【L月L】Inquisitor

Black curtains cut out all daylight completely.The room was pitch black, only the night lamp was shining with a faint warm light, climbing along the carved pattern on the bedside.There are more than a dozen pieces of rock sugar scattered on the solid wood coffee table, like the ruins of a tower that was piled up together suddenly.

L lay on his back on the bed, most of the gray quilt fell on the floor.He stared at the ceiling, his eyes were a little chaotic, as if he hadn't completely woken up from his dream.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have had a very chaotic dream.

Most of the pictures are grotesque fragments and blurry scenes that are constantly shaking. He is running in a dark alleyway, and the light of the street lamp above his head seems to be pulled out as a scratch.It was very quiet everywhere, he could only hear his own rough breathing.Then he seemed to trip over something suddenly, and just as he closed his eyes and prepared to accept the bloody ending, he unexpectedly fell into a cold embrace.

Then he woke up.

The moment he woke up, sleep seemed to be cut off abruptly, making him dizzy.He has always paid great attention to the quality of his rest, and this unpleasant feeling has not happened in almost ten years.

Maybe it's because of the bad mood, he thought.

The death of eleven FBIs really hit him hard, not only in terms of investigation strength, but also in terms of emotional impact.Although the investigation of the KIRA incident itself has great risks, in this matter, as the commander-in-chief, he must bear part of the responsibility.He also had to admit that in this contest, he lost to KIRA.

The negative impact of this incident has also gradually emerged. Many people in the Japanese police have submitted resignation letters and asked to withdraw from the investigation based on the consideration of personal safety.Now there are only a handful of people he can call.

KIRA did not act immediately after the FBI entered Japan. It was nothing more than allowing the FBI to expand the scope of the search while reducing the chance of being suspected.During this period, someone in the FBI must have had contact with KIRA.Based on this analysis, Naomi Misora, as the only survivor, seems to have the greatest possibility of contacting KIRA.

"Liuhe, Naomi Misora ​​has arrived."

L uses the remote control to turn on the monitor screen in front of him, and the woman on the screen is walking through the corridor of the hotel.She was dressed in black like a shadow.The top light cast a heavy shadow on her facial features, her face was expressionless, and her eyes were as cold as the cold light on a sharp knife.

She looked up at the monitor in front of her, "Hello L, I'm Naomi Misora. You must know me, so I won't say more. I need your help, and you need my help."

L's thumb rested on his lower lip, rubbing it repeatedly.He watched the woman carefully.Almost as soon as she showed up, he made a decision - Naomi Misora ​​could not betray the FBI.She is a proud woman with an astonishingly strong soul beneath her soft face.He could hardly see any dejected look of losing her beloved on her face, even though a kind of oppression and heaviness still lingered on her body.

She put all her eggs in one basket and turned herself into a sharp sword into his hands.

"Hello Naomi Misora, please come in."

Naomi Misora ​​pushed open the wooden door in front of her, and there was no one in the room.A computer was placed upright on the table, and a comfortable-looking European-style carved seat was placed opposite the computer.The computer screen was all white, and a huge black Gothic letter appeared in the center of the screen - L.

"I'm sorry to communicate with you in this way. My suspicion of you has not been completely dispelled. I hope you can understand, Miss Nansong."

The weird electronic sound came out crookedly from the mini speaker next to the computer, full of coded and synthesized indifference and alienation.

Naomi Misora ​​is used to this kind of trick - when B first came to the FBI, he also "meeted" all of them in this way.This may be the hallmark quirk of geniuses.Perhaps in order to maintain their own mystery and safety, they are never willing to show their faces, and they seem to always be hidden in the dark.If L had a normal conversation with her, she would doubt the authenticity of the other party's identity.

"I totally understand."

"Thank you. Let's cut to the chase - please do tell us your thoughts on this incident, I want to hear from you."

Naomi Misora ​​lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered slightly like the wings of a butterfly.The ring on the ring finger shone with metallic luster, and the sharp edges and corners of the diamond seemed to cut open countless spaces inside, containing infinite power.She looked up, and the light from the screen formed a strange light source in her eyes, which looked like stars flashing by in the dark night.

"All of our mission personnel did not know the identity of the fellow agents. That day, almost everyone received the detailed information of this mission at the same time. This is a high-level secret that only the upline has. If you have to ask why I became Such a 'lucky guy', it's better to say-although this is just my feeling, I think... Ray protected me."

"You think RayPenber is the one who made contact with KIRA."

"That's right. If it was anyone else, I wouldn't be standing here. Also, I carefully watched the surveillance video of Ray riding the Yamanote Line. He had an envelope in his hand when he entered the subway gate, but the last The envelope disappeared. I think that's also very suspicious."

L struggled to stir the mountains of sugar lumps in the coffee cup, and he put a donut wrapped in a large piece of frosting into his mouth.The sweet and greasy aroma diffused in his mouth, which seemed to drive his brain to work.

Naomi Misora ​​is a very capable detective, and her ideas coincide with his.If KIRA can obtain information from any FBI agent, it is not difficult to guess that Naomi Misora ​​survived because her information was deliberately hidden, and RayPenber is the most likely person to hide the information. Candidates.But L still has doubts in his heart, or a kind of worry-on the other hand, Naomi Misora ​​may also be the handle that KIRA deliberately left behind.Perhaps KIRA has already guessed that Naomi Nansora will come to him for help, and it is undoubtedly a double-edged sword for him to use Naomi Nansora again at this time.

If KIRA's ability is not limited to this - if KIRA can control people's behavior - the idea of ​​the Arabian Nights flashed through L's mind, probably because it was too absurd to realize, and he quickly gave up the idea Idea Possibilities.But he was still careful to hide the speculation in a corner without killing it entirely.

"Miss Nankong, so your suspicions are mainly focused on the people RayPenber has investigated."

"Yes."

"I have to praise your judgment in this regard. According to the report submitted by RayPenber before, the targets he is responsible for investigating are Deputy Director Kitamura and Director Yagami. I have obtained their permission and will install it in their homes in three days. Monitors and monitors, if KIRA is among them, maybe they will be caught. On the other hand, I hope you can cooperate with me, Miss Misora."

"Are you planning to monitor and monitor me?"

"It's just a communication device, you can still move freely."

"No problem, I will fully cooperate with your work."

"I'm glad to hear your promise. Please don't worry about the order your boss gave before. I will greet him. Although I think you have realized it, I still have to say one more thing—I hope you can understand this too. the dangers of the operation."

Naomi Misora ​​crossed her legs, clasped her hands on her knees, and leaned back on the back of the chair.It was a rather relaxed pose, and she smiled slightly, "L, I can get in touch with you, I think you understand the implications of this. If my presence can make any progress in your investigation, whether it is for you To me, it will be meaningful—even if my death during this period allows you to rule out or lock in a suspect, that's enough."

"In this life-and-death game, anyone who fails has no chance to start over. You know this better than me."

As she spoke, the corners of her mouth suddenly drooped, leaving only a blank face.

L was silent, he knew the meaning of Naomi Misora's words, but he still felt emotionally uncomfortable.Everyone who confronts KIRA puts their life and death at risk, he understands her behavior, but he still doesn't like Naomi Misora's self-destructive devotion, he feels at a loss in this way.

He suddenly felt a little envious of KIRA - if KIRA was in his current position, he would be ruthless enough to not have any extra psychological burden in this regard.

"Then, I will start the investigation again from Ray's last investigation object - Yagami's house. If there is anything suspicious, I will report to you in time."

"It's work."

Misora ​​Naomi nodded and said nothing.

She thought L would end the call at this point, but the computer screen was still on.The white background made her think of an endless ice field, and groups of crows landed on the twisted dead trees in the center, and the black was connected into a hazy shape.

L seemed to be deliberating, but he finally spoke.

"I have one more question. It may be a bit rude, but I still want to know your answer—do you want to kill him?"

"Who?" she asked subconsciously, and soon she realized it was KIRA.

"I would love to do it, but I won't," she said. "Me and KIRA—we are different and never will be. The act of taking someone's life for any reason other than extreme circumstances is a Inexcusable, even if he is guilty, he should be brought to court for trial."

"I'm glad you can say that."

"I have my own professional bottom line, you don't have to worry about that."

"Looking forward to our cooperation, Miss Misora."

"Me too, I hope to catch KIRA as soon as possible."

The computer screen went off, and Naomi Misora ​​saw her reflection appear on the black screen.

Her appearance hasn't changed much from before, but she knows that she will never wake up again.Maybe it was the moment RayPenber died, maybe it was the moment she put the ring on.In short, everything here is just an illusion, and what you say are all self-deceiving lies.

She had never been so eager to kill a person—raised the gun at him, smashed his head with bullets, and bloomed bloody flowers.The image played over and over in her mind, and it was as haunting as the moment when Ray stepped out of the subway and collapsed.

But she knows she can't.

There is still an impenetrable dam in her heart, the waves are rolling, and the sky is being turned upside down by roaring storms and thunderclouds.It takes each attack painfully, but still stands strong.On the other side of the embankment, golden sunflowers bloom.It withered and bowed its head, as if it could no longer find the sun.

She struggled to guard the barren square inch, but she didn't dare to look back, and she didn't dare to think.

The open windows of the balcony rolled up the cold wind, and the curtains were blown up, like an old cloak constantly billowing in the air.The gray sky was covered with broken clouds, the temperature was getting colder, and the snow condensed and drifted silently in the sky.

L was still squatting on the chair, the screen he was staring at was empty, only an empty chair.

"She's an excellent police officer."

"Yes, Du. But guarding the bottom line is not entirely a good thing."

Du poured the freshly ground coffee into the cup in front of L, and the white hot steam continuously came out of the cup.

"Why do you say that?"

L used his thumb and forefinger to pinch the scattered candy on the coffee table, held it up in front of his eyes, and kept turning it at a subtle angle. The white was crystal clear, like a frozen ice crystal.

He let go suddenly, and the white sugar cube fell into the swirl in the coffee cup, splashing a black flower.

"Because it's too painful—it's both love and a prison, and the repression of hate is always more desperate than the venting of hate."