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

[Report! The liquid flow towards Dogenzaka is blocked!]

[They stopped people heading towards Miyamasuzaka as well!]

Suddenly, a shout of surprise and delight came from the walkie-talkie from a frontline officer, almost cracking in voice!

what? !

Both Inspector Megure and Tooru Amuro were startled and looked incredulously toward the crossroads.

At the key inlets where the liquid was about to converge, a series of makeshift but surprisingly effective baffles had been erected at some unknown time!

A large number of police officers and many ordinary citizens reacted quickly, using their bodies to hold up the barriers and forcefully intercepting and diverting the surging pink and blue liquids to relatively safe drainage ditches or other directions where they would not merge...

"This...this is...?"

Inspector Megure was both surprised and delighted, almost speechless. He couldn't recall the police having such a precise and efficient contingency plan.

Just then, a calm voice sounded from behind: "Thankfully, we finally made it."

"minister!?"

When Inspector Megure, Sato, and the others turned around, they saw that Toshiro Odagiri had somehow appeared on the scene. His expression was serious, but he also seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief.

"Minister!" Inspector Megure immediately saluted. "What brings you here? That was just now..."

Odagiri Toshiro's gaze swept over the successfully intercepted liquid of death, and he slowly said, "It was arranged in advance by the advisor."

"Brother Lin?"

Inspector Megure was taken aback; Odagiri Toshiro had only ever acknowledged Hayashi Yoshiki as an advisor.

He believed that the assassin Pramia would not target a retired superintendent.

“Especially when he learned that Nakamura’s fiancée had met him three years ago—and that was during the last time Pramia was active, he became wary.”

"If the perpetrator wanted to create the largest possible panic and casualties, the most likely locations to choose, taking advantage of the properties of liquid bombs, would be Dogenzaka and Miyamasuzaka—because only the terrain of these two slopes can ensure that the liquid flows smoothly and eventually converges at the crossroads."

"So he pre-planned the corresponding interception plan, including the pre-placement points of these deflectors and the mobilization instructions."

Megure and the surrounding police officers listened in a daze.

...If it weren't for Pramia suddenly revealing her identity, they would still be in the dark.

"So you were already suspecting Christine so early on?"

Megure sighed, "As expected of Brother Lin, but why didn't you inform me beforehand...?"

Toshiro Odagiri did not respond to the question.

He received the notification from Hayashi Yoshiki just as night fell... More than that, he was now concerned about the guy who had allegedly caused the accident at the wedding venue.

“Inspector, Kerry… no, Promia is currently missing, we—”

"The police department has just sent a notification that they have successfully killed Promia, so there's no need to worry about it anymore."

"Were they killed?"

When Nakamura Tsutomu, who was standing next to him, heard that the real fan was the killer's fiancée who had been killed, he opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to recover.

All of this felt so unreal to him.

Amuro Tooru didn't even glance in their direction. After confirming that the scene was safe, he quickly put on his hat, lowered his head, and left.

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Far from the hustle and bustle of the ground, on the rooftop of a high-rise building.

All you can feel here is the howling night wind.

Lin Jiashu leaned against the railing alone, gazing at the lights at the Shibuya Crossing below, which were gradually returning to order from the chaos. The wisps of hair on her forehead were blown by the wind, and her expression was indistinct in the interplay of light and shadow.

So what should we do next is—

"You abandoned your date with a girl and came here alone to stand in the cold wind. You're something else, Hayashi Yoshiki."

A sweet, mocking female voice suddenly rang out. But it didn't come from behind; it came from above.

Lin Jiashu looked up in surprise.

Koizumi Akako was seen riding a simple broom, hovering in the night sky outside the rooftop.

She was still wearing the witch outfit she had changed into during the dress-up game, along with a pointed hat. She looked down at him, her expression seemingly smug.

"How did you find this place?"

Lin Jiashu's surprise quickly turned into his usual gentle smile, "Won't you be seen flying so openly outside?"

Who do you think I am?

Koizumi Akako didn't bother to answer his question, then looked a little annoyed, "He just abandoned the girl and hid in a place like this without even sending a message, tsk!"

Lin Jiashu just smiled.

Koizumi Akako guided the broom to slowly descend onto the rooftop, landing gracefully.

She carefully observed his expression. "Well, seeing that you look very tired, I'll let it go for now..."

Although she was sharp-tongued, she did notice the relaxation in his eyes as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden.

She saw everything that happened from the air on her broomstick, and naturally heard what Toshiro Odagiri said.

(He is indeed a remarkable man.)

Koizumi Akako couldn't help but think that although she had long known that Hayashi Yoshiki was outstanding, after personally experiencing the incident just now, this feeling had become even deeper—the police claimed that it was an explosion capable of knocking down high-rise buildings within half a kilometer, and although she was able to fly away in time, she was not unaware of the lives of thousands of people below.

But then, another subtle emotion welled up in her heart.

So, when we were on a date, this guy was actually hiding something so dangerous and heavy in his heart?

No wonder he seemed a bit off today!

She couldn't quite put her finger on whether she was angry or something else; it was just a bit complicated.

Lin Jiashu met her gaze, smiled gently, and did not deny it:

"Ah, that's a relief. After all, if I had guessed the wrong location where Pramia planted the explosives, or if there had been a slight flaw in the interception plan, Shibuya would probably be a sea of ​​fire by now."

So that's why he's staying here?

—To stay in this place where there is absolutely nowhere to escape if an explosion actually happens?

Koizumi Akako even caught a glimpse of lingering fear in his eyes, which made her hesitate to utter the sarcastic remarks she had been about to make.

"You talk as if all the responsibility is on your shoulders," she scoffed. "Are you so shameless that you enjoy taking on other people's burdens and lives?"

"..."

Hayashi Yoshiki didn't answer, but Koizumi Akako seemed to suddenly remember something, her wine-red eyes glaring at him, her tone tinged with annoyance: "And another thing! You know perfectly well that Shibuya is so dangerous today, with a madman planting bombs everywhere, yet you still invited me here on a date?! What if something happens to me?!"

Lin Jiashu looked at her expression, which was clearly worried but forced an angry look, and couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned forward slightly, getting closer to her, his voice particularly clear in the night breeze: "Because I think, if it were you, Hongzi, this level of danger wouldn't be anything at all, right? How could the rightful heir of the Red Magic die so easily?"

"These are two different things!"

“So you really did forget…” Lin Jiashu looked at her.

"what?"

“I’ve told you before… I can sometimes see the time of other people’s death.”

Koizumi Akako paused slightly upon hearing this, then muttered somewhat guiltily, "...Who knows if those nonsensical words are true or false?"

Seeing her hesitant yet somewhat concerned expression, Lin Jiashu's smile deepened.

He turned around, looking again at the dazzling sea of ​​lights below, his voice softening:

"Actually, I didn't know about the bomb from the beginning." He said, as if stating a fact, but also as if explaining. "When I asked you out, I just thought Halloween would be fun and I wanted to experience it with you."

"By the time I learned about Pramia's plan and realized danger was imminent, he was already with you..."

He turned his head to look at Koizumi Akako, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his delicate profile, his voice low and deep, "But I'm a little... unwilling to let the date end like this."

The night breeze carried his gentle words, and Koizumi Akako, looking into his eyes illuminated by the neon lights, momentarily forgot to refute him.

Her cheeks flushed crimson at a visible speed, which was particularly noticeable in the moonlight and the distant neon lights.

She instinctively turned her face away, feeling her heart pounding wildly.

After a few seconds of silence, as if unable to handle the impact of this direct approach, or perhaps annoyed by her own weak reaction that had put her at a disadvantage, she suddenly became irrationally furious: "Who, who cares whether you're willing or not! Stop saying such nonsensical things!"

Lin Jiashu smiled and looked at her without saying a word.

The air suddenly fell silent.

After a while, as Koizumi Akako's flushed cheeks gradually calmed down, her anger was replaced by a sudden surge of triumph.

and many more……

What he just said was practically a confession, wasn't it?

Realizing this, she turned back, her wine-red eyes sparkling as she stared at him, a triumphant, smug smile playing on her lips: "Hey! You're suddenly saying something like that... Are you finally admitting defeat? Admitting that you've been conquered by my charm and are hopelessly in love with me, right?"

She became increasingly smug as she spoke.

Looking at Yoshiki Hayashi's expressionless face, Koizumi Akako seemed to have already seen the finish line of victory: "Isn't it time to confess to me? Come on, I'll reluctantly listen!"

Lin Jiashu couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at her smug expression, her tail practically wagging in the air.

Although she's a witch, she's actually very easy to understand.

Suddenly, without warning, Lin Jiashu reached out and gently pushed her against the rooftop railing again—just like the wall-slamming gesture he had used not long ago after leaving that shop.

His figure loomed over, carrying a faint aura.

"W-What are you doing?!"

Koizumi Akako was startled by his sudden action, her heart skipped a beat, and the blush that had just faded quickly spread across her cheeks and ear tips again.

But when she was face-to-face with his excessively handsome face, her confidence instantly halved.

Why does this man need to be so good-looking?!

She mentally ranted and complained.

Lin Jiashu lowered his head slightly, gazing into her eyes, which were somewhat flustered yet held a hint of expectation. A smile played on his lips, and his voice was low, possessing a captivating magnetism:

"Wasn't it the lovely witch who wanted me to confess my feelings?"

Chapter 57: Attacked, by a Sniper!

"Wasn't it the lovely witch who wanted me to confess my feelings?"

As the gentle yet magnetic voice entered her ears, Koizumi Akako's face involuntarily flushed again.

"Who...who would have hoped for that! I just..."

Meeting his deep eyes, Koizumi Akako instinctively wanted to be stubborn, but an overwhelming sense of anticipation welled up inside her, making her words stuck in her throat.

Are you going to say it?

Is this guy finally going to confess his feelings to me?

A mix of joy, anticipation, and shyness washed over her, and Koizumi Akako couldn't help but smile. At the same time, her calves even trembled slightly with nervousness.

However, the expected confession did not happen.

She only heard Lin Jiashu let out a very soft, teasing laugh.

"I won't confess my feelings."

He announced it in a relaxed tone.

As soon as those words were spoken, the ambiguous atmosphere that had been lingering between the two vanished without a trace.

"..."

Koizumi Akako's eyes widened suddenly, staring at him in astonishment. "Why?!"

Her first reaction wasn't anger, but rather a question that slipped out.

Lin Jiashu tilted his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips that was both endearing and infuriating, his dark eyes filled with unfathomable emotions.

"Because, if I were to confess my feelings to you now, given your personality, Akako-kun..."

He deliberately drew out his words, quietly watching Koizumi Akako's expression as her heart gradually tightened.