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

She walked to the unconscious Naomi Algent and knelt down to remove the necklace around the other's neck... It was a seashell-shaped necklace. When she opened it, there was actually a USB flash drive inside.

While everyone's attention was drawn to that side, Amuro Tooru looked at Hayashi Yoshiki and asked him with his eyes—did you come over after hearing my phone call?

Lin Jiashu smiled and shook his head.

"USB flash drive?"

Vodka was surprised.

He quickly went over and grabbed a laptop, turned it on, and then plugged in the USB drive.

The USB drive was empty except for a folder named "Cross-Age Recognition_Test" containing a single JPG file.

"Only one image file?"

"Open it and take a look."

Double-click the mouse.

The moment the image opened, the people in the submarine immediately fell silent.

The image shows a screenshot of the results from the cross-age tracking system: on the left is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with short chestnut-brown wavy hair walking on the street, while on the right is a photo of a little girl who looks remarkably similar to her, only eight or nine years old.

The two photos also display a "consistent age verification" result in the center.

"This is... Sherry!?"

As Vodka exclaimed in surprise, Vermouth, who was holding the mouse, tightened her grip slightly, realizing something was wrong.

Amuro Tooru, standing next to him, also sharpened his gaze.

Rena Mizunashi glanced at Yoshiki Hayashi, whose gaze was slightly narrowed beside her, opened her mouth slightly, and then glanced at the others, remaining impassive.

Chapter 81: One Loyal, One Rebel, and Three Undercover Agents

The atmosphere at the scene was very interesting.

Aside from Vodka, who knew nothing, everyone seemed to become tense in that instant.

First up is Rena Mizunashi.

Knowing of Ai Haibara's existence because of Conan, she looked at Yoshiki Hayashi with a tightening in her chest, but the latter did not meet her gaze.

Too……

We absolutely cannot act rashly now. Besides Vodka, there are also troublesome guys like Bourbon and Vermouth on the scene!

Rena Mizunashi silently pondered a solution.

Amuro Tooru's hands, which were tucked into his pockets, tightened unconsciously.

Sherry, who was shrunk and occasionally went out with Yoshiki under his protection, would have her identity exposed to the organization if Yoshiki's previous close interactions with her were discovered...

This result undoubtedly means death.

There will be no room for maneuver. Once Yoshiki is suspected, the organization will deal with him without any mercy!

So, what should we do?

Cold sweat beaded on Amuro Tooru's forehead.

Kir—He already knew from the information leaked from within the Public Security Bureau that Rena Mizunashi was a CIA member. If he made a move now, she might be able to stand on his side… so it would be three against two?

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Vodka's head, which was unconsciously leaning closer to the computer screen, and at Vermouth, whose expression he couldn't see.

It definitely has advantages.

But how do we explain this?

As his thoughts froze, Vermouth's body tensed up instinctively.

asshole……

After deciding to side with Cointreau, I felt like I couldn't even breathe a sigh of relief.

Vermouth felt a growing anxiety.

At this moment, she was thinking more than anyone else.

If Sherry's shrinking is reported to the organization, then Yukiko's child will also be discovered, and Ran may be implicated... and Jundo, who is involved in all of this, will also die. Since he has completely switched sides and there is no way to turn back, he probably has to kill these guys at the scene if he wants to undo all of this.

Vodka, Kiel, Bourbon...

Although Vermouth had some doubts about the two men, she knew they couldn't possibly be on her side.

Is disposal the only option?

The atmosphere around the laptop suddenly fell silent.

The hearts of the group of people, each with their own thoughts, began to race...

In this subtly tense atmosphere, only Vodka remained oblivious, staring at the computer screen: "Sherry... the kid next to her looks a lot like her!"

Rena Mizunashi tried to salvage the situation: "Was it Sherry when she was little?"

"No, it's the latest image."

Lin Jiashu's sudden words surprised the others. "Just look at the phone of the passerby next to her. That's the latest model... Eleven or twelve years ago, everyone was still using flip phones."

His sudden self-sabotage prevented the others from relaxing.

Vermouth and Amuro Tooru subconsciously looked into Hayashi Yoshiki's eyes, and then exchanged a glance as they noticed each other's gaze.

"So what's going on?" Vermouth tried to act nonchalant.

"Could it be that this brat's Sherry?"

Although Vodka found it absurd, he couldn't help but make a guess after seeing the system's authentication results.

Lin Jiashu laughed at the chilling words that sent a shiver down the spines of those around him.

"Whether it is or not, shouldn't your most important task right now be to send this picture to Gin?"

"That's true..."

Vodka nodded immediately.

Seeing that he was really going to do as he was told, Amuro Tooru frowned as he looked at Hayashi Yoshiki, who had stopped talking, but remained silent.

The other two were in a similar state, unable to understand what Lin Jiashu was trying to do.

Vodka immediately sent the picture to Gin.

With the image successfully sent, the others realized that it was impossible to get away with this by "silencing" the person.

The air inside the submarine seemed to freeze.

Vermouth stood to the side, casually admiring her recently done green nail polish; Amuro Tooru's hands, which were in his pockets, clenched and then quietly loosened, making him look somewhat tense; Mizunashi Rena, on the other hand, had her eyes lowered, seemingly studying the texture of the control panel.

Lin Jiashu acted as if nothing had happened, taking out his phone to reply to the text messages he had just received from Xiaolan and the others.

The brief moment of tranquility was quickly broken by the ringing of Vodka's cell phone.

Their gazes quickly shifted to vodka.

The latter immediately answered the call.

"Big brother!"

On the other end of the phone, Gin's voice was devoid of emotion, but its icy quality was palpable even through the receiver: "I received the pictures. What's going on?"

"So, Shirley seems to have turned into a child, big brother!" Vodka explained eagerly. "Although I don't know how she did it, she's a scientist after all, maybe—"

"absurd."

Gin coldly interrupted Vodka.

But the next second, his voice came again: "But I think I vaguely recognize this face."

Gin, still sitting in his car, quickly scrolled through his phone screen, reviewing his communication history with Yoshiki Hayashi.

— Coindus has posted many pictures that resemble Shirley but are not quite the same as her to tease him.

In particular, there was a photo of a woman with the same hairstyle and hair color as Sherry, hands on her hips, tongue lolling out, laughing loudly... He posted it several times, and when Gin saw it, he almost wanted to block Cointreau.

However, several of the photos of "Little Shirley" that the other party had sent him, which he considered a joke, were strikingly similar to the verification result image sent by Vodka.

"Found it for you, the alternate Sherry." — Coindus's playful comment from back then now felt like a cold needle piercing Gin's nerves.

Gin was silent for a few seconds, and when he spoke again, the chill in his voice could almost freeze the air: "Vodka, find that brat and take him under control. I'll go and confirm it myself."

"...Brother, are you coming in person?"

Vodka paused for a moment, after all, the other party was still far away in Germany, "and we don't even know where this kid is right now."

"Is Cointreau right next to you right now?"

Vodka glanced at the composed Lin Jiashu and replied, "Yes, brother."

"Turn on speakerphone."

Vodka did as he was told.

Gin's icy voice echoed in the cramped space of the submarine, clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Kundo, this brat... she looks familiar. You seem to have a close relationship with her?"

In an instant, both Vermouth and Amuro Tooru's hearts were in their throats.

Vermouth had even begun to use the corner of her eye to assess the possibility of subduing the others instantly, but she knew that even if she did so, it would be futile and would only expose her more directly.

Under everyone's gaze, Lin Jiashu smiled and frankly admitted, "That's right, she looks very familiar. I remember telling you a long time ago that I think I've discovered 'Mini Sherry'?"

He actually admitted it outright!?

Amuro Tooru's pupils contracted slightly, completely unable to comprehend Hayashi Yoshiki's intentions.

This is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire!

Gin chuckled on the other end of the phone, but the killing intent in his voice was almost tangible, spreading through the airwaves: "...Very well, when I get there, I'll personally 'take a good look' at her, and you—you should know her location, right? The task I gave Vodka."

His tone carried an unmistakable threat: "Jun Du, I hope you won't disappoint me then."

He spoke the last few words very slowly, as if each syllable was imbued with doubt and scrutiny.

Lin Jiashu seemed completely oblivious to the threat in his voice, and replied with a smile, "I'll be waiting anytime, Gin."

The call was unilaterally cut off by Gin, and a busy signal appeared.

Vodka breathed a sigh of relief, put away his phone, and looked at Lin Jiashu with a hint of confusion and even more awe—only Jundu would dare to speak to his older brother like that, and his older brother didn't immediately explode.

Vermouth and Amuro Tooru were both anxious.

What exactly is this guy trying to do? By revealing himself so deliberately, he's pushing both himself and Sherry to the brink of disaster.

Lin Jiashu ignored the various expressions on everyone's faces.

“Alright, that’s the end of the interlude,” he said casually. “Vodka, Gin’s orders are to capture that child. I’ll send you the location, but I hope you can be gentle with her.”

"Ah... okay."

Vodka didn't dare deny his words, but at the same time glanced at the others with some doubt—why were these guys so quiet today? Especially Bourbon, shouldn't he be kicking Cointreau while he's down now that he's being suspected?

Lin Jiashu's composure contrasted sharply with the tense atmosphere on set.

Amuro Tooru took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He knew, of course, that Hayashi Yoshiki hadn't acted unprepared; he probably had his own plan, only that the plan was too audacious and... insane.

All he can do now is cooperate and be prepared for the worst.

Beyond the submarine lies the endless, dark depths of the ocean.

The submarine gradually quieted down.

When Lin Jiashu walked to his seat and sat down, he glanced down at the time on his watch.

"She's probably still out at sea with her friends... She'll probably check into a hotel tonight, and then we can go see her."

“Okay, but what did you mean when you said you had a close relationship with Jun Du?”

"What? If you suspect me and are worried that I'm tipping you off, it's fine to take my phone away right now."

"No, no—"

Seeing that he was actually about to hand him his phone, Vodka quickly waved his hand away.

This is absolutely terrible!