【L月L】Inquisitor

Mi Haisha doesn't like high-rise hotels, because there is always an urge to jump when looking down from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

In fact, it is difficult to see what the people below are doing from the 12th floor. They are too small, and the last thing that comes into view is the speeding cars and slow-moving people on the road.But the eye of death is different. It grants the owner the power to see the life span and the sharp eyesight of a falcon.

The TV in the hotel is broadcasting a news about the suicide of a female high school student.It is said that he stabbed himself in the throat with a fruit knife, and died due to excessive blood loss.

This is an all-too-common piece of Japanese news.

There is no mosaic in the scene inspection photos, because there is not even the body of the suicide in it, only a pool of crimson, dried blood, which represents the end of Doe and herself, and then there is no other meaning.

Rem stared at the TV screen, like the blank photo had an endless fascination for her.The crimson blood was reflected in the yellow pupils, and the crimson and trembling cold light interlaced, like a pool of dirt suddenly appearing in the snow.

"Why do humans kill themselves?"

Mi Haisha held up the binoculars in his hand, and Yue in the lens was sitting in front of the French window of Lanshan Bookstore, flipping through the book carefully.There are people coming and going around, but she hasn't found the target yet.

"Huh? You mean suicide?"

"Suicide? Is that how you describe it?"

She put down the binoculars, stretched out her hand and stuck it on the cold glass, "Suicide. Maybe it's hate. Hate everything—everything, including the most hated self. So I can only choose this way of revenge, but who is it? Is it me?" She said as if asking herself, "But they are all fragile and small people."

"It's really different."

"What's the difference?"

"Reaper and humans," Rem said, "Reaper will only commit suicide because of love...."

She turned her head, bright light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows.It was actually just weak sunlight, but the room was too dark, so the facial features seemed to melt in the shadow of the backlight, but the contours were soft and hazy, and the golden hair diffused little by little in the white light.

"Is that so...so romantic," she said with a smile, "it's not a bad way to die."

Ye Shenyue sat in BlueNote's club.Due to the activities held by the club, there is a constant stream of people coming and going today. The location of BlueNote is very unique. It is located at the gate of Qingshan Park. It is a busy area, but it is not at the intersection of the main road.There are almost no high-rise buildings around, except for the Hilton Hotel facing it.

This hotel also provides the best observation location for Mihaisha.

This geographical arrangement is undoubtedly the best location after his calculations. At the same time, he has been paying attention to the people around him. Now he has imprinted the faces of all the people in this bookstore in his mind.Naomi Minazora was sitting in a corner a little far away from him, and she should be able to observe her every move from her perspective.

There are also plainclothes police officers scattered around the park.There was a middle-aged man who seemed to be in a bad mood. He had been sitting on the outdoor seat at the entrance of the coffee shop, and his eyes were always looking towards him, as if he was paying close attention to his actions.His demeanor could make him feel like someone from the police, maybe someone L sent to cooperate with Naomi Misora's operation.Ye Shenyue doesn't care about these policemen, he still wants to use them as his own umbrella.

Ye Shenyue sat in the bookstore for a while, and the phone in her pocket was still silent, which proved that Mi Haisha hadn't found the target so far.

He was very sure that the judge would appear, but he was not sure how to appear.

This is an adventure and a game, any small mistake is fatal, but at the same time, the benefits obtained are also huge-the lives of each other.

The coldness of winter has gradually lost its strength. The rain a few days ago seems to have awakened the vitality of spring.There are also a lot of people visiting Qingshan Park. Groups of children run past the French windows in front of him, holding colorful balloons in their hands.Surrounded by balloons, various patterns are painted on them.I don't know which of the children didn't hold the thread tightly. The red balloon slowly rose into the air, and then was lifted by the wind, like a bubble that disappeared into the sky.

The girl who lost the balloon raised her head blankly, looked at the balloon that was getting farther and farther away from him, and cried aggrievedly.The children around her surrounded her, dazed and at a loss.

"do not Cry."

It was a young man who spoke.His back was very hunchbacked, he was wearing a white T-shirt and washed white jeans, he was pulling a pair of slippers on his feet, and he was holding an out of place balloon in his hand.

"It won't come back," he rubbed the child's hair, and stretched out his left hand towards her, "Look, what is this."

The girl stopped crying and looked at his palm curiously, with crystal teardrops hanging from the corners of her eyes.

"It's a balloon."

"Give it to you."

The girl raised her head cautiously, her voice was still crying, "...is that okay?"

He didn't speak any more, and put the string of the balloon into the girl's hand.The girl seemed very happy, and looked at him with a smile, "Thank you, big brother."

The young man who stood up again, his body was like a white solitary shadow.He stretched out his hand to try to block the direct sunlight above his head, and Ye Shenyue's face bumped into his dark pupils unexpectedly.

They looked at each other, and soon they staggered, like passers-by whose eyes met by chance.

Crowds of children came alive again, and they hurried past the young man, colorful balloons floating in mid-air, black shadows swaying over his face.

It's L.

Eyes are the sparks of summer, blooming and cooling down quickly.Ye Shenyue lowered her head again, and there were dense lines one after another on the white pages, like water marks left on glass, fully exposed in the sun.Those sharp-edged letters are overwhelming waves, bitingly cold.

Ye Shenyue tried to concentrate, her thoughts seemed to be taken away by a red balloon.It keeps going up and up and up.Ascending to the clouds, everything under your feet turned into ants, and then the temperature began to drop, the cold became solid, and layers of hoarfrost formed, covering the surface like spider webs.

The thin oxygen made him unable to breathe anymore, and he kept struggling upwards, stretching his arms towards the sky beyond the sky.There is nothing in his palm, in his body, nothing exists.

Then "snap", it shattered, but did not fall.Fragments of rubber are constantly blowing away in the wind.

Where should it go?

Ye Shenyue looked down and saw that his fingertips seemed to be trembling non-stop. He tried to use force, but found that his hands were not trembling at all - it was his eyes that were trembling.

The young man walked in towards Ye Shenyue from the door, and sat in the booth next to Ye Shenyue.He kicked off his shoes somewhat indecently, curled up with his knees, and squatted on the sofa seat.Stepping on the edge of the sofa with bare feet, he pinched the menu in front of him with his index finger and thumb.

"Hello, I want one of all the desserts above."

The waiter was taken aback for a moment, and soon put on a professional smile again, "Are you sure it's all of them?"

"Yes."

There were already people around who turned their gazes to this strange young man, and their indifferent and curious gazes only stayed for a few seconds before staggering away.

"What book are you reading?"

Ye Shenyue turned her head when she heard the sound, and the young man was staring at him with dark eyes, with a metal fork in his mouth and a piece of cake in his hand.He willfully leaned forward in front of Ye Shenyue, pushing Ye Shenyue aside, as if he was completely unaware of his impolite behavior.

"It turned out to be the original English version of "1984". You are amazing."

"……thanks."

"But I don't like this book." He sat next to Ye Shenyue, the shadow of his side face was reflected in the glass, and the blue color in his eyes was as thick as blood that had not yet dissipated after being hit hard.The wooden high stool at the bar was very small, and he still curled up on it with difficulty and stubbornness.

In a sense, this action is also a superb skill.

"What 'doublethink' is, in my opinion, there is no need to be so troublesome at all. Just do it, and eradicate dissidents. Anyway, they don't know what to do. If you are not happy, just 'bang'-explode Crush." ​​He laughed again as he spoke, and suddenly opened his hands excitedly, making a very exaggerated movement.

His words were illogical, talking nonsense like a lunatic, but his tone was unbelievably indifferent.

After all, the sickle is still a sickle after changing its appearance. It reaps and reaps.The severed heads were built into a tall tower, and the dripping blood interweaved into rain.The thin blade is no longer sharp, it is decayed, eroded by time, covered with scales of rust, iron filings and coagulated blood falling down.

It is not judgment, it is not redemption - it is simply harvest.

He kept laughing, then stopped abruptly.There was still darkness in the pupils, as if all the emotions were dissolved in it.Empty as if there was nothing there, only to be filled with nothingness.

At that moment, Ye Shenyue felt that the person in front of her was not L at all, he was another Luke in L's skin.

"Do you think so?"

"Yeah, but he was right about one thing," he pointed to the book, "'Let's meet in a place where there is no darkness' I never believed it. I don't know where that place is , but I want to keep looking. Even if I don't believe it, I'm going to keep, keep going."

"Even if you pay all the price?" Ye Shenyue asked.

He didn't answer, but asked rhetorically, "Do you believe that such a place exists?"

Familiar and unfamiliar, like an ever-changing geometric figure, they constantly intersect and rotate.

Ye Shenyue began to feel suspicious, and he kept questioning his memory. Is this the case?What he should be—but the presence of the word "should" is doomed to be a mistake.He tried hard to recall, trying to use memory to construct an image of L.However, the dissociated memory is powerless, all he can remember are blanks and those meaningless impressions that he forged without authorization.And even these poor impressions are rejected by reality, becoming something unknown, unable to move forward, and unable to retreat.

"Who knows," he said.

He couldn't see whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with this obviously perfunctory answer, he just put the desserts one by one in front of Ye Shenyue, "Thank you for talking to me, these are my treats for you."

"Thanks, but I don't like sweets."

"I see, what a pity."

He showed a troubled look, and simply dug out a small piece of each of those desserts and stuffed them into his mouth.All the desserts are missing a part, which is clearly the childish behavior of children.

"What time is it?" he asked chewing.

Ye Shenyue looked down at her watch, "[-]:[-]."

The cream in the shape of a bear whose head had been dug out collapsed and dissolved, turning into an unknown puddle of mud.He looked at his "masterpiece" and smiled with satisfaction.He raised his hand to block the glare of sunlight through the window, the arcs of his fingers cast a shadow on his pale face, and then casually glanced out of the window.

"In order to repay you, let me tell you a secret, Ye Shenyue."

He straightened up again, his back was still overly bent, and his shoulder blades protruded in an inconspicuous arc.He stood beside Ye Shenyue, and lightly placed his palm on Ye Shenyue's shoulder, as if to brush off the dust on his shoulder.

He bent down and pressed against Ye Shenyue's ear, breathing the gentle wind in the wilderness.

"I'm KIRA," he said.

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