemed to have lost interest in exchanging anything more with Hayashi Yoshiki.

Lin Jiashu didn't care.

He had no interest in encouraging or expecting Makoto Kusakabe to do anything; what interested him was the software "Noah".

However, the fact that I was taken away by the police might cause quite a stir...

...Amuro Tooru, he should be fine, right?

As the police officers approached and led him away from the meeting room, a smile couldn't help but appear in Lin Jiashu's eyes.

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.

夜晚

The lights at Fei Law Firm were still on even though it was past closing time.

"That Amuro guy is definitely up to something! Bastard!"

Kogoro Mori paced back and forth on the soft carpet in frustration, his tie askew and his brows furrowed in a tight knot. "Inspector Megure said he would definitely investigate, but why haven't we heard anything yet?"

Eri Kisaki sat upright behind her desk, her back ramrod straight. She wore a well-tailored dark business suit and glasses.

Her expression remained calm and professional as usual, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the tips of her fingers, which were gripping the pen tightly, were slightly white, and her gaze behind her glasses was sharper and more serious than usual, as if undercurrents were surging beneath the frozen lake.

She did not immediately respond to Kogoro Mouri's irritating remarks, but instead turned her gaze to her daughter, who was sitting on the sofa next to her with a pale face.

“Ran,” Eri’s voice was deliberately calm and gentle, yet carried an undeniable strength, “calm down. Panic and tears will not solve anything.”

Xiaolan suddenly raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice choked with sobs: "But Mom! Jia Shu, she—"

Ultimately, she was just a sixteen-year-old girl.

When something like this happens, her knowledge and her karate skills are of no use in this matter.

Eri Kisaki put down her pen, stood up, walked around the desk to Ran's side, and gently placed her hand on her daughter's slightly trembling shoulder.

Her movements were gentle and soothing.

“I know.” Eri’s voice was soft, but unusually firm. “I know what kind of person Koshu is better than anyone else. He would never do such a thing. There must be some conspiracy behind this.”

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the anxious Kogoro Mouri and the equally furrowed brows and silent Conan beside him, before finally settling back on Ran's face.

“I’ve already contacted the prosecutor’s office. Prosecutor Makoto Kusakabe is in charge of this case. He’s not an easy person to deal with, but he’s not completely unreasonable either.” Eri Kisaki’s tone regained the calm analysis of a lawyer. “Fortunately, they don’t seem to be in a hurry to close the case, at least not to the point of filing a public prosecution yet, so we can’t panic at this time.”

She gently pressed Xiaolan's shoulder: "Trust me, Xiaolan. I'm already retrieving all relevant case files and will use all legal means and connections. I won't let Xiaoshu suffer an injustice, nor will I stand by and watch him be ruined."

Her tone was resolute, with the determination of a lioness protecting her cubs.