Detective Conan: Death Note

"Tsk… I didn't expect it to be this easy." "Yeah, and none of those sharks showed up. I was so tense the whole time." The two treasure hunte

"Tsk… I didn't expect it to be this easy."

"Yeah, and none of those sharks showed up. I was so tense the whole time."

The two treasure hunters emerged in the dim cave, acting as if it was no challenge—but inside, they were thrilled the operation had gone smoothly.

"You two, move faster!"

Matsumoto Mitsuji, carrying a torch, barked at the two girls walking behind him.

His bullet wound hadn't been treated at any clinic or hospital, so he was still bleeding. To avoid attracting sharks while diving, they had tied up their two hostages—Ran and Sonoko—intending to use them as bait.

No sharks had appeared on the way in, but the girls could still serve another purpose: pathfinders.

This underground vault was occasionally filled with toxic gas depending on geography and wind direction. If that were the case, the girls would be sent first.

Still, Taro Izuyama and Matsumoto Mitsuji had been lucky. They arrived smoothly at a massive stone gate inside the cave.

"This place may be dangerous, but we've come here countless times. No matter what we tried, we couldn't open this door... That's why we finally decided to steal these."

Taro Izuyama grinned as he pulled out the knife and flintlock rifle they'd recovered the night before.

The stone door had grooves made to fit such items—clearly a mechanical locking mechanism.

When he inserted the weapons, they fit perfectly. But just as he was about to celebrate, a trap was triggered—a sharpened wooden spike flew straight at his eyes.

Luckily, he dodged just in time by turning his head.

"That was close!"

"Give it up!" Ran shouted. "Even if you get the treasure, you'll never escape."

"That's right," Sonoko added. "Especially with Brother Yoshiki here, it won't matter even if you succeed."

"Shut up!" Taro Izuyama snapped, eyes darkening.

But at that moment, Matsumoto Mitsuji suddenly seemed to realize something.

He stepped forward with a grin and rearranged the knife and rifle.

"Anne Bonny and Mary Read fought back-to-back… so we should place them like this."

RUMBLE...

The stone door opened.

Behind it lay a cavernous space—and in it stood a gigantic sailing ship.

As their torches illuminated the scene, awe filled the air.

"Treasure!" Taro Izuyama shouted. "I finally found the treasure!"

He dashed up the stairs to the deck.

"Hey! What's the rush?" Matsumoto Mitsuji chuckled, following behind.

As he climbed, he turned and barked at the girls again: "You two, move it!"

He still feared Ran's karate after experiencing it firsthand.

Ran and Sonoko followed silently, with Matsumoto behind.

Almost on the deck, he called ahead:

"How's it going? Did you find the treasure?"

"You're late, Mr. Matsumoto."

The voice wasn't Taro Izuyama.

Matsumoto Mitsuji froze.

He pushed past the girls, and what he saw on the deck made no sense.

A young man dressed in black stood there.

The bonfire's flames danced wildly, casting eerie shadows across the teak deck.

He held an open notebook in one hand.

And at his feet… lay Taro Izuyama, his face soaked in blood.

"Brother Yoshiki!!" the girls shouted in joy.

Matsumoto Mitsuji's eyes widened in shock.

"You...!"

"You must have waited a long time for the tide to recede to enter this place, right?"

Hayashi Yoshiki's calm voice echoed through the cave.

"The sea's been rough… waiting for low tide would've taken time."

"Did you come through another route—!?"

Yoshiki didn't answer.

But Matsumoto realized that wasn't important anymore.

He stared at his fallen companion, confused.

"What... happened to him?"

"I stabbed him. Several times. That's all."

Yoshiki's voice was cold.

Looking Taro Izuyama's blood-drenched diving suit, Matsumoto knew the stabs had been deep.

What the hell...?

Isn't he a detective? He's actually this brutal...?

Rage twisted Matsumoto's face. The treasure—the goal of his long pursuit—was right in front of him.

Nothing else mattered.

Yoshiki stepped forward. Matsumoto's hand moved slowly toward his coat.

Suddenly, he grinned.

"If you don't want a few new holes in your body... stop right there!"

He pulled out a pistol, pointing it at Yoshiki.

Yoshiki stopped.

He glanced down at the book in his hand… then dipped his other finger in blood and scratched the page.

At that moment, Matsumoto acted.

He aimed the gun away from Yoshiki and fired repeatedly into empty space—

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Shells scattered across the deck. Smoke rose in thick curls.

Matsumoto's twisted grin made the two girls flinch.

"This isn't a toy."

He sneered.

Yoshiki simply smiled.

A name written in the Death Note will die of a heart attack after 40 seconds.

40 seconds after the time of death is specified, the effect takes hold.

For example, if "Matsumoto Mitsuji" is written at midnight, he dies at 00:00:40. But if 00:00:08 is specified as the time of death, it still works.

The same applies to pre-death behavior control.

If the user deliberately writes the wrong name four times while thinking of the same person, the Death Note becomes ineffective for that person.

But an unfinished name doesn't count as a mistake.

Yoshiki had written the cause of death and behavioral control long in advance.

He'd written the name "Matsuki Mitsuji"… but at the last second, he used blood to draw an extra stroke in the character 木 to transform it into 本.

The Death Note interpreted it correctly.

And Matsumoto Mitsuji had obeyed its command—to the letter.