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

The room was quiet, with only the soft scratching of a pen on paper and the constantly changing light and shadow of the data stream on the computer screen.

[Okikawa Osamu, the head of Rum's Southeast Asian money laundering network.]

[At 15:00 PM today, after compiling all account keys and overseas asset transfer documents, he sent them to the designated encrypted email address (**********). He subsequently died of a sudden myocardial infarction in his private villa in Bangkok.]

Klaus Weber, the undercover contact in the European arms smuggling network.

At 9:30 AM Berlin time, he uploaded the handover codes and inventory lists for the latest batch of goods to the cloud server and shared access. He then drove off an overpass due to brake failure and died at the scene.

……

Lin Jiashu's expression was focused and calm, like a king reviewing official documents or an artist composing a musical piece.

Each line of writing represents a piece of the puzzle of this vast dark empire being forcibly removed and then reassembled into its territory.

Rum is dead, but the vast power and wealth he built up over decades did not disappear.

The safe houses, offshore accounts, smuggling channels, and networks of connections that have infiltrated the political and business circles of various countries... these are all part of Rum's legacy.

These things would have remained unsolved mysteries after Rum's death, or been devoured by the wolves below. But under the power of the Death Note, these "butlers" who held the key became Yoshiki Hayashi's most loyal movers in their final moments.

"Ding."

A green notification popped up on the computer screen: [Funds transferred successfully; money laundering link broken.]

Lin Jiashu put down his pen, looked at the long string of numbers on the screen, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Thanks for your hard work."

He whispered to himself, closed the black notebook, and locked it in the hidden compartment at the bottom of his desk.

By this point, Rum's core assets had been gathered by him through various covert means, with the remaining 30% either too scattered to be of any concern or had already been physically destroyed by Gin's sharp blade.

He stood up, stretched, and walked to the French windows.

Overlooking Beika Town from here, the streets are bustling with traffic, and people are still living their ordinary but busy lives, completely unaware of the earth-shattering power shift that has taken place in the shadows of this city in just a few days.

knock knock

There was a knock on the door.

After Hayashi Yoshiki said "Please come in," the study door was pushed open a crack, and Ai Haibara walked in carrying a tray with two steaming cups of black tea and a plate of freshly baked cookies on it.

"Take a break."

She placed the tray on the coffee table. "You've been in there all afternoon. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were writing some kind of timeless masterpiece."

"More or less, I'm working on the details of my new work."

Lin Jiashu turned around, his face beaming with a smile that was so bright it was almost dazzling. "You know, inspiration is fleeting."

Ai Haibara pursed her lips, clearly unconvinced by this reason.

She sat on the sofa, picked up her black tea, took a sip, and looked at Lin Jiashu with a complicated expression.

In the past few days, she has keenly noticed the changes in the atmosphere around her.

The oppressive feeling of the organization that constantly loomed over her, making it hard to breathe, seemed to have dissipated considerably overnight. Although she didn't know exactly what had happened, her intuition told her that it was inextricably linked to the man in front of her.

“The news lately… is quite noisy,” she said meaningfully, “with plane crashes and explosions.”

"Yes, the world is not peaceful."

Lin Jiashu picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth, the crisp texture melting on his tongue. "However, the storm will eventually pass. The next few days should be quiet for a long time."

Ai Haibara looked at his determined eyes, and her heart stirred slightly.

"Is it quiet...?"

"Mm." Lin Jiashu sat down next to her, reached out and ruffled her brown hair in a friendly and natural way. "At least in Beika Town, it will be very quiet around you."

Ai Haibara didn't dodge, but lowered her eyes to hide the fleeting sense of relief in them.

"Speaking of which, is that script you mentioned before going to be released soon?"

"……Um?"

Lin Jiashu was taken aback for a moment before realizing that she was referring to "Final Destination".

Seeing his expression, Ai Haibara immediately understood and muttered to herself, "How could someone completely forget something so important..."

"It's not that I forgot, it's just that I didn't expect it to happen so quickly."

Lin Jiashu laughed.

The organization's power has been transferred, but Karasuma Renya is not dead, the organization is not destroyed, and Conan has not turned back into Shinichi Kudo... This also means that time in this world continues to be disordered, which seems to be a good thing for Hayashi Yoshiki.

This means he will have more time.

Moreover, if this could continue indefinitely, in a sense, he might have achieved... immortality.

Chapter 128: FBI Evacuation and the Upcoming Movie Release

A few days later in Tokyo, the continuous rain finally stopped.

Although the black smoke from the chemical plant ruins has dissipated, for some people, the gloom in their hearts has only just begun to settle.

In the study

Lin Jiashu closed the Death Note in his hand and erased the names he had just crossed out from his mind.

"Om-"

The phone on the corner of the table vibrated.

A familiar number was flashing on the screen.

Lin Jiashu got up and went to the balcony to answer the phone.

"it's me."

His voice was deep and gentle, with a reassuring magnetic quality.

There was only heavy breathing on the other end of the phone. After several seconds, Judy Starling's extremely tired voice came through.

"Mr. Lin... I've reconnected with my companions."

"How is the situation?" Lin Jiashu asked with concern. "Did they believe you?"

"Oh……"

Judy let out a bitter laugh filled with self-mockery and sorrow. "The facts are right in front of them, they have no choice but to believe it—after all, the reason he made up for my disappearance can be debunked if I just stand up. And he died at the crash site, plus the evidence I provided..."

You sound very tired.

"Yes……"

Judy took a deep breath, her voice hoarse. "Everyone's emotionally devastated. Shuichi's gone, and Carmel... he also... was betrayed by that bastard James and sacrificed himself in the previous operation. Now even James, as the commander, is a traitor... The FBI's operation in Japan this time has been a complete joke."

Lin Jiashu remained silent for a moment, giving her time to process it, before gently comforting her, "This isn't your fault, Judy. Anyone could lose their way in the face of such a vast and dark organization. At least you survived, and you brought the truth back."

"the truth……"

Judy gritted her teeth, her voice filled with hatred. "Yes, I'm going to bring the truth back. James may be dead, but the shady dealings behind his scenes, the profits he gained by betraying his comrades... I will never let this go!"

"You've seen the reports about James' death, haven't you?" Lin Jiashu reminded him. "The official conclusion is that he suffered a sudden heart attack. It seems the US side also wants to quell the matter."

"They're trying to save face for the FBI," Judy said coldly. "I reported the truth back days ago, but the scandal of a senior investigator being an informant for a transnational crime syndicate would shake the entire department if it were exposed. So they'd rather portray him as a 'tourist' who died in the line of duty or in an accident."

"This might be a good thing for you."

Lin Jiashu leaned against the railing, looking down at the bustling street below, a cold light flashing in her eyes, but her tone remained gentle, "At least you can evacuate safely now."

"Yes... the order to retreat has been given from above."

Judy's voice lowered. "The remaining agents have lost their fighting spirit, and we've lost the legality and resources to continue operations in Japan. In about two days, we'll be withdrawing to the United States in batches."

Is that all?

"No, this is only temporary."

Judy's voice hardened again, "Mr. Lin, thank you. Thank you so much. You saved my life, and you made me see all of this clearly. Without you, I might still be in the dark, or even die an unexplained death like Carmel."

"I just did what I was supposed to do," Lin Jiashu said with a smile. "After all, I'm also pursuing the truth about that organization."

"When I get back, I will request an internal review. It will be difficult, but I am determined to seek justice for Camel, for Shuichi...

Judy paused, her tone becoming somewhat reluctant, "Mr. Lin, you must be careful in Japan. That organization is still huge, and without James as an inside man, they might become even more insane."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Lin Jiashu could barely suppress a smile. "Since you're leaving, I wish you a safe journey. I hope the next time we meet, it will be under the sun."

"I definitely will. Take care."

The phone hangs up.

As Lin Jiashu watched his phone screen gradually dim, the smile on his lips finally became undisguised, turning into a mocking grin.

ended.

The show, titled "FBI Hunt," has finally come to a close.

Shuichi Akai is dead, Carmel is dead, and James, the double agent, was disposed of like trash after he had used him to his full potential.

Now, Judy Starling, filled with hatred and gratitude towards him, slunk back to the United States.

She would never know that although James was indeed the mole, he was responsible for most of the actions that led to Carmel's death and the collapse of the FBI.

Given Judy's experience and this incident, if the FBI sends people again next time, she might lead the team... Even if she doesn't lead the team, at least she'll be part of the group.

That's enough.

"What a perfect ending."

He put away his phone and turned around, looking pleased with himself.

Ai Haibara was already standing by the sliding door of the balcony.

She stood there dressed in cute clothes, looking like a porcelain doll, her icy blue eyes gazing quietly at him.

"That FBI female agent?" she asked casually.

"Hmm." Lin Jiashu walked over and naturally took her hand. "She's going back to America."

"Back to America?" Ai Haibara raised an eyebrow. "Just like that, slinking back in disgrace?"

"Too many people have died, the leader is dead, and there's a traitor within our ranks, so of course we have to leave." Lin Jiashu said without any emotion. "If we stay any longer, even the last few of us will probably perish here."

Ai Haibara looked at Yoshiki Hayashi's relaxed expression, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly said, "You look very happy."

"Of course I'm happy."

Lin Jiashu lowered his head, bringing his face close to hers, his warm breath brushing against her ear, "Because sometimes the FBI can be a hassle for me."

Ai Haibara, feeling an itch in her ear, couldn't help but shrink her neck, then slowly relaxed.

She lowered her eyes and muttered, "I have no idea what you've been doing so mysteriously lately."

"Don't worry, it's been peaceful all along, hasn't it?"

"I'm afraid this might just be the calm before the storm."

Even in a storm...

Lin Jiashu embraced her, his gaze passing over her shoulder to look out the window at the sky that now completely belonged to him, his eyes deep and confident.

"I will also be the one who controls the storm."

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Half a month has passed since that plane crash that shocked the world.

Just as a boulder thrown into a lake will eventually sink to the bottom, the ripples it creates will gradually subside over time.

The city of Mihana has an amazing ability to heal itself. The ruins and black smoke that once dominated all the headlines have now been replaced by entertainment gossip, newly opened trendy dessert shops, and more murder cases.

People began to forget and resume their busy, ordinary lives.

Mihana Municipal Building, Toho Cinema.

Today marks the grand premiere of the film adaptation of the screenplay of the famous mystery novelist and screenwriter Yoshiki Hayashi, titled "Final Destination."

The cinema lobby was packed with people, and a huge promotional poster hung in the most conspicuous position. The poster's design was visually striking—against a black background, a series of seemingly coincidental yet deadly everyday objects: a broken wire, a loose screw, a leaky teacup... and in the shadows cast by these objects, the silhouette of a skull holding a scythe vaguely emerged.