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

[Once his retreat was hindered, and he realized he could not escape and that his information might be leaked, he chose to shoot himself.]

Lin Jiashu's fingertips gently brushed over the words on the paper.

He then took out a lighter and continued to burn the remaining pages of the Death Note.

We'll most likely get Rum's real name soon...

And then there's the cross-age tracking system that will be available soon, plus the second-generation Noah's Ark...

The cards we have to play, and the cards we're about to acquire, are getting stronger and stronger.

However, it is precisely at times like these that we must be extra careful and not let our guard down...

The wound, which had already been treated, was now throbbing with pain, but Lin Jiashu didn't pay much attention to it.

Before thinking about Gin, he gave instructions to him and Amuro Tooru, and said that the task that "that man" valued very much was that the organization had now obtained the smuggling route, while Hayashi Yoshiki had left his own mole in his own way.

However, as things stand, the distillery has remained quiet and has not taken any actions that would concern Lin Jiashu.

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.

A major typhoon is coming to Guangdong tomorrow, level 17. I'm scared.

Chapter 59: The Real Name Acquired

Last night, a major terrorist attack threat was lodged against the Shibuya Halloween celebrations.

The internationally wanted bomber, codenamed 'Plamia,' originally planned to use liquid explosives placed in pumpkin lanterns throughout Dogenzaka and Miyamasuzaka to create a devastating explosion.

Fortunately, the plot was thwarted at the last minute.

The television broadcasted chaotic scenes of police evacuating crowds and liquid explosives flowing through the streets of Shibuya being intercepted by deflectors.

The scene then shifts to Toshiro Odagiri, the head of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Division, standing at a press conference.

"We are especially grateful to Mr. Lin Jiashu, the police's special advisor, for preventing a major tragedy. His exceptional reasoning skills and precise understanding of criminal psychology allowed him to anticipate the perpetrator's methods and location, providing crucial intelligence for our successful bomb interception."

"The main perpetrator, Pramia, died during his escape, and the liquid explosives he released have been neutralized by the police with a rapidly prepared neutralizing agent. There is currently no risk of further explosion; the public can rest assured."

In the bar

The light from the television screen reflected on Gin's indifferent face. He looked at Yoshiki Hayashi, who appeared on the news with a gentle smile as he accepted the praise, and couldn't help but let out a sneer that had no meaning.

It's that kind of sensational scene that's captivating the entire nation again...

Looking at the police and officials on television who were so enthusiastic about him, Gin's eyes revealed a hint of sarcasm.

How many similar situations have occurred so far? Each time, the name "Hayashi Yoshiki" shines brightly in society. Gin is too lazy to guess what kind of shady dealings are behind this.

Vodka chuckled.

"Brother, this commotion was really careless."

"That's his own business. As long as he doesn't get himself into trouble and no one pays attention to him, that's fine."

Gin's tone was indifferent.

The story of the boy who cried wolf has taught many people a lesson. That guy Jundo has tricked him time and time again by pretending to be innocent. Gin was furious about this and said he would never bother with him again if it happened again.

My brother is still angry about being used last time...

Vodka chuckled inwardly, said nothing more, and simply poured himself a glass of wine.

Just then, a "ding-a-ling" sound came from behind.

Vermouth swayed in gracefully, went straight to the seat next to Gin, and sat down elegantly.

She slowly lit a cigarette.

"Weren't you summoned back by the BOSS?"

Gin glanced over.

"Yes, but you have to give me some breathing room."

Vermouth smiled alluringly, the thin smoke from her red lips obscuring her bright eyes, while her gaze fell on the drinks menu, as if she were leisurely pondering what to drink.

Gin didn't say anything more.

He naturally wouldn't pay attention to what this woman was up to.

"I heard that Rum personally went undercover to obtain some important intelligence this time? That's quite rare."

"I have no interest in knowing what that guy is up to."

"There's another interesting little thing."

Vermouth chuckled, a hint of amusement in her eyes, and before Gin could react, she continued, "He seems to have sent Curaçao to contact Cointreau. What, didn't Cointreau report this to you?"

Gin paused almost imperceptibly in the hand holding the glass.

But he said nothing and did not respond to Vermouth's obviously provocative topic.

Vermouth doesn't seem to be expecting an answer either.

She seemed to have really just come for a drink to clear her head, and after finishing her drink, she left quietly, just as she had come.

The bar was left with only gin and vodka.

After a moment of silence, Vodka couldn't contain himself any longer and asked in a low voice, "Brother... that Cointreau guy, he's not really planning to side with Rum, is he?"

Gin glanced indifferently at the vodka, downed the glass of liquor in one gulp, and said in a voice devoid of emotion, "His feet are his own, and it's his business where he wants to go."

However, when he turned his gaze back to the television screen reporting on Hayashi Yoshiki, a hint of scrutiny still lingered in his dark green pupils.

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 lighting in the hotel suite was dim and yellowish.

The air was filled with a faint scent of tobacco mixed with expensive perfume.

Vermouth straddled Lin Jiashu's lap, her waist twisting back and forth like a water snake, her soft buttocks rubbing and swaying against his firm thighs, creating a series of soft sounds.

She tilted her head back, her long golden hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and a suppressed voice escaped from her lips.

Lin Jiashu leaned against the soft headboard, carefully avoiding any movement with her injured arm, while her other, uninjured hand gently but firmly grasped her smooth hind leg, her fingertips sinking slightly in with her rhythm, matching her movements.

"so……"

Vermouth leaned down slightly, her warm breath brushing against his ear, her voice slightly damp: "Aren't you going to talk to Gin about Ticurasso and try to gain more trust from him?"

Lin Jiashu's eyes were fixed on her.

Reflecting her eyes, so close to his own, he fully savored the moment, a lazy smile curving his lips: "No rush, I don't need to rush to show my loyalty to him. More than that, I'm curious about just how much he can tolerate Rum... or rather, how much resentment he harbors towards Rum."

Vermouth paused slightly in her twisting motion.

The curve of her bright red lips carried a hint of sarcasm: "In the end, you, as a man, have absolutely no sincerity in your heart."

"Sincerity is relative, and besides, someone like Gin is unlikely to completely trust anyone from the bottom of his heart."

"So, you're the same, right?"

Vermouth seemed both amused and ironic by her older brother's refusal to laugh at her second brother's words. She leaned down, placing her hands, painted with purple nail polish, on his shoulders, swaying them gently as she looked into his eyes: "A person who truly doesn't trust anyone."

"So that's how you see me after all?"

Did I say something wrong?

"...But actually, I really trust you."

Lin Jiashu looked at her and chuckled, "Although we both have our own secrets, having secrets and trusting each other are not contradictory... Everyone should have secrets in life, but look, the connection between us is so close."

"You're quite the talker."

Vermouth let out a low, hoarse laugh.

Lin Jiashu reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him... His deep eyes looked particularly alluring in the dim light.

“But I think we can make our connection even stronger by removing this.”

He gently and sweetly nudged her.

Lin Jiashu met her gaze, his eyes filled with a dangerous allure. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, "Anyway... you won't fall for it, right?"

These words were like a cold needle; the blush on Vermouth's face faded slightly, and her body stiffened for a moment.

But she quickly reverted to her languid and alluring demeanor, letting out a sneer.

"What, did Sherry, that runaway kitten, tell you?"

"No, that's just my guess."

Lin Jiashu gently stroked Vermouth's back. "Sherry and Conan... that is, Shinichi Kudo, when their bodies occasionally return to their normal size, once they turn back into children, all the injuries they suffered before will disappear without a trace, as if they have been reset."

"Furthermore, even if they are suffering from a severe cold before returning to their normal size, all cold symptoms will temporarily disappear once they return to their normal size."

"Just like how growing bigger and shrinking use two completely different and independent bodies, whose states are even completely frozen..."

"Another point is that it seems that whether it's you or Conan and the others... the speed of wound healing and cell activity are far beyond that of ordinary people. From a biological point of view, your cell metabolism and even deeper gene expression have produced significant differences from ordinary people."

Vermouth remained silent.

She looked at Lin Jiashu's calm, almost mocking face, even though she knew he didn't mean it that way. But when he said this bloody truth, Vermouth's mood instantly soured.

A heavy feeling welled up in my heart like a tide.

Maintaining youth forever does not come without a price.

In any case, she is no longer a normal woman.

It was this profound sense of "inhumanity" that made her deeply resent the Miyano couple who conducted the research, and even the entire research process.

However, Vermouth is Vermouth after all.

She quickly masked that moment of heaviness and loss of composure.

A seductive smile suddenly bloomed on her face, a smile tinged with self-destructive abandon. She reached out and tore away the barrier, straddling him again.

It was as if she wanted to vent all her emotions in this entanglement.

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.

As he finished get off work in the evening, Mr. Wakita bid a friendly farewell to his boss after a busy day, then got into his Rolls-Royce and went home.

He removed the mustache that was attached to his philtrum and took out his dentures.

"No suspicious persons appeared today, Lord Rum," the driver reported. "And there was nothing suspicious about Detective Kogoro Mouri's behavior either."

"Continue to observe."

Rum maintained his own instructions.

After the fake delivery incident, Rum had been very cautious. Completely unaware of the situation, he simply increased the number of sentries and bodyguards around him.

My phone rang in my pocket.

"It's me, Lord Rum," came Curaçao's calm and composed voice from the other end of the phone.

"explain."

Rum was concise and to the point.

On the other end of the phone, Curaçao gave a concise report on how she had helped Lin Jiashu hunt down Promia, including how she put pressure on him and how Promia made a frantic escape.

Rum himself saw the related news on TV afterward.

However, he was not interested in Pramia's fate.

"Couldn't they figure out how he caused the accident?"

"I can't see clearly. Everything happened so suddenly, but I'm certain that Jundu has other helpers under his command."

"There's nothing strange about that."

Rum grinned, a sly glint in his single eye, and said to Curaçao on the other end of the phone, “But you did a great job, Curaçao. There’s something interesting… It seems that Cointreau didn’t mention to Gin at all that he contacted you and got you to assist in the operation.”

"Yes."

"Then let's continue to keep in touch with him."

Cointreau did not reject Curaçao's advances and even asked her to do things for him, which was probably a signal that he didn't mind getting close to the intelligence group...

That's true. High-functioning narcissists are always self-centered and loyal only to themselves. Of course, they wouldn't care whether they get close to Gin or to their own side.