【L月L】Inquisitor

Television has begun to broadcast other news.

No one will remember this "coincidence", and this news will eventually disappear.

It was easy for him to kill people-although this statement would cause ambiguity, it was the truth.He is doing this now more skillfully and easily than when he was 17 when he just picked up a notebook.

DeathNote is indeed, as Nia said, the worst murder weapon ever.But the most important thing now is not the notebook itself, but himself.

He could choose to kill a man who would have killed anyway.

L. Lawliet

He had already seen L's real name in Rem's notes.Even after so many years, he has never forgotten him.

It's a very strange name.The first three letters of his surname make up "Law" in English, and the "L" is just one letter, it can't even be called a full name.The name seen by the eyes of the god of death has nothing to do with the household registration, it simply means the name that can be effective on the note.

In this sense, L may be born for the law.

Killing L is almost as good as it is harmless. Although L is deeply involved with the officials of various countries, the forces behind it are intricate, and heirs emerge in endlessly.But the most important thing is - Kira hasn't appeared yet, even if L dies, no one will suspect him.

To kill, or not to kill.

It was Ye Shenyue's pen that answered this question.

He drew the letter "L" sharply, but for some reason, the handwriting looked distorted, like the grinning corner of Death's strange smile.

Then, the tip of his pen hangs in mid-air.

The ink fell drop by drop on the paper, like blood flowing out.

This is a very strange state.Like a balloon filled with hydrogen.More and more hydrogen is playing, and it dominates everything.But in fact it is empty, only to be wrapped in a film.But this thin film is as hard as iron——it says, just struggle.

Ye Shenyue saw that the elongated handwriting turned into a bloody mouth.It laughed loudly at his incompetence, cursed at his cowardice, and let out a shrill laugh that almost pierced the eardrums.

You laugh, you laugh.

His chest cavity was filled with salty sea water, and the sea water soaked his internal organs, and his heart, which had not healed from the old injury, suddenly ached again.

Nothing on paper.

No ink.

no name.

There is only one scar.

Ye Shenyue failed to write L's name in the end.

For the next few days he went to school as usual.

It was a gloomy evening, with dense dark clouds hanging overhead.There was little wind, and there was still light rain in the sky.There were many people on the road, and they filed out of the subway station under umbrellas.Ye Shenyue didn't open an umbrella, he was wearing an off-white school uniform, with deep and shallow water marks on his shoulders, he looked a little thin.

He stood at the intersection, the red light above his head flashing non-stop.On the big screen on the left is an advertisement of an unknown brand of cosmetics.The actress' lips were as red as blood, and her face was as white as paper, as if she was about to fall into her own false dream in the next second.

There are roads everywhere, and there are no roads anywhere.

L was killed by him, he changed the world, the world told fate, fate killed him.

Yagami was suddenly bored, tired of everything.

He wanted to see it all, but the world itself was a false mirror.The light that is being chased is nothing but a phantom of the truth, and everyone is in a cave, seeing nothing but darkness.

He was cast as a powerful madman, a brutal authoritarian, a fool dreaming of utopia.No one can define freedom, no one can define justice, this has always been a matter for those in power to decide.They decided to whitewash the peace, taking some false appearances to call it real, and calling slavery lied to be freedom.Just look at the people he saves, they will never come to their senses.For in a narrow mind there is never good, nor even evil.

Human nature and morality, peace and justice, there must always be one party who chooses to sacrifice.He simply chose the path of totalitarianism.What a arduous path this is.He twisted himself, he sacrificed everything to the will, all the wealth of man, he gave them all, and finally he sacrificed himself.

He found it all ridiculous.He killed many people, but changed no one.The world has completely forgotten him, no one remembers him.His salvation means nothing, no life needs to be saved by him.They are obsessed with fetishism, and use numbness to cast an indestructible shield.In a dream, breathing like a dead man.

Power is never a means, power is an end.Real power is not the power to control things, but the power to control thoughts.There is nothing he can do about it, his power is a blank slate.

It's not L he's wrestling with, and it's not crime—it's people.

In the end he failed miserably.

Then, everything goes back to the beginning - including him, including the world.

This is the truth.

Now his fascination with the Death Note is only the temptation of power.But this power itself meant nothing to him.Let it be tempting, it is better to come to a flood and clean up everything in the world.

The red light went out.

The crowd began to move forward in clusters, shoulder to shoulder, chatting and laughing, drifting away from the world.Everyone's faces seem to have been deliberately erased, and the act of erasing itself has been forgotten, and the lies have become the truth.

Ye Shenyue thought about a lot of things, but after these thoughts clamored wildly in his mind, they fell silent.Thinking clearly, he decided to narrow himself—as he had done forty times before.

See how easy it is to be blind.

He just needs to wait for the god of death to appear in the next few days, and to figure out his own affairs, everything will be fine.What else is there to worry about?All justice and freedom are tricks to deceive children.

His thoughts swam in boiling water and glaciers, hot and cold, making him dizzy.All he knew was to hold on to a thread in his hand, a thread that could stitch him together so that he wouldn't fall apart.

"Sorry, the road ahead is closed, please make a detour."

The young policeman was pulling away the yellow cordon in his hand, and he waved his arm to signal the crowd to detour towards the left passage.

Ye Shenyue had a terrible headache, and her temples kept throbbing.He didn't care what happened in the cordon at all, he just wanted to go back to his room and take a nap.

The girl next to her was chattering non-stop, like a sparrow whose energy could only be dispelled by curiosity.They gathered together in twos and threes, wearing dark blue school uniforms, and seemed to be students of the private girls' high school next door.

"Excuse me, let me borrow it."

Ye Shenyue tried to squeeze herself out of the narrow gap among the girls.The girl who heard his voice looked very impatient, but when she turned her head and saw Ye Shenyue's appearance, her face immediately changed, as if she was a little shy, and a slight blush faded on her face,

"sorry."

Ye Shenyue saw that she was trying to part her somewhat messy bangs, trying to make herself look more attractive.The black pupils are crystal clear, and there is a tiny light shining inside, which is a bit dazzling to look at.

"What's going on recently, it seems that more and more criminals died of heart paralysis..."

Rumors entered his ears like the wind.

Ye Shenyue didn't stop, and didn't even frown.He nodded indifferently and walked out of the crowd sideways.

He already knew about it.

To be precise, the incidents of heart palsy only started yesterday.Even though the police had blocked some information, he still knew the outline of the case at the first time, but he didn't intend to intervene.

For him, it was not uncommon for other humans to pick up the Death Note, and those who got the note and wanted to use the Death Note were by no means a minority.What surprised him was not the incident itself, but the current KIRA—let's call him KIRA for now.This person really caught his attention, calm enough to use his notes methodically without showing a hint of weakness.In this regard, the 17-year-old self is ashamed.

And he has a very strange feeling - this new KIRA seems to be imitating him.He doesn't have any real evidence, it's just an inexplicable intuition.Obviously, this is a very successful model perpetrator.But saying "imitation" seems to have wronged him, he is better than "imitation".

Yagami had a little interest in this new KIRA, but the interest quickly faded away.It's not so much that he's not interested in the whole thing, it's that he has no energy.He wanted to be a bystander more than a participant again.

However, he still failed to realize this wish - just like his little hope that was torn apart by fate.