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

The three people in the office got to work smoothly.

While Nanatsuki Koshimizu went to the restroom, Tooru Amuro suddenly lowered his voice:

"Do you have any information on your end that's worth noting?"

"No," Lin Jiahui replied crisply. "From what I know, the turmoil caused by Rum's downfall is still ongoing, and Gin is busy purging the rats within his ranks—he just gave me a few names the day before yesterday. Is there any news from the intelligence team?"

“No, there’s been no movement within the intelligence group lately…” Amuro Tooru frowned slightly as he said this. “I was wondering if Vermouth would make any moves after Rum’s death, but she has suddenly disappeared. Perhaps she’s busy protecting herself.”

"Disappeared...?"

"But she's always been good at changing her appearance, who knows?"

The situation within the Black Organization remains unclear, which is giving Amuro Tooru a real headache.

After exchanging a few words, the two tacitly fell silent when Koshimizu Nanatsuki came out.

Amuro Tooru continued to unseal the letters on the table.

"I've found a very interesting letter."

"There is no sender's address, and the postmark indicates that it originated from an overseas transit station."

Amuro Tooru pulled a black envelope from a pile of pink, perfumed fan mail.

The envelope was made of a special material, not the common coated paper, but a specially treated, moisture-proof and wear-resistant hard paper with a delicate frosted texture.

He handed it to Lin Jiashu.

Lin Jiashu took it and unfolded it, revealing a neatly folded letter inside. The handwriting was so neat it was almost rigid, each stroke as if measured with a ruler, exuding a serious and unsmiling air.

[To the screenwriter:]

I really like the character codenamed 'Korn' in the movie.

The scene of fishing under the bridge perfectly illustrates the meaning of patience. Maintaining absolute stillness in the noisy construction environment, waiting for the float to sink, is like waiting for the target to appear behind a scope.

[Especially the final death scene.]

The steel pipe fell, piercing the skull. There was no further struggle, no grotesque screams, only a moment of silence.

[The frozen moment in that frame, the angle at which the steel pipe touched the skull, the arc of the splattering blood, and the frozen expression on the character's face... the composition is perfect.]

That's art.

I took a screenshot of that scene, printed it out, and stuck it above my bed. I'll look at it as I fall asleep.

Thank you for creating such a peaceful death.

[—Your loyal fan.]

"..."

Upon seeing the contents of the letter, Lin Jiashu immediately guessed who had sent it.

Cohen...

Lin Jiashu found it hard to imagine what kind of mental world this guy, who was usually so quiet and reserved that he barely had a presence, was in.

"What, did the letter contain something strange?"

Noticing that Yoshiki Hayashi's expression was a little strange, Tooru Amuro asked curiously.

Lin Jiashu didn't know what to say, so he simply handed the letter to Amuro Tooru.

Then a look of incomprehension and disgust appeared on his face: "Is this guy a pervert? It's one thing to like movie plots, but to actually put screenshots of characters getting their heads blown off on their bedside table?"

"what?"

Koshimizu Nanatsuki curiously leaned closer.

She took the letter from Amuro Tooru, glanced at it, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "...There are all kinds of people in the world. Who in their right mind would sleep with a picture of brains splattering everywhere? Just thinking about it makes me unable to sleep."

There are always all sorts of strange people in the world.

Lin Jiashu put away the letter and placed it in the deepest part of his desk drawer.

He then looked at his watch; the hands pointed to 2:30 PM. So Lin Jiashu got up, walked to the coat rack, took off his coat, and straightened his collar slightly in front of the mirror.

"Is Mr. Lin going out?"

"Yes, it's something personal."

Lin Jiashu even wore a pair of non-prescription glasses, which was rare for him, and turned around with a smile, saying, "I made an appointment with a friend, and I have to go to the appointment now."

"Another date?"

"No, there are more important things above that."

Lin Jiashu picked up his car keys and walked briskly out of the office.

Hearing him say that, Amuro Tooru was a little curious... but looking back at the several boxes of letters in front of him, he shrugged.

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.

3 PM.

Tokyo, Minato Ward.

It was a high-end private general hospital hidden deep in a quiet neighborhood.

This place operates on an extremely strict membership reservation system and is known for its absolute privacy and top-notch medical services, making it the top choice for political figures, celebrities, and entertainment industry personnel.

Lin Jiashu parked his car in the underground garage and took the private elevator directly to the top floor with ease.

"Ding."

The elevator doors opened, revealing a corridor covered with a thick carpet.

The air was filled with a faint lavender scent, completely unlike the cold, sterile smell of a typical hospital.

Pushing open the door to the deepest consultation room, Lin Jiashu immediately saw the woman sitting on the sofa.

She wasn't disguised today; instead, she wore that exquisitely beautiful face that seemed almost unreal—Sharon Vineyard, or rather, Chris Vineyard.

At this moment, Vermouth was wearing a pair of large sunglasses that covered most of her face. Although the beige knitted dress she was wearing was loose, it still couldn't hide her stunning temperament and graceful figure.

Hearing the door open, she took off her sunglasses, her eyes now filled with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

"You've arrived." Her voice still carried that languid and charming tone, but it lacked some of her usual pretense. "Exactly the same time as agreed, great screenwriter."

"I'm used to it, but next time I might try to arrive earlier?"

Lin Jiashu smiled and walked over, sitting down next to her.

He naturally took her hand, which was resting on her knee, and noticed that her hand was cold and even trembling slightly.

"How are you feeling?" Lin Jiashu turned his head to look at her. "Are you still worried?"

"Worry?"

Vermouth chuckled softly, gripping his hand tightly until her fingertips turned white. "How could I not be worried... This is the first time."

Yes, the first time.

— My first formal prenatal checkup.

There are too many unknowns for Vermouth.

As the "Thousand-Faced Witch" of the organization, and as an experimental subject whose body had stopped growing, she once thought that she was destined to live in the shadows for the rest of her life and was destined to be forever separated from the word "mother".

In the past, pregnancy would have been a death sentence under the watchful eye of that old monster, Karasuma Renya. If discovered, she had no idea what terrible future awaited her... Therefore, she dared not undergo any examinations to leave a trace. But now, she had the right to do so openly, yet she was also nervously worried about whether her body would have any negative impact on the fetus.

"Do not worry."

Lin Jiashu slightly reduced the force in his hands.

"Ms. Vineyard, are you ready?"

The female hospital director, wearing a white coat, walked in with a professional yet friendly smile. "We can begin the ultrasound examination now."

"Ah."

Lin Jiashu took Vermouth's hand and stood up with her, accompanying her into the examination room inside.

Lying on the examination bed, Vermouth's body visibly tensed as the cool coupling gel was applied to her slightly protruding abdomen.

Lin Jiashu stood by the bed without saying a word, but simply placed his palm over her tightly clenched fist, conveying warmth.

As the probe moved, a black and white image appeared on the screen next to it.

That is the rhythm of life.

"Look, it's here."

The hospital director pointed to a small dot on the screen and explained with a smile, "The fetus is developing very well, and the heartbeat is very strong. The hands and feet have already begun to differentiate... Look, he's moving."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A steady heartbeat came through the loudspeaker.

The voice echoed in the quiet examination room, and Vermouth stared at the blurry image, her usual composed demeanor completely shattered.

This alluring and seductive woman, at this moment, stared intently at the blurry image like a little girl who had never seen the world before, tears silently streaming down her face.

"He's moving..."

She murmured to herself, her voice choked with emotion, "There really is... a life inside my body."

There was no fear, no experimentation, and no watchful eye from that rotten and greedy monster.

This is a healthy, blessed child who can come into this world openly and honestly.

Lin Jiashu looked at her tears and smiled calmly. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears that had slid down her cheeks with the back of his fingers.

Yes, this is our child.

It is also a testament to this new world.

The two left the hospital after completing several subsequent examinations.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, filtering through the leaves and bathing the two of them.

Vermouth seemed to be in a particularly good mood—an emotion she would never have shown as "Vermouth".

"Do you have any plans for today? How about we go to Ginza together?"

"Let's go then." Lin Jiashu didn't refuse. "Your car or mine?"

"Take mine."

Vermouth handed him her car keys—after becoming pregnant, she stopped driving her previous sports car and switched to a more stable and comfortable sedan.

The two arrived at a high-end shopping mall in Ginza just as the sun was setting.

Lin Jiashu originally thought she would want to go to some luxury boutique, but she never expected that she would take her hand and lead her to a high-end-looking baby products store.

"I want to go there and take a look."

"Now?" Lin Jiashu was somewhat surprised, but she didn't refuse. "Isn't it a bit too early? There's still a long time until the due date."

"It's getting late."

Vermouth shook her head, her eyes gleaming behind her sunglasses. "Every minute is a bonus for this child. I want to buy him the best. Whether it's clothes, toys, or a crib... I want to give him double everything I lacked in the darkness of the past."

She wasn't the kind of doting mother who would spoil her child, but at this moment, the urge to "fill the void" took over.

Upon entering the store, Vermouth showed great interest in the wide array of baby products.

She picked up a pure cotton baby bodysuit, held it up against Lin Jiashu, and smiled, "Tell me, will he look more like you or more like me?"

"We haven't even checked the baby's gender yet. But if it's like you, it'll be a heartthrob, that would be great," Lin Jiashu replied with a smile. "If it's like me—"

"I want to be like you."

Vermouth interrupted him, leaned close to his ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "At least, there will be a smart head that knows how to survive in this world. And... a heart that is ruthless enough."

Is that considered a compliment?

“Of course.” Vermouth put the clothes into the shopping basket, her tone casual and light. “This is the highest praise for the child’s father, and besides, aren’t you subconsciously ignoring your own good looks?”

The two of them strolled between the shelves like a truly loving couple.

Lin Jiashu watched Vermouth carefully selecting a baby bottle and couldn't help but feel speechless.

Who would have thought that the once ruthless Vermouth would now agonize over the choice of material for her baby bottle?

So this is the new world he created.