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

"I didn't find any trace of Aunt Yingli when I came here."

Lin Jiashu's voice remained calm, but his eyes changed when he heard about the man and the stun gun.

His dark pupils were so dull and lifeless that even Kuriyama Midori, who was right in front of him, could not see her own reflection in his eyes.

He helped the trembling Kuriyama Midori up, then stood up. "Calm down, Ms. Kuriyama. Tell me where the security footage is. Take me there!"

His tone carried an astonishing sense of pressure. Kuriyama Midori was infected by his calm aura and, suppressing her panic, quickly got up and led him to Eri Kisaki's office.

The surveillance cameras at the Fei Law Firm are connected to two computers, one at the front desk and one in the office. When the perpetrator left, he only had time to process the video files on the front desk computer, so Kuriyama Midori quickly retrieved today's video content on the office computer.

The surveillance footage is very clear:

Two men, one fat and one thin and tall, sneaked into the Kisaragi Law Firm. As soon as Kuriyama Midori stepped out, the fat man knocked her unconscious with a stun gun. When Kisaragi Eri came out, the fat man tried to repeat the trick but was swiftly thrown to the ground by Kisaragi Eri with an over-the-shoulder throw. Lin Jiashu saw clearly that as the fat man fell, his hat and mask fell off due to the violent movement, revealing the face of a middle-aged man.

But the fat man's other companion, who was hiding, took the opportunity to knock Eri Kisaki unconscious with a stun gun. The two of them quickly stuffed her into a large suitcase that had been prepared beforehand, zipped it up, and brazenly dragged her out of the law firm like cargo.

Watching the scene on the surveillance footage of Eri Kisaki being stuffed into a suitcase and taken away, Yoshiki Hayashi's gaze was fixed on the face of the man who had been accidentally revealed on the screen due to the over-the-shoulder throw.

A man's face that has no distinctive features or memorable characteristics.

He quickly took a picture of the key video clip and the clear face with his phone, and said to Kuriyama Ryodo, "Ms. Kuriyama, please call the police immediately and hand over this surveillance footage to them! I'll be right back in a bit."

Before Kuriyama Midori could respond, Hayashi Yoshiki had already rushed out of the Kiyoshi Law Firm like a gust of wind. As he walked quickly to his car, he took out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

The call was answered almost instantly, and Gin's cold and impatient voice came from the other end: "What is it?"

Lin Jiashu's voice was flat, yet carried an unusual coldness and urgency: "Help me find someone! I'll send you a video and a photo. I need the identity of the man in the video, especially his name! Also, the final destination of the vehicle they used when they left! Use every channel you can, immediately!"

He didn't even give Gin time to ask or refuse; the coldness and domineering tone in his voice made Gin, on the other end of the phone, fall silent for a moment, which was quite unusual.

"understood."

Gin didn't ask any further questions and hung up the phone decisively, clearly to make immediate arrangements.

Lin Jiashu opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and the engine let out a low growl. His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his eyes, which always held a gentle smile, were now filled with unfathomable coldness.

Oh shit--

On the other end of the phone, after receiving the picture and brief instructions from Gin, Vodka looked at the not-so-clear screenshot of the face and couldn't help but mutter a complaint: "Brother, you only have one face, and you're asking for results so quickly... this..."

"Enough talk, vodka."

Gin's icy voice reached his ears, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure: "As soon as possible."

"yes, Sir!"

Vodka dared not say another word and immediately threw himself into his work.

His thick fingers flew across the keyboard, skillfully accessing the Metropolitan Police Department's citizen information database. At the same time, he activated the organization's internally developed high-efficiency facial recognition comparison software, cross-matching the face with the massive amount of data.

But what's more important now is finding out where that car is.

The organization has been recruiting some talented programmers. Gin ordered people to retrieve surveillance footage from all roads around the Fei Law Firm to track the route of the vehicle carrying the suitcase after it left.

He also had another group of people check the vehicle's registration information and origin to see if it was stolen or obtained through some channel.

After arranging everything, Gin took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, the grayish-white smoke blurring his cold, handsome features.

He reopened the video Lin Jiashu had sent. In the video, two men were struggling to drag a suitcase into the trunk of an ordinary car before driving away.

Although the video was incomplete, Gin could easily deduce what had happened based on its location.

Has something happened to someone close to Jundu?

Thinking that this was the only reason, Gin's lips curled into a mocking sneer.

How could someone like Cointreau, whose very nature exudes coldness and selfishness, possibly lose his composure like this for the sake of so-called relatives? What a ridiculous joke.

For an assassin like Gin, emotions are always superfluous, or even a fatal weakness.

To say that someone like Jundo values ​​relationships?

Stop making him laugh!

"Big brother, we found it! Take a look, it should be this guy, right?"

"Send the data to Cointreau's mobile phone."

"Ok."

Almost simultaneously, feedback also came from vehicle tracking.

After all, with clear information about the car model and color, it's relatively easy to investigate its general destination based on roadside surveillance cameras.

Gin, expressionless, compiled all the information and forwarded it directly to Yoshiki Hayashi.

At the end of the message, he unusually asked one more question:

Do you need any help?

Lin Jiashu did not reply.

The text message revealed the name of the fat man who accidentally revealed his appearance, and the location of their car was confirmed to be in Sudancho.

That's enough...

Lin Jiashu calmly drove there.

As he stopped the car, he took out his notebook from his pocket.

Currently, only the name of one kidnapper is known. Another tall, thin man was also present at Fei Law Firm.

Besides, there weren't actually only two robbers.

"..."

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The furious roars of the tall, thin robber echoed through the abandoned building in Sudancho.

"What kind of eyes do you have that makes you think tomato juice is blood?! Didn't I tell you to be careful when you open your suitcase?! And she even took your phone!"

He pointed at the fat robber who was slumped on the ground with a big bump on his head, and wished he could kick him a couple more times.

The chubby robber covered his head, looking aggrieved. "I... how was I supposed to know it was tomato juice... It was all red, leaking from the seam of the suitcase. I thought something had happened to her..."

"idiot!"

The tall, thin robber was furious.

At this moment, the third man, who had been standing silently in the shadows, spoke in a sinister voice:

"That's enough. What's the point of arguing now?"

He surveyed the long-abandoned building, most of its windows sealed shut, and his cold, menacing eyes behind his sunglasses sent a chill down the spines of the other two.

"It's alright, we've already locked this place from the outside, she can't escape. This place isn't big, let's just treat it as a cat-and-mouse game. Find her, and then... we'll settle all our old and new scores together."

As the man spoke, ignoring the reactions of the tall, thin, and fat robbers, he immediately stood up and urged them to begin searching the surrounding area.

They absolutely must teach that woman a lesson!

"Yes! Strip her clothes off and make her kneel down and apologize. I'll ruin her reputation!"

"Let her taste the bitterness of a broken family too!"

Although the building is abandoned, it still has power.

Eri Kisaki leaned against a cold wall, her chest rising and falling slightly from the tension and the brief run.

She forced herself to calm down.

All exits are now blocked, the stolen phones have no SIM cards, and the alarm signals have been blocked...

The situation is absolutely terrible.

She looked at the phone with some resentment.

But just then, she noticed a faint Wi-Fi signal icon appearing at the top of her phone screen. Although the signal was weak and intermittent, it was definitely there.

(You can't make calls without a SIM card, but... if you have internet access, you might be able to use email!)

A spark of hope immediately ignited in her heart.

Eri immediately thought of Yoshiki Hayashi. According to their original plan, it was currently the time they had agreed to have dinner together. That kid must have already gone to the law firm and discovered her disappearance! If only she could get in touch with him…

Fortunately, Eri Kisaki could remember a few email addresses, but one of them happened to be Yoshiki Hayashi's.

However, when she was about to explain her situation and location in the body of the email, she couldn't help but pause—she had no idea where she was!

If you looked at this abandoned building from the outside, you might be able to tell what it was like, but you couldn't see anything from the inside... The windows on the lower floors were all sealed off, and you couldn't see any conspicuous buildings outside.

The beautiful woman bit her lower lip, pondering how to convey effective information. Simply saying, "I've been kidnapped, and I'm in an abandoned building somewhere I don't know," would obviously be useless and would only make Lin Jiashu anxious.

Time ticked by, and in the distance, one could faintly hear the footsteps and shouts of the robbers searching.

Fear clung to her heart like cold vines, but she gripped her phone tightly, her nails almost digging into her palms.

The windows at the bottom are sealed off, so what about the windows at the top?

The windows above might not be sealed off; she could use the surrounding buildings to pinpoint the location. If they were sealed off, then simply stating that it's an abandoned building with all windows sealed off and no view could be considered a clue…

She took a deep breath and began typing rapidly in the email body.

At least for now, the sapling needs to be informed of the situation.

Eri sent the email while carefully avoiding footsteps, trying to approach the upper floors.

She had already recognized the person who kidnapped her.

three people.

The leader was a domestic abuser who, after being sued by his wife, suffered a crushing defeat in the divorce case against Eri Kisaki and harbored a grudge against her.

The other two were in similar situations.

The tall, thin man was a gambler, while the fat man was an adulterer.

Therefore, these losers call themselves the victims' alliance...

It would be bad if it fell into their hands.

Eri Kisaki sent the three people's identities to Yoshiki Hayashi's phone, and then carefully walked upstairs.

the other side

Lin Jiashu has already entered the building.

—They walked in directly from under the unlocked roller shutter.

He glanced at his phone and found that all signals were blocked... The Wi-Fi signal could barely be received at the scene, but he didn't know the password and couldn't connect.

But it doesn't matter.

After glancing at the time on his wristwatch, Lin Jiashu began to walk upstairs.

Chapter 65: I promise, I'll make you suffer a terrible death later.

Lin Jiashu silently stepped into the abandoned building, and a smell mixed with dust, rust and mold hit him.

The building was brightly lit.

The empty corridor gave him a clear view of everything. He quickly scanned the rooms in the corridor to confirm that there was no sign of Eri Kisaki, nor were there any kidnappers lying in ambush.

Without the slightest hesitation, his gaze was fixed on the stairs leading to the next floor.

The leather shoes made a soft, rhythmic sound as they stepped on the gravel and dusty cement steps, which sounded particularly clear in the deathly silence.

As he reached the fourth floor and stepped onto the corner of the stairs, he heard two men speaking in hushed, irritated voices above him.

"Damn it, where did that woman go? I've searched the whole floor and can't find her!"

"She's definitely hiding somewhere! Once we catch her, we'll make sure she's utterly disgraced!!"

It was the voice of the skinny kidnapper and the fat kidnapper.

Presumably because they were no longer comfortable letting the fat man act alone, the two of them had to team up. They had clearly just finished searching the rooms on the upper floor without finding anything and were angrily preparing to go downstairs when they bumped right into Lin Jiashu, who was coming upstairs.

The two locked eyes.

"!!"

The tall, thin man was the first to spot Lin Jiashu at the bottom of the stairs. He was so startled that he almost slipped down the steps. "Who...who are you?! What are you doing here?!"