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

However, after thinking for a moment, he still took the liberty of leaning down slightly, bringing his face close to her ear, and whispering in a breathy voice that only the two of them could hear: "Just saying it isn't enough... I want to see proof that Yoko only likes me."

evidence?

How do I prove it in this situation?

After just a moment's thought, Yoko Okino's cheeks flushed bright red, and even her ears and neck turned crimson.

Under Lin Jiashu's gaze, Okino Yoko suddenly looked around alertly. After confirming that there was no one in front of or behind her in the restaurant on the second floor, she pulled Lin Jiashu and quickly slipped into a stall in the men's restroom next door, locking the door behind her.

The small space felt extremely crowded.

"Yoko?"

"..."

Yoko Okino didn't answer; her cheeks were flushed red as if they were about to bleed, but her movements were unwavering. She took a deep breath, and then, under Yoshiki Hayashi's slightly surprised gaze, slowly squatted down.

Yoko Okino reached out and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his zipper. When that already aroused, burning passion was laid bare before her, her breath caught in her throat, and her ears turned bright red. But she still mustered her courage, tilted her flushed face upward, and gazed at him with those eyes that had once captivated countless audiences on stage, eyes that now reflected only his image—

At this moment, right outside the restroom, downstairs, was the crime scene, and the police and detectives were still busy—the time and place were so inopportune…

But right now, comforting Yoshiki is the most important thing.

She slowly parted her rosy lips and gently moved closer...

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 while passed

Yoko Okino tidied her slightly disheveled hair and collar, and after confirming that her expression had returned to its usual sweet and proper state, she returned to the crime scene in the underground warehouse with slightly lighter steps.

By this time, the police questioning had already come to an end.

The police are carefully examining the evidence at the scene and in the office, while Kogoro Mouri and Conan stand aside with furrowed brows, especially Conan... He already has some guesses in his mind, but he still can't find the key to connect everything.

"Miss Yoko!"

As soon as Kogoro Mouri saw her return, he immediately snapped out of his reverie and beamed with a warm smile. "You're back! Are you alright? You weren't scared, were you?"

“I’m fine, Mr. Mori.”

"Hey, don't worry, Ms. Yoko!" Kogoro Mouri puffed out his chest, striking a confident pose. "Leave the case to me, the great detective Kogoro Mouri! I've pretty much figured it out, and I'll be able to catch the murderer of Mr. Asuka soon!"

Yoko Okino maintained her polite smile: "Yes, I believe in Mr. Mori's abilities."

At that moment, Conan looked around and couldn't help but raise his head and ask in a childish voice, "Miss Yoko, have you seen Yoshiki-nii?"

"Yeah, there is."

Yoko Okino leaned down and gave Conan a perfectly natural, friendly smile, saying in a casual tone, "When I arrived, I saw Yoshiki-kun making a phone call outside. It seemed like he was dealing with something work-related, so I didn't disturb him."

Her lie flowed smoothly, but her heart was racing because of her bold actions in the restroom stall.

This is the first time...

Because it was her first time away from home, Yoko Okino was incredibly nervous.

What was most nerve-wracking was that Yoshiki had just pulled her up, turned her around, and pinned her against the wall of the cubicle from behind.

"I see..."

Conan, unsuspecting of Yoko Okino's acting skills and dazzling performance, nodded.

Conan was indeed a little concerned that Yoshiki Hayashi wasn't very enthusiastic about the case, but because Yoshiki Hayashi's persona was so good, Conan, who didn't know the truth, just thought that there might be other more important things that made Yoshiki Hayashi have to abandon this case.

Never mind, I'll take care of things here anyway...

Conan quickly turned his attention back to the case.

Yoko Okino straightened up, looked at Kogoro Mouri and Conan who were deep in thought, and wisely did not make a sound to disturb them, standing quietly to the side.

Her gaze would occasionally drift toward the entrance of the corridor, hoping for Lin Jiashu's appearance.

Despite being at a crime scene and the atmosphere being heavy, Yoko Okino felt as if a honey pot had been overturned, and a sweet feeling spread uncontrollably through her heart.

After a while, Lin Jiashu slowly returned to this side.

Where has the investigation reached?

"You've finally arrived, Brother Lin."

Inspector Megure quickly went to meet him.

Hayashi Yoshiki nodded, then looked at Kogoro Mouri and Conan, saying, "There was a rather important phone call just now, but Uncle Mouri is here, so I thought we could handle it and wasn't in a hurry—"

Just as he finished speaking, Kogoro Mouri, who was standing there intending to call on Yoshiki Hayashi to secretly give him a helping hand, suddenly straightened up, then began to stagger, swaying like a drunkard before collapsing to the ground.

“That’s right, I’ve already seen through the truth of this case, so there’s no need for Ashu to take action.”

Conan, hiding in a corner, spoke using a voice changer.

That's really rare...

With Yoshiki Hayashi present, he actually had the chance to use the account "Sleeping Kogoro".

Conan suddenly felt a bit sentimental.

However, he quickly became serious and began to recount the truth he had discovered.

Hayashi Yoshiki naturally stood next to Okino Yoko.

From an angle unseen by others, his little finger gently hooked Yoko's finger. It was just a simple touch, but it made Yoko's heart skip a beat again. She lowered her head slightly, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

There's not much to say about this case.

The murderer was sommelier Akito Yamada—he put cheap wines with tampered labels in the restaurant and sold them at high prices, using the extra money as the restaurant's profit and giving kickbacks to the wine merchants, but the boss found out.

"The customers who come to a restaurant owned by a former FIFA player have no taste; they can't appreciate good wine. My methods are the only way to make money and expand the business! Why won't he adopt them? The restaurant is already struggling... because he's going to sue me for fraud, so I—"

This is what he said when he knelt down to repent.

Sometimes, Yoshiki Hayashi really couldn't understand or empathize with the thought processes of the people in Beika Town.

"Even fans aren't necessarily people who lack wine tasting skills. Once someone is caught selling inferior goods as superior ones, the damage is immeasurable... You can't understand other people's insistence on integrity, but actually, it's your thought process that's more incomprehensible, Mr. Yamada."

Actually, Yamada Akimichi is considered relatively good.

At least he was mentally unstable from the beginning, unlike some of the murderers in Beika Town, whose interactions with others were no different from those of ordinary people before they committed the crimes... But after he started committing the crimes, the madness of his motives was truly astonishing.

Akihiro Yamada was quickly taken away by the police.

When Kogoro Mouri woke up and realized that he had indeed solved the case, he immediately smugly moved over to Yoko Okino.

"Miss Yoko—"

"What brilliant reasoning, Mr. Mori."

"Oh dear, oh dear... I feel like I didn't even have to do much to solve this case, hahaha!"

Kogoro Mouri laughed so hard he opened his mouth wide in embarrassment.

Immersed in the joy of showing off in front of his idol, he failed to notice that his idol's body language suddenly became awkward—Yoko Okino's face suddenly turned somewhat embarrassed, and her legs under her skirt unconsciously tightened a little.

Oops……

It looks like it's about to leak out.

That would be terrible if we were discovered!

"What's wrong, Ms. Yoko? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Eh... Ah, no, I'm fine."

Chapter 63: Vermouth's Strange Behavior

The morning sun, already carrying a hint of warmth, cast bright spots of light through the car windows into the interior.

Lin Jiashu drove steadily toward Fei Law Firm.

In the passenger seat, Eri Kisaki was dressed in a well-fitting business suit, exuding a capable and efficient demeanor.

She turned her head to look at Lin Jiashu's hands on the steering wheel: "Your injuries no longer affect your mobility?"

"Yes, it's almost healed and doesn't affect my mobility at all." Lin Jiashu smiled gently.

"That's good."

Eri Kisaki felt a little relieved, but she still couldn't help but add, "But you still need to be more careful about your safety. I always feel like you often end up getting hurt..."

“I understand, but sometimes you can’t worry about too much.” Lin Jiashu nodded readily.

Soothing classical music was playing inside the car.

Because Eri Kisaki's Cooper got a flat tire just before leaving home today, Yoshiki Hayashi drove her to work.

The two chatted for a while in the car.

Lin Jiashu casually asked:

"Aunt Eri, are you still very busy with work at the firm lately? You seem to have lost some weight."

Hearing this, Eri Kisaki seemed somewhat helpless as well. She rubbed her temples and said, "Yes, there are more and more cases. Sometimes I don't even have time to catch my breath. It feels like it's been a long time since I've been able to sit down and enjoy a meal in peace."

“That’s absolutely unacceptable. You’re not setting a good example yourself and you’re still criticizing me… No matter how busy you are, you have to eat on time.”

Just as he said, if things continue like this, he will soon lose his standing as an elder.

Eri Kisaki was speechless. Looking at the street scene rushing past the window, she suddenly suggested, "How about today? After I finish my work, I'll call Ran and we'll go out for a nice meal together."

She then looked at Lin Jiashu with a smile, her tone tinged with amusement, "Speaking of which, haven't you and Xiaolan been going out together much lately? Shouldn't young people be more enthusiastic about dating?"

Lin Jiashu's fingers on the steering wheel twitched almost imperceptibly, but his smile remained bright: "I've been quite busy lately, and Xiaolan seems to be preparing for exams too. But it would be nice to have dinner together, I'll arrange it. I'll message you and Xiaolan after I've booked the table... Shall I pick you up from get off work later?"

"Okay, let's settle on this for now."

Eri nodded.

A moment later, the car, which had traveled without any obstruction, came to a smooth stop downstairs at Fei Law Firm.

Fei Ying unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Thank you for giving me a ride, Little Tree. Drive carefully."

"Okay, please don't overwork yourself."

"See you later then."

See you later.

After getting out of the car with her briefcase, the beautiful woman waved to Lin Jiashu inside the car, then turned and walked into the building.

Lin Jiashu watched her figure disappear through the gate, the gentle smile on his face gradually fading.

He didn't start the car immediately, but simply sat quietly in the driver's seat and glanced at the time...

The report should be available this afternoon.

He thought about it.

Sunlight streamed through the car window, casting a hazy glow on his handsome profile. A moment later, he restarted the engine, merged into the traffic, and disappeared into the bustling morning light of Tokyo.

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.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows into the elegantly decorated café.

Vermouth sat in a window seat with a panoramic view, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses that obscured most of her striking face.

The black coffee in front of her remained almost untouched, and her slender fingers only occasionally swiped lightly across the tablet, which displayed a live surveillance video of the office building entrance in the distance.

"Target has entered the building and is expected to leave in thirty minutes."

She took out her phone and started typing rapidly on the keyboard before clicking send.

A moment later, she gracefully rose to pay the bill, like a lady who had just finished afternoon tea, and slowly made her way to her next destination.

For her, conducting surveillance and investigations was no challenge at all.

However, to avoid arousing suspicion, she ordered a light meal at a small shop around the same time as her target came out—although she hadn't had much of an appetite since morning, she still needed to maintain the necessary disguise.

But when the waiter brought the food over, the steam carrying the rich aroma of the food wafted towards her, and that smell, which should have been mouthwatering, suddenly seized her stomach like an invisible hand.

A strong and sudden wave of nausea surged up my throat without warning—

Vermouth's expression changed slightly. She suppressed the nausea and quickly picked up the water next to her and took a sip. However, the nausea not only did not subside but became even more intense.