【L月L】Inquisitor

"So, what do you think of the videotape that KIRA sent to Sakuradai this time?"

"I think it's purely provocative..."

The anonymous doctor who claims to be an expert in criminal psychology and the handsome hostess on the left are sitting in the TV. His bloated body seems to be forcibly stuffed into the shrunken suit, and his facial features are crowded due to the limited area on his face. Make a ball.He domineeringly denounced KIRA's evil deeds loudly, and completely regarded himself as an envoy of justice.The professionalism of the hostess is excellent, her eyes are serious and serious, and she nods repeatedly to the speeches of the experts beside her, and her expressions match perfectly.

"This is a complete massacre! It is a massacre!"

The expert waved his stubby arms with difficulty, and the flesh on his face was shaking constantly because of his exaggerated movements, which reminded people of pigs being hung on a metal rack to be slaughtered.

"We call on citizens to boycott this criminal act!"

It is a pity that the "Declaration of Justice" he insisted on has not yet finished, as if he was stuck in the neck invisible, and the sudden stop is very ridiculous.Then his whole body twitched twice quickly, and fell behind the podium with a "plop", turning into a corpse.

Seeing this scene, Ye Shenyue suddenly burst into laughter, and he leaned back and forth in his seat laughing.

He kept laughing, his laughter was like an unstoppable storm.

He planted a seed.

Finally, it bloomed a black flower.

"I didn't expect Yue that you would be willing to go to Mi Haisha's signing event with me. I'm really happy."

"It's nothing, it's good to relax once in a while."

Akimoto was still the same, her slender hand was holding Ye Shenyue's arm, round fingertips, and a light white crescent moon printed on her flat nails.

Her cautious movements carried an unknown sense of awe, and her eyes were full of admiration and nostalgia.

"Yue, I carefully checked the 50 meters around you, only the woman you mentioned named 'Misora ​​Naomi' has been following you."

Luke was floating upside down on the left side of Ye Shenyue, its posture was a little distorted, its outstretched black wings cast a shadow on the asphalt road, and the ends of the feathers were like tiny mountain ridges, undulating up and down with its movements.

Ye Shenyue remained silent. He saw the glare of white light refracted by the reflector at the corner of the street. The raised mirror pulled and deformed his and Luke's bodies, like afterimages frozen in an unknown tunnel.In the lower left corner of the mirror, there is a blurry reflection trying to hide itself.

Naomi Misora's method is very clever, but Yagamitsu is even better.

She is looming, and her hair can be vaguely seen hanging over her shoulders.She in the mirror is like a frozen smear on the mirror, squeezed by the convex and deformed plane.

They walked hurriedly, behind her was just a shadow without a face.

Mi Haisha's first signing event since his debut was held on the seventh floor of a shopping mall, and the brokerage company put in a lot of effort in promoting it.You can see her huge poster posted on the floor-to-ceiling glass in front of the mall.She is sweet and lovely, with a youthful smile on her fair face.Resting her chin on her left hand, she looked at everyone passing by with a smile.

When Akimoto ran to LAWSON to collect tickets, Ye Shenyue stopped in front of this poster.

The appearance of her in the poster has not changed in any way from the one who came to the cafe at the appointment that day.

It was obvious that no one was laughing there.

Her gaze is like that of Marilyn Monroe in Andy Warhol's works, a patchwork of grainy spots, naked and dull.She tries to escape the past, which can still be seen in this commercially consumed photo.

The upturned eye tails are far-fetched, which may be a mechanical effect caused by the pulling of facial muscles.The brown contact lenses are a thick barrier, and the swirling and overlapping patterns cover her eyeballs, like sick lines.

The photos hanging in the art museum are for appreciation, but the posters posted on the street have become a pastime.Those faces that can be seen everywhere on the street seem to be wasting their lives and youth, but in fact they may just be sacrifices in another sense.

There were some hot shows in the venue first, and then it was time for Mi Haisha's signing.

She was buried in the crowd, and her busy figure could be seen in the gaps between figures.She shook hands with different people, bowed and thanked, like a non-stop robot.Fans swarm around her cramped desk, consuming her and spying on her.The human being becomes a bloated, mouth-spitting monstrosity, devouring her bit by bit.

But she is not a machine after all, and she still feels tired.

Fortunately, the mask on her face was strong enough, so that there would not be any gaps that people could take advantage of because of fatigue.The mask, though airtight, was her only reveal during the intermission, as her plodding steps toward the lounge.

The red high-heeled shoes have changed from exaggerated decorations to shackles. The heels seem to bear too much gravity, making her unable to walk. She can't wait to throw these shoes out the window in the next second.The wrist of her right hand trembled slightly from overused muscles, and she rubbed the palm of her other hand, trying not to look like a Parkinson's patient.

She lowered her head, exhaustion distracted her energy, and she didn't even notice a young man standing by the window in the lounge.

"Mi Haisha."

Hearing her own name, Mi Haisha turned around suddenly, her abrupt movement almost sprained her already almost numb ankle.Men have good looks, and it is human nature to have a good impression of good-looking people, even Mi Haisha, who has seen countless stars, is no exception.When she saw a man holding her CD in his hand, she only regarded him as her fan.

"Who are you? Non-staff members of this lounge are forbidden to enter."

The man seemed to have been in for a while, and ignored her advice.He pulled out a chair and sat in front of the dressing table.The cold light made the lines of his brows and eyes look lighter, only the eyes were very dark.He took out a piece of paper from an unknown notebook from his pocket and handed it to her.

There were only four words written on the paper - Shi Tianjiu.

The black writing was like a sharp knife, cutting up the mask on her face and piercing into her memory.She was startled at first, and subconsciously took a step back.

A bird was suddenly stuck in its throat, and it kept flapping its wings, struggling to break out of its throat.

"You, you are—"

Mi Haisha spat out two words with difficulty, but the man immediately covered her mouth.His fingers were cold and white, covering her lips like kissing a piece of ice.

"It's me," he said.

His voice was steady and soft, like fresh blood, re-injected into her throat.Warm blood flowed along the veins into the barely beating heart.

Looking forward to waiting for too long, now that this moment has really come, it seems that the hallucinations that bloomed suddenly caught people off guard, so that she felt in a trance.

Her lower lip couldn't stop trembling, and her warm breath fluttered against his fingers.She felt a warm touch on her cheek, she thought it was the water condensed from her breath, but later she found out that it was just her own tears.His right hand began to tremble again, it slowly and unconsciously lifted up, its fingers clenched, and it held his hand tightly.

She sank to the bottom of the water, as if thrown into a warm embrace.They surround her, enveloping her body.Everything in front of my eyes has turned into hazy light spots and color blocks that flicker, sparkling sunlight, and undulating waves.She saw her own reflection in his pupils, the cold white light seemed to be burning, and she was bathed in the center of the flames.

She opened her arms with a smile and hugged him tightly, like a wandering believer finally returning to the temple of belonging.

Ye Shenyue let Mi Haisha clenched her fingers tightly, hugged his arm and cried bitterly.

"Thank you...thank you..."

She sobbed, repeating the words over and over again.

Her blond hair trembled slightly, and her weeping sounded like the rustling of the wind passing through the leaves, constantly stirring her heart.He raised his arm as if to touch the top of her hair, but his movement always stopped at a short distance from the top of her head, and only his fingertips could feel the soft touch of the end of her hair.

The endless laughter of the god of death, the girl's curved back, supple shoulder blades, and trembling eyelashes.In the lost ruins, she worships an absent god devoutly and affectionately.

Ye Shenyue lowered her arms and said nothing.

For a long time, he could only see black and white.

This world is monotonous and pure, like a huge turntable, only time is slowly turning it.He looked at the rotation, he kept moving forward, but found that he was actually just going around in circles all the time, passing through black and then white, passing through white and returning to black again, it was a staggered day and night.

He thought it was just an upside-down world, but later he found that it was just an illusion.When he closed his eyes, the gray was overwhelming, and when he opened his eyes, it was still gray.

The thin gray seems to be covered by layers of people.It became more and more opaque, thick and dense fog was everywhere, like a sponge that had been squeezed dry, and as long as it was breathed, it would become cotton wool remaining in the nose and throat.

Carnival for killing, celebration of death, wishing on the devil—all this is like the writing of the absurd.The truth is wrapped in a golden coat, which makes people confused and happy, but it can't change any facts.It's a pity that the insiders in this world are hypocritical. They always cherish their own feathers the most. They are silent, hidden, and turn a blind eye.Just let others bear the brunt, so those poor people who are left have become all kinds of victims.They wept and begged the god not to abandon his people, but it never occurred to them that the god they claimed never existed.

From the beginning to the end, only the sincerity of these poor people is true, and this misplaced and true love is trampled in the dust.

"Is it worth it?" he asked.

He knew that his inquiry was futile, but he still wanted to give her the last chance to choose—after all, he was a hypocrite, and this hypocrisy must be carried through to the end.

Mi Haisha raised her head, her face was covered with a layer of white mist, and the eyeliner at the end of her eyes was blurred.Only the traces of tears hazy left a meandering trace on her white skin, like a black vine that kept climbing on her face.It bared its teeth and claws, and kept climbing, climbing into her black pupils.

"I'm a weak person, so all I can do is your eyes. Please use me, it's my little wish fulfilled."

She opened her eyes, which were clearly a pair of eyes capable of penetrating the length of life, but they were only black, the bottom of the sea where no light could reach.She was a blind person, and her love and affection sank into a bottomless pond in her sleep, never to wake up again.