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

"I saw it online, burning with purple flames, what is that?"

"I just saw the police car drive by."

"That's really scary."

"Could it be some kind of chemical product?"

The sound of their conversation drifted into Koizumi Akako's ears.

She raised an eyebrow, but didn't take it seriously.

However, she noticed that Lin Jiashu seemed to pause for a moment, but then continued walking forward without any extra expression on his face.

Don't you care?

"What do you care about?"

"An explosion! Normally, a detective would rush to investigate such a thing, right?"

There's no need for that.

Lin Jiashu smiled, turning around slightly ahead, a gentle smile appearing on his handsome face: "Now, what's more important is my date with you."

"..."

Suddenly, his words made Koizumi Akako's eyes widen.

This guy has been annoying since the beginning, but he always seems to say something that makes your heart race when you least expect it.

More importantly, it's my date with you...

Even though I didn't really want to take it to heart, before I could even process it, I had already gone over his words and his expression several times in my mind, and my ears had turned a little red without Koizumi Akako's permission.

"What are you saying, hmph... if the afternoon tea later doesn't satisfy me—"

“Even if you have bad taste,” Lin Jiashu said with a smile.

"That's enough!"

Chapter 51: "I Want to Play a Game with You"

In the underground safe room

In the dimly lit space, isolated in a glass room, Amuro gazed through the faint reflection of the glass at the cold metal collar around his neck—a collar that had remained completely still since he entered.

This underground space isolated all signals and also prevented the possibility of the explosives in the collar being remotely detonated.

But we cannot let our guard down.

This bomb definitely has a timed detonation function.

Amuro Tooru had no doubt.

Pramia had a grudge against him. Since she knew his identity as a police officer, she should have known that he could hide in a safe room that could block signals. That guy... was probably confident that no one could disarm his bomb, so he tried to trap himself here and quietly accept the helplessness of approaching death.

Time ticked by, second by second, in the clock hanging beside it.

Facing a time bomb with an unknown detonation time that could explode at any moment, Amuro Tooru was indeed feeling more pressure than he had imagined.

He waited quietly for information from the outside world.

After an unknown amount of time, the elevator in the distance outside the glass door came down.

A figure rushed over in a great hurry.

Kazami Yuya walked quickly to Amuro Tooru, his face showing the fatigue of his journey, but his eyes were shining.

He and Amuro Tooru each picked up the microphone from the landline.

"Mr. Fangtani!"

"Kazami, how's the situation?" Amuro Tooru looked at him, his tone steady but direct. "Have you obtained any information about Pramia's movements or identity?"

"Not yet. The other party is very cunning and has not shown up until now." But he then changed the subject and became more excited. "But I feel that Mr. Lin may already know something. We just found a house in Shibuya according to his instructions and collected samples of the residual liquid bomb that was not fully detonated inside!"

Without giving Amuro Tooru time to process the information, Kazami Yuya immediately said, "The sample has been urgently sent for analysis, and the technical department is working hard to analyze its specific components. Once the analysis is complete, we will immediately begin preparing the corresponding neutralizing agent!"

Upon hearing this, Amuro Tooru's tense jawline seemed to relax a little. He let out a soft breath and said in a low voice, "...Is that so? That's great."

He paused, then asked again as if to confirm, "He directly ordered you to go to the destination to retrieve the bomb?"

"Yes, although I don't know exactly how he knew, but as expected of him..."

“Ah, as expected of that guy.” Amuro Tooru chimed in, a faint, complex smile playing on his lips. His extraordinary sharpness and efficiency were truly astonishing. He paused for a moment, then asked casually, “Where is he now? Is he investigating alone?”

This question made Kazami Yuya's expression momentarily strange, even a little embarrassed.

He pushed up his glasses, avoiding direct eye contact with Amuro Tooru, and lowered his voice unconsciously, answering honestly, "Uh... Mr. Lin hasn't communicated with us further, but as far as I know, he's currently on a date with a young woman on the streets of Shibuya."

"..."

A brief silence fell over the security facility.

Amuro Tooru's slight smile froze, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, then turned into an indescribable silence.

Trapped in this dark underground safe house by the bombs from Pramia, his life hanging by a thread, he entrusted all his hopes to Hayashi Yoshiki.

And what is that outstanding junior he has high hopes for doing?

Are you on a date?

On a date with a girl in Shibuya, a street that was recently hit by an explosion, theoretically still potentially dangerous, and packed with Halloween crowds?

A sense of absurdity almost made Amuro Tooru cover his face with his hands.

However, he certainly wouldn't think that Lin Jiashu was neglecting his duties because of this. After all, he knew that the other party was definitely not the kind of person who couldn't distinguish between what was important and what was urgent, or who would be blinded by personal matters—especially at such a critical moment.

"Is that so?" Amuro Tooru finally responded with a curt reply, his face showing no sign of annoyance or dissatisfaction. He raised his eyes again, his gaze sharp as he looked at Kazami: "Make sure the collected samples are absolutely safe. Also, it's best to keep an eye on Yoshiki's side... I'm worried he might run into Pramia, whose skills are definitely not to be underestimated."

Kazami Yuya was taken aback for a moment, seemingly not expecting his superior to react so calmly, and immediately stood up straight: "Yes! Understood!"

Kazami Yuya left in a hurry.

Amuro Tooru also put the microphone back on the landline.

He's not worried about the bomb around his neck now... He's already got a sample of the explosive. If the neutralizing agent isn't ready in time to save his head, then he's just destined to die here.

The problem is that kid, Lin Jiashu.

Amuro Tooru's gaze fell on the glass that had returned to silence.

What he's worried about now is that the other side might go looking for trouble with Pramia alone.

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Shibuya Central Police Station

In the interrogation room, the tall Nakamura Tsutomu breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the unharmed children in front of him.

"I'm so glad you're all alright! When I heard that the explosion and fire occurred in the building you were heading to, my heart almost stopped."

"We're fine, the explosion is far away from us." "Yeah, I see." "But it's still a little scary..."

The children chattered amongst themselves.

Once he confirmed that they hadn't suffered any harm, Nakamura Tsutomu was quite relaxed.

But his fiancée, Kristin Richard, was different.

She stood behind, her shoulders trembling slightly, covering her face with a handkerchief, letting out low, self-reproachful sobs.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked those kids to go... I didn't expect it to turn out like this..."

Seeing this, several children quickly comforted her.

Nakamura Tsutomu walked over and gently patted her back.

With a serious expression, Inspector Megure crouched down to be at eye level with Conan: "Conan, when you arrived at that place, did you notice any special people or unusual things? Any details are welcome."

Conan frowned and tried to recall in his childish voice, "We had just arrived near that building and hadn't even had a chance to go inside when it suddenly exploded... There were a lot of people on the street, and everyone was running..."

Takagi Wataru added, "Fortunately, there was no one in that apartment or the nearby corridor when the explosion occurred, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable. So far, no one has been found dead, which is a blessing in disguise."

Behind them, a woman with her head down, sobbing, flashed anger in her eyes.

No casualties...

This conclusion was a humiliating disgrace to her.

This should never be—

She glanced fiercely at the little girl with brown hair who stood in the corner with a cold expression.

After learning that the little girl had helped the man she had blown up retrieve his belongings, Christine... also known as Pramia, decided to silence her because she feared that the piece of paper contained information that could be detrimental to her.

She pretended that a friend had called to say there was a gift for her and asked her to pick it up at an apartment in Shibuya. She then entrusted the task to the group of children—the bomb she had planted in that apartment was set to start a short countdown once someone entered the room and triggered the mechanism, enough to prevent the entrant from escaping.

However, the bomb exploded before the children arrived.

In other words, someone triggered the bomb switch before the group of kids arrived, but there were no casualties at the scene... This means that the person who triggered the switch was prepared.

Who is it?!

As an assassin after all, Pramia couldn't simply dismiss this as a coincidence.

Has anyone seen through my thoughts?

Who is it?

Rei Furuya, having been collared by himself, is no longer a threat; that is his companion?

Pramia felt unconsciously anxious.

As an assassin, she almost never revealed her appearance. If someone really saw through her thoughts and reacted accordingly, it would prove that her identity had been exposed.

Megure then turned to Christine and Nakamura and said, "Ms. Richard, please don't blame yourself too much. We will do our best to investigate this bombing, and our police force will ensure your safety."

Christine lifted her tear-filled face.

She forced a grateful yet vulnerable expression: "Thank you, officer... I... I need to go to the restroom first."

"Okay, please go ahead."

Amidst the sympathetic gazes of the crowd, Christine lowered her head slightly and walked unsteadily out of the interrogation room toward the women's restroom at the end of the corridor.

The bathroom was empty.

The sorrowful and helpless expression on Kristin's face vanished instantly, replaced by a somber and cold one.

She walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and let the cold water wash over her wrists, trying to calm herself down and think about her next step.

After a while,

She pushed open the door to one of the stalls, went inside, and sat down on the toilet.

But as soon as she sat down and looked up, her gaze was immediately fixed on the door panel on the inside of the cubicle.

There, a pure white card was held in place with a thumbtack.

The card contained plain, unremarkable black lettering printed by a printer.

Happy Halloween!

She instinctively took the card off.

Turn it over.

"I want to play a game with you."

Christine's pupils suddenly contracted.

What do you mean?

Her first reaction wasn't that she was being targeted, but rather that someone was playing a prank on her in the bathroom.

But this is the Metropolitan Police Department. Who could leave something like this here without anyone noticing?

An assassin's instinct sent a chill down her spine; a sense of unease, as if she were being watched from the shadows, gripped her.

This card is most likely aimed at her.

Is he a police officer like Rei Furuya?

Have they already discovered themselves, so are they testing each other in this way?