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

Eri Kisaki imagined it for a moment and sincerely felt that soaking in an open-air hot spring while snow was falling must be a very comfortable thing.

She paused for a moment, then said with a touch of emotion, "It seems like it's been a long time since I've taken a long trip just to relax. Usually, I'm either working or dealing with various things."

"Then we should enjoy ourselves even more this time. Put your phone on silent and forget all your work troubles for now. Today, there is no queen of the legal world here, only Ms. Eri Kisaki on vacation."

His words carried a reassuring power. Eri Kisaki softly hummed in agreement, actually took out her phone to adjust the settings, then relaxed back in her chair, letting herself immerse herself in this rare moment of leisure.

As the altitude increased, the air became fresher and cooler. At a bend with a wide view, Lin Jiashu slowly reduced his speed.

"Aunt Eri, look over there." He gestured for Eri to look to her right front.

In the distance, the snow-capped, cone-shaped Mount Fuji stands clearly against the azure sky, majestic and sacred. At its foot, the lake shimmers with light, creating a picturesque scene that complements the mountain's beauty.

"I really saw it..."

A look of surprise flashed across Eri's eyes; she genuinely felt a sense of delight.

"So we're really lucky. It's a good omen."

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It was already afternoon when we arrived at the booked hot spring hotel.

The traditional Japanese-style building is located on the mountainside in a quiet environment, where you can hear the faint sounds of streams and birdsong.

As soon as Hayashi Yoshiki parked his car, a woman dressed in a kimono greeted him warmly.

"Welcome. Are you Mr. Lin and Ms. Fei?" the female general asked respectfully.

"Yes, it was pre-ordered."

Lin Jiashu responded with a smile.

After confirming the reservation information left by Xiaolan, the female staff member, with a standard smile on her face, made a "please" gesture:

"Your rooms are ready. Please follow me. It is the 'Moon Viewing Pavilion' in the annex, a very quiet Japanese-style room with a private open-air bath."

The two followed the female general through a winding corridor to a relatively secluded house.

The woman pulled open the exquisite shoji door, revealing a spacious and elegant Japanese-style room.

Low tables and cushions are placed on the tatami mats. From the window, you can see a small, meticulously maintained dry landscape garden, and on the other side is a glass sliding door leading to the open-air hot spring.

The environment is impeccable.

However, both the tatami mats laid out side by side for two people in the center of the room and the pairs of yukatas and towels placed in the washroom clearly point to one fact—there is only one room here.

Eri Kisaki stood at the doorway, her steps suddenly halting.

She then remembered that Xiaolan had won a double ticket, which is usually reserved for a couple, so naturally only one room would be arranged.

Originally, this room was prepared for Xiaolan if she had come along, but now Xiaolan has something to do and can't come.

A fleeting, unnatural expression crossed her face, but her years of cultivated composure prevented her from losing her composure immediately. The female general, seemingly oblivious to this subtle embarrassment, continued to enthusiastically introduce the room facilities, the usage time of the shared hot spring, and the meal arrangements.

After the female general left, only the two of them remained in the room. The air instantly became quiet, carrying a hint of awkwardness.

"I'll go to the front desk and ask to book another room," Lin Jiashu said with a carefree laugh.

“That would be such a waste…” Eri shook her head gently. “If it’s a small tree, it’s fine.”

“Well… Aunt Yingli, you can sleep inside tonight.” Lin Jiashu’s gaze fell on the spacious rest area, which was slightly partitioned by a screen. “I’ll sleep on the side near the door.”

His frank and considerate attitude instantly dispelled most of the embarrassment in Eri's heart.

She looked into Lin Jiashu's sincere and clear eyes, smiled and shook her head: "There's no need to be so cautious. Just treat it normally, Xiaoshu."

"……I see."

Lin Jiashu nodded.

After putting down his luggage and tidying up a bit, Lin Jiashu stretched his shoulders and suggested:

"After sitting in the car for so long, I feel a bit stiff. Aunt Yingli, would you like to go soak in a hot spring to relax? I heard from the introduction that the public hot spring here has a great view and you can see the mountains."

Eri Kisaki did feel a bit tired, so she nodded: "Okay, the public hot springs are divided into men's and women's sections, right?"

"um, yes."

Lin Jiashu picked up the guide map provided by the hotel and checked it. "The men's and women's baths are in different directions, but the entrances are together. Shall we go and take a look?"

"it is good."

The two changed into comfortable yukatas provided in the room and followed the signs toward the hot spring area.

The corridor was quiet and deserted, save for their soft footsteps and the faint sound of flowing water in the distance.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the hot spring, the signs clearly indicated the directions for "Men's Bath" and "Women's Bath".

"Then I'll stay here."

Lin Jiashu smiled and pointed towards the men's bath, "Aunt Yingli, please enjoy yourself. If you need anything, please feel free to call."

"Yeah, you too, just relax."

Eri nodded gracefully and turned to walk towards the entrance of the women's bath.

The men's bath was spacious and quiet, and there seemed to be no other guests at this time.

Following the rules, Lin Jiashu first carefully washed her body clean, and then slowly stepped into the spacious open-air hot spring pool.

The warm spring water instantly enveloped my whole body, dispelling the fatigue of the journey.

He leaned against the rock by the pool, looked up, and saw the sky tinged with the first hues of night and the silhouettes of distant mountains. The air was crisp and clear, with a faint smell of sulfur that was invigorating.

He closed his eyes, savoring the tranquility and comfort.

Just then, the phone in the waterproof basket next to him rang, and the screen displayed Xiaolan's name. Realizing he was alone in the hot spring, Lin Jiashu picked up the phone and selected a video call.

The call was answered almost immediately, and Xiaolan's concerned face appeared on the screen, with the background seemingly a hospital corridor.

"Jiashu-ge, have you arrived at the hotel? Is everything going smoothly?"

Xiao Lan's voice came through.

"Yes, we've arrived. The room is beautiful."

Lin Jiashu held the phone camera a little further away so that she could see herself soaking in the hot spring, as well as the hazy night and mountain scenery behind her. "I'm already enjoying the hot spring."

Wow! It looks so comfortable.

Seeing that he seemed relaxed, Xiaolan smiled with relief, but then looked apologetic, "I'm sorry, Yoshiki-nii, it should have been me with you..."

"It's alright, it was just an accident." Lin Jiashu gently interrupted her, turning the camera back to himself, "How is Uncle doing?"

"The doctor said there's nothing seriously wrong, he just needs to rest regularly. Dad is asleep now."

As Xiaolan reported the situation, her gaze couldn't help but linger on Lin Jiashu through the screen. The misty steam made his black hair slightly damp, and his cheeks were flushed with a faint blush from the heat, making him appear less aloof and more gentle than usual.

Her face flushed slightly, and she asked softly, "Um... how's Mom? Is she alright?"

"Aunt Eri went to the women's bath; she's probably enjoying herself."

"That's good……"

Xiao Lan was relieved.

However, the regret and envy in her tone were still quite obvious.

Seeing this, Lin Jiashu spoke in a slightly coaxing tone:

“It’s not that far from Beika Town. If the road conditions are good, it won’t take more than two hours. Once Uncle recovers, we can set off early on a weekend, go to the hot spring in the morning, and then sneak back in the evening without anyone noticing.”

"Really?"

Xiao Lan's eyes lit up immediately.

"Of course, and the rooms here have private open-air hot springs, which are quieter than here. I think it's quite nice."

"Is it in the room?"

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan seemed to realize something, her cheeks flushed, and she pouted at the screen, "Brother Jiashu must have ill intentions, trying to bully someone..."

When the two of them were in the apartment, Lin Jiashu would occasionally play some videos.

This includes the type of hot spring scene.

Seeing her shy yet adorable appearance, Lin Jiashu didn't say anything, but the hand holding the phone seemed to unconsciously adjust the angle slightly, and the camera moved down a little.

In the rising steam, beneath the water's surface, the well-defined, powerful chest and the faint outline of the abdominal muscles of a mature man are partially revealed by the ripples of the hot spring water, exuding a sensuality that seems to possess a tangible impact.

This fleeting glimpse caught Xiaolan's eye unexpectedly, causing her heart to skip a beat, her cheeks to flush bright red, and even her ears to turn crimson.

She instinctively wanted to look away, but was reluctant, so she lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering rapidly like the wings of a startled butterfly, her voice barely audible: "Jia Shu-ge..."

"It was by accident."

Lin Jiashu, who had taken in her reaction, smiled and turned the camera back to his own smiling face.

However, Xiaolan may still have been affected to some extent.

The two chatted casually for a few more minutes. As the call was about to end, Xiaolan regained some composure and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "Then, Jiashu-ge, remember to bring me a souvenir when you come back!"

"Okay, although I don't know what's here, I'll take a look."

"Then I'll go see if Daddy is awake yet," Xiaolan said reluctantly.

After hanging up the phone and putting it back, Lin Jiashu suddenly remembered that Xiaolan didn't seem to have asked about the room.

Chapter 94: The FBI's Appearance

It was like a meticulously constructed cage.

The room itself was not simple; in fact, it was quite comfortable.

The spacious bedroom has an ensuite bathroom and is decorated in a modern minimalist style. It is fully furnished, and there are even several of the latest technology magazines and a computer that cannot connect to the external network on the desk.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is a meticulously maintained Japanese garden with beautiful scenery, but the windows are made of special bulletproof glass, which can only be opened through a tiny crack for ventilation, and there is a clearly visible invisible electronic fence on the outside.

Naomi Algent sat in a chair by the window, a book on her lap that had been open for a long time but hadn't been turned. She gazed at the graceful red maple tree in the courtyard, but her eyes were somewhat vacant.

I've been here for almost half a month now, brought here by that woman named Vermouth.

She still clearly remembered what Vermouth said when she brought her here that day: "Miss Naomi, what happened on the submarine was just an accident. I know your abilities very well. Improve that cross-age tracking system for us, and you and your father will receive the best treatment."

Naomi, of course, refused without hesitation.

She would never allow her hard work, developed for the sake of world peace, to become a tool in the hands of these criminals.

However, to her great surprise, Vermouth not only did not get angry at the time, but also seemed to have forgotten about her and never appeared again afterward.

There was no torture, no mental anguish, and not even any further lobbying. Apart from the loss of her freedom, her daily life was almost completely unaffected.

Three meals a day were delivered on time by a dedicated person, with exquisite taste; her room was cleaned every day; she could even use the internal network to access some unimportant information to a limited extent.

This preferential treatment only made Naomi feel more uneasy.

They've brought me here, they definitely won't let me go. Are they trying to force me into submission by keeping me under house arrest?

What worries her even more is her father.

The man wearing sunglasses on the submarine had threatened her with her father before, so there was no reason for him not to do anything this time.

But now she can't do anything, and she doesn't know what she can do.

Time slipped away quietly in this idle worry, gradually transitioning into the thick darkness of night.

suddenly!

A screeching sound of tires screeching against the metal slamming against the fence shattered the tranquility of the night.

Naomi was startled and almost instinctively jumped up from her chair, rushing to the window.

Several black vans crashed violently through the seemingly sturdy fence at the entrance to the courtyard. This sudden scene immediately alerted the organization members hidden in the shadows. Just as they peeked out with their guns, several figures quickly emerged from the vans and opened fire, using the doors as cover.

Bullets whistled through the courtyard.

In less than half a minute, several guards in black were killed by bullets.

Naomi, who witnessed this scene from the window, looked terrified and covered her mouth in fright.

Not knowing where this group of people came from, she dared not make a sound, but an intruder who had just killed the last resister looked up and seemed to have inadvertently caught sight of Naomi's presence.

She was a foreign woman with short blonde hair.