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

Lin Jiashu had considered simply handing the notebook and pen to the other person and asking them to write their name, but he wasn't sure if the other person was on guard against him, and handing over the pen directly would indeed be a bit abrupt... Because he had considered other ways to get the other person's signature more naturally, Lin Jiashu didn't choose to do that.

"I think you should just add my name to the book, Ashu. My mystery fans will definitely find it interesting, like an Easter egg, right?"

"I have indeed considered this idea."

"right?"

You'll behave yourself once your name becomes Daigoro Mouri...

Conan, who was well aware of Hayashi Yoshiki's talent for naming things, squinted and chuckled.

Xiao Lan smiled and took a sip of her tea.

Soon, Kenjiro Wakita brought over the premium sushi for the four of them—it looked like very simple nigiri sushi, but the fish used in the premium sushi was indeed of a higher quality.

Pick up a piece of fish belly dipped in wasabi soy sauce and put it in your mouth; you can immediately feel the rich, oily aroma and sweet flavor of the fish belly clinging to the vinegared rice.

"By the way, could you tell me about some of the cases you've solved before, Mr. Mori?" Kenjiro Wakita asked Kogoro Mori somewhat shyly. "I've loved reading mystery stories since I was very young, and I heard that you live next door to this shop, so I've been really eager to see you in person."

He didn't ask Hayashi Yoshiki, but because he knew that Kogoro Mouri was a very proud person who liked to be flattered.

Sure enough, the uncle's expression became a little smug.

He immediately coughed to indicate that since the other party wanted to hear it, he could speak... His vain manner left Conan and Ran speechless, but considering that he had spent a lot of money to bring them this good meal, they didn't say anything.

However, when it came to actually recounting his deduction experiences, Kogoro Mouri hesitated for a moment before speaking.

What can he say?

Every time he solves a case, he inexplicably falls asleep, and when he wakes up, the case has automatically been solved by himself. The key is that the details and process are never retained in his mind...

He glanced at Lin Jiashu immediately.

He gave a subtle hint with his eyes, and regardless of whether Lin Jiashu understood his hint, he decided to use the case that Lin Jiashu had solved as his own.

Lin Jiashu just smiled.

After tasting several pieces of sushi, he exclaimed, "It's really delicious. Today was definitely a worthwhile trip."

"Right? By the way, the cakes at the Poirot Cafe next door are also delicious," Xiaolan said with a smile.

"Are you going to buy it later?"

"...After eating the sushi, there definitely won't be any room left for cake."

"That's true, then we'll buy it next time."

While they chatted peacefully, Rum knelt down next to Kogoro Mouri, pouring him drinks and listening to his boasting while offering timely compliments.

"I see, I see! As expected of Mr. Mori, you are truly remarkable!"

As he spoke, he subtly glanced at Lin Jiashu, and when the other seemed to notice his gaze, he smiled憨厚ly, "And Mr. Lin? Would you mind hearing about your reasoning experience?"

"As for me, I don't really have anything particularly noteworthy to say. Rather, I've had some ideas for mystery plots in my writing, would you like to take a look, Mr. Wakita?"

"Really?! That's a very valuable idea, isn't it?"

"So please refill my beer before then."

"okay!"

Rum happily picked up Lin Jiashu's beer glass.

That's really impressive...

As I walked toward the bar, I glanced at Rum behind me out of the corner of my eye and couldn't help but sigh: If I hadn't known his true colors beforehand, probably no one would have been able to see through the disguise beneath his gentle exterior.

But does he really care about Kogoro Mouri's family?

Or is he actually just acting to maintain his public image?

Rum pondered this to himself.

In Gin's past mission reports, he mentioned that Kir had been bugged. Although his final conclusion was unrelated to Kogoro Mouri, Rum remained skeptical.

—Because it's too much of a coincidence.

He didn't doubt that Gin might deliberately turn a blind eye to Kogoro Mouri's suspicious behavior out of consideration for Cointo, because that hyena would never let go of anyone who had ulterior motives towards the organization. What he did doubt was whether Cointo was covering for Kogoro Mouri.

Other customers soon came into the sushi restaurant.

He was a young man in his early twenties. After sitting down and looking at the menu for a while, he immediately ordered: "I want premium sushi, steamed egg custard, and a Coke."

"Cola?"

Upon hearing that the other person had ordered this drink, Kogoro Mouri looked over in surprise.

For a middle-aged man like him, eating sushi with cola is a very difficult thing to understand.

"Beer is carbonated too, so it should taste pretty good with cola."

"So I'm starting to fall behind the young people these days."

Hearing Hayashi Yoshiki say that, Kogoro Mouri just sighed, "I still don't quite understand the appointment website I set up for the agency before."

"But I saw my uncle searching for Yoko Okino's TV dramas on the computer very fluently."

Conan laughed.

"Excuse me, where is the restroom?"

At this moment, the young man who had ordered the Coke stood up and asked.

Kenjiro Wakita answered his question very well, and the other party thanked him.

The sushi restaurant is starting to get customers again.

A thin, middle-aged man wearing glasses ordered a regular sushi with oolong tea, and also ordered a grilled mackerel.

He had just placed his order when a woman in business attire came in, complaining about the sudden downpour outside. She quickly sat down and said to serve the food as usual. Rum, who had only been working at the restaurant for a short time, asked about the details but was met with a sarcastic remark.

"This restaurant also sells grilled fish?"

"It seems like it was added recently, given the economic downturn."

Can I see the menu?

"Brother Jiashu, would you like to order anything else?"

"...How about some grilled mackerel? I really like the way it's grilled with sauce and then squeezed with lemon juice at the end."

"Okay." Xiaolan nodded and looked at her father. "Dad, please add another order of grilled mackerel."

"it is good."

Kogoro Mouri was not stingy at all.

After finishing the meal, Lin Jiashu glanced at the time and it was almost seven o'clock.

Kogoro Mouri called over Kanenori Wakita to prepare the bill.

Just as she took out her wallet, the store door was suddenly flung open with a loud "whoosh." Standing outside in the dim light was a middle-aged woman, panting heavily—she seemed to have run some distance and was now leaning against the door, scrutinizing the customers inside with a critical gaze.

Everyone was drawn to her commotion.

After regaining her senses, the woman stood at the doorway and shouted into the store, "Tell me quickly, who stole my wallet! I know the thief is inside this store!"

"Wait a minute, lady, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Kenjiro Wakita stepped forward, wanting to find out what was going on.

But the other person ignored him, walked into the store and started walking past several tables of customers, scrutinizing everyone with a thief-like look.

Unaware of what was happening, she took out her phone and started doing something.

Upon seeing this, Kenjiro Wakita immediately crossed his arms and said, "Hey, what are you trying to do, barging into our store and picking a fight with our customers?"

"Where is the toilet?" the middle-aged woman asked him, her face ashen.

"It's inside."

After receiving the reply, she shoved Wakita Kanenori aside and ran to the restroom.

Everyone in the sushi restaurant looked at each other in bewilderment.

Kogoro Mouri was about to pay when the middle-aged woman who had gone into the restroom quickly reappeared, carrying a blue handbag. She stared at the customers inside and shouted, "It's gone! Who did it? Who threw my handbag in the toilet trash can?"

"So what exactly happened, big sister?"

After Wakita Kanenori asked again, the middle-aged woman finally stopped talking to herself.

She said that her blue handbag, which she always kept in her bag, was stolen while she was riding the tram not long ago. Because her phone and wallet were in the handbag, she rushed home and used GPS to locate the sushi restaurant.

“You lost this bag an hour ago, which is shortly before Mr. Kogoro and the others arrived.” Kenjiro Wakita stroked his chin. “The customers who came after that haven’t left yet, which means the person who stole the bag is still in the store.”

"A clever thief will definitely wipe all the fingerprints off the bag after getting it. How can you be sure who stole it?"

"It's okay, I cut my hand while peeling an apple today."

"what?"

The middle-aged woman showed her left hand, which had a band-aid on it and was still bleeding. She said that when she saw someone picking a pickpocket on the bus, she immediately grabbed the person's sleeve. At that time, her wound was still bleeding, so there must have been bloodstains on the person's sleeve.

However, when the other three guests, besides Lin Jiashu and his group, raised their hands, there was no blood on their wrists or cuffs.

The woman's expression immediately turned ashen.

"...How could that be?"

So, did you lose anything from your bag?

"I didn't lose my money or my phone, but... I lost a winning lottery ticket for the Manma lottery, which had a prize of one million yen!"

"One million...?"

Upon hearing the amount, Ran and Conan's expressions suddenly became subtle, and their gazes involuntarily fell on Kogoro Mouri.

The latter's expression gradually became guilty.

He couldn't tell whether the 10,000 yen lottery ticket was lost because he didn't notice or because he accidentally picked up someone else's after losing his wallet... But it was a million yen, so if it was in his pocket, it must be his, right?

Lin Jiashu did not participate in the debate.

He watched as Wakita Kanenori was still earnestly analyzing the situation for the other party, and he glanced down at the watch on his left wrist.

It's almost time.

My main goal today is to get Rum's autograph.

Chapter 45: Rum's Handwriting and Koizumi Akako's Divination

Whoosh!

Just as the middle-aged woman, Suzuyo Hijiri, was worrying about her losses, the curtain of the sushi restaurant was lifted again.

A young deliveryman in a Takkyubin uniform poked his head in, holding a small, flat cardboard box package, and called out, "Excuse me! Is Mr. Kenjiro Wakita here? There's a package for you!"

Rum, who was playing his role, was taken aback.

He looked up, and a flicker of wariness flashed across his exposed right eye, his usual smile freezing for a moment.

The package was for him?

This is not normal.

He had only been working under the alias "Kanezo Wakita" at the sushi restaurant for a few days, and there shouldn't be anyone in the network of relationships he had built up who would deliver packages to him.

"I am Wakita."

But he quickly concealed his emotions, his face regaining its honest and puzzled expression. He rubbed his hands together and walked towards the door. "But is there some mistake? I didn't buy anything, why would I send a package?"

The deliveryman checked the address and name on the receipt and said confidently, "The address and name are correct. It's Mr. Kenjiro Wakita from Mihana Iroha Sushi Restaurant. As for the sender... well," he glanced down at the receipt, "the sender is listed as Mr. Tanakahara. Do you know him?"

Tanakahara?

Rum narrowed his one eye slightly, his mind racing to search for the name.

I have no recollection of it; it's a completely unfamiliar name.

Is it a disguise?

Or is it just a random pseudonym?

His first reaction was to reject the application.