A New Character Every Month

Lin Zian replied with a smile: "So I will stay by your side until you die before reclaiming it."

Hearing this, Bowen let go of his suspended heart and patted his chest with a smile on his face.

this moment.

Although he still felt that Lin Zi'an's appearance was a bit scary, it was not as scary as before, and instead had a sense of kindness.

Bowen said to Lin Zian again: "Master Reaper, do you want to prepare a room for you and..."

Lin Zian interrupted: "No need to prepare anything, I'm just a bystander, you can pretend that I don't exist. However, if possible, please maintain the number of apples at home."

Bowen looked at the apple in Lin Zian's hand, and then thought of the apple core found in the trash can when he got up this morning, and the apple that disappeared a few days ago, and suddenly realized.

So he nodded again and again: "Lord Reaper, don't worry, the number of apples will definitely not be less than you."

Lin Zian nodded and stopped talking.

Seeing Bowen sitting back in his seat and operating the computer, he couldn't help feeling a little funny.

After Bowen met him, he put himself in a lower position from beginning to end, without any thought of equal dialogue.

However, this is also to be expected.

After all, it has only been less than an hour since Bowen really knew the ability of the Death Note. No matter how shaken his mood was, it couldn't change in a short period of time.

I don't know if it was because of Lin Zian's sudden appearance, but Bowen was extremely energetic in the following time.

He played the game of designing death on several annoying anchors one by one. After letting them die in "accidents" one by one, he joined several anti-bullying groups. Most of the people in these groups were in a similar situation to him. bullying.

From time to time, the names of the photos of some bullies will be published in the hope that someone will come to help them.

It's a pity that although there are some small non-profit organizations that help those who are bullied, they are just a drop in the bucket for the huge number of bullied people.

"Is it fun to bully people?"

"Go to hell and bully, you bloody scum bastards! Garbage%&*(#@..."

Bowen swears and swears as he writes the name and details of the death in a notebook.

They were hit by a car, drowned in water, electrocuted, or strangled by wires. There are various causes of death.

Moreover, these methods of death, without exception, describe that they have to go through a lot of pain before they really die.

When Bowen recovered from his excitement, he found that it was already morning.

Although there are curtains, the sunlight pouring in from the window has shimmered the not-so-thick curtains.

"Bowen, breakfast is ready."

At this time, my mother's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Bowen subconsciously covered the Death Note with his hands, turned his head and said to the closed door, "Mom, use it first, I'll go down soon."

tread!tread!tread!

Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually walking away, he was slightly relieved.

But then he thought that there seemed to be a Grim Reaper in his room, and hurriedly looked behind him, but found no trace of Grim Reaper.

"Master Reaper, are you leaving?"

Bowen looked at the door, the lock on it was still locked.

Unable to figure it out, he had to put away the notebook first, open a drawer with a lock, and put the notebook at the bottom.

After closing the drawer and putting away the keys, he got up and went to the window.

Opening the curtains, some harsh sunlight came into view.

Bowen looked at the gradually increasing number of people on the road, and after confirming that the windows were locked, he closed the curtains behind his back and walked out of the room.

Just came to the first floor.

He saw the scene that he didn't want to see the most in his heart. At this time, the god of death was standing opposite to his mother.

At this time, Lin Zian also saw Bowen, so he raised his right hand, put a finger to his mouth, and signaled to keep quiet.

Bowen hurriedly covered his mouth and looked carefully, only to find that although Lin Zian was standing opposite, his mother didn't seem to see him at all, and didn't show any strange expression.

The breakfast on the dining table is relatively monotonous, but the color and aroma of the plate are not bad, and it can also arouse the appetite of most people.

But to Lin Zian, they were like clear soup with little water, without the slightest taste, let alone the temptation an apple brought him.

He turned and walked into the kitchen, gently opened the refrigerator, and took out a few bright red apples, and put them into the two balls of feathers covering his shoulders.

Not to mention, these two seemingly small feathers can hide a lot of things inside. Except for his wings, it is not a problem to put seven or eight apples.

Death Note is also in it.

As for the copy on Bowen's possession, it is of course Death Note? False.

Although Bowen was eating breakfast, he didn't pay attention to this matter at all. Instead, he quietly looked at Lin Zian from time to time, his mind full of doubts.

This strange look made his mother wonder if the breakfast today was not to his liking.

After a few minutes.

Bowen returned to the upstairs bedroom after breakfast, and immediately couldn't help but asked Lin Zian who also walked in the door: "Master Death, why can't my mother see you?"

Lin Zian said casually: "Only those who have touched the Death Note can see me."

"So it is."

Bowen was relieved, so that even if Lin Zian was with him, he didn't have to worry about being discovered by others and causing unnecessary trouble.

After all, minus the Death Note, he was just an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary, not to mention those powerful mutants, even the bad guys in school couldn't beat him.

this day.

Lin Zian once again witnessed Bowen writing down dozens of names in a notebook, and from time to time some secondary remarks came out of his mouth.

What is the savior, the god of the new world, and so on.

Lin Zi'an had to say with emotion: "It really depends on high school students to save the world."

but.

Lin Zian also became less and less optimistic about Bowen.

Maybe it won't be long before Death Note will have a new owner.

It wasn't that Lin Zian wanted to forcibly take back the Death Note, but that Bowen exposed too many clues when he was looking for the target person. Once he caught the attention of someone who cared, he had no other choice but to type the words "Game Over".

The next day.

Bowen got up early to go to school, while Lin Zian flapped his wings and followed behind bored.

The journey was uneventful and there were no accidents.

After Bowen entered the classroom, Lin Zian flew into a nearby family's house and "borrowed" a computer to look up relevant information about this world.

It has to be said that although there are not many mutants in this world, they are not as few as imagined.

Moreover, the status of mutants in human society is extremely embarrassing. On the one hand, most ordinary humans have a deep sense of distance from such genetic mutants, and they are extremely disgusted and even discriminated against.

But on the other hand, he admires the strong mutants, the tall superheroes.

At this time, a piece of news caught Lin Zian's attention.

[One of the top ten anchors of Blue Eye Live, Senior died unexpectedly during the live broadcast! ]

Lin Zian's heart moved, and he clicked on the title.

When I went in, it turned out that it was the big anchor Bowen killed two days ago, whose trachea was stuck by meatballs, pierced into the backyard by an air rod, and finally suffocated to death.

There was also a photo with a mosaic on the face. Although only the upper body could be seen, Lin Zian shook his head: "It's really miserable."

Scrolling down, it also mentioned that more than a dozen anchors who belonged to the same live broadcast platform also died one after another in the past two days, but only one name was mentioned.

At this time, demons danced wildly in the comment area.

"Oh my God, could it be that God heard my heart and killed most of the anchors I hate the most?"

"This is by no means an accident. They all died of homicide. We strongly urge the Bureau of Investigation to intervene in the investigation."

"I just bought the stock of Blue Eye Group, and because of this damn accident, the stock price fell, and I have lost millions! Fuck him *%&#￥......"

"I am an exorcist. What I want to tell you is that the Blue Eyes live broadcast has been invaded by a demon king who climbed out of the abyss of hell. If this demon king is not dealt with, all the anchors will die. The next thing to die is to watch the live broadcast Viewers, if you want to solve this demon, please private message my social account 736..."

"I would rather believe that there is a powerful mutant behind this than any demon."

"..."

It has to be said that no matter what, the people who eat melons often occupy the majority.

Among the thousands of speeches, except for a few dozens expressing regret, most people regard this as a game.

Lin Zian looked through other news and official speeches, and found that the current officials believe that these anchors died of accidents.

Although the number of names that Bowen recorded in his notes in the past two days has reached nearly [-], but because of their different causes of death, they did not attract any attention when they were placed among the people who died of accidents across the country.

"It seems that luck is still with you, Bowen."

Lin Zian smiled, closed the page, and continued to collect information about this world.

Although superheroes and super criminals seldom reveal their real names, Lin Zian can clearly find out their real names only with photos because of the eyes of death.

At the same time, he also used the hacking techniques he learned from the main world to sneak into certain niche forums to find successors for Death Note.

at this time.

United States Bureau of Investigation.

Several senior detectives are looking for the truth about the accidental death of the anchor in the past two days.

"Damn!"

One of the detectives looked away from the computer screen, reached for the coffee, but found that it was cold, and could not help complaining: "I have watched their live broadcast videos, just some accidents caused by arrogance and stupidity. What is there to investigate about the death incident?"

The detective next to him shrugged and replied: "Yes, usually the higher-ups won't order us to investigate, but you need to know who is standing behind them."

"Leave me alone, those damned capitalists! I've been working overtime from yesterday to today just because of their words."

"Okay, if you have time to say these things, you might as well find out if these death anchors are related."

"Relevance... They are all anchors, and they all have a large number of black fans. Maybe the murderer can be found among these people, if there is any."

"If you said this, you didn't say it. There are millions of black fans, let alone whether we have so many people. I'm afraid no one will want to pay for the money spent in the process."