【L月L】Inquisitor

Home is still the same as usual.

Mother had cooked the meals early, and saw Ye Shenyue walk into the house with a gentle smile on her face.

Yagami Sachiko is a typical Japanese woman.She is gentle and humble, and like most Japanese housewives, she has devoted almost everything to the family.She is a wonderful woman and a competent mother.

The younger sister stared at the flowing river and dry trees on TV and screamed non-stop. Her long black hair was tied back casually, looking a little messy.She hugged the cartoon-patterned pillow and laughed at the TV.

Ye Shenyue looked at Sayu ecstatically, as if she hadn't seen her bright smile for a long time.

In the end, Ye Shenyue couldn't notice Ye Shenyue's gaze, and was still immersed in his own happiness, like a childish child.

Day after day, year after year.

They play different roles for each other, like he has always been the one who bears the burden, and she is just enough to be a child.If it is said that Ye Shenyue occasionally had some unknown complaints about the crew, now he is very happy to act in his true colors.

After all, as long as she can still smile, nothing else matters.

At the dinner table, Zhuang Yu talked about what she had seen and heard at school, and her mother listened patiently as always, with a smile in her eyes.Then he seemed to turn his head to ask him something, Ye Shenyue didn't hear clearly, he said something casually, and then laughed too.

Some are false and some are true.

He was sitting here, very close to them, so close that he could see the lipstick secretly applied on the lips of Sayu.But it was far away, so far away that he seemed to be standing in front of a TV, and all the plots that had nothing to do with him were played on the screen.

There is still no father at the dinner table, he will always be an absent actor.Either late, or never.Even so, Yagami Soichiro is also his father.

yes father.

He sometimes doubts whether he is just a proud label for Yagami Soichiro-an excellent son, a capable assistant.

The so-called fatherly love - did it really exist?

The question haunted him throughout his childhood, and he stopped thinking about it afterward.Anyway, as long as everyone doesn't care, it means that it is not important at all.

The perfect family.

So perfect that it can only exist in ideas.Just like a delicate glass handicraft, any weak impact can easily destroy it.

Here, he is not the only actor, but the only audience.Forced to take an inexplicable script given by others, and play the murdered Joseph K on a stage with no applause.

Perhaps Joseph K was luckier, after all, one death was enough for him.

The bedroom was also the same as before, neat and clean, with almost no traces of habitation.Ye Shenyue turned on the switch of the white lamp on the desk, turned on the TV, took out the black notes from the schoolbag and spread them on the desk.

Death Note.

The black of the cover looks very ominous, and the crooked "DEATHNOTE" on it looks like some extremely bad printing.From the outside, it looks like a cheap prank prop.

In fact, it does appear to be useful for nothing but death's mischief.

Ye Shenyue held the paper between her fingers, flipping it back and forth at will.

It was densely filled with the names of people, and almost all of those people had never met him.There are also some who have met, but it is just a chance encounter.It can't be said that there is a deep hatred, but at most it is a conflict of interest.

If he had to say, there was only one name, which he didn't care about.

As for the others—regarding human life as worthless, that's probably the same thing.

Even now, nothing has changed in his mind.

The notebook is blank.

But he is not.

Even if life can be restarted, the memory of what has been done and experienced has never been deleted.Dead and back to life, life and back to death.After tossing so many times, these principles are still clear.

He always thought that he wanted to retrieve the note purely as a key tool to get rid of the status quo, especially when it was associated with supernatural factors-the god of death might know something very important clues.

According to the law he summed up, not everything will develop according to the original track.This is like the theory of parallel worlds, every fork in the road is a possibility, and every choice will lead to a different ending.According to his current summary and analysis, even if the rules of the Death Note have not changed as he expected, even the feel of the paper is exactly the same.Every step he made was the same as before, even if the previous threat was removed in advance, it was difficult to ensure that things would not deviate.

But now it seems that the reason why he wants to own the Death Note may not be as pure as he imagined.

All self-justification is a lie.

He will never forget his own failure - this shameful brand.

Ye Shenyue rubbed the paper, as if some magic spell was engraved on it, which made him unable to put it down.

"A bad bank robbery and homicide occurred in a bank in Shinjuku [-]-chome. The scene was very chaotic, and at least fifteen hostages were trapped in it..."

Ye Shenyue crossed his hands in front of his chest and leaned on the back of the chair, the cold white fluorescence of the TV floated in his pupils, his expression looked shockingly indifferent.He randomly took out a ballpoint pen from the pen holder on the table, and the slender body of the pen twirled rapidly between his fingers, like a fan that stopped and turned.

The desk lamp buzzed, the paper was glowing coldly under the lamp, and the horizontal line was like an elongated straight line on an electrocardiogram, without an end.

"The gangster made a request, and it has been confirmed that two hostages were killed, and the life status of the other hostages is difficult to confirm..."

Ye Shenyue was not surprised, the suspect's name and photo were announced on the screen.

His lips tightened into a line, and he stopped turning the pen.

There was a sudden gunshot on the TV, and the scene began to shake violently. There was a scream from the crowd, and the crowd scattered and ran away.Immediately afterwards, a man ran out from the door of the bank. The man waved his arms up and down and stumbled into the crowd.

His white undershirt was stained with blood, and there seemed to be something hanging on his body, but the camera was too far away to see clearly.

"Save me...save me—save me!!"

Ye Shenyue leaned closer to the screen, trying to see exactly what was hanging on his body, but only heard a loud "boom--" sound from the TV, and the screen turned into a snowflake.

As if he was startled by the sudden explosion, his wrist trembled quickly.

The ballpoint pen fell to the floor and rolled to the foot of the bed.

It's a bomb.

Taking hostages for suicide bombings is really vicious fun.

In this case, it is not difficult to imagine how bad the situation on the scene is.

Ye Shenyue bent down and picked up the pen that fell in the corner.

He had already remembered that person's name and appearance, and killing him was a piece of cake.

Do you want to kill?

Ye Shenyue's thinking time is very short, so short that it is not "hesitating" at all.

It could be only 1 minute, or even less than 1 minute.

The tip of the pen landed on the notes as light as a feather.The stroke of the brush is long, and the black ink twists and turns on the paper, penetrating through the back of the paper, leaving a broken trace, like an unfinished abstract painting.

The TV screen flickered quickly, and then the live report scene resumed.The reporter on the scene looked very embarrassed, his clothes were covered with dust, his face was not very good-looking, but he was in good spirits, "The latest news - just now, the gangster suddenly fell to the ground and fell into a coma for unknown reasons. All fourteen hostages were rescued ..."

Exactly 40 seconds.

He killed him like he killed a dog.