A white Mercedes was speeding on the suburban road.
After passing through the dense forest, when a road sign finally appeared ahead, Hayashi Yoshiki turned on the turn signal and turned in.
The final destination was in front of a lake.
"Cointreau is here, brother."
When they saw a familiar white car stopped by the lake, Vodka said to Gin beside him.
Gin hummed.
When Hayashi Yoshiki got out of the car and walked over, he found that the two people in front of him were sitting on a camping chair each, and Gin was holding a... fishing rod?
The wonderful scene before his eyes made Hayashi Yoshiki stop.
But he only paused for a moment and quickly walked forward.
Vodka was about to say hello, but Hayashi Yoshiki, who was walking over, asked first:
"Is there a dead body in the lake?"
"…"
Vodka opened his mouth, and Gin's calm breathing paused.
His eyes glanced over from under the brim of his hat, and his voice was calm:
"I'm taking a break today."
What is going on in this Cointreau guy's mind?
You must be seriously ill to think of dead people when you're fishing.
Vodka brought a folding camping chair, opened it, and placed it behind Hayashi Yoshiki, who thanked him and sat down.
"Brother, I didn't have anything to do yesterday and today, so I came here to kill time." Vodka said as he put bait on the hook. "Do you want a fishing rod?"
"I'll try."
Vodka considerately helped Hayashi Yoshiki prepare the fishing rod.
As he cast the hook into the lake, watching the colorful buoys undulating slightly on the surface of the water, Hayashi Yoshiki said:
"I thought you were the type who wasn't interested in anything except work."
"Fishing can train patience and control of calm breath."
Gin's tone at this moment was unusually calm. "But there really is nothing to do."
"So did you catch any fish?"
"…"
The atmosphere by the lake is very peaceful.
A breeze blew by, rippling the surface of the lake and shaking the willow branches hanging down by the lake.
Gin began to use cold violence against Hayashi Yoshiki.
However, Hayashi Yoshiki was still smiling.
Gin had enough free time to go fishing.
But it's not to the point of being unbelievable.
After all, the other person is also a human being, and considering the softness of his long silver hair, he probably needs maintenance every ten days or half a month, and it probably takes an hour to wash her hair every time.
Hayashi Yoshiki came here for something important.
He took out a sealed document from his pocket and handed it to Vodka.
"I'll trouble you next, Mr. Vodka."
"OK."
Vodka wiped his hands and took it.
He opened the document and saw a total of three names and their criminal cases recorded in it.
——These are actually handed over to Cointreau after Gin's people investigate, and then Cointreau screens the circle and hands them over to Vodka.
"Or will they be exposed on the Internet like before?" Vodka confirmed cautiously.
"Yes."
"What exactly do you want to do?" Gin glanced at Hayashi Yoshiki.
"This... Keep it secret for now."
"Hmph, just don't move too much and expose yourself."
The other party's behavior was really confusing in Gin's eyes — he said he was cooperating with the task force, but on the other hand, he kept killing people on the killing list. Gin almost thought he was addicted to killing under this name.
As he paid more attention, Gin also discovered that those who died at the hands of Cointreau seemed to be scumbags.
However, he would not doubt that Cointreau was actually a "good guy" because of this — only a person with a dark heart could be so carefree and take the lives of others without any care.
Hayashi Yoshiki still had a calm expression.
Now there is no need to use Vodka's computer technology to forge posting records. Instead, the posts are made by peripheral members of the distillery. The names on the list are all people close to those peripheral members.
Even if the police investigate those who posted the messages afterwards, Hayashi Yoshiki can ensure that the matter will never be exposed.
Because just in case, he also wrote the names of some low-level members in the Death Note... using the influence of scientific time on the Death Note, he let them die in the distant future under circumstances that neither the police nor the winery would suspect.
"But there is one other thing that I need Mr. Vodka's help with."
"What?"
"Help me keep an eye on Minister Odagiri."
"OK."
Vodka didn't think it was troublesome and nodded in agreement.
Hayashi Yoshiki stayed for a while, then got up and left — Gin hadn't been served yet until he left.
Afterwards, Gin sat by the lake for a long time.
He was indeed very patient. Even when the float in the distance was motionless, he kept watching it and did not make any unnecessary movements.
Until after a while, a big fish slowly swam to the lake and swam leisurely beside the surface.
Gin noticed the fish immediately.
The fish poked its head out of the water and looked into Gin's dark green eyes. Its mouth opened and closed, and its lifeless eyes stared at him with disapproval.
"Damn, is this fish provoking me?"
Vodka noticed and couldn't help but curse.
He stood up and began to look for a landing net, but after searching around he couldn't find it.
"Brother, I forgot to bring the landing net."
"…"
Gin looked at the fish with cold eyes, which was swimming faster and faster, swimming away and then coming back, and even surfacing intentionally to look at him.
Finally, he took out a gun from under his windbreaker.
Diu!
The bullet went straight through the fish's head.
"…"
Vodka, who witnessed this scene, opened his mouth but still said nothing.
Wearing sunglasses, he squatted by the lake, paddling the water, waiting for the bleeding fish to float over and then picking it up.
"What a great catch, brother."
"Stop talking nonsense."
Gin didn't even look at Vodka and just retracted his fishing rod.
I saw that the silver fish hook on the fishing rod, whose float had been motionless until now, was as clean as new.
Vodka quickly put down the fish and baited the hook.