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

The way he manipulated Yokogawa Naoya to commit suicide and put the blame on Wakamatsu Toshihide was actually quite crude.

But he chose to trust the police officers in Mihua.

Another thing is that the information Gin provided was too detailed.

The information was so detailed that it even stated whether there was a surveillance camera at the door of Wakamatsu Toshihide's rental house.

Just try to avoid similar practices in the future.

It’s fine if one suspect says the deceased committed suicide and he was framed. It’s fine if two or three suspects say the same thing, but it would be strange if more suspects say the same thing.

Of course, there shouldn't be so many people that Hayashi Yoshiki would want to frame with the Death Note...right?

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Time moves backwards

At 1:12 am, a Porsche 365A was driving slowly.

"After the maintenance, Big Brother's car is definitely more comfortable to drive... well, it was already pretty good to begin with."

Vodka expressed his opinion from the driver's seat.

Gin reached out and took out the cigarette lighter from the car and casually lit a cigarette for himself.

The smell of smoke quickly spread in the car.

"Send the new materials to Shirley's laboratory at 2 pm tomorrow."

"it is good."

The organization's research and development of the drug APTX4869 is currently being carried out in Mihua City.

The research and development process will use some materials that cannot be obtained through conventional channels, and these are the materials that Gin is responsible for providing.

"Tomorrow is the deadline that the novelist mentioned, right?"

"Ah, although the deadline given to him was five days, since he said he wanted to finish it in two days..."

Gin chuckled and took out his cell phone.

He is in charge of a group of people and needs to check their reports from time to time.

Now he opened his inbox and read through the messages one by one. One of them caught his attention.

"Mr. Gin, Wakamatsu Toshihide is suspected of excessive self-defense resulting in death and has been taken to the police station for investigation."

"The man who was killed was named Yokogawa Naoya."

Gin narrowed his eyes slightly.

This afternoon, Lin Jiashu sent him a text message asking him to help investigate a medical student named Wakamatsu Toshihide. Although Gin didn't ask what he wanted to do, after sending the information, he still had his subordinates keep an eye on Wakamatsu Toshihide.

And Naoya Yokogawa was one of the two people he asked Hayashi Yoshiki to kill.

"Follow up the investigation."

He edited the text message and sent it out, saying:

"Yokogawa Naoya is dead."

"Huh?" Vodka looked over.

"He was killed in self-defense by a university student named Wakamatsu Toshihide."

"Wakamatsu Toshihide? Who is that?"

"Lin Jiashu asked me to help look up the information of this college student this afternoon."

Gin rolled down the car window and threw the unextinguished cigarette butt out of the window.

Gudong.

Gin's tone was emotionless, but Vodka swallowed.

He was originally thinking that Lin Jiashu was just too lucky, as one of the mission targets was missing for unknown reasons, but he didn't expect that this matter was actually related to him.

...The newcomer that big brother is optimistic about this time is really a bit scary.

Vodka continued to concentrate on driving.

There were few cars on the road in the early morning, so he stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed without hesitation. The shiny old car was driving smoothly and quickly.

But after driving for a while, Vodka suddenly noticed a red car speeding towards him in the rearview mirror.

With his experience as a veteran driver, Vodka judged that the speed was at least 150 yards, and it was still accelerating.

"What's going on? Is this guy a drag racer?"

Vodka snorted.

He tried his best to move the car in the middle lane closer to the middle of the lane, allowing the car to speed past from the side lane.

The red car turned into a red shadow and crossed 365A, turning on the turn signal in front and about to change lanes to the middle.

But there seemed to be an obstacle in front of the lane. Vodka and Gin saw the red car that changed lanes to the left suddenly turned the steering wheel to the right - it was because of this operation that the red car suddenly lost balance, and the body of the car swayed violently like a drunkard.

"slow down."

Gin spoke immediately.

In fact, Vodka had already stepped on the brakes without him saying anything. The two of them just hung on the back of the red car, watching the car in front swing out of control, and then slammed into the guardrail on the right at a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour!

"Big, big brother..."

The speed of the Porsche 356A gradually decreased until it was only a dozen or twenty yards... Vodka's voice was a little hoarse.

"..."

Gin looked at the scene in equal amazement.

There is nothing unusual about a vehicle losing control and crashing into a guardrail, but the red car didn't just hit the guardrail - it hit a steel pipe that was tied horizontally to the guardrail for some reason!

Vodka drove forward carefully.

When they passed the red car that had hit the guardrail, stopped, and started to smoke, they saw that the front end of the steel pipe had directly penetrated the driver's window, and large amounts of blood were splattered on the passenger window.

The driver's head was pierced by a steel pipe.

Gin smelled a familiar scent from this scene. At the same time, the phone in his hand buzzed and he received a text message.

"Mission accomplished."

"Good night."

It's a letter from Lin Jiashu.

Chapter 34: Record-filing

I opened my eyes at 8:37 in the morning.

Lin Jiashu got up and started washing.

After making himself clean and refreshed, he picked up his phone and saw that today was Monday.

No new text messages.

Ever since I sent a message that night to inform Gin that the mission had been completed, there has been no reply.

Lin Jiashu didn't care.

His breakfast today was a cup of coffee and two pieces of toast, and he went out after eating.

There are only two things to do today - go to the Metropolitan Police Department to take a statement and register my detective identity, and go look at the car.

When Lin Jiashu arrived at the door of the Metropolitan Police Department at the appointed time, he met a young policeman head-on.

"You must be Hayashi Yoshiki, Mr. Hayashi, right? I'm Takagi Wataru from the First Investigation Division. Please follow me."

"Okay, Officer Takagi."

Takagi Wataru led Hayashi Yoshiki into the Metropolitan Police Department. The environment inside was unexpectedly bright, and the office of the Investigation Section 1 was a bit like the working environment of white-collar workers in a large company.

"It's very clean. I thought the Investigation Division office would be filthy, with cigarette butts everywhere."

"Mr. Lin, that's a stereotype you've been led to believe by police and gangster movies."

Takagi Wataru said with a smile.

But at this point, he looked around and lowered his voice again: "But I'm telling you secretly, it seems that the Metropolitan Police Department in Osaka is indeed like this."

"Really? I'd really like to see it when I get the chance."

"what?"

Lin Jiashu had heard of it.

Compared with the police in Tokyo, the police in Osaka are undoubtedly much more "wild". Not only are they fierce in tone but they also have a flick of the tongue. When handling cases, they are even more like gang members than gang members themselves.

Takagi Wataru took out a document from his desk, flipped through it, and said:

"Based on the above, Mr. Lin, you will be required to give three statements... One for the Beika TV case, one for the case involving Ms. Okino Yoko, and the last one, the case that occurred at the Minagawa family's home on Valentine's Day."

"Okay, please tell me when the case happened."

Lin Jiashu said with a smile.

If we count by calendar time, the Valentine's Day case occurred on February 2th, making it the earliest case, while the case involving the TV station and Yoko Okino occurred in March.

But after Hayashi Yoshiki said this, the first confession that Takagi Shigeru arranged to record was still the one at the TV station, followed by the suicide case of Okino Yoko's ex-boyfriend, and finally the Valentine's Day case.

He therefore realized that for this world, the time recorded on the calendar was probably meaningless, and only the time people spent subjectively and objectively was real.

I need to find some time to see if Death Note is affected in this regard...

While thinking about these things, Lin Jiashu cooperated with Takagi Shigeru to record the confessions of several cases.

Finally, Gao Mushi put the files together, stood up very politely and extended his hand, saying: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Lin. You have helped us a lot and are still bothering us to come and do this."

"That's fine, but I'd like to register my detective identity while I'm here. Is this also a bother for Officer Takagi?"

"what……"

After listening to what Lin Jiashu said, Takagi Shigeru was stunned for a moment and looked a little embarrassed.

He seemed to be unclear about what this so-called filing was all about. After saying sorry, he hurried away to ask his senior.

He's an honest and polite person...

A moment later, Lin Jiashu saw a capable female police officer coming to the office accompanied by Takagi Shigeru.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, my name is Sato Miwako."

"Officer Sato."

Lin Jiashu shook hands with her.

"Takagi's new and doesn't know much, so I'll take over and follow up." Sato Miwako said as she pulled a file from a drawer and smiled. "You want to file a record with the Metropolitan Police Department regarding your future detective activities?"

"I don't quite understand the details, but Mr. Kogoro Mori recommended that I come to the Metropolitan Police Department to file a report first." Hayashi Yoshiki responded gently.

"Are you talking about the famous sleeping detective, Mouri Kogoro?"

After hearing this, Takagi Shigeru felt a little interested.

Recently, Conan, the big brother behind Kogoro Mouri, has started to exert his strength and has pushed Detective Mouri into the news many times.

"Sleeping Kogoro" began to become famous.

"It's called a filing, but it's really just a record of someone's name being kept with the Metropolitan Police Department," Sato Miwako said with a smile. "Because some detective operations occasionally involve tracking and infiltrating... our police certainly don't encourage such behavior. Furthermore, if the person under investigation reports it to the police, we can't turn a blind eye."

"I see."

Lin Jiashu nodded.

In other words, if the name is recorded, the Metropolitan Police Department will be more lenient with such behavior.

"Also, when encountering a difficult case, the police may seek help from detectives... but such cases are rare. In short, we welcome excellent detectives like Mr. Lin Jia to register with the Metropolitan Police Department."

In this world, detectives and police complement each other.

This can be seen from the fact that Kogoro Mouri can naturally stay at the crime scene and guide the police in the direction of the investigation.

Even at the Osaka Metropolitan Police Department, Hattori Heiji, the son of the Superintendent of Police, is a high school detective who can occasionally mobilize police officers to cooperate with his operations. This shows that the relationship between the police and detectives is still relatively healthy.