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

However, considering that Kenjiro Wakita is just an ordinary sushi chef, his overly cautious and resolute refusal to accept a package with a completely matching address and name only raises more suspicion.

Especially since Cointreau was sitting not far away, his attention was also drawn to it.

That guy's observation skills are terrifying, so try not to do anything that might attract attention.

With that in mind, Rum made a decision.

A more confused and embarrassed smile appeared on his face as he scratched his head: "Tanakahara? Uh... I don't seem to remember him. Could he be a regular customer? That's strange."

He muttered to himself as he casually accepted the delivery slip and pen from the deliveryman.

Without hesitation, he wrote the four characters "Wakita Kenzuru" crookedly on the receipt.

"Okay, thank you for your help." He handed the receipt back.

"You're welcome!"

The deliveryman tore off the receipt, handed the cardboard box to Rum, and then turned and left.

Rum held the light package in his hand and weighed it up and down. He could feel the contents swaying inside. It was very light... and didn't seem to be anything dangerous.

suspicious.

So suspicious.

He glanced discreetly into the sushi restaurant. Kogoro Mouri seemed completely uninterested in the little incident, while Kimdo's attention was focused on the woman who had lost her Manmai amulet, asking her for details about the loss.

“At that time, I was planning to take the tram with a friend to go to dinner. I heard the radio broadcast the results of the game, so I shared my joy with my friend and showed her the lottery ticket. In the blink of an eye, my handbag was stolen. Because there were too many people on the tram, I didn’t see his face at all, but I’m sure there was blood from my finger wound on his cuff!”

Reiyo Seizawa said, very unwillingly, as she carefully examined the cuffs of the three customers again.

There was no blood on any of the three people's sleeves, but what was concerning was that their sleeves were all wet.

Rum temporarily set the signed package aside.

"Mr. Mori, Mr. Lin, do you two have any leads?" He stepped forward, arms crossed, looking eager to prove himself. "How about we have a competition to see who can find the thief among these three first?"

"But none of them had any blood on their sleeves..." Feeling guilty about the origins of his lottery ticket, Kogoro Mouri tried to slip away, his expression suspicious. "I think we should just let him handle this case..."

"Forget about the competition, I'd like to ask that gentleman with glasses sitting in the corner first."

As Lin Jiashu spoke, he looked at the thin man sitting at a corner table in the sushi restaurant. The set meal he had just ordered was a regular sushi with oolong tea, and he also ordered a grilled mackerel.

The middle-aged man, who was suddenly called out by Lin Jiashu, was somewhat flustered.

He immediately stood up, pointing at himself incredulously with an innocent look on his face: "Me? Why?"

"Since the stolen handbag was found in the restroom of the sushi restaurant, and considering that none of the three people had blood on their hands, the thief's purpose in coming to this sushi restaurant was to wash off the bloodstains—based on this premise, the protease contained in radishes has the ability to break down protein-based contaminants."

As Lin Jiashu spoke, he glanced at the grilled mackerel on the table—there was a corner of grated radish on the edge of the plate, which was meant to be served as a side dish with the grilled fish.

"Oh, that uncle just ordered grilled mackerel too, right?" Conan exclaimed in perfect unison, his face full of innocent wonder. "I know, you can gently pat the bloodstains on both sides of the clothes with a handkerchief filled with white radish paste, and then put a tissue on top to absorb the bloodstains, right?"

"Yes, by the way, ginger also has this effect."

Lin Jiashu smiled as he said this, then looked at the young man sitting next to him who had become nervous, "Although this gentleman who ordered Coke asked for quite a few side dishes of pickled ginger, since they are pickled vegetables, if you use them to wash bloodstains, your cuffs will be stained by the vinegar instead—besides, he looked like he was dining at this restaurant for the first time."

"So the lady who didn't ask for the pickled ginger slices and the white radish puree is even more innocent."

Rum looked as if he had just realized something.

He was indeed somewhat surprised at that moment.

Cointreau…

This guy's observation skills are truly amazing.

This kind of case... it can't even be called a case, it's just that he easily noticed these details, which is why he was able to discover the truth so quickly.

The middle-aged man who was discovered did not choose to defend himself; instead, he showed a relieved expression, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm so sorry... I was momentarily blinded by greed and stole this lottery ticket. I'll go to the police station with you."

He took out the lottery ticket and handed it back to Suzuyo Hijiri—Kogoro Mouri's ticket was indeed one he had won by luck.

The man then confessed the reason for his theft.

He married a rich girl, but she couldn't shake her extravagant spending habits after marriage, and his salary couldn't keep up with her expenses... Now he's heavily in debt.

Although he had wanted to be honest with his wife and stop her extravagant spending several times, he just couldn't bring himself to say it. But today, when he overheard Reiyo Hijiri talking to her companion on the train, he couldn't help himself.

"That's why I said I bought my Wanma voucher myself!"

Kogoro Mouri breathed a huge sigh of relief.

If he loses that million he's already got, I don't know how heartbroken he'll be...

Before the police arrived and took the middle-aged man away, Yoshiki Hayashi and Kogoro Mouri left.

Rum escorted them to the door, then returned to tidy up the table and called out to the bar, "Boss, there's something strange in this package that someone sent. I'll take it to the back and check it out."

As he spoke, he turned and walked toward the kitchen storage room.

After checking and finding no dangerous items inside, he quickly opened it and discovered a fresh wasabi root lying quietly inside, still carrying the scent of soil.

Wasabi?

Wasabi used to accompany sushi?

Rum moved closer, his one eye fixed on the lush green plant.

Whose prank was it?

Or is it that a customer who had visited the store thought the wasabi was not good, so they specially sent fresh wasabi as a sarcastic remark?

Rum, with a furrowed brow, remained vigilant.

He took out his phone, typed a text message, and sent it: "Check a courier package for me. The tracking number is... The sender's name is 'Tanakahara'. I need to know where this package was sent from, who handled it, and... who this Tanakahara is. As soon as possible."

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"Thank you for the meal, Uncle Mori. The sushi today was delicious."

After leaving the sushi restaurant, Yoshiki Hayashi walked downstairs to Kogoro Mouri's office and thanked him with a smile.

"It's just a bowl of sushi, why are you thanking me?" Kogoro Mouri waved his hand.

Xiao Lan smiled and waved, "Jia Shu, be careful on the road."

"Okay, I'll be careful. Get some rest when you get back."

"Take care on the road, Jia Shu."

Conan waved too.

After responding, Lin Jiashu turned and walked towards his car, which was parked not far away.

He didn't start the car immediately, but instead took out his phone and glanced at the text message he had just received.

The white sedan then smoothly drove away from the street.

He drove a distance to the agreed location and slowly stopped, where he saw the deliveryman from the Iroha Sushi restaurant.

"What you want."

The deliveryman got into the passenger seat and handed Lin Jiashu a small delivery slip. He asked curiously, "What was so special about that uncle that I had to pretend to be a deliveryman to trick him into signing it?"

"Are you sure no one was following you when you came over?" Lin Jiashu didn't answer directly but instead asked his own question.

"Of course, who do you think I am?"

As he spoke, the other person ripped off the mask from his face, revealing a young and handsome face.

Lin Jiashu smiled:

"The Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, the savior of the Beika police, high school detective Shinichi Kudo."

"You bastard..."

Anyway, thanks.

Lin Jiashu didn't offer much explanation, saying, "Consider this a favor I owe you."

"...Don't you owe me enough? How many times have I helped you?" Kuroba Kaito wasn't buying it at all and sneered, "But every time something happens, you don't seem to go easy on me."

"..."

Lin Jiashu looked at him in surprise, "So you actually think I didn't hold back?"

What an arrogant person!

Kaito Kuroba was absolutely driven crazy by him.

Yoshiki Hayashi carefully put away the signed list—he had Rum's handwriting, and now he needed to ask Akako Koizumi for help.

The thought of having to rely on that troublesome yet seemingly easy-to-handle woman...

Lin Jiashu's eyes flickered.

"Kaito-kun, can you do me another favor?"

"What?"

"Could you please ask Koizumi to do this for me, in your name—"

"No way!"

The moment Lin Jiashu mentioned Koizumi Akako, Kuroba Kaito refused without hesitation, looking at him with disdain, "You, you really only ever pick on one sheep!"

"Never mind then, but could you please help me with a scene?" Lin Jiashu asked with a smile.

"..."

This guy, is he trying to pull off some kind of broken windows theory? — He first proposes to remove the roof, then, after being refused, proposes to remove the windows... making it difficult for people to refuse him later.

Seeing Lin Jiashu's unsurprised reaction, Kuroba Kaito, who suddenly realized this, didn't even listen to what Lin Jiashu wanted to say. He opened the passenger door and tried to slip away.

Watching Kaito Kuroba slip away at lightning speed, Yoshiki Hayashi simply smiled.

In any case, he was very satisfied with today's results.

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Late night

In the basement of Koizumi Akako's house

This cavernous space resembled a bizarre altar, filled with a rich and almost eerily sweet incense, mixed with the smell of unknown herbs and burning wax.

Thick, dark red velvet cloth, embroidered with intricate and ancient runes, hung on the wall, appearing mysterious and unpredictable in the flickering candlelight.

In the center of the room, a huge crystal ball rested on a black velvet cushion, surrounded by tarot cards, bone fragments, and various oddly shaped crystals.

The most striking feature is a huge, ancient mirror with a frame carved with twisted magic patterns, hanging on the opposite wall.

Koizumi Akako wore a rather revealing witch outfit, her long red hair cascading down her back. Her posture was languid yet tinged with a neurotic excitement; barefoot, she paced between the crystal ball and the magic mirror like a black cat surveying its territory.

She finally stopped in front of the magic mirror, raised her chin, and asked:

"Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the fairest and most enchanting woman in the world?"

The magic mirror's smooth surface rippled like water, revealing blurry light and shadow within. Then, a fawning voice rang out:

"Of course it's you! Lady Koizumi Akako, with your unparalleled beauty! Your beauty is like the most intense flame in the darkest night, your charm can make the moon hide behind the clouds in shame! Anyone would feel inferior in your presence, and every gaze would be captivated by you! You are the one and only, supreme embodiment of beauty in this world!"

"Hehe... Hahaha!"

Koizumi Akako listened to the Magic Mirror's incessant flattery and laughed smugly. Her voice, though perfectly clear and melodious, sounded incredibly eerie in the echoing basement.

She stroked her smooth cheek with delight, clearly enjoying the compliment.

However, this euphoria was soon replaced by another face.

Her smile faded, a hint of annoyance flashed in her eyes, and she looked at the magic mirror again, her tone becoming urgent and even somewhat aggressive:

"Then tell me! When will that hateful Lin Jiashu finally bow down to me? If you dare to lie to me, think about what happened to the last mirror!"

Chapter 46: Information about Koizumi Akako

"Then tell me again! When will that hateful Lin Jiashu finally bow down to me? If you dare to lie to me, think about what happened to the last mirror!"

The surface of the magic mirror rippled slightly.

The light and shadow inside flickered chaotically, and the fawning tone also showed a few extremely subtle pauses and... hesitations?