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

Chianti, this neurotic woman, always speaks without restraint. If one day she knew that the smiling Cointreau was always secretly planning some kind of accidental murder, who knows if she would still jump like this.

"Hello, senior."

"what!"

Facing the bright smile on Lin Jiashu's face, Chianti raised his left eyebrow.

She is a very slender woman.

She has short brown-red hair that reaches her ears in a mushroom shape, a black collar around her neck, and a low-cut black tights on her body.

Chianti gives people a somewhat neurotic feeling from the outside.

It wasn't just because of the swallowtail butterfly tattoo under her left eye. She also seemed to have deliberately applied obvious black eyeshadow on her otherwise decent-looking face without any makeup, and her lipstick was a poisonous color... She looked a bit like a psychopath.

"Not bad, you have the type of face I'd be attracted to." She smiled playfully. "Well, my name is Chianti, from the operations team."

"Cohen."

The voice coming from the side came from a man who looked quite silent and dull.

"first meet."

Lin Jiashu greeted with a smile, and after Cohen nodded slowly, he looked at the bar again.

The bartender behind the bar quietly moved the drink menu in front of him - wines from all over the world, and related cocktails, the drinks here seemed to be richer than those in the Dahei Building.

"A glass of Champs-Élysées, please, thank you."

"Ok."

"Hey, a Chianti and orange wine special."

As the bartender nodded and prepared to mix the mix, Chianti nervously yelled, staring at the bartender and asking, "It's going to work. It's going to taste good, right?"

The bartender could only nod: "Okay, please wait."

Lin Jiashu waited quietly.

Chianti and Cohen are also like this, following the code characteristics of the winery where male members represent distilled spirits and female members represent fermented wines.

Chianti is both the name of a wine and a place - it is a red wine produced in the Chianti region of Italy. Perhaps because Italians are more extroverted and flamboyant, the arrogant and impatient Chianti got this code name.

As for Cohen, it is a grain liquor from Germany, an ordinary distilled liquor brewed from grains, with no special features, which is suitable for Cohen's taciturn and dull personality.

Chapter 52: Have you ever tried mixing Chianti with gin?

Black Widow Bar

Everyone sat at the bar.

The bartender wiped the wine glass silently, Gin was concentrating on editing messages on his mobile phone, Lin Jiashu was leisurely flipping through a book and drinking alone, while Vodka and Cohen sat on the side and clinked their glasses with each other.

Only Chianti—

"Mission, when will I be allowed to go on another mission?"

She couldn't help but run over to ask about Gin.

Gin glanced over with cold eyes, but he was surprisingly patient: "Wait, you will have your chance to show off soon."

"Oh?"

Chianti got excited. "Isn't it going to make me stare at the target for a long time again this time, and then let me retreat without firing a shot?"

Gin didn't answer.

Chianti immediately let out a "tsk!"

She ran to the side, picked up her glass of rough "Chianti and Cointreau", took a big gulp, and said "ha" at the end.

"It should be hard to drink, right?"

Lin Jiashu looked at her with a smile.

"It's not just hard to drink."

"I think so. At least I can't imagine what it tastes like."

"Are you hinting at something?" Chianti looked at him, a hint of encouragement on her face, her eyes adorned with devilish eyeliner. "I think you should try everything more often."

"Have you ever tried mixing Chianti with gin or vodka?"

"what?!"

After Lin Jiashu finished speaking, Chianti's face twisted, and Gin, who was typing a text message, stopped typing and glared at them... Only Vodka thought someone was calling him, so he looked up and said "Huh?"

"You are such a brave fellow."

Chianti's eyes flickered.

Although she is the "Phoenix Chick" among the Crouching Dragon and the Phoenix Chick, and although she has an impatient personality, she is not really mentally retarded.

There are not many people in the organization who dare to make fun of Gin like this.

...Cointreau, probably very highly regarded, or perhaps the individual is quite capable.

"I just hope that the workplace relationships here can be a little easier." Lin Jiashu said with a smile.

Chianti turned and walked away.

Lin Jiashu didn't return his attention to the book. He picked up his glass of Champs Elysees and asked, "Speaking of which, what exactly is the action group that Chianti just mentioned?"

"Operations and intelligence, these are the two main distinctions in the organization."

Gin, who was sitting next to him, didn't mind explaining this. "But it doesn't matter to you. Unless there are instructions from that gentleman, I will be the one assigning you tasks for now."

"OK."

Lin Jiashu responded lightly.

As for the two major factions in the distillery, the action team is led by Gin, while the intelligence team is led by Rum...

Compared to Gin who is always in the spotlight, Rum who is in charge of intelligence is indeed much more cunning - he not only disguises his appearance, but also often releases false information to confuse his various characteristics, and the names that have appeared so far are undoubtedly pseudonyms.

"Hey! Anyone want to play pool?"

Chianti shouted over there.

Her partner, Cohen, quickly put down his drink and walked over.

After a while, the sound of billiard balls colliding continued to be heard. Lin Jiashu watched for a while, put down his book and walked over.

Seeing this, Vodka also put down his glass.

"Hey, watch me!"

Chianti was still very talkative when playing billiards, completely different from Cohen. But from what Lin Jiashu observed, they were both very skilled at playing billiards.

Is it because he's a sniper?

The calculation of angles and the degree of stability are all very impressive.

"It's really hard to play with these two if you don't let them win," Vodka commented.

In the end, it was the taciturn Cohen who won the game.

Lin Jiashu took the pool cue from Chianti with some interest. As he leaned down to serve, Cohen suddenly spoke:

"I've read your book."

"……Yeah?"

"Very good, I like it." Cohen said this, then paused for a moment before saying, "Are you still looking for names for the supporting roles?"

"of course."

Lin Jiashu really didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain, which made him smile.

But let’s finish this game of billiards first.

Lin Jiashu is still somewhat confident in playing this game. His hands are very steady, and he can observe and calculate the path of the ball. He can almost calculate clearly where the ball will go after the collision.

Cohen was a bit careless at the beginning, but as Lin Jiashu's balls fell into the pockets one after another, he couldn't catch up even if he wanted to.

"Come again."

He was a little unconvinced.

Lin Jiashu still had a smiling face.

He played a few rounds, and finally Cohen shut up and handed the cue to Vodka.

Vodka, who was just watching the fun and didn't know how to play, took it subconsciously, looked at Chianti who no longer wanted to play, and then looked at Lin Jiashu who seemed to be always smiling.

Ah? I hit Cointreau?

Vodka didn't have a masochistic streak, but he was worried that if he took the club and then threw it away, Cointreau would think he was being disrespectful, so he hesitated: "...Shall we play?"

"If Mr. Vodka isn't interested, there's no need to force it."

Lin Jiashu took the initiative to put down the pool cue.

He then handed the notebook and pen he had with him to Cohen, who opened the notebook, found a blank page and signed his name in large letters.

Gin noticed it, but didn't say anything.

Lin Jiashu, who had received an unexpected reward, did not plan to stay in the bar any longer. He asked for a glass of ice water and drank half of it. Then, he ignored Chianti's intentional or unintentional questions about whether he was free tonight and stood up to leave.

"Wait."

Gin suddenly spoke.

"what happened?"

"Recently, Beika Town has been very strict on checking drunk driving at midnight."

Vodka, who had already sat back at the bar, said, "I don't know what's going on, but my brother and I have been caught drunk driving five or six times in the past few days. Normal traffic police would be fine, they'd be scared away when they see my brother, but there's this woman who's not very smart... Anyway, it's best if you don't drive right now."

Thinking about how that apparently smart-looking female traffic police officer could actually outdrive him all the way in a mini police car, to be fair, Vodka quite admired her driving skills, but on the other hand, he was a little angry.

"Ah, I had no intention of driving back."

Lin Jiashu said that he didn't want a headline like "Rising Detective Suspected of Drunk Driving" to suddenly appear in the newspaper tomorrow.

He left the bar, and Chianti's voice was heard behind him, "Do you want me to take you home in my sports car?", but it disappeared as the door closed.

“Buzz! Buzz!”

When Lin Jiashu came to the roadside and was about to wait for a taxi, there was a sound from the phone in his pocket.

He took it out and unlocked it, and saw a text message from Yoko Okino:

"Yoshiki-kun, tomorrow is April 4th, so do your best. 😊"

Chapter 53: I’m just sweet-talking, you’re not in my heart.

Sunday, June 15th

At two o'clock in the afternoon, many guests gathered outside the Rice Flower Church, and several long Western-style dining tables in the middle were decorated with meals and champagne towers.

The guests were chatting and laughing about topics related to the wedding.

At this time, in the dressing room behind the wedding, today's heroine Sayuri Matsumoto had just changed into her wedding dress and was receiving relatives and friends who came to celebrate.

"Happy wedding, Sayuri-sensei."

"Wow~ Thank you!"

"What a beautiful wedding dress, Sayuri."

"Of course, I picked this carefully."

"Congratulations, Sayuri-sensei."

"..."

"..."

Handheld cameras recorded the scenes of friends and family coming to celebrate.