【L月L】Inquisitor

The mobile phone on the table vibrated constantly, and the words "unknown number" flashed on the display screen for the caller ID.Ye Shenyue knew very well that the person calling him was L.He picked up the phone and looked at it for a while, as if thinking and pretending to hesitate.Then he opened the flip cover and connected the phone.

He held up his mobile phone, thinking that he was about to usher in the electronic voice of the voice changer, but unexpectedly, L did not do so.Ye Shenyue tried to find the voice of L a long time ago from memory, but it was like a broken vinyl record, spinning constantly, but there was no sound at all.

He couldn't retrieve the memory of the voice, he only vaguely remembered that it was a lazy feeling.So much so that hearing his voice again at this moment, there is a strange feeling of nostalgia and freshness.

It's like a jigsaw puzzle completely put together, which makes people feel happy for a moment, and then feel regretful.

"Ye Shen, you are really excellent, so good that it bothers me a little."

It seems that the word "still" can be used to describe his hoarse and deep voice, as well as the sense of lackluster sleepiness that can never be shaken off.

"Is it all my fault too, L?"

The other party chuckled twice, "No, I definitely didn't mean that."

"Illegal surveillance is a violation of human rights. I think you know this better than I do."

"So, you want me to remove all the monitors?"

"No, it's not." Ye Shenyue said.

This is surprising, L thought.

"Since you did this, you must have your father's approval. It doesn't matter if I have any opinion on it. I just want to know how long the monitoring will last-even if you have voyeurism, I'm not an exhibitionist. "

"You haven't?"

"I didn't." Ye Shenyue said.He raised his eyebrows proudly, looking a little arrogant, "But whether you have, I don't know."

"Voyeurism? Maybe." L admitted frankly.

Pale fingers gripped the metal spoon, stirring the coffee.An unattainable tower of white boxes of syrup, precariously toppled, like a futuristic contraption that is dangerous but never topples.

"About surveillance, even I can't give you an exact time frame."

"So we can only wait until I am completely free from suspicion?"

"That's probably what it means. However, if you are willing to join the search team, Night God, the time may be shortened. How about it, think about it?"

To his surprise, Ye Shenyue declined his invitation with almost no thought.

"Thank you for your kindness, but—sorry, I decline."

"...would you like to share the reasons for your decision?"

"Actually, there is no big reason," Ye Shenyue said.

"I just think -- about KIRA, maybe it's not all a bad thing."

L didn't have any special reaction to this sentence, he calmly put the stirring metal spoon on the porcelain plate at the bottom, and drank the coffee in one gulp.Instead, it was Yagami Soichiro who was sitting next to him—obviously, he also heard Yagami's "amazing" conclusion.A deep gully was squeezed between the eyebrows, and the black eyebrows seemed to be pressed by thick clouds on the eyes, and the expression seemed to be restrained and as if he was enduring a kind of shame.

He knew very well that Ye Shenyue expected his father to hear these words, and he might have deliberately rebelled and challenged his father's authority.It may also be simply to state your own opinion and find an excuse for your refusal.

L couldn't say which was the reason, but he felt that it might be a combination of both.

"So, you think KIRA is just?"

Ye Shenyue neither affirmed nor denied.He just confessed,

"I'm just saying that the result of this matter is not bad. As for the means and methods, who cares? If everything can be clearly defined, either evil or good, it is too simple and boring."

When he said this, there was a taste of sarcasm, which sounded like a sting, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.But if you distinguish carefully, you will find that it is actually a cruel self-mockery.

But no one found out.

"You're right, maybe it is. But I still can't approve of KIRA's behavior."

"yes."

Lies, endless lies.How many lies can a person weave with extraordinary creativity in his life.

The truth is always naked, and naked things are always shameful for no reason, and lies are a pitiful fig leaf.But no matter how gorgeous the rhetoric is, it cannot change the fact that it is a fig leaf.

Paradoxically, lies must exist.

If it disappears, the fragile, fragile connection between people is severed, and they reveal ugly faces, each other's ugly appearance of salivating and devouring each other.It sounds like some kind of bad horror story plot, but it's real, more real than anything.

But now he hated it.

It's like talking to yourself in the distant past, and time has passed too long, and the memory has become unreliable.In order to maintain the last decency, he still has to show a fake smile and perform a disgusting reunion performance.

"You know what, L," Yagami said,

"Don't talk about 'justice', maybe it's not that you can't approve of KIRA at all, you just want to catch him-you just like to chase."

When L heard this sentence, he was pinching the cake on the edge of the plate with his index finger and thumb, and then retracted his fingers like an electric shock.Part of the white frosting that covered it was peeled off, revealing the rock-like rough base of the cake underneath, like a piece of trampled snow.

The icing-wrapped cake he was chewing was deprived of all vitality, and turned into a mummy mixed with eggs, flour and sugar in his mouth.He swallowed dryly, only to realize that it was not the cake that had spoiled, but his own sense of taste had lost its function.

I don't know when it started, a thread suddenly appeared in his heart.

This thread is constantly swaying, swinging from side to side like a swing.But the strange thing was that there was no wind at all, and the thread swayed on its own.It seems to relieve the loneliness of having nothing, and it also seems to be wandering and wandering.

He can only watch from a distance, not daring to approach.Because it is fragile, it will break at any time.He knew it, so he chose not to touch it.He would be curious too, because he had no idea what it was.But he could only stand here, quietly watching its swaying afterimage.

Sometimes he will be lonely, but more still doubts.But doubts are destined to have no answers, so he can only look elsewhere, looking for answers to those questions.

"Yes, Night," he heard himself say.

"You are right."

It's an unexplained sense of familiarity, as if they've known each other from time immemorial.This feeling came out of nowhere. He was trying to dissect Ye Shenyue, but found a familiar face on the lying person.

"night God."

"how?"

"Did we know each other before?"

Yagami saw the last light disappear from the floor.

The spreading lines completely turned into rolling waves, and the waves rose and fell.And he was standing in the sea, the rain made his whole body wet, and the edges of his temples were sticking to his cheeks, a little itchy.The cold water slowly climbed up his shins to his knees, then over his chest and shoulders, and finally he was completely submerged in the frozen, salty water.

The dark sea seems to eat the sky, and the ambitious water stirs restlessly.He was imprisoned, then dragged away, farther and farther from the shore, but the sky was at hand.

He turned around and saw a man standing on the shore.

The man stood in the drizzle, with his left hand bent into an arc, held up to his ear, foolishly using his own left hand as a megaphone to listen.

Then the man laughed, as if he had finally found his voice.

He was curious because he couldn't hear anything.

But soon he couldn't care about these things anymore, his body was swaying in the waves, sinking and floating at the boundary between air and water, like a kite with a broken string, or duckweed drifting with the current.The man has also become a blurred, tiny particle, a small rest on the blank staff, and the bent arm is a meaningless extended mark.

Broken vinyl, forever spinning silently.

He stared at the distant shore, his eyes tearing and lingering.

It is said that fish have only a few seconds of memory, of course, this is just a rumor that lacks scientific basis.But he suddenly felt that this might be true—they were all too far away from the shore, the shore of memory that could never return.

"Maybe," he said.

L looked at Ye Shenyue on the monitor screen. When he said this, there was nothing particularly noteworthy on his expression, but his voice was very soft, as if the energy of the passing signal had been reduced, and it only reached his ears. Slow breaths remain.

Ye Shenyue was obviously still the top student he met for the first time.The characteristics of approachability and indifference and alienation are repeatedly intertwined and separated in him, and he is constantly hale and hearty with an extremely restless double image, which is so contradictory that it makes people feel uneasy.

L wanted to say something, but found that Du pushed the door and walked in, and made a quiet gesture towards him, as if there was something important to inform him.

L could only temporarily mute the phone, "Du, what happened."

"Liuhe, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I think you need to watch this." Du handed over the black videotape in his hand, "It's the declaration that KIRA sent to Sakura TV just now."