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After hacking away for so long, we found that not a single person was injured.

Killing someone requires skill.

What if I actually kill someone? I'd go to jail!

After both sides rushed over, only Koizumi was left lying miserably on the ground.

His entire body was hacked to pieces, but all the injuries were minor, only affecting the skin and flesh, without damaging the bones or tendons.

"Why are all these hundreds of cuts on me! You can't even aim properly when you're trying to kill someone, yet you're involved in the mafia? Believe me or not, I'll have my dad arrest you all." Koizumi gritted his teeth.

The safety situation in this area is extremely poor. What are the police doing?

Koizumi, his body slashed and bloodied, staggered to his feet.

"I still have so much inheritance to leave me, I absolutely can't die here. Call an ambulance right now!" Koizumi took out his mobile phone, but no matter how he pressed the buttons, he couldn't make a call.

Why is this happening? Is there really such a thing as karma in this world? Did my teacher come to take revenge after I killed someone? No wonder Gangben and Meichuan both committed suicide.

There's definitely something wrong. The two of them wouldn't commit suicide for no reason.

"I'm not like those two weak-willed people. I will never commit suicide. As long as I get through this, I'll go home and be a rich young master again. Who will save me? I'm willing to give him lots and lots of money!" Koizumi screamed.

But the people walking on both sides of the street acted as if they hadn't seen him at all, and hurried away without a single one of them calling the police for him.

"Why is society so indifferent? Can't you see how badly I'm injured? I'm going to make sure the newspapers condemn you." Koizumi struggled to his feet, thankfully only suffering superficial injuries that didn't affect his mobility.

"Phone! Phone! Call Dad quickly and tell him to send someone to rescue me." Koizumi finally found a public phone booth, put a coin in, and dialed his father's number.

"Dad! Where are you? I've just been attacked with a knife! Please call someone to save me!" Koizumi cried into the phone.

But a frail old woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Koizumi-kun, come down and keep your teacher company. I'll give you a proper lesson. Tsuyoshi and Umekawa are already down; we're all waiting for you~ We're all waiting for you~"

Koizumi screamed in fright and quickly hung up the phone.

Is it now certain that I am being haunted by a vengeful ghost?

Think quickly, do you know any masters who can exorcise ghosts?

I will make that old woman's soul fly away.

You were my enemy when I was alive, and you still won't let me go after I'm dead. What grudge do you hold against me? All I did was poison you. Why bother? Humans and ghosts are different, so please stop bothering me.

He was very thirsty, so he took out some change and bought a bottle of Coke from the vending machine. He drank it all in one gulp and then casually threw the bottle on the ground.

Just then, a moving company truck stopped here, and two moving workers got out and started unloading the furniture from the truck.

One of the pieces of furniture was a heavy wooden table.

The two men were strong and healthy, and they shouldn't have had any problem moving such a table. However, one of the workers accidentally stepped on the Coke bottle that Koizumi had casually thrown away earlier. His foot slipped, and the table in his hand flew out at an angle that violated Newtonian mechanics!

It smashed straight at Koizumi's head.

If you get hit by that, your brains will be smashed out.

Just at this critical moment, a soccer ball flew from a distance and slammed onto the table with tremendous force.

The table tilted instantly, missing Koizumi's head but landing on his feet.

"Ahhh! My foot!"

Chapter 140: Too brutal!

A wooden table weighing over 100 pounds came into close contact with Koizumi's foot, resulting in a comminuted fracture, conservatively estimated.

"Aaaaaah!" Koizumi screamed in agony.

I only killed one person, why should I suffer like this!

"Hmph, if I hadn't kicked the table away in time, you would be dead by now." Conan's voice came from the side.

Koizumi saw Conan as if he were her savior, and awkwardly hopped to Conan's side with a limp.

"Little detective, you have to save me! There's a ghost! There's a ghost!" Koizumi was so panicked that he was willing to ask for help even though the other person was just a child.

“Of course I know. I’m trying to save you too, but I have one condition: after that, you must come with me to the police station to turn yourself in,” Conan stated his request.

"No problem. We'll go to the police station now. Quickly find the police to protect me, there's an evil spirit trying to kill me." Koizumi was in a terrible state, covered in blood, limping, dazed, and terrified.

Although Conan doesn't approve of using supernatural methods to solve murder cases, he felt incredibly satisfied seeing the murderer, who was so arrogant this morning, in such a miserable state.

Of course, Conan remained steadfast in his stance.

Human problems should be solved by humans themselves; demons, monsters, and gods should not be involved.

"Okay, come with me now. I'll protect you along the way." Conan patted his chest.

I glanced at the time; it was exactly 3 PM.

In other words, there was only one hour left until Koizumi's suicide, and he had to get him to the police station within an hour so that the police could protect his safety.

Koizumi was limping; he looked utterly miserable.

With someone she could rely on by her side, Koizumi's sanity level improved slightly.

"Little detective, what's wrong with me? Why is the whole world targeting me?" Koizumi said miserably.

"Death wants your life. I'll bet with Death that man can conquer nature. Death wants you dead at midnight, but I, Conan, will keep you alive until dawn."

"Little brother, from now on you are my half-brother." Koizumi cried bitterly, he was so excited.

"You'd better save your breath. If you turn yourself in, you'll be in jail for at least several decades!" Conan sneered.

“Going to jail is better than being out there. As long as I sincerely repent, I will definitely be forgiven, right?” Koizumi seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

Conan remained silent; in the end, this person was still acting in his own self-interest.

"Don't be angry, I'm just trying to uphold the dignity of the law."

The two walked slowly toward the police station, one after the other.

Although the two of them tried to call a taxi along the way, none of the taxi drivers dared to stop when they saw Koizumi covered in blood.

And so, the two walked to the bridge, and it wouldn't be long before they reached the police station.

"I'm a little tired, could I rest here for a bit?" Koizumi asked.

He has countless knife wounds on his body and a comminuted fracture in one leg. It's already quite an achievement that he managed to get this far.

Conan glanced at the time: 3:20.

It will take at most ten more minutes to get to the police station.

“Okay, we’ll rest here for five minutes. We’ll set off in five minutes.” Koizumi reached out and grabbed the railing on the bridge.

As soon as his hand touched the railing, it suddenly broke without warning, and Koizumi fell directly into the river.

Conan was still calculating the time when he turned around—wait, the person was gone!

"Help! I can't swim! Help me!" Koizumi screamed in agony, and Conan sighed helplessly.

You've really had a lot of bad luck. There was no other way but to jump in and save people.

Koizumi felt something underwater pulling at his feet, dragging him down drastically.

In a moment of panic, Koizumi looked down and discovered a ghostly face underwater.

"It's over! I'm doomed!" Koizumi struggled frantically.

Suddenly, a soccer ball flew over and hit him in the face, knocking him unconscious. Conan is still a child, so it's already difficult for him to save people. If Koizumi keeps struggling, it's impossible to save him. So, knock him out first.

After a great deal of effort, Conan finally managed to pull Koizumi up. Koizumi had swallowed a lot of river water, but he was still alive.

After vomiting a lot of water, Koizumi kept coughing.

"A ghost! A ghost! There's a ghost underwater!" Koizumi exclaimed in panic.

But the people around him seemed not to see him at all, and walked past him one after another.

Suddenly, Conan smiled.

"I see, now I understand the Grim Reaper's logic for killing people." Conan said confidently.

“When you were first slashed with a knife, that’s metal in the Five Elements. Then you were hit by wooden furniture, that’s wood in the Five Elements. And now you’ve almost drowned, that’s water in the Five Elements. That means you still have two tribulations left, representing fire and earth respectively. If you can overcome these two tribulations, I believe death will spare you.” Conan was very confident: “What fire-related things do you have on you? Throw them all into the water.”

Koizumi immediately took out his lighter and threw it into the river.

"Will this work?" Koizumi asked.

“Whether it’s useful or not, we’re going to the police station now. Can you still stand up and walk?” Conan asked.

But Koizumi didn't say anything.

Conan curiously looked behind him and found that the person had disappeared sometime earlier.

"Um???"

Just then, a police announcement came over the radio next to us.

"Urgent notice! Urgent notice! An arsonist has escaped from prison and is currently roaming around Beika Town. The police will offer a reward of 200,000 yen to anyone who can provide useful information."

Conan turned pale upon hearing this news.

It turns out that the "fire" in question didn't refer to a lighter, but to someone else entirely.

……

Koizumi was in a daze.

He only felt someone carry him on their shoulders and run at breakneck speed, and then he was taken to a strange place.

"Where am I? Who are you? What do you want?"

Standing in front of Koizumi was a middle-aged thug with a face full of scars.

"Who I am doesn't matter, you'll be very warm in a little while. What I love most is hearing people scream in the flames. I burned eight people to death just to hear that sound, and you'll be the ninth. Hahaha!" The bully laughed.

"Help! Help! I've encountered a pervert!" Koizumi shouted.

"Even if you scream your lungs out, it won't do you any good. No one will come to save you. Just wait to be turned into a roasted rabbit." The bully poured the gasoline he had prepared directly onto Koizumi.

"Wait a minute, hero. I have a lot of money. If you're willing to let me go, I'll give you as much money as you want."

The bully scoffed, "How can money compare to art and happiness?"

As he spoke, he set Koizumi ablaze!

Chapter 141: Koizumi ultimately committed suicide.

Let the flames purify all darkness.

The fire raged, and heart-wrenching screams echoed from within.

The bully laughed heartily, "That's brilliant! I love hearing that sound!"

Just as the bully was enjoying the beautiful music, a soccer ball flew over and hit him squarely in the face.

Although the bully was strong and healthy, he couldn't withstand being hit in the face by a nuclear bomb and immediately lost consciousness.

Conan rushed in with a fire extinguisher and put out the fire.

Koizumi is still alive, but he is living a life worse than death.

He suffered extensive burns all over his body, with only his two eyeballs able to move, and his whole body smelled of roasted meat.

Conan couldn't bear to watch: "You wait here, I'll go call an ambulance right now. Everything will be alright. Remember to turn yourself in."

Koizumi cried.

I really know I was wrong this time.

Teacher, please, please let me go! If you really can't, just give me a quick death! We've been teacher and student for a while, please don't torture me with such cruel methods anymore.

Suddenly, Koizumi, who was almost cooked through, stood up again, as if some inexplicable force was supporting his body.

They walked step by step into the distance.

When Conan returned, the person was already gone.

"Where is he? Where did he go again?" Conan was almost going crazy, but after calming down, he realized something: the Death Note probably could not only set up deaths, but also control people's minds to a certain extent.