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

Rena Mizunashi could only remain silent and wait for the unknown developments to unfold.

Until a suppressed chuckle was heard.

A faint, barely suppressed laugh.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was Lin Jiashu who was laughing.

He seemed to be trying his best to hold back, his shoulders twitching slightly, but the laughter grew clearer and clearer. Finally, as if he had completely given up, he burst out laughing, even pressing his arm against his stomach and leaning his body slightly to the side.

Gin frowned, his eyes becoming even sharper.

Vermouth glanced at him, her tone enigmatic: "What's so funny?"

"I'm sorry—that was very rude of me."

While laughing, Lin Jiashu reached into his suit pocket and, under the watchful eyes of Gin, Vermouth, Gil, and Vodka who stopped and looked back in astonishment, took out a notebook and a fountain pen.

He opened his notebook, and the tip of his pen began to write on the pages.

"I wanted to hold back until the end, but I just couldn't help it... Seriously, my stomach started to cramp from laughing so much."

Gin's face darkened.

Jundu's mocking and ridiculing attitude made him think twice.

If that kid wasn't Sherry, but rather someone Jundo deliberately dressed up as Sherry out of a desire to tease him, then his hurried arrival from Germany and his serious demeanor in front of everyone truly made him look like a clown being completely fooled!

Just like the time before when he was fooled by the back view of that stupid heiress from the Suzuki Group, annoyance surged in his heart.

His gaze was sharp as a knife as he abruptly turned to Naomi Algent, who was slumped on the ground still sobbing. His voice was icy cold: "Vodka, where did you get that so-called photo of Sherry?"

Vodka shuddered at the sudden burst of coldness emanating from Gin and quickly replied, "The USB drive was found in the necklace this woman was wearing, bro!"

Gin narrowed his eyes.

--why?

So why would this woman have the same cross-age identification result as Sherry? It's practically evidence delivered right to his doorstep, so easily that it's suspicious.

To call it a mere coincidence would be absurd.

Rena Mizunashi, who was standing to the side, seemed to realize Gin's suspicion from his gaze and asked Naomi, "Hey, why did you use that little girl's photo for system testing?"

"...I don't know what you're talking about."

Naomi, who was especially terrified by Gin's gaze, gritted her teeth and replied.

At that moment, she remembered Vermouth's whisper: "Just say you knew nothing about the test photos in your necklace." — Although she didn't understand why, perhaps she could save the child who looked so much like Shiho!

Vermouth walked to the computer, fiddled with it for a few moments, and brought up the "Cross-Age Recognition_Test" folder she had found on the USB drive earlier. She opened the image file inside: "This is it. Why did you use this photo for the test?"

"I have no idea!"

Naomi shook her head violently, "I... I had no idea there was this on the USB drive! All my test data is stored on the computer, there shouldn't be anything like this on the USB drive!"

She vehemently denied it and even became somewhat agitated.

"Hey! You better tell us the truth, woman!"

Vodka, however, was in a bind and immediately threatened her, shouting, "If that's really the case, then wouldn't I be the one who sent the picture to my brother?"

Gin seemed to have grown even colder.

It's undeniable that the woman might be lying, but his first thought was Binga—that guy had been lurking in the Pacific buoy facility for the mission, and had countless opportunities to come into contact with the woman and steal her USB drive. It would be easy for him to secretly save this carefully forged picture into it.

As for the motive...

Besides his constant desire to dethrone him and take his place, that guy also harbored hostility towards Cointreau—especially now that Rum clearly intended to recruit him, Cointreau's departure would inevitably threaten his position in Rum's heart.

If he could make himself suspicious of Jundu, or even use him to get rid of Jundu, it would indeed be a two-birds-with-one-stone strategy for that guy.

This logical chain is far more plausible than the story of "a developer coincidentally finding traces of the rogue scientist Shirley and being intercepted by the organization."

His gaze turned to Lin Jiashu again.

The annoying guy seemed to have finally laughed enough. After wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, a lingering, infuriating smile remained on his lips. He even leisurely waved the open notebook and pen in his hand, as if he had just written down something extremely interesting.

Realizing he might have been tricked again, Gin exuded a palpable killing intent that seemed to choke the air itself.

Vodka and Rena Mizunashi instinctively took a half step back, and even Vermouth frowned slightly.

"Binga...?"

Gin was almost laughing in anger, especially with Yoshiki Hayashi's spectator-like attitude, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire in his heart.

"I really want to see the science... or magic that turns adults into children?" Lin Jiashu closed his notebook. "If I were to write something like this into my new work, I'd probably get criticized for not having basic logic as a mystery novel."

Such sarcasm completely killed Gin's interest in even glancing at that brat.

He suppressed his anger and glanced at Lin Jiashu: "Don't be too happy, Jundu. The suspicion against Rum hasn't been cleared from you yet."

"Rum?" Rena Mizunashi asked in surprise. "I heard he was attacked by a rival organization. Could this be related to Cointreau?"

"You never know."

Lin Jiashu smiled as she answered her question, "But I'm not the type to defend myself, so is it really me?"

"..."

The vodka next to him wiped away non-existent sweat.

Cointreau is such a jerk.

Compared to Belmod's mysticism, he was simply a person who made fun of everyone else as if they were fools.

Only the eldest brother could tolerate this...

He glanced cautiously at Gin, only to be met with a glare from the other:

"Use the system that Binga sent earlier to search for Sherry again."

Vodka didn't dare to delay and immediately got to work.

Naomi Algent, slumped on the ground, stared nervously at the screen. She had no idea what the system would be used for after it was taken over by the organization, nor what the consequences of the search results would be.

Under the spotlight, the progress bar of the cross-age tracking system moved rapidly, and soon, the search results interface popped up—

On the screen, a map of Japan is marked with multiple dots, each dot corresponding to a captured screenshot of a human face.

However, what is astonishing is that these faces, which were judged by the system to be "identical", all bear an uncanny resemblance to Shiho Miyano, but they are distributed across completely different age groups and genders!

There were young female college students with the same hairstyle and wearing glasses shopping at a convenience store; there were housewives who looked to be in their thirties and had a gentle demeanor walking with their children in the park; and there were also white-collar workers in office attire carrying coffee on the street.

"This……"

Vodka was dumbfounded. He stared at the seven or eight Sherrys of different ages scattered across Japan on the screen, completely unable to process what was happening.

Gin stared at the absurd farce of "Sherry everywhere" on the screen, his face beyond ugly. He had spent time and energy, even coming all the way from Germany, just to confirm the results of such a flawed and worthless system.

Chapter 85: Let's Do It!

"Is the result just a worthless, useless system?"

Looking at the absurd result on the screen, Gin's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but let out a disgusted snort.

He has absolutely no interest in this thing anymore!

Vermouth's gaze involuntarily fell on the still composed Lin Jiashu, wondering if he had made some arrangements.

But when did he arrange all this?

She stayed with him almost the entire time, and he clearly had no chance to pass on any instructions! Unless... he had already laid this plan beforehand, when no one was paying attention? Had he bribed someone to disguise themselves?

As for Naomi Algent's people, they were dumbfounded.

As a developer, she couldn't understand why this was the result... and in her previous tests, this had never happened before.

But of course, she wouldn't be foolish enough to stand up and say it was impossible—if the system she developed could make them lose interest so easily, that would certainly be a good thing.

"Then this woman is completely useless!"

Vodka shouted in a booming voice.

"So what's next?"

Lin Jiashu looked at Gin and asked in a subtly flippant tone, "You've been provoked to this extent, Gin."

Gin's patience had clearly run out.

He no longer cared whether the imprisoned brat was actually Sherry—with the results of this garbage system supporting it, any conclusion seemed ridiculous.

But his murderous intent needed a new outlet.

“Binga…”

He muttered the code name under his breath, his eyes gleaming with a chilling light.

He whirled around, the hem of his black trench coat tracing a sharp arc, no longer watching the farce on the screen: "Where is that guy now?"

"They're probably still in that facility."

Vermouth crossed her arms and looked at Gin, whose face was icy cold, and laughed, "What, that's Rum's trusted right-hand man."

"That's why he's always been reaching too far."

Gin's tone was chilling.

His dark green eyes looked at Hayashi Yoshiki, and he sneered, "Perfect, you must be itching to do something too, Jundu."

Lin Jiashu smiled without saying a word.

“Vodka, contact Binga.” Gin looked at Vodka and grinned menacingly. “Tell him I have an ‘urgent mission’ to give him in person.”

"...And what about this woman?"

Rena Mizunashi's gaze fell on Naomi Algent, who was standing to the side.

"Get rid of those who have no use for us."

Gin's cold words filled the woman slumped on the ground with unease.

Rena Mizunashi also felt a chill in her heart.

Knowing of the organization's existence and having overheard so many secrets... Gin certainly couldn't let them go.

But to let such an innocent person with ability and dreams die like this—

"Wait a minute," Vermouth said at this moment.

Gin paused, turned back to look at her with extreme impatience, his eyes seeming to say, "You'd better have a good reason."

Vermouth pointed to the "Sherry" figures on the screen and chuckled leisurely, "While the system's accuracy is debatable, finding so many similar individuals is a kind of success in itself. Killing the developer would be a waste; why not hand her over to me? Perhaps I can develop something more useful."

Gin stared at her, seemingly weighing his options. Finally, he gave a cold snort: "Suit yourself."

As for that kid who looks like Shirley, he didn't mention him at all.

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.

Tokyo Shibuya

As the streetlights and neon lights of the night awaken the entire street, a woman in a well-fitting office lady suit with short, chestnut-brown wavy hair briskly enters an inconspicuous café nestled among the skyscrapers.

She walked straight to an inconspicuous spot in the corner.

"Nice to meet you."

She sat down with an overly familiar, flippant smile.

"Nice to meet you, please accept this message."

Shimizu Reiko smiled slightly, picked up an inconspicuous black briefcase from under the table, placed it on the table, and pushed it over. "Miyano Shiho" skillfully opened the clasp, revealing neatly stacked US dollars inside the briefcase.

Her slender fingers quickly counted the amount, and after confirming that everything was correct, she closed the box with satisfaction.

“Five hundred thousand US dollars, just to invite me to Japan for a vacation, take a few photos, and show my face at a few specific locations…” She picked up a stack of banknotes, kissed it with great flair, and revealed a seductive and greedy smile that was completely different from her cool and aloof demeanor. “Your boss is really both charming and generous.”

Shimizu Reiko watched the other person's practiced money-counting movements and the instant change in demeanor, and chuckled, covering her mouth: "Why not use a bank card transfer?"

"I only trust cash."

As she spoke, she reached down to her chin and deftly lifted it, revealing a stunningly beautiful face beneath—none other than the famous Fujiko Mine.

Looking at the incredible disguise, Shimizu Reiko leaned forward slightly, lowered her voice, and asked with a hint of admiration, "As expected of that phantom thief, that move is truly amazing! May I learn this from you?"