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

"Yeah, it's okay, you're just a little tired."

Lin Jiashu smiled gently with his eyes narrowed.

Losing all her memories and not even recognizing herself was enough to make her feel confused and helpless. At this time, the anxiety of others would only bring her greater pressure.

"Don't worry, everyone in the ward cares about you, Xiaolan. So even if you can't remember everyone for the time being, it doesn't matter. No one will blame you."

Lin Jiashu said as he stood up.

He gestured to Kogoro Mori and then walked out the door.

Seeing this, Kisaki Eri looked at Suzuki Sonoko who was standing nearby wiping her tears and said, "Sonoko... could you please look after Xiaolan for me?"

"Ok"

The girl wiped her red eyes and nodded.

Conan followed Megure and the others out.

"Xiaolan's condition may be retrograde amnesia, a type of memory impairment caused by trauma or major mental stress that results in an inability to recall pre-injury memories."

"...No, Ashura, do you know anything about this?"

"Xiaoshu has been studying psychology for his own reasons."

After Kisaki Eri walked out of the ward, she couldn't help but shed tears.

"The good news is that Xiaolan's common sense hasn't been affected at all. She should have no problem returning to normal life after recuperation."

"Is that so?"

"But it's best to do a more detailed examination and see what a professional doctor says."

"Then I'll ask Dr. Feng Hu to come over now."

Shiratori Renzaburo quickly took out his cell phone.

This just happened to help Lin Jiashu.

He really wants to meet Kyosuke Fudo now and can't wait.

After Kyosuke Fudo hurriedly arrived, he conducted a series of tests on Xiaolan and finally came to the same conclusion as what Hayashi Yoshiki said.

It's already a little after 12 o'clock.

Sato Miwako's emergency surgery was also successfully completed at this time. The bullet in the dangerous position has been removed, but she is now in a coma and has not yet escaped the critical period.

"Let me see Mr. Fuhu off."

"No need, Mr. Lin."

Fenghu Kyosuke came over to help with a smile on his face, "I guess you're not in the mood right now, I can just take a taxi back by myself."

When Kogoro Mouri heard what Kyosuke Fudo said, he thanked him and signaled to Yoshiki Hayashi with his eyes - he planned to go to Inspector Megure to ask about the details of the case, because this matter has involved Xiaolan, and he is unwilling to stay out of it no matter what. He also hopes that Yoshiki Hayashi can help catch the murderer faster.

"I mainly want to discuss Xiaolan's situation with Mr. Fenghu and ask if there is anything I need to pay attention to."

"so....."

Maori Kogoro nodded upon hearing this and said seriously, "Then I'll leave it to you. I'll tell you later what I learned from Inspector Megure."

"Ok."

Lin Jiashu smiled.

He and Kyosuke Fudo went down the stairs together and came to the parking lot, where they saw a Mercedes-Benz E-W210 that had already started and was waiting for people.

"Who is this?"

Kyosuke Fudo was a little surprised when he saw the beautiful woman in the driver's seat.

"Pu Siqinglan is my assistant."

Lin Jiashu smiled and opened the back door, then looked at the other person and said, "Could you please sit in the passenger seat, Mr. Fenghu?"

"Ok."

Fuuto Kyousuke nodded.

The car quickly roared out of Yakushino Hospital.

The road was very quiet late at night.

The reflection of the street lamp on the glass quickly swept backwards as the vehicle drove away, and the interior of the car was extremely quiet.

Kyosuke Fudo just felt it was a little strange.

Aren’t you going to ask me about things related to Xiaolan?

But then again, it seems a bit strange that I was specifically asked to sit in the passenger seat...

"Kosuke."

"Ah, Mr. Lin, you say."

"Really thank you very much."

"It's nothing, Mr. Lin, don't take it too seriously. I believe Xiaolan will recover soon."

"Yes, but that's not what I want to thank you for."

"That is?"

"...You really helped me a lot."

Through the rearview mirror, Kyosuke Fudo could see the man in the back seat holding a black notebook in his hand. His face was calm and no emotion could be seen in his dark eyes.

"I have gained a lot of knowledge about psychology from you, and the books you recommended are also very useful."

"You also helped me complete a very important test."

"But none of this can compare to tonight..."

Kyosuke Fudo's heart skipped a beat.

It was only then that he felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.

For some reason, Lin Jiashu's quiet and clear voice made him feel a little uneasy, and he couldn't help but pay more attention to the rearview mirror.

"The whole world is a locked room, and whoever has the key is the king."

"I've always believed in this statement, but you've also made me realize that plans can't keep up with changes. I was really taking things for granted."

"Feel sorry."

"When I saw you in the hospital just now, I was indeed a little carried away by impulse. This is my immaturity."

"But if you think about it carefully, this is really the best outcome."

"Xiaolan's condition isn't serious. Compared to the potentially more disastrous consequences of arrogance in the future, this is within my acceptable range."

He, what is he talking about?

Cold sweat broke out on Fenghu Kyosuke's forehead.

Although he was confused, he could guess from Lin Jiashu's words that he probably knew that he was the culprit who caused Xiaolan's amnesia...

But how is this possible?

Haven't my actions been carried out perfectly except for the mistake with Xiaolan?

But Kyosuke Fudo didn't dare to admit it directly.

The man gritted his teeth.

--He actually had a weapon hidden on him.

Because when shooting Sato Miwako, Xiaolan accidentally shone the flashlight on his face, and after learning that Xiaolan had lost her memory, Kyosuke Fudo was extremely grateful that God was helping him...but retrograde memory loss might suddenly recover one day, so Kyosuke Fudo had to find an opportunity to kill Xiaolan to eliminate the trouble forever.

Although Pu Siqinglan was driving, a considerable amount of her attention was actually on Fenghu Kyosuke.

The moment she noticed something was wrong with his hand's movements, she immediately pulled out her pistol and pressed it against his temple.

"!!"

Kyosuke Fudo's pupils shrank.

He stared in horror at the woman in front of him who was emitting a cold aura, and his back was instantly wet with cold sweat.

Lin Jiashu's attention was still on the notebook in his hand.

The car stopped.

"That's all for today, Kousuke. You've already reached home."

"..."

"This is your last night of freedom."

Hearing this, Kyosuke Fudo's eyes suddenly became numb. He ignored the gun against his forehead, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

Pu Siqinglan looked at Lin Jiashu with a gun in hand.

"You won't kill him, my lord?"

"It doesn't matter. He's dead."

Lin Jiashu smiled gently.

So Pu Siqinglan said nothing more.

She continued to step on the accelerator and drove to the apartment where she currently lived - because Lin Jiashu needed a car tomorrow, she let Pu Siqinglan drive there first, and then she would drive back herself later.

Not long after, Pu Siqinglan drove the car to the destination.

"I'm sorry, my lord."

"what happened?"

"I failed to complete the task you assigned to me today..."

"Didn't I tell you that this isn't your fault? You were just following my instructions. If anything went wrong, it's my fault for not thinking things through at first. Don't take it to heart."

Lin Jiashu closed his notes, looked at her and said, "Also, I'm not the type of person who would dwell on a single gain or loss. In fact, I'm in a pretty good mood right now."

"But....."

Pu Siqinglan couldn't help but tighten her grip on the steering wheel.

As a killer, she seems to be accustomed to the thinking that success is success and failure is failure.

Lin Jiashu lowered his eyes.

"Okay, get in the back seat."

“Ah, yes…

Pu Siqinglan obediently unbuckled her seat belt and crawled to the back seat.

"grown ups."

"I said I don't care, but the fact that you care about my affairs so much might make me a little happy."

Lin Jiashu reached out and caressed her pretty face, looking into her gray eyes and said calmly, "Okay, is there anything you want to do?"

"Excuse me..."

she whispered.

While reaching out his hand to Lin Jiashu's waist.

But a moment later, when she suddenly discovered the two bright lipstick marks on it, she was stunned for a moment, and then she felt it was too eye-catching and immediately moved over to wipe off the annoying lipstick with her lips.

Lin Jiashu stroked her hair gently.

------

Lin Jiashu rushed to the hospital the next morning.

As soon as he entered the ward where Xiaolan was, he saw Kisaki Eri sitting on the chair next to her, taking care of her gently.

"Are you sleeping?"

".....Yes, the child didn't go to bed until late last night."

Kisaki Eri glanced at Hayashi Yoshiki, then looked at the sleeping Xiaolan with gentle eyes.

"Where's Uncle Maori?"