【L月L】Inquisitor

Ye Shenyue rubbed the center of her brows, her eyelids slightly heavy.

The English textbook was spread out on the table, and on the left page was an illustration of a man pushing a boulder up a mountain.The line draft outlines his face very mottled, as if he is suffering from great pain.The right page is clean.The printed letters are densely packed, making people drowsy.

Ye Shenyue glanced casually.

What a boring and sad story.

He became more and more bored.Reason reminds himself that there are many important things to do, and he should cheer up.But in fact, he couldn't get any motivation at all.

So tired.

All of this originated from the vicious mischief of fate, and people have always had little ability to resist fate.Even Ye Shenyue seemed powerless at this moment.

Ye Shenyue raised her eyes, trying to find something to arouse his attention.

The sun is gradually slanting, and the sky is mixed with orange and blue, like an expensive paint randomly smeared on the sky, which looks exaggerated and unreal.The middle-aged teacher was wearing a wrinkled black suit and a pair of glasses as thick as the bottom of a bottle on his face. His cuffs were floating with a light gray, which may be the white ash left by chalk.He is a competent teacher, but the teaching level is really not excellent.He tried to tell the tragic fate of the man who pushed the boulder, but the reading was emotionless, and the pronunciation was even a little bad.Almost no one is listening to the class, only two or three students are writing hard.

Nothing could cheer him up.

Ye Shenyue was a little depressed.Once again, his thoughts uncontrollably slid towards the judgment of reality and illusion. Although he had already made a conclusion, this question was like a poppy, dancing its soft petals in the sun, luring everyone passing by.

He is not someone who is obsessed with this kind of problem.He is calm and rational, and his thinking is never swayed by emotions.He has always had a clear goal, he is too clear about what he should do and how to do it.

At this moment, it was just that his mind was a little wandering.

他本应该在2013年1月28日下午4时36分45秒死亡。

In fact, he did die.

He remembered it clearly, better than anyone else.

He was shot four times, one in the left shoulder, two in the stomach and one in the wrist, and was buried in a dilapidated warehouse in a port on the outskirts of Tokyo.

It was raining patter outside that day, the sky was very overcast, and the dark clouds weighed heavily on the chest, making it difficult to breathe.The fan on the top of the warehouse kept turning, and made a persistent noise because of rust.

When he ran out of the warehouse, the rain had stopped, the ground was full of potholes, and the air was filled with the smell of damp soil.The sun was about to set, and the sunlight was dazzling and warm.Blood flowed continuously down his arms and knees, and the sticky feeling made him very unhappy.But this unhappiness was only for a moment, and four holes were opened in his body, which was really painful.He could only grit his teeth and bear the pain, and the unhappiness passed in a flash.

He hid around like a lost dog, and finally couldn't run anymore.Or maybe he secretly felt that he had no way out, and buried himself in any abandoned warehouse.The rusty stairs lead crookedly to the dark place, with no end in sight.

He couldn't remember what he was thinking at that time, or he didn't think about anything at all.

He fell backward on the stairs, breathing like a battered bellows.He raised his head only to find that there was a huge hole in the roof of the warehouse, and the sunlight fell just like that.It was so harsh that it hurt his eyes.He suspected that he was hallucinating. He saw a sparkling water surface, and the light spots on the water surface were as beautiful as diamonds.

He vaguely saw a figure again, or it might be a hallucination again, or it might be that someone actually walked in to see him off for the last time.

But he lost too much blood and was too seriously injured.Everything in front of him turned into a blurred reflection, and he couldn't see anything clearly except those flickering spots of light.The eyelids were too heavy to open, and it was impossible to tell whether it was an illusion or a fact.

In fact, he didn't care at all.

Truth and falsehood, imagination and reality, are nothing but self-deception with no end in sight.

There was no sound around, only a faint light floating in the air, and he felt his heart in his chest making its final struggle.

It was so tenacious, so tenacious that he felt a little sad.

it's dark.

Spots and shadows have disappeared.

Too quiet.

He could no longer hear anything.

What a blessing it would be if it all ended here - and then fate picked up a gale and tore his little hope to pieces.

Ye Shenyue put away her schoolbag and left the classroom without looking back.He walked out of the teaching building all the way, the tennis team on the playground was training, and there were faces he knew but were not familiar with.They crowded together, as if they had heard some great news, and they laughed very heartily.The youthful and vigorous vitality all over the body can even wake up the hibernating buds in the frozen soil.

Ye Shenyue didn't stop, he just lingered on them for a while, and then moved away.

The distance between him and them was too great for time to leave a trace.

Ye Shenyue walked around to the back of the teaching building and sat on a bench next to the flower bed.Benches sit in the perennial shadow behind the teaching building.The temperature in Tokyo in winter is very low, and the freezing temperature makes people very uncomfortable.Since it is out of the sun for a long time, almost no one comes here in winter.

Ye Shenyue looked down at his watch and began to wait for 5 minutes.

This is his habit.

He didn't really feel anything special about the outcome of his death.Death is everyone's destination, even if his plan is successful, he will die in the end-but it won't end in such a dismal and miserable way.

After all, death is the natural and inevitable end of all human beings.

What he can't accept is his own failure, and he can't accept that he doesn't want to think about it at all.He knew that all this irrationality was caused by his arrogant self-esteem.

so what?

Soon, he didn't have a chance to bother about it - as he reappeared on December 2007, 12.

This is his 130th and seventh rebirth.

Of course Ye Shenyue thought that this was a prank by the God of Death.After all, when he was using the Death Note, Luke once told him that after death, a person can neither go to heaven nor hell, but can only lead to endless nothingness.But it is too ridiculous to punish in this form.He made many attempts to break out of this nightmare cycle, but without exception, they all ended in failure.

他最终都会在他23岁那年1月28日死于心脏麻痹，并于17岁那年12月20日——也就是他曾经捡到死亡笔记的那一天复活。

And in these 130 seven rebirths, he never picked up the Death Note again.

But he is a patient hunter who is willing to wait.

To be honest, Ye Shenyue doesn't know where her persistence, which is different from ordinary people, comes from. It may be instinct, or it may just be a life-saving straw that hangs on his reason.But there is one thing he knows better than anyone else - if he gives up, he will fall into the abyss beyond redemption.

Ye Shenyue looked down at his watch.

5 minutes passed and nothing happened.

Ye Shenyue was a little disappointed, but he quickly adjusted to the original, as always perfect self-sufficiency.

The sun slowly tilted to the right side of the teaching building, casting a heavy shadow, and the dividing line between sunlight and shadow tore a huge crack in the ground.The sky was very bright, and a black object could be vaguely seen falling rapidly.

And in the deepest part of the darkness, lay a black notebook quietly.

Ye Shenyue showed no expression, his fingertips trembled rapidly, but soon calmed down.He walked slowly towards the notebook, stepping on the dividing line with every step.The sun fell on him, and the golden color outlined his slender silhouette, but the shadows under his feet were stretched very long.

The hair on his forehead was scattered by the wind, and the blood-red light reflected in his eyes, like a blazing flame.Flame seizes everything to light, and abandons everything to carbon.

He bent down, and his figure merged with the huge shadow of the building.

Like Sisyphus standing in front of the boulder.