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

A soft yet clear piercing sound was heard, accompanied by a collective gasp from the audience.

The steel pipe pierced through Korn's skull with perfect accuracy, penetrating from the top of his head, and the immense kinetic energy sent his body crashing heavily into the mud of the riverbank.

The blood flowed down the steel pipe, but instead of splattering everywhere, it created a cruel yet solemn scene.

"head shot……"

Cohen watched the corpse on the screen with some excitement, and he was still not satisfied even when the film transitioned.

"This is a surprise prepared just for me... I didn't even ask Cointreau to give me a role before. He's actually being so considerate of me..."

"I have to do something for him..."

Has anyone offended him recently?

"You guys go home after the movie is over. I want to watch it a few more times today."

He, who was usually quiet and reserved, suddenly started rambling on and on.

"Huh? Has your brain been blown up?"

Chianti looked at him like he was crazy, and couldn't help but move aside. "That was a character with the same codename as you who got killed! And such a pathetic death, falling to his death from a manhole cover? What are you so excited about?"

"You do not understand."

Cohen ignored her, still staring at the screen, a stiff smile even appearing on his lips. "That's... art."

“Crazy.” Chianti rolled her eyes. “You should have died there in the first place.”

"But then again, brother."

Sitting on the other side, Vodka pushed up his sunglasses, watching the bizarre accidents on the screen. He couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and exclaimed, "The way these accidents are done in the movie looks so familiar. The company executive who died from a shrapnel fragment lodged in his throat artery, and the congressman who was killed by a falling billboard... it's just like this scene in the movie..."

Vodka became increasingly alarmed as he looked at it.

He used to think Cointreau's methods were incredibly sophisticated, but now, watching the analysis on the big screen, he realizes just how deep the water really is.

Damn, is this Jundu really not human?

"What happens in the movie is just an accident."

Gin, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

He was wearing his signature black trench coat, and his black top hat was pulled low, obscuring half of his face.

Gin stared at the screen with an unexpectedly serious, even focused, expression.

"To make the techniques of murder public, even package them as entertainment products, and let everyone guess in fear whether it was an accident or murder..."

Gin snorted coldly, a cruel yet admiring smile curving his lips. "This guy, Jundo, is probably more suited to be a director than a detective. This kind of twisted sense of humor is as disgusting as ever... but also quite memorable."

Hey! You in the back! Can you please keep your voice down?!

Just then, a couple sitting in the front row finally couldn't stand it anymore and turned around.

They had been holding back since the beginning, talking non-stop while watching the movie. Now, seeing this row of people dressed strangely, wearing sunglasses and hats, they thought they were some kind of chuunibyou cosplayers or gangsters.

"Just watch the movie, what are you whispering about!"

The air in the theater seemed to freeze, the temperature seemed to drop dozens of degrees instantly, and even the sound of the projector seemed to become shrill.

"B-Big Brother..." Vodka broke out in a cold sweat, just about to stand up and take action, "I'll handle it..."

"sit down."

Gin said calmly, "From now on, shut up and watch the movie quietly."

He actually listened to that.

For the rest of the time, the guys from the distillery sat quietly in their seats, only occasionally letting out a few suppressed laughs or gasps when a dramatic death scene appeared on the screen.

Gin watched very intently.

He was thinking.

The techniques used in the film, which seem to rely entirely on luck and coincidence, are actually, in his view, a kind of ultimate control over the environment and psychology.

Jundu... this guy's way of thinking is indeed different from ordinary people.

He didn't seek simple physical annihilation, but rather reveled in the thrill of controlling fate and toying with life and death. This perverse desire for control was unique even within the organization.

Before we knew it, the movie was coming to an end.

As the eerie melody of the end credits played, the subtitles slowly scrolled on.

The lights came on.

"Let's go."

Gin stood up, straightened his collar, and turned to walk towards the exit.

Vodka, Chianti, and Tequila also got up and followed suit.

Only Cohen remained seated, the man wrapped in bandages now exuding an almost pious solemnity.

"Hey, Cohen, aren't you leaving?" Chianti called out as she turned around.

"You guys go first."

Cohen didn't turn around, staring at the still-scrolling credits. "I'm going to buy tickets. I want to see all the remaining shows tonight."

"...They're really crazy."

Chianti cursed and ignored him, following Gin out of the theater.

……

The night breeze outside the cinema carried a slight chill.

Gin stood in the shadows under the streetlight and lit a cigarette.

The red sparks flickered in the darkness.

"Om-"

The phone in my arms vibrated.

He took out his phone.

How do you feel about it? Does my work meet your standards?

Gin stared at the message and typed a few times on the keyboard without any expression.

[Not bad. It's just that some techniques are too cumbersome; if it were me, a single bullet would be more efficient.]

After posting this, he added another sentence.

However, as a pastime, it's barely acceptable.

the other side.

Lin Jiashu looked at the reply on his phone and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Efficiency, huh? That's typical of Gin."

He shook his head and put his phone away.

After taking over all of Karasuma Renya's information, he discovered that Gin, whom everyone regarded as a cold-blooded machine, actually had a hobby of watching movies—and his interests were extremely broad, ranging from Hollywood blockbusters to art films, and even some obscure independent films.

This was perhaps the only way he could find a moment of peace in that high-pressure, bloody life.

Chapter 130: I'll be waiting for you to give me a proper explanation!

"The Ceiling of Thrillers! Detective Yoshiki Hayashi's Screenwriting Debut Ignites Box Office Success!"

This is more than just a movie; it's a prophecy of 'accidental' deaths in modern society!

"After reading this, I'm afraid to shower, afraid to cross the street, and even afraid to drink water... What did Yoshiki Hayashi go through to write a script like this?"

The afternoon sun shone lazily through the gaps in the blinds, casting its light on the desks in the Kindaichi Detective Agency.

Lin Jiashu leaned back on the sofa, his slender fingers gently swiping across his phone screen, browsing the heated discussions about "Final Destination" on Twitter and various forums.

The response was more enthusiastic than expected.

Perhaps it's the advantage that comes with being a detective?

He chuckled softly, picked up the black tea beside him, and took a sip.

Without the FBI's interference and without Gin's occasional tasks, the joy of being completely in control of one's own life made the air feel exceptionally fresh during this period.

He is almost no longer bound by anything.

Just as Lin Jiashu was enjoying this tranquility,

"Ring ring—"

With a crisp ring of the wind chimes at the door, a scent mixed with the fragrance of roses instantly filled the office.

Lin Jiashu looked up, put away his phone, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Good afternoon, Miss Hongzi." He looked at the rare guest who walked straight in. "What brings you here all of a sudden?"

Standing at the door was Koizumi Akako.

She wasn't wearing her Ekoda High School uniform today, but rather a casual outfit that exuded youthful charm. Her delicate face seemed to be sparkling.

"Hmph, I just happened to be passing by and thought I'd drop by to see some ungrateful man."

Koizumi Akako did not consider herself an outsider.

She gracefully walked to the sofa opposite Lin Jiashu and sat down, crossing her long legs, her wine-red eyes fixed on Lin Jiashu.

"I saw your reviews online were really good. I've seen the movie, and it's quite interesting..."

She slightly raised her chin, her tone carrying a hint of arrogant confidence, "However, my magic mirror tells me that although you seem to be doing very well lately, the emptiness deep inside you is growing larger and larger. How about it? Did you feel it after seeing me? It's a void that only I, as the rightful heir to the Red Magic, can fill."

She said she was just passing by, but actually she was just bored and had her fortune told. She was coaxed by the magic mirror and came here excitedly to see if Lin Jiashu would give in.

“Those mediocre mortals simply cannot comprehend the chilling darkness within your soul, only I—oh ho ho ho!”

"Miss Akako is always so confident."

Lin Jiashu put down his phone. "But I think my current situation is pretty good, and I don't feel empty at all."

"Stubborn to the end."

Koizumi Akako gave a soft hum, leaning forward and bringing her delicate, pretty face close to Hayashi Yoshiki's, exuding a kind of aggressive beauty. "However, you do look a little different this time, radiating a dark aura..."

Are you that perceptive?

Lin Jiashu was slightly surprised, but was about to say something.

"Ring ring—"

The wind chimes rang again, interrupting Koizumi Akako's seemingly ever-growing interest in seeing the approaching beauty on Hayashi Yoshiki's face.

"Brother Jiashu! Sorry I'm late? There was a bit of traffic on my way here..."

Accompanied by a crisp, pleasant sound, Ran Mouri walked in carrying an exquisite insulated box.

She wore a light-colored knitted long dress with a beige trench coat over it, her long hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. She looked gentle and homely, like a warm ray of sunshine that heals the soul.

However, when she changed her shoes and looked up, she saw Koizumi Akako sitting on the sofa, looking alluring and gazing "affectionately" at Hayashi Yoshiki, and her gentle smile instantly froze on her face.

The air froze completely in that instant.

"Ah, it's you..."

Xiaolan recognized the other person.

Previously, when Phantom Thief Kid was about to steal the Suzuki family's treasure, Yoshiki Hayashi and Kogoro Mouri were being entertained on the rooftop of a Suzuki family building, Akako Koizumi also appeared.

At the time, Koizumi Akako even performed a fortune telling. Although the atmosphere among the girls wasn't exactly intimate, it was certainly friendly.

"I remember you too."

Koizumi Akako turned her head and her gaze fell on Ran.

In her eyes, this girl was just an ordinary person, who exuded a pure and gentle aura, but there was nothing to care about.

"Ran Mouri, right?" Akako raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Koizumi... classmate?"