Chapter 4: Eri Kisaki
"Big Brother, is that kid really reliable?"
Vodka, sitting at the bar, couldn't help but turn to Gin, "What if he fails and the rat hides? Wouldn't that be a lot of trouble? Why don't I just go and kill him?"
"No need to do anything extra, Vodka."
Gin said, putting down his transparent glass, which now only held an ice ball.
He slightly raised his head.
A rare, sharp smile appeared on his cold face: "I'm actually looking forward to him a little now."
"Huh?"
Vodka was a bit confused.
The Organization was actually a very large Organization; otherwise, it would be impossible for so many agents from various agencies to infiltrate and lie in wait within it.
However, compared to the numerous grassroots members, there were simply too few elites who could obtain code names.
Some of the code-named members, in Gin's eyes, were even useless individuals with insufficient ability.
Therefore, discovering new talents was something Gin had always been doing—among the recent member lists he had seen, Hayashi Yoshiki's file was the one that interested Gin the most.
Firstly, his excellent appearance might come in handy at any time, as the Organization's modus operandi has always been to use all means necessary.
However, what Gin valued more was the fact that the other party had written two best-selling mystery novels.
This was because, in this world, a Detective was a profession with a very high social status.
Perhaps influenced by the famous mystery novelist Yusaku Kudo, people generally believed that a mystery novelist who could write brilliant cases should also be a good Detective, and the recently released works, "Kindaichi Case Files: The Opera House Murder Case" and "Kindaichi Case Files: The Strange Mansion Village Murder Case," were hot-selling bestsellers in bookstores, especially the latter, which had considerable discussion and popularity.
Gin's interest was piqued by this, as Detective-type talents were not common in the Organization.
After an explanation, Vodka finally understood this point.
"As expected of Big Brother, but that kid shouldn't try to run, right?"
"He only has one day, and he's under the Organization's watchful eye. Anyone with a brain wouldn't think of escaping." At this point, Gin, with lowered eyes, sneered, "But once he actually makes his move tomorrow night, that's when he truly won't need to think about running."
"Hehe, so that's why Big Brother arranged to promote his books to make him more famous."
Gin did not respond.
People with more glamorous public identities often cherish their reputation more.
Once Hayashi Yoshiki commits murder tomorrow night, with leverage in the Organization's hands, there will be no fear of this external member developing second thoughts—unless he wants to fall from a highly acclaimed mystery novelist to a reviled murderer.
Coercion and enticement, this has always been the Organization's usual tactic.
Otherwise, would an old useless man like Pisco, whose public identity was a big shot in the financial world, truly be willing to do dirty work for the Organization? It's nothing more than fear of the Organization's terror, and having leverage held against him.
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It was just past ten when he returned to the apartment.
Hayashi Yoshiki returned to his rented room, first turning on the living room lights, then sitting on the sofa.
He had already realized Gin's purpose the moment he heard the other party wanted him to kill someone, and he also wondered if the contract signed today was secretly pushed by the Organization... but none of that mattered.
He was just thinking about what to do next.
The Organization was very threatening, and with his identity already stained black, he currently had no capital to confront the Organization head-on.
Unless he could now get photos and names of all Organization members and other information.
However, going all the way down this dark path was also unrealistic.
Although the original work had not yet concluded before he transmigrated, the basic logic of good triumphing over evil was undeniable. Hayashi Yoshiki was well aware that sticking with the Organization would only leave him with two options: death or prison.
Given this, it seems he still had to arrange a Red side identity for himself.
Achieving this was not difficult.
He just needed to use the death note to control any high-ranking Red side member, inputting his file into the undercover personnel list. If he felt it wasn't secure enough, he could manipulate more people to cooperate.
"...Next, let's conduct a new round of tests."
Ding!
With the soft click of a lighter, Hayashi Yoshiki placed the torn death note page into an ashtray and burned it.
The flickering firelight reflected in his black eyes.
Buzz~~Buzz~~~!
His flip phone in his pocket vibrated again. Hayashi Yoshiki opened it to see a message from Eri Kisaki.
Eri Kisaki: "Have you come back yet, Yoshiki-kun?"
Hayashi Yoshiki: "Ah, yes."
Eri Kisaki: "Then come over now."
Hayashi Yoshiki: "Okay, wait for me a moment."
After emptying the ashes from the ashtray, Hayashi Yoshiki walked to the entrance, changed into his shoes, and headed to the opposite door in the apartment hallway.
The door was ajar, so he simply pushed it open and entered.
"Excuse me."
"Did you go out just now?"
Eri Kisaki's gentle voice came. Hayashi Yoshiki looked up to see that the beautiful woman had clearly just showered; her loose hair was still damp with a hint of steam.
It had to be said, she was truly an extremely charming woman.
Anyone who saw her would surely feel the same way.
Her plump and tall figure was completely undisguised by her relaxed home attire, and her demeanor was intellectual. At this moment, her charming brown long hair was spread out, her face was delicate and beautiful, and she seemed more approachable without the usual professionalism from work.
She looked as if she had just entered her thirties.
She exuded the unique charm of a mature woman, a wife.
"I was bored, so I went out for a bit." Hayashi Yoshiki smiled, "You worked hard today too, Auntie Eri."
"Yes, that's why I ordered a rather lavish late-night snack tonight," Eri Kisaki also smiled. She walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. "Would you like a little beer? Consider it a celebration for you."
"Sure."
Hayashi Yoshiki had no objections.
Currently, he and Eri Kisaki lived in opposing apartments. Because Eri Kisaki's lawyer work often required her to work late, eating late-night snacks together became a common occurrence.
However, they usually didn't drink alcohol.
It was clear that she was indeed very happy for Hayashi Yoshiki.
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To be continued...