A New Character Every Month

In addition to the sound of the server ringing, there is only the sound of the pen falling on the notebook.

swish swish—

People who don't know will think that this is a student who is trying to review or catch up with homework.

hours later.

Snapped!

Helen finished writing a name again, and slapped the pen heavily on the table.

He picked up the water glass and took a sip, then stretched out his left hand and gently squeezed his tired right hand.

"Today's task is completed."

Helen's body seemed to collapse suddenly, she leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and closed her eyes.

Lin Zian casually threw the apple core to the trash can aside, and said casually, "It's a bit slow."

Compared with the few Death Note holders he had seen before, Helen's writing speed was obviously a few beats slower.

"If I use all my strength, I can double my speed, but that won't do me any good."

Helen didn't even open her eyes, and explained: "In addition to making my hands unable to write for the next few days, it will also affect my work during the day, and even be seen by outsiders as abnormal."

"By comparison, if the speed is slowed down, one name every six seconds, ten in a minute, and six hundred in an hour."

"If you take a break in the middle, there are about [-] in an hour, and if you spend five hours a day, that's [-]."

After a pause, she continued: "It won't put too much burden on my hands, but it's enough to complete my plan."

Lin Zian shrugged and said nothing.

Although the Death Note was not in his hand, he could clearly perceive how many names were written on it.

No more, no less, until the one Helen stopped writing, a total of [-].

And at this time, it has only been four hours and 53 minutes since she wrote her first name, and there are still nearly 7 minutes before the end of the five hours.

It had to be said that Helen was much smarter than those holders who just got the Death Note and couldn't wait to use it.

"There are still 22 days, time flies so slowly."

The interest in Lin Zian's eyes grew stronger, he took out an apple, and bit into it hard.

While the spectator perspective is nice, it can feel a bit boring most of the time without being able to participate in it yourself.

A few minutes later, Helen walked out of the basement, lay down on the bed in the bedroom and fell into a deep sleep.

After only three hours, she woke up refreshed.

Combined with the two hours of sleep she gets before going to the basement at night, and one hour of fragmented sleep during the day, she only needs six hours of sleep in 24 hours to keep her spirits high throughout the day.

This kind of high-quality sleep is an excellent talent in itself, and it is difficult for ordinary people to achieve it even after training.

There are 2 hours more than ordinary people every day, which is 730 hours a year, which is equivalent to one month more available time.

But this kind of talent is beyond the reach of many people.

The sun sets and the moon hangs high.

The time had just crossed zero and came to the next day, the sound of writing and writing scribbled again in the computer room.

Still five hours, still [-] names.

The same goes for the third day.

And then the fourth day, the fifth day...

Helen's daily schedule is no different from usual, but this time she deliberately showed it to outsiders.

In fact, she spends two hours during the day writing the time of her death.

As soon as midnight passed, she would start writing names.

No one would have imagined that such a beautiful technology house would weave a "bomb" in the dead of night that would detonate more than half a month later.

Soon, the time came to No.20 for three days.

In the early hours of the morning, eight hours had passed since the first day I wrote my name on the Death Note.

In other words, twelve hours later, that is, the peak meal time at twelve o'clock at noon.

The first batch of people who were written in notebooks will die one after another.

However, Helen changed slightly when she wrote her name today.

The time of death written on the Death Note during the day is not 540 hours, but twelve hours.

In other words, twelve hours later, the number of people who will be killed by the Death Note today will not be 2500, but 5000.

Five hours later, Helen put down her pen.

She closed her eyes and let out a breath, leaning her back against the armchair, and said to herself, "Sister, it's almost a month..."

"Is it worth using so many people for revenge?"

After watching Lin Zian for a long time, he suddenly spoke.

Helen said without turning her head: "The people whose names I wrote down are all serious criminals. Their death will not only make society better, but also save some money for taxpayers, and it will also increase my revenge." The odds, isn't it worth it?"

A faint smile appeared on Lin Zian's face: "How do you know that there are no innocent people among them? Machines can make mistakes, let alone people who sentence them to prison."

"Someone has to make sacrifices, and sacrificing them is better than sacrificing those who abide by the law, and they can only blame themselves for their bad luck."

Helen opened her eyes and said with a serious face: "And Mr. Lin, I'm afraid you are happy to see this kind of thing, otherwise you should have spoken out the first moment you knew about my plan."

Lin Zian denied: "That must be your illusion. Although I am a god of death, I also have compassion. The worst thing is that someone dies in front of me. And the reason why I say it now is that my reaction arc is a bit long. .”

"Twenty days long reaction arc?"

Helen muttered to herself and stopped talking.

Through these days of getting along, she knew that although this god of death named Lin had a fierce appearance and would change his cold face from time to time, most of the time he was gentler than many people she had met.

If he was just an ordinary person, she might not be able to help but want to have a deep friendship with him.

Because of this, she dared to make some small jokes, but it was limited to this.

"Um~ah~"

Suddenly, Helen let out a gasp.

I saw that her hands and upper body were stretching back as far as possible, and the high peaks were getting taller and straighter, and the graceful curves displayed were enough to attract the attention of any man.

Lin Zian looked over calmly, with a faint smile still on his face.

The picture in front of him did not arouse any desire in him.

And being in the same room for so many days, he even had the experience of seeing her naked several times.

But it is well known that the primordial impulse of man originates from a certain organ.

And as the god of death, he doesn't have that organ, so naturally he doesn't have primitive impulses.

As for the original impulse engraved in the depths of his soul, not to mention that he has seen better women in other mission worlds, but the main world where all the handsome men and women have greatly improved his taste, so there will be no This urge.

"It's not the smartest of holders, but it might be the best fit."

Lin Zi'an thought in his heart, according to Helen's plan, if everything goes well, she will complete her revenge within a month.

And his system tasks may also be completed within a month.

In fact, writing the names of ordinary people on the death note is already difficult to improve the progress of the task.

Most of the progress in the past six months has been contributed by mutants.

The longer the lifespan of a mutant, the greater the rate of increase in mission progress once the lifespan is harvested by the Death Note.

Moreover, it is ten times and a hundred times longer than ordinary people with the same life expectancy.

For example, if a mutant needs to be exchanged for a hundred ordinary people, then the progress of the mission after killing the mutant is equivalent to one thousand or even 1 ordinary people.

It's a pity that he can't explain this clearly, or even induce it.

Otherwise, no matter how many names the informed holder writes on the Death Note, it will not help the progress, and they can only choose to change the holder.

"Get some sleep, eat a good breakfast, and then get on with the work at hand, and the time is almost there."

Helen planned today's plan, stood up, picked up the notebook and was about to close it.

But she suddenly paused, turned to the front page, looked at Lin Zian and said, "Mr. Lin, nearly one-third of the names in the Death Note were written by the same person, can you tell me who this person is?" ?”

With a smile in his eyes, Lin Zian said lightly, "Who are you talking about?"

"The one who wrote these names."

Helen turned the inside page of the notebook to Lin Zian, pointed to the names on it, and waited quietly for a reply.

Lin Zian looked at it, and said thoughtfully: "Hmm...it seems to be written by a man."

Helen shook her head and said, "I want to know his specific identity. A person who can write down so many names is absolutely impossible to be an ordinary person, but I haven't found anyone who meets the requirements on the death arrest list released by the Investigation Bureau." people.

Immediately, she hesitated for a moment and asked, "Isn't he still dead?"

Lin Zian whispered softly: "He is indeed not dead, so I can't tell you his real identity. The only thing I can tell you is that he is a man, and his appearance is very in line with your human aesthetics, and he is the only one in this world. A perfect human being who combines truth, goodness and beauty.”

He sighed softly, slowly lowered his head and said, "A perfect person like him should not have come into this world. He deserves a better world and a better life. It's a pity."

Helen blinked, and said suspiciously: "Mr. Lin, you must be talking about you, right?"

She couldn't help being suspicious, this accounted for nearly one-third of all the names in the notebook, and it wasn't written all at once.

In between, there have been several different handwritings.

In other words, in the middle, there have been several holders of the Death Note.

And the only person who can use it among these several holders, except for this god of death who claims to have lost the Death Note, she really can't think of anyone who can do it.

"First of all, I am not a human being, but a god, the god of death!"

Lin Zian pointed to his face and said, "Secondly, do you think my face fits your human aesthetics?"

Helen didn't speak, but just looked at Lin Zian, the suspicion on his face was almost uttered.

Lin Zian also stared at him calmly, without any abnormalities in his eyes.

After half a minute.