Detective Conan: Death Note

The Tsutsumikotsu Bridge was an important crossing spanning the Tsutsumikotsu River. On the grassy banks of the Tsutsumikotsu River, just a

The Tsutsumikotsu Bridge was an important crossing spanning the Tsutsumikotsu River.

On the grassy banks of the Tsutsumikotsu River, just a few hundred meters away from the bridge, some citizens leisurely enjoyed the Saturday sunshine and took strolls.

It was a beautiful day.

The sunlight was warm, the breeze comfortable.

Although winter brought some chill, this was the good weather they had waited for after several consecutive overcast days.

On this peaceful afternoon, the people by the river didn't hear the collision on the Tsutsumikotsu Bridge, but they noticed sudden towering flames erupting on the bridge.

Then came an explosion.

"What's happening?"

"Fire..."

"Did something explode?"

The citizens watched the scene in shock and quickly took out their phones to take pictures.

The loud explosion almost shattered the sturdy bridge deck; flames roared fiercely...

Those on the riverbank couldn't see the tragic scene on the bridge: a small overturned oil truck, blackened and wrecked, teetered precariously on the broken deck.

A vehicle caught in the blast was thrown to the ground, burned down to a charred wreck.

Amid this horrific scene, screams and frantic car horns continued without pause.

Boom!

Boom!!

Occasional blasts echoed through the flames.

Many drivers who had narrowly escaped the disaster panicked and reversed to get away from the broken bridge, but upon seeing the traffic jam behind them, some simply abandoned their vehicles and fled.

"The explosion was a bit far from them, big brother—they're not dead!"

Vodka watched the red sedan driving towards the far side of the bridge through binoculars, his tone full of astonishment.

"Cointreau missed?"

Korn followed slowly, surprised.

"No, that's exactly the result he wanted."

Watching the roaring flames, Gin casually lit a cigarette with the car lighter.

Hearing that it was still within Kundo's calculations, Vodka uttered a confused "Huh?"

Gin exhaled smoke.

He had long considered escaping Cointreau's deadly traps by doing some illogical maneuvers to disrupt his calculations.

There was a modest chance of success, but it was hardly realistic.

Because the most lethal aspect of Cointreau's method was that—no one ever knew when the accident would occur.

Only when the two FBI agents were pre-warned of the "accident intended to kill them," like this time, could they possibly evade it.

In other words,

Unless you spent your whole life doing bizarre, illogical things, you couldn't dodge Cointreau's designs.

But after too many attempts, he'd surely find an opening.

"This is... really something..."

Vermouth arrived leisurely on his Harley, gazing at the distant blaze, his expression full of emotion.

From any angle, that man was simply too dangerous.

Meanwhile,

Jodie, who barely escaped with her life, was gasping for breath, still shaken and barely able to put into words what she had witnessed!

She had seen it clearly through the rearview mirror while crossing that bridge.

The small truck suddenly had a tire blowout for no reason, veering off course.

Simultaneously, a traffic sign inexplicably fell off, causing the car behind to swerve incorrectly.

A series of strange coincidences led to a traffic accident that caused the small oil tanker to overturn and explode...

The invisible culprit sent chills down Jodie's spine.

What terrified her most was that even after all their unpredictable and traffic-disrupting actions, the accident still happened alarmingly close to them!

"What exactly was that?"

Camel was also thoroughly shaken.

If he hadn't followed so many bizarre orders and maneuvers to disrupt traffic flow, and hadn't kept hearing "accident, accident" over the phone, he might have thought it was just a simple accident.

Now safely back in traffic, he soon heard the rapid blare of sirens.

Most police cars rushed to the Tsutsumikotsu Bridge to maintain order and assist ambulances.

But several police vehicles drove straight towards Jodie's group, intercepting them.

"Hello, I'm Miwako Sato from the First Investigation Division.

Please cooperate and come with us to the Metropolitan Police Department."

A woman got out of a police car with authority, holding a gun in one hand and her badge in the other, her face stern.

"..."

"Oh! We will cooperate, officer!"

Camel opened his mouth to reveal he was FBI agent, but Jodie quickly interrupted him.

Under Miwako Sato's stern and wary gaze, Jodie raised her hands, and Camel could only raise his hands in surrender.

Following Sato's orders, they quickly got out of the car—including Amuro Toru, who was disguised as Shuichi Akai.

Sato immediately called for more officers.

The three were placed in separate police cars.

Watching the "Shuichi Akai" getting into a police car, Jodie seemed like she wanted to say something, but was ignored by Sato.

The cars started moving.

Watching the police car carrying the two FBI agents trailing behind, Amuro Toru removed his mask to reveal his true face and said:

"That was timely."

"Yes, because Mr. Furuya told me about your disguise, I volunteered to participate in this operation. Sometimes I can be pretty clever."

Watching Kazuya Kazami drive seriously, Amuro Toru felt a bit relieved.

Having an insider who knew him well made things easier and would help him escape later.

He had originally planned to hold a gun to Jodie's head and walk away.

Just right—this poor woman would finally wake from her sweet dream.

"Kazami."

"Yes."

"Help me investigate the movements related to the 'Accident Killer' special task force, and who ordered the traffic police near the Tsuda intersection at 15:47."

His tone was clear:

"Also, check the traffic light signal control near the same area around 15:53.

Dig as deep as you can, and if necessary, say it's my request."

"Understood."

Kazuya Kazami nodded seriously.

Amuro Toru lowered his head to think.

He needed to know whether the police's cooperation, overt or covert, was directed by Hayashi Yoshiki through his consultant status, requesting Toshirou Odagiri, or if it was arranged by some other means...

If it was the latter, just the thought made Amuro smirk.

"Hayashi Yoshiki..."

Ah, how long will this spy function need to be maintained? (Looking up at the sky)