"It's not feasible."
"I see... even if it's from the same page, once it's torn, it becomes two independent sheets."
"But I wonder... would it work if I glued them together?"
But doing so would defeat the entire purpose of this test.
Eitan's original idea was this: if the method worked, he could write a person's name in two parts ahead of time—surname on one half, given name on the other—and then, in a critical moment, simply join the pages to fulfill the condition of "writing the full name." That way, the death would be triggered instantly.
Unfortunately, it wasn't realistic.
With a sigh, he crossed out all previous test content and began writing again.
There were still many things he wanted to verify.
After finishing this round of writing, he glanced at his watch and calmly waited.
Moments later—
Ding-a-ling-a-ling! Ding-a-ling-a-ling!
The public phone booth nearby began to ring.
Eitan glanced at the time and smiled faintly.
Miyazaki Michiko
March 28th, 11:03:09 AM — Out of a random impulse, looks up and dials the public phone next to Kawano Sushi in Beika Town, 3-chome 16-banchi. Hangs up after 30 seconds.
Michiko Miyazaki.
The Death Note wasn't bound by language. Whether the name and cause of death were written in Japanese or Chinese, the effect still triggered. So the question was—if you wrote the name in another language, would it still work?
That's what Eitan was testing now.
And the result… was a success.
He concluded: writing the name in a different language does work, as long as the writer firmly believes in the translation. The Note seems to operate off subconscious recognition.
"I'll need to test it a few more times."
"If this proves consistent, I might consider learning a few rare languages."
Despite his cautious nature, he couldn't ignore the possibility that someone might someday glimpse his notes. Encrypting his entries in lesser-known languages could be a layer of protection.
And then, more tests—
Ding-a-ling-a-ling~
His phone buzzed.
Eitan picked it up, glancing at the screen: Yamagishi Sakae.
He answered.
"Hello? Yamagishi-san—"
But the voice that greeted him was unmistakably feminine and cheerful.
"This is Yoko Okino."
"Yoko-san?"
"Yes," she replied, her voice soft but clearly strained. "I saw the news last night. I never imagined something like that could happen... But, Eitan-sensei, you were incredible. Just like a real Detective."
"Thank you. But... Yoko-san, you sound a bit off. Are you alright?"
"Mm... actually, I called because I wanted to ask—do you know any reliable Detectives?"
"Detectives?"
"Lately... I feel like someone's been following me. And I think someone might've broken into my place when I wasn't home…"
Fear crept into her voice. Even as an actress used to emotional performances, she couldn't quite hide the tremble.
"So I asked my agent for your number. I wanted to know if you could recommend someone trustworthy."
"Stalking and illegal entry, huh? I understand."
He paused.
"I happen to know a Detective who'll take it very seriously. I'll send you his location."
"Thank you so much, Eitan-sensei!"
Later that day—
Under a stunning, red-tinged sunset.
"Hello~ handsome!"
A bubbly female voice rang out from behind him.
Eitan had just finished a round of marksmanship at the Organization's private range and hadn't even left the alley when he was approached.
He wasn't startled.
He simply offered a polite, elegant smile.
"Can I help you?"
"Uh… ah…"
The girl faltered instantly.
Eitan glanced at her. A flashy type. Blonde-dyed hair, long and wavy. Pale skin, glitter makeup. She wore her school uniform, though it had been "creatively modified" to just barely comply with regulations. Her phone case sparkled, and tiny face stickers completed the trendy, rebellious look.
"Wanna go to karaoke?"
"I'm sorry," Eitan replied gently, "but I'm not much of a singer."
"…Oh."
She hesitated again. Just as she was about to offer a fallback suggestion—maybe bubble tea—she looked up at that almost-too-perfect face.
Confidence: gone.
Still, Eitan kept smiling.
"Though may I ask—why did you come talk to me?"
"Why do you need a reason to flirt with a handsome guy…?"
She mumbled the words, then realizing her attempt had flopped, she gave a small laugh and walked off with surprising dignity.
Eitan, left standing on the sidewalk, checked his watch. He casually ignored the middle-aged man passing by and calmly concluded:
"I see. Even though she approached me just as written, it was ultimately an action made by her own free will."
Misawa Tomoya
March 28th, 5:47 PM – Passed the entrance of Beika Imperial Bank. Saw a hot girl fresh out of school flirting with a boy holding a shopping bag.
April 16th, 10:08 PM – Got into a heated conflict with Michiko Miyazaki. Cut her throat with a knife and fled the scene.
April 17th, 3:17 PM – While resisting arrest, accidentally fell from a rooftop and died.
With just a few sentences… you could dictate a person's entire life.
The Death Note was terrifyingly effective.
From the girl's brief flirtation earlier, Eitan had confirmed something new—he could use the Death Note as a "script."
There was still much more to experiment with. But for now, this was enough.
Even Misawa Tomoya and Michiko Miyazaki's deaths had been carefully arranged.
They were, after all, involved in criminal activity. If too many people died mysteriously during this period, it could attract the attention of certain... troublesome individuals. But cases like these—where both parties "eliminate" each other—were far less likely to raise alarm.
Buzz—! Buzz—!
His phone vibrated.
The sender: Yamagishi Sakae—Yoko Okino's agent.
"Eitan-sensei, is this Detective Kogoro Mouri you recommended really reliable?"
The message was blunt.
Eitan stared at it for a moment, unsure how to respond.
After a pause, he typed back:
"Have you and Yoko-san already arrived at the Mouri Detective Agency?"
The reply came quickly:
"Yes. We're here now, but honestly... this Detective Mouri feels a bit rash."
"But Yoko-san insists that since he was recommended by you, Eitan-sensei"
"Perhaps that's just part of his charm."
Though he tried to keep it tactful, Eitan sighed. For Mouri to leave such an impression after one meeting...
"Understood. Yoko-san has decided to entrust him with the case."
"Alright. If anything comes up, feel free to contact me."
With that, the conversation ended.
It was still early, and Eitan began thinking about dinner. Eri usually worked late on Mondays, which meant she'd likely be looking for a midnight snack later anyway.
He might as well grab something now.
But just as he sat down in a quiet restaurant and placed his order—
Riiing!
His phone buzzed with a call. It was Yamagishi again.
"Eitan-sensei! There's... there's a body in Yoko-san's apartment!!"
"Do you want me to come take a look?"
"Yes! Please! We're completely overwhelmed!"
Sakae's voice was panicked.
After entrusting the case to Mouri, they had decided to return to Yoko's place and check for any signs of the stalker. But the moment they unlocked the door, they found a man's corpse lying in the living room.
Yoko had screamed on the spot.
Yamagishi, too stunned to think clearly, instinctively called Eitan. Even though a "Detective" was standing right beside him, something about Mouri's demeanor didn't inspire confidence.
"Yoko, Eitan-sensei says he's on his way!"
"Okay..."
"Who are you even talking about?! We need to call the Police!" Mouri snapped.
"Ah! R-right! You're right!"
Finally remembering what should have been obvious, Yamagishi pulled out his phone again.
While Rin called the Police, the little boy beside her—Conan Edogawa, known only to a few as Shinichi Kudo—was already kneeling by the body, inspecting it with a practiced eye.
And then—
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
A piercing scream echoed through the apartment.
The adults turned their heads, only to see that a few elementary school kids had somehow slipped inside and collapsed to the ground the moment they saw the body.
"Where did these brats come from?!" Mouri roared.
"Conan!" Ran pulled him back, only for Mouri to drop a heavy iron fist onto his head.
Whack!
Stars exploded in Conan's vision.
Rubbing his fist, Mouri looked up and grumbled, "And who is this Eitan-sensei everyone keeps talking about?"
"Huh? You don't know?" Yoko blinked. "We actually came to you because Eitan-sensei recommended you."
"…Eh?"
Ran rolled her eyes. "Dad, didn't you read the newspaper this morning?"
"I woke up early and drank... Uh—I mean, I just woke up late and forgot to read it!"
"So you were drinking early this morning!?"
"N-No! I only had a tiny sip!"
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