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

A sense of madness and despair, born of utter despair, slowly surfaced on her blood-stained face.

Her knees buckled and touched the ground, and then she collapsed as if all her strength had been drained.

Pramia was breathing heavily.

In the moment when the sharp pain in her shoulder and physical exhaustion kept coming, the brief moment she collapsed to catch her breath was surprisingly relaxing.

just,

"How pitiful."

A soft sigh, as cool as the night wind, suddenly reached Pramia's ears.

The woman's body stiffened abruptly, as if her blood had frozen instantly.

She turned around slowly and laboriously.

The cool moonlight intertwined with the distant, bustling neon lights, outlining a tall and slender figure.

Lin Jiashu stood in the shadows at the entrance to the rooftop and slowly walked out.

He wore an elegantly tailored dark coat, was tall and slender, and had his hair meticulously styled with a few stray strands falling across his forehead. He exuded a refined and clean air that seemed completely out of place on this dirty and dilapidated rooftop.

However, his impeccably handsome face was expressionless, and his deep eyes gleamed with an inorganic, cold light that devoured all the warmth and vitality of Pramia.

Hayashi Yoshiki...

The "advisor" from the special task force whom Inspector Megure had called for help not long ago...

A renowned detective who has helped the police solve countless cases, famous for his incredible deductive reasoning speed...

Pramia certainly knew him.

How could she not know him?

It was precisely because she had investigated Rei Furuya's... or rather, Tooru Amuro's social connections that she chose to plant the bomb near Yoshiki Hayashi's office, using it as leverage to threaten that hateful policeman.

She began to tremble uncontrollably.

At this point, she understood.

The nightmare that drove her to the brink of despair with a series of unbelievable "accidents," manipulated her, and instilled in her unprecedented fear and humiliation... all of it was done by the man trusted by the police!

"Heh...hehe...hahaha—!"

The fear eventually turned into maniacal laughter.

The laughter was hoarse and desperate, sounding particularly jarring on the empty rooftop.

"It's you! It's actually you!! Hahaha! The so-called famous detective... Hahaha!"

"How pitiful."

Lin Jiashu unconsciously repeated it again, in a gentle tone.

The voice seemed to carry sympathy, but the coldness in his eyes did not melt away in the slightest; in fact, it intensified.

"How pitiful."

"Why?!"

Pramia's laughter abruptly stopped. She scrambled over, her voice distorted with fear and despair as she questioned, "Just because I'm evil? And you're a detective upholding justice?! What a joke! What a joke!? You really think you're righteous! You're nothing but a murderer—!"

"Do not."

Lin Jiashu calmly interrupted her.

He strolled slowly towards us, the moonlight illuminating his face as he looked down at us, but unable to penetrate his unfathomable pupils.

Whether you are a bad person or not is none of my business. Even if you really have the ability to kill Furuya Rei, I don't care.

Pramia was stunned.

Lin Jiashu's gaze swept over her bleeding shoulder, his voice still calm and gentle, yet carrying a chilling undertone: "But you shouldn't have planted a bomb in my office."

He slowly squatted down.

He gently lifted Promia's dazzling blonde hair.

Do you know?

"When I learned from Rei Furuya that you claimed to have hidden a bomb in my office in order to threaten him into surrendering... and that this was indeed true, how did I feel at that moment?"

"I'm very uneasy."

"Yes, a strong sense of unease—"

"After all, people die when they are killed."

"I find it hard to accept being exposed to such danger without any preparation or knowledge."

"so,"

He smiled slightly, a smile so handsome it was breathtaking, yet so cold it chilled to the bone. "You, who make me feel this way, must be completely eliminated."

As the sheer absurdity overwhelmed Pramia, regret followed in quick succession.

Her only goal is Rei Furuya...

She only intended to threaten that guy, how could she have imagined... that she would provoke a monster far more terrifying and incomprehensible than anyone else!

"it's a pity."

Under her terrified, almost trembling gaze, Lin Jiashu's eyes fell on her disheveled blonde hair. "I quite like your blonde hair like this."

Pramia's breath hitched, a chill running down her spine to the top of her head. She wanted to beg for mercy, to throw out any bargaining chip for a chance at life, but the moment she met those eyes, all the words stuck in her throat.

—Those are not human eyes at all.

There was no emotion there that could be communicated or swayed.

It was as if all her vitality and hope were completely extinguished under the gaze of those eyes.

Her mouth was agape, and even breathing became extremely difficult; an invisible, suffocating pressure gripped her heart.

Happy Halloween, this is the last one!

Lin Jiashu glanced at the time on his wristwatch and spoke softly.

"besides."

He nodded slightly, his tone gentle:

"Good night."

As he finished speaking, Pramia's pupils suddenly dilated to their maximum size.

A look of extreme terror and struggle appeared on her face. She looked at her right hand in disbelief, only to see that her hand, as if controlled by invisible threads, suddenly raised the pistol that she had been holding tightly, completely against her will!

what happened?

Why--

"No...no!! Stop!!"

She screamed shrilly, trying to fight against the terrifying force controlling her body, her eyes bloodshot with fear and resistance.

But her finger, unwavering and slow, pulled the trigger. The muzzle rested firmly against her temple.

boom!

Gunshots suddenly rang out on the empty rooftop, only to be quickly swallowed up by the commotion of Shibuya streets.

The madness, fear, resentment, and last glimmer of hope in Pramia's eyes froze completely. Her body went limp and fell to the ground, blood slowly spreading beneath her golden hair.

Lin Jiashu stood quietly in place, glanced at the corpse on the ground, then took out his phone and calmly sent a message.

The night wind blew by, ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead, but it couldn't dispel the suffocating chill on the rooftop.

The revelry continues on Halloween night.

The next second, the phone that had just sent the text message rang.

"What do you mean by saying Pramia is dead!? Did you kill him!?"

"More important than that is Shibuya's safety—that guy has hidden a lot of liquid bombs in the Halloween lanterns near the crossroads... what if the two liquids mix and cause the bombs to detonate completely?"

Lin Jiashu gave Amuro Tooru time to react, and before he could ask any further questions, he said, "The entire intersection and the surrounding streets will be blown up."

"Varied--!?"

Upon hearing this, they indeed forgot all about the news of Pramia's death.

There are nearly 10,000 people at Shibuya Crossing tonight for Halloween!

After confirming that Hayashi Yoshiki was not joking, Amuro Tooru hurriedly hung up the phone to arrange countermeasures.

Meanwhile, Lin Jiashu, who remained on the rooftop, took out the piece of paper from his pocket and set it on fire...

Kristen Lissard

Cause of death: Suicide

【………】

【………】

At 21:04, while maintaining his personal will, he shot himself.

The above records everything that happened to Pramie from the wedding ceremony until her death.

Burning ashes fell onto the woman's corpse.

Chapter 56: Why is this man so good-looking?!

As Pramie's body grew cold on the rooftop, the malevolent legacy she left behind quietly awakened on the streets of Shibuya.

"Dōgenzaka" and "Miyamasuzaka"

On these two streets that run through the core area of ​​Shibuya, the pumpkin lanterns that were originally Halloween decorations that attracted many people to take photos have had their internal mechanisms quietly activated.

From two different areas, pink and blue liquids flowed from a large number of suddenly shattered jack-o'-lanterns.

This is the liquid explosive that Pramia is so proud of.

The two liquids are safe and harmless when they exist alone, but once they come into contact, a powerful explosion will occur.

The two liquids gushed out and quickly grew to a considerable size, beginning to flow silently down the slope of the street.

The endpoints of these two slopes are also clearly defined.

The Shibuya Crossing, a world-famous intersection and one of the busiest areas in the world, could be the site of a massive explosion if these two colored liquids were to merge, potentially leveling the entire intersection and surrounding area.

"Oh no! The liquid is leaking!"

Pink liquid detected in the direction of Dogenzaka!

"Blue liquid detected in the direction of Miyamasu-zaka! It's flowing very fast!"

"They are moving towards the intersection!"

"Immediately evacuate everyone at the intersection! Organize manpower and find a way to stop the flow of liquid! Hurry!"

The police officers, including Amuro Tooru and Kazami Yuya, who had already received a warning from Hayashi Yoshiki but were still unable to pinpoint the exact location of the bomb, changed their expressions drastically.

They tried to build a defense with sandbags and anything else they could find, to guide the flow of liquid or to try to absorb it, but the volume of liquid was too large and the flow rate was getting faster and faster, so it was all in vain.

Megure Juzo and his Metropolitan Police Department personnel were also caught in a huge panic and were busy evacuating the disoriented crowd with all their might.

"Run! Run to higher ground! Get out of the intersection! Hurry!"

Screams, cries, and sirens completely replaced the previous joyful atmosphere. People ran and pushed each other in panic, and the streets of Shibuya instantly turned into a scene of hell on earth.

Time is running out.

Once the liquid reaches a certain scale, its flow will far exceed expectations. Although people on the street do not know what the liquid is, they can only frantically push and shove and run away in the atmosphere of panic, trying to get away from that deadly color.

The pink and blue streams, like two ferocious venomous snakes, climbed the slope of the street, ignoring all obstacles along the way, resolutely crawling towards the center of the intersection...

The aura of death gradually enveloped the entire Shibuya.

Amuro Tooru's eyes widened in horror, and Megure Juzo's heart sank to the bottom.

Just at this time,