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

While comforting his fiancée, Nakamura Tsutomu keenly noticed their unusual behavior: "Inspector Megure? Officer Sato? Do you know something? What do you mean by 'that'?"

Inspector Megure hesitated for a moment.

He glanced at the agitated Christine and the anxious Nakamura, knowing he could no longer hide the truth. So, adjusting his hat, he stepped forward and said somewhat uncertainly, "Nakamura, Ms. Christine... we suspect this may not be just an ordinary accident. This method of using a series of incredible coincidences to cause harm or even death... has been seen countless times before."

"what?!"

"That's a murderer we police still have no clue about..."

"murderer……"

Nakamura Tsutomu muttered to himself, his face turning ashen. "Besides Pramia, there's another assassin targeting us!?"

He almost lost control of his emotions.

He still believes that Pramia is after him, which is enough to make him feel guilty. Now another murderer has appeared—was he really that hated when he was a policeman?!

“We’re not sure if you’re the target,” Inspector Megure tried to reassure them, but his tone remained grim. “It’s just that the methods are very similar. The accidents that guy creates are completely without warning… Everyone who falls victim to him appears to have died in an indisputable series of accidents.”

Hearing this, Christine, who was hiding vulnerablely beside her fiancé, felt a sudden sinking feeling in her heart.

(Another killer? An accidental murder?)

Seeing their tense expressions, Inspector Megure seemed to want to reassure them: "However, judging from previous cases, the killer's targets seem to be... well, people on the fringes of the law or with a criminal record. And his methods are usually one-hit kills."

As police officers, it's a bit difficult to say that the murderer was "punishing evil and eliminating wickedness."

Inspector Megure glanced at the superficial wounds on Christine's body. "What Christine encountered is strange, but it feels more like... a warning or a mockery? It's not fatal."

"..."

caveat?

Teasing?

Not fatal?

Upon hearing this, Christine's inner rage almost burst out.

As a killer who single-handedly caused countless disasters and killed hundreds of lives, he is now being toyed with by a cowardly fellow?!

This humiliated and enraged her even more than a direct attack!

However, her killer instincts forced her to suppress her anger. As if suddenly remembering something, she tremblingly took out a white card from her small handbag and handed it over, her voice trembling with fear: "Um... actually... I found this in the Metropolitan Police Department's restroom before. I thought it was strange at the time, but I didn't dare to say anything..."

Inspector Megure immediately took the card and saw "Happy Halloween" printed on it. When he turned it over and saw the words "I want to play a game with you," his eyes wavered for a moment.

"this……!"

He looked up, his face grim, and then immediately took out his phone and went to the side to make a call.

"Hello? Megure!"

With his arm around his pitiful fiancée's shoulder, Nakamura Tsutomu anxiously tried to catch up, asking, "Who should we look for at a time like this?"

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Nakamura." Miwako Sato reached out to stop him.

“The inspector must have gone to see Mr. Hayashi…” Shiratori Ninzaburo said. “Yoshiki Hayashi was an advisor to the special task force we established earlier regarding several accidental death cases… With his help, we were indeed getting closer and closer to the murderer.”

Nakamura Tsutomu, who was anxious, felt somewhat relieved upon hearing this, but he did not notice Shiratori Ninzaburo's use of the word "before".

And Christine Pramie was also impressed by the name.

After all, when she made her move against Furuya Rei, she used the bomb she had hidden in Hayashi Yoshiki's office to threaten him and successfully put the bomb around his neck.

But he was just a detective!

In fact, the perpetrators of so many cases have still not been caught!

The coincidences she'd encountered so far were unbelievable; even if she didn't want to believe it, she had to admit that her opponent's abilities were far too bizarre... She had absolutely no way to predict or dodge them.

No, I can't stay here any longer!

She made a decision immediately.

She clutched her chest, feigning shortness of breath and needing some time alone to calm down, and whispered to Nakamura Tsutomu, "Tsutomu... I... I need to go to the rest room to catch my breath..."

Nakamura Tsutomu, who was worried about the call on Megure's end, immediately nodded upon hearing this: "Okay, go ahead, I'll come to you right away."

Christine nodded, lifted her skirt, and walked unsteadily but quickly toward the dressing room.

The moment she entered the dressing room and locked the door, all the vulnerability and fear on her face vanished instantly, replaced by an icy coldness.

The woman abruptly ripped off her pristine white wedding dress, revealing a black, tight-fitting combat suit she had already donned. She swiftly moved the heavy dressing table aside, retrieved two submachine guns, spare magazines, and several miniature bombs from a hidden compartment beneath the floor, and expertly equipped herself with them.

After she finished doing all that, there was a knock at the door.

Seeing that Christine didn't respond, Nakamura Tsutomu's knocking quickly became anxious: "Are you alright? Christine, don't be afraid! The police are already trying to help! We'll be fine!"

Pramia ignored him, her eyes as cold as ice.

She did one last check of her equipment, strapped a dagger to her outside thigh, and then took a deep breath.

The next second, she no longer concealed her presence, flung open the dressing room door, and amidst the astonished gazes of Nakamura Tsutomu, Sato Miwako, and Inspector Megure, who had just hung up the phone, she transformed into a completely different person, charging out with a well-trained and menacing aura! Her target was the wedding venue!

"Christine?!"

"This is?!"

What is she going to do?!

Chaotic screams and shouts came from behind, but Pramia's figure had already disappeared at the end of the corridor like a ghost.

Chapter 54: Happy Halloween, Pramia

The streets in front of Shibuya Station were packed with people.

Wearing combat gear, Pramia ran out of the wedding venue. The gun she was carrying attracted the attention of passersby but did not cause a riot immediately—after all, it was Halloween, and there were many people dressed up as monsters or simply doing cosplay. Almost everyone assumed that Pramia belonged to the latter.

The Pramie quickly merged into the surging crowds on the streets of Shibuya at night.

The neon lights flashed wildly in her cold pupils, but they could not illuminate the ferocity and anxiety in her heart.

"Go away!"

She roughly shoved aside several pedestrians blocking her way, her sharp gaze sweeping across the street.

The next second, she spotted an ordinary sedan that had just stopped on the side of the road and whose driver was about to get out.

Without the slightest hesitation, Pramia suddenly drew his pistol and pulled the trigger before the surrounding passersby could react!

boom!

The gunshot failed to shatter the boisterous Halloween revelry, but it did evoke a moment of deathly silence among the surrounding crowd.

The bullet that shot from the muzzle pierced the driver's head precisely, splattering blood on the car window and causing passersby to scream in terror.

Ignoring the chaos around her, Pramia expressionlessly opened the car door, roughly dragged the driver's body out of the car and threw it to the ground, then nimbly climbed into the driver's seat herself.

The engine roared.

She slammed on the gas pedal, and the car immediately sped off the road like a runaway bull, recklessly smashing through pedestrians and forcibly merging into traffic, trying to escape the area as quickly as possible.

With both hands gripping the steering wheel, Pramia seemed to find a sense of security, her face contorted with anger and urgency. She darting dangerously through traffic with one hand on the wheel, while the other swiftly pulled out her phone, her fingers flying across the screen to bring up a detonation program hidden within.

—In order to capture "Nadunichtokitti" and all those in the know, she planted enough explosives in and around the wedding venue to level the place!

(That damned accidental killer, whoever you are, with those kinds of methods, you must be nearby, maybe even watching everything from the building I just escaped from!)

She was screaming wildly inside.

"Since that's the case, then let's go to hell with that bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Her beautiful face contorted with murderous intent as she abruptly pressed the [Detonate] button prominently displayed on the screen!

But it was precisely at the moment her thumb rose and fell—

Snapped! !

Almost simultaneously, the passenger-side window cracked with a sharp sound, and the screen of Pramia's phone shattered! A sniper bullet had pierced her phone with perfect accuracy, and the detonation program's interface flickered briefly before going completely dark.

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.

On the edge of the rooftop of a building 500 yards away from Shibuya Hikarie, Kevin Yoshino slowly lowered his sniper rifle and calmly confirmed his target through the scope—the detonator in Pramia's hand had been completely destroyed.

His gun barrel moved slightly, and the crosshairs easily locked onto the blonde woman in the driver's seat, whose expression had frozen for a moment, fixing steadily on her temple.

His finger rested lightly on the trigger; with just a little more pressure, the killer who had caused countless tragedies would vanish completely.

Pramia...

As a soldier, he had heard of this assassin's reputation, but he never expected it to be a woman.

But his finger ultimately did not pull the trigger again.

The task assigned to him by that person was very clear: to shoot and destroy the detonator at this location and at this time, and then immediately evacuate without doing anything else. Countless facts have proven that the person's calculations and plans are never wrong. Kevin Yoshino was used to obeying orders without any hesitation, and he did not intend to be an exception this time.

He stared silently at the Pramia through the scope for two seconds, and finally, decisively put away his sniper rifle.

He rose swiftly like a ghost, disassembled and reassembled the gun, put it into the violin case, turned and left the rooftop without leaving a trace.

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 moment the phone shattered in his hand, Pramia's mind went completely blank.

(A sniper?! He actually arranged for a sniper to be waiting for me?!)

Her instinct for danger made her react instantly. Almost as soon as her phone was hit, she ducked her head and frantically turned the steering wheel, making the car trace a dangerous S-shape on the road in an attempt to avoid the next bullet that might be aimed at her!

asshole!

asshole!

Who is it?!

Her beautiful face was now contorted with rage, her inner unease and fury swirling within her, nearly causing her to lose control. Her escape from the wedding had not surprised the other party, who had laid an ambush to prevent her from detonating the bomb... This feeling that every step she took was anticipated and firmly controlled sent a chill down the spine of this assassin who was used to being in control.

She slammed on the gas, and the vehicle lurched wildly amidst screams and honking, trying to escape the sniper's line of sight as quickly as possible.

The black sedan weaved between the skyscrapers.

Although she didn't know why the second bullet hadn't arrived, after several turns, in that moment of slight relaxation when she was certain she was out of the sniper threat—

boom!

The armrest box lid on the passenger side suddenly popped open without warning!

Pramia was startled by the sudden noise and instinctively glanced over.

Inside the empty armrest box lay a delicately crafted pumpkin head ornament with a wide, grinning mouth. Beneath the pumpkin's upturned mouth, the familiar printed lettering remained:

Happy Halloween!

"!!!"

In an instant, Pramia's blood seemed to freeze completely!

(He figured it out! He even predicted I'd steal this car?!)

(How is that possible?)

(How is this possible?!)

Recalling the entire process of running out of the building and then shooting and stealing the car, Pramia was certain that all her actions were spontaneous and that no one had influenced her.

But what exactly is going on in front of us?

Boundless fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed all her reason and anger!

The opponent lurking in the shadows was not an accidental assassin at all, but a demon!

A devil who can foresee the future!

"asshole!"

Extreme panic caused her to lose control of the vehicle, and she instinctively slammed on the brakes!

The tires were making a screeching sound!

The speeding car instantly lost its balance, swerved forward, and then crashed solidly into the concrete guardrail on the side of the road!

boom! ! !

A loud crash was heard, and the airbags deployed instantly, slamming heavily into Pramia's face.