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

This time, he targeted one of the organization's cargo ships, seized it under the pretext of a security inspection, and demanded a huge bribe, even threatening to sell cargo information to local rival gangs—money was of course not a problem, but this was not the first time, and what was more troublesome was that the cargo ship contained some internationally prohibited scientific research materials.

"Since you like alcohol so much, then drown in it."

He opened the Death Note in front of him and began to write on a new page.

Juan Carlos

[Time of death: December 24, 11:45 PM.]

[Cause of death: Sudden cardiac death due to long-term alcohol abuse and underlying cardiovascular disease.]

[Circumstances of death: In the 48 hours prior to his death, in order to quickly obtain bribes to pay off gambling debts, he abused his position to sign multiple exemption permits for cargo ships at local ports, including the "Orpheus" cargo ship. He then suffered a sudden heart attack and died while raising a glass to celebrate at a family gathering on Christmas Eve.]

After writing this line, Lin Jiashu gently blew on the still-wet ink.

To outsiders, this was simply an unfortunate accident involving a middle-aged official who was addicted to alcohol and corrupt.

The screen then switched to display a top-secret bidding document regarding rare earth minerals in an Eastern European country.

"Andrei Ivanov...Deputy Minister of Energy."

Lin Jiashu browsed through the private emails captured by the Ark II, "So that's how it is. On the surface, they were talking to us about the acquisition, but in private they wanted to sell the mine to a European military consortium at a high price, and even wanted to swallow the deposit we paid..."

He turned the page and continued writing.

Andrei Ivanov

[Time of death: January 5th, 3 PM.]

Cause of death: Skiing accident.

[Circumstances of death: In the week before his death, under pressure from corruption allegations by political rivals, he urgently sold the mining rights of an abandoned rare earth mine in northern China to the "Carlos Mining Group" in an effort to quickly transfer assets and secure cash flow. He then perished in an avalanche while on vacation in the Alps.]

Lin Jiashu's pen never stopped.

With the second-generation Ark's all-pervasive intelligence-gathering capabilities, he was like a god with an omniscient perspective.

One name after another was written down.

Some were greedy port authorities who controlled key shipping lanes, some were legislators who colluded with their rivals, and others were academic tyrants who possessed cutting-edge technology but refused to cooperate.

Some of these people died in fierce political struggles and were assassinated, some died from sudden onset of hereditary diseases, some died from "stroke" in their mistress's bed, and some died in seemingly unrelated traffic accidents.

The time of death was also scattered by Lin Jiashu, taking advantage of the chaotic time bug in this world, spanning from a few days to several months, and the locations were spread all over the world - even the most astute intelligence analysts in the world could not connect these seemingly isolated accidents.

But behind these seemingly chaotic deaths lies a clear chain of logic—

A new order is being established, and any obstacles that stand in the way of the organization will be ruthlessly crushed.

"Compared to Light Yagami... I should be more like the [God of the New World] now."

Lin Jiashu closed the notebook and put it into the cabinet he had prepared.

Just then.

Ring ring ring!! Ring ring ring—

The phone on the table suddenly rang, breaking the silence of the night.

The shrill ringing instantly pulled Lin Jiashu back to reality.

He glanced at the caller ID—[Inspector Megure].

Lin Jiashu did not answer immediately.

He first adjusted his posture, then cleared his throat. The aloofness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle expression, even with a hint of sleepiness.

"Hello? Inspector Megure?"

Lin Jiashu answered the phone, her voice carrying just the right amount of doubt, "It's so late, what happened?"

"Ah! Brother Lin! I'm so sorry to disturb your rest so late!"

Inspector Megure's anxious and apologetic voice came through the phone, with sirens blaring and a cacophony of voices in the background. "It's really an emergency... We just received a report of a locked-room murder in a luxury apartment building in Beika Town! The victim is a famous novelist, and the scene is extremely complicated..."

"A locked-room murder case?"

Lin Jiashu adjusted his glasses, his tone becoming serious and reliable, "Have the forensic team arrived yet?"

"I've arrived, but... oh dear, this method is too bizarre, we're completely clueless. Brother Mori is too drunk to come, so I had no choice but to swallow my pride and ask you for help!"

Inspector Megure asked earnestly, "Brother Lin, do you have some time now? Could you come over and help me out?"

Lin Jiashu glanced at the cabinet.

Then he turned his head and looked out the window at the peaceful street.

"Of course, the police department."

Lin Jiashu stood up, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Fighting crime is a detective's duty. Please send me the address, I'll be there right away."

"That's great! This is a huge help! The address is..."

hang up the phone.

Lin Jiashu picked up the trench coat hanging on the coat rack and casually draped it over his shoulders.

Just moments ago, he was plotting how to use the Death Note to control political figures in other countries, but now he has to assist the police in solving an ordinary murder case.

This stark contrast, this sense of balance walking on the edge of light and darkness...

"What a...fulfilling life."

He chuckled softly, turned off the light, pushed open the door, and disappeared into the night of Beika Town.

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.

Dr. Agasa's underground laboratory.

Ai Haibara sat in front of the computer, her eyes fixed on the complex double helix structure simulation diagram on the screen, her brows furrowed.

"Still not working?"

A gentle voice came from behind me, accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee being gently placed beside me.

Ai Haibara didn't turn around; she didn't even need to hear the footsteps to know who was coming.

"The problem of drug resistance to the temporary antidote has been largely resolved."

She picked up her coffee and took a sip. The bitter taste cleared her tired mind somewhat. "According to the current data model, the time it takes to maintain the enlarged body size can be extended to 48 hours, and the side effects of continuous use have been reduced to within the safe range. But..."

She sighed, tapped a few times on the keyboard, and the simulated image on the screen instantly collapsed into a jumble of gibberish.

"There has been no substantial progress in finding a permanent cure for APTX4869. Lacking crucial raw data, relying solely on reverse engineering from samples is like wandering aimlessly in a maze without a map."

"I see, the problem lies in the hardware and data."

Lin Jiashu leaned against the lab table, her gaze sweeping over the somewhat cramped basement—although Dr. Agasa was a genius, his personal financial resources were limited after all, and the equipment here was indeed far too shabby compared to the research lab she used when she was still Sherry.

Do you need any help?

Lin Jiashu looked at her, "For example... a more advanced centrifuge? A complete set of biological analysis equipment? Or... a more professional, top-of-the-line, and completely independent private research institute?"

Why are you suddenly bringing this up?

Ai Haibara's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly stopped. She turned her chair around and looked at Yoshiki Hayashi with some surprise.

“Have you forgotten? My research must be conducted discreetly. Establishing a professional research institute… it’s fine if the organization doesn’t have anyone watching, but if they are constantly on the lookout, the procurement channels for equipment and the power consumption alone will alarm them.”

“That would have been true in the past.”

Lin Jiashu smiled slightly and reached out to ruffle her soft hair. "But things are different now, Ai. You don't need to worry about the organization so much anymore."

"……What's the meaning?"

Ai Haibara slapped his hand away, her brows furrowing even more. "Why aren't you worried? Gin is dead?"

"There's no need to delve too deeply into the specific details."

Lin Jiashu did not answer directly, but gently rubbed her head.

Ai Haibara stared at him with some displeasure.

This man was always like this, hiding so much within himself but only showing her the tip of the iceberg. But she also knew that no matter how much she pressed him, if he didn't want to talk, she wouldn't get a single word out of him.

"Fine, don't tell me then."

She gave a soft hum and turned back to face the computer screen, but her tense shoulders visibly relaxed a bit.

But she was still thinking about the meaning of Lin Jiashu's words.

...She can directly invest money to establish a research institute without regard for the organization's existence. Does that mean the organization's attention has shifted away from her? But that doesn't make sense.

Seeing her preoccupied and lost in thought, Lin Jiashu pondered for a moment and decided to let slip a hint: "Conan has already told you about Rum, right?"

"Yes, they told me."

Mentioning this, Ai Haibara's expression became somewhat complicated. She looked at Yoshiki Hayashi with a questioning gaze: "He said Rum died at Gin's hands. This is a bit hard for me to believe... that the organization's number two would die so inexplicably from internal strife."

"This shows that Karasuma Renya's condition is not optimistic, which is why Rum dared to start a rebellion."

"Rebellion?"

"Oh dear, didn't I tell Conan back then?" Lin Jiashu said, smiling with his eyes narrowed as he leaned slightly forward to meet Ai Haibara's gaze. "There's been a huge upheaval within the organization. The power that originally belonged to Rum has been divided up and purged. And I've also managed to get a share of some considerable power in this upheaval. That's why I said I could confidently build you a research lab now."

He spoke casually, but Ai Haibara was terrified.

Profit-sharing rights?

From that behemoth?

She turned around abruptly and stared intently into Lin Jiashu's eyes.

"How...how deeply are you involved?"

Her voice trembled with worry, “That’s the abyss, Jundu. You think you can use them, but in the end you’ll only be swallowed by that huge black vortex. Gin, Rum… none of them are easy to mess with.”

"Don't worry, Ai."

Unexpectedly, her first reaction was to worry about her. Seeing the fear in her eyes, Lin Jiashu couldn't help but reach out and gently cup her cheeks, his fingertips caressing her delicate skin.

“I know what I’m doing. I won’t be devoured; on the contrary… only by mastering these things will I have the ability to protect you.”

Hearing this, Ai Haibara's heart softened.

Although he's a womanizer...

Despite being a scumbag, he never hesitated to give to himself, and he always kept his word.

Looking into his smiling eyes, Ai Haibara wanted to say something, but he suddenly pinched her mouth shut.

"Well--"

The way she was interrupted was somewhat comical.

Even after Hayashi Yoshiki let go, Ai Haibara muttered something angrily, but Hayashi Yoshiki couldn't quite hear her.

half an hour.

Just as Hayashi Yoshiki was about to get up and leave after telling her to keep going, Ai Haibara suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"There's one more question."

She looked up at Lin Jiashu's face and asked, "Are you... interested in the time-reversing, youth-restoring effects of APTX4869?"

This is an extremely dangerous problem.

This is also the most obsessive obsession of Rum, and even Karasuma Renya.

As the drug's developer, Ai Haibara has seen too many people become unrecognizable because of the allure of "immortality"—she wasn't trying to test Yoshiki Hayashi, she just couldn't help asking.

Lin Jiashu was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

“I’m not interested in that.”

He looked directly into Ai Haibara's eyes. "Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the laws of nature. I don't think there's anything good about turning myself into a child again, having to go back to elementary school, and being bothered by those little brats... Just thinking about it gives me a headache."

Ai Haibara couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"That's true. An adult with your perverse sense of humor would definitely not be able to stand that kind of childish life."

She released her grip, her tone returning to its usual haughty self, "Alright, you can go now. Don't disturb my work. As for the research institute... I'll consider making a list for you."

"Okay, but you still need to rest when you need to. We have a date tomorrow."

Lin Jiashu smiled, straightened up, turned around, and walked out of the basement.

My date tomorrow...