【L月L】Inquisitor

The phone in my pocket vibrated.

Ye Shenyue's tight shoulders finally relaxed, and he felt relaxed, but this mood was not pleasant.

For a moment, he felt a little dazed.

Thoughts seem to be floating in mid-air that cannot land, and the heart in the chest is like a powerful iron fist, hammering the thoughts like cotton wool.

So he was still sitting on the seat, with the dessert left for him by the youth in front of him.The white cream melted into a puddle of greasy unknown matter in the sun, like snow mixed with mud, sticking to the cake base.

He looked at it with sudden interest.I picked a whole piece, inserted a corner of it with a fork and put it in my mouth.The sweet and greasy aroma filled the mouth, and there was a slippery feeling between the lips and teeth, adhering to the tongue coating and inner wall, like a disgusting adhesive.

Ye Shenyue raised the lemonade next to her hand, the transparent water divided the sunlight into different colors, and the water line undulated restlessly.He stared at it, then gulped it down.

Farewell, Rem.

The phone in my pocket vibrated again.

Finally, Ye Shenyue stood up and picked up the book on the table.The clouds in the sky flow slowly, and the sun disappears and reappears.He raised his head, his soft eyebrows and eyes stood up again, and there was a curved line on his jaw.He naturally took out the phone from his pocket, stroked the sunken gap on the side, and opened the top cover of the phone with a "snap".

"Excuse me, are you Ye Shenyue?"

It was the middle-aged plainclothes policeman who spoke.

Ye Shenyue clenched the cell phone in his palm, and he looked at the middle-aged man who interrupted him.

The gray hair has lost its luster, like dry grass that has been drained of vitality, piled up messily on the top of the head and on the sides of the sideburns.However, the peak of the eyebrows was strangely lifted up reluctantly, showing awe-inspiring righteousness faintly.His eyes are wandering, hovering between clear and blurred edges, reminiscent of street lights flickering in the morning fog.

He felt that this person's face was somewhat familiar, as if it subtly coincided with a vague impression in his memory.

"I'm Ye Shenyue, what can I do?"

The man did not speak for a long time, and his eyes fell on Ye Shenyue.But Ye Shenyue knew—he was not hesitating, but judging and observing.

"If there's nothing special, I'm leaving."

"You know—" the middle-aged man suddenly spoke, his voice was hoarse and deep, and his vocal cords seemed to have been severely torn, which made people feel an inexplicable depression and pain.

"Do you know Akimoto Saki?"

"I know her." Ye Shenyue said, "What's wrong?"

A strange expression appeared on the face of the middle-aged man, as if he had heard this name for the first time, and this name came out of his own throat.Nostalgia and astonishment fell apart on his face, and then the corner of his mouth twitched quickly.

"She has something to give you, but she can't hand it over to you."

Ye Shenyue frowned, "What is it?"

The middle-aged man took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.It has been rubbed vigorously, and it is covered with mottled wrinkles like spider webs, but it has been neatly folded at the moment, and there are dark red stains on the corners, which may be paint accidentally rubbed on.

The man stretched out his hand, as if he was very precious this piece of paper, and handed it to Ye Shenyue carefully and solemnly.

A small folded piece of white paper lay in his palm.Like a paper kite that has been destroyed by a hurricane, it once soared above the clouds, and then fell, falling into the soil with bruises all over its body.

Ye Shenyue took the folded white paper and opened it.

A blank white sheet of paper.

A dark red stain was splashed on the edge of the white paper, but there was no other trace.But when bright sunlight fell on it, the hidden writing was still revealed.Someone may have written on the paper through something. The pen's impression was very shallow, and the chaotic wrinkles buried everything. Although there was no ink stain, Ye Shenyue still found traces of writing.

"Night Moon"

That was clearly his name.

"What's up with her?"

The middle-aged man stared at Ye Shenyue, this time he did not pause.

"She's dead," he said.

"SAYU is dead." The man repeated.

Ye Shenyue was speechless, as if she suddenly lost her voice.

A tall wall suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The pale wall seemed to extend infinitely in the distance. Above the wall were sharp iron wires, which spiraled and formed circles one after another.It is covered with barbs, reminiscent of thorns and rose stems.The dilapidated walls exposed the brick-red wall blanks inside, and when the wind blew, there was a cloud of dust flying up.He leaned on the wall and walked forward, passed through a black iron gate, and entered a white building.

It couldn't say what style it was, maybe Romanesque, but not quite.Thick walls with narrow windows are framed by raised pointed-ribbed vaults.The surrounding friezes are undulating curves, with delicate and soft undulations, and the interlacing transformation of light and shadow.The product of the combination of romance and rationality, it becomes a building with four different styles, standing in the chaotic time and space.

In the window on the second floor is the figure of a woman, and the branches outside the window are constantly beating the window.The hair on her forehead fell down on her face, and her forehead was pressed against the glass, staring down at him intently.

It might not be accurate to say "look" because there is nothing in her eye sockets.The black hole stared at him, against the pretty and quiet face, like a porcelain doll whose eyeballs were viciously gouged out.

Her lips parted, as if she was saying something.

"What did you say?"

Ye Shenyue was too far away from her, he couldn't hear clearly.

She kept repeating, the more he tried to figure it out, the more he couldn't hear it clearly.

He raised his feet and walked towards her, the fallen leaves under his feet were deeply embedded in the soil, making a painful wail of turning over and breaking bones.And when he got close to that window, sunlight pierced into his pupils.

It was clearly still the middle-aged man in front of him, only two black swirls remained on his face.

Ye Shenyue's astonished expression quickly disappeared, followed by a kind of empty calm that even he himself loathed.

"Really," he said, "I'm sorry. We haven't been in touch for a long time. When did this happen?"

"Sakuya... is dead."

The man didn't answer him, he was sick, his thoughts tangled in the air like a disgusting clump of hair with dust attached to it.As he spoke, his straight back bent slumped, as if all his strength disappeared with these words, and he aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is all his language, everything is cut, and finally narrowed into this sentence.The machinery still works flawlessly, but the black tape that freezes never moves forward.So he kept repeating and repeating, trying to let the pain wake him up from this absurd dream.

Just a futile fall into another hallucination.

Ye Shenyue looked at him with many thoughts for a moment, like watching a person wandering beside a cliff, unable to find a way to jump or turn back, neither able to live nor die.He thought for a while, and pushed him down.

"How did she die?" he asked.

"She stabbed the knife in her own throat and killed herself."

Every word the man said was very steady. After he finished speaking smoothly, he began to tremble violently, as if some invisible monster had clamped his neck, and he began to struggle and fight needlessly.Then he woke up, the soft sunlight fell on his face, and the indifferent face of a young man was reflected in his pupils.

"She died because of you."

Ye Shenyue was silent for a while, "I'm sorry."

"Don't you have anything else to say?"

"I'm sorry this happened," Yagami said, "but she's dead, and there's no point in saying more."

"significance?"

The man seemed to hear an extremely funny word, and there was a soft sound in his throat, like an unsuccessful mockery.But his expression was clearly not a smile, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, reminiscent of that white paper with ravines, mostly meaningless lines.

The man didn't continue to pester him any longer, he turned around leaving only Ye Shenyue behind, it swayed but stubbornly walked forward, crossed the boundary between the shadows, and stepped into the black quagmire.

Ye Shenyue clenched her phone tightly, but she couldn't raise her arm no matter what. He tried hard to stretch his nerves.He should have a lot of ideas, but too many pictures are squeezed in his mind, almost occupying all the space for thinking.

The woman whose lips kept opening and closing in the window turned into another face in a blink of an eye.The two faces fit together strangely, surrounded by jumping white noise, like snowflakes constantly shaking on the TV screen.He recognized her, but couldn't pronounce her name.

"SAYU?" He probed, "What are you talking about? I can't hear you."

She waved her hand towards him, as if saying goodbye, a tear fell quickly from the corner of her eye, leaving a transparent trace on the glass, like the moment a raindrop fell.

"Let me die," she said.

He finally heard her words.

And then in that split second—the gun went off.