【L月L】Inquisitor

"What's your relationship with Ye Shenyue?"

"Why did you go to the police station to report Ye Shenyue's disappearance?"

"Did you appear at BlueNote's scene on 5.20?"

Mi Haisha turned a deaf ear to these questions, and the space she was in seemed to attract her attention even more.

In the empty room, she sat at one end of the table, and at the other end of the long black table was a lonely computer.On the right side is a huge single-sided glass, people outside can clearly see her every move, but for her, it is just a huge mirror, because she can't see anything else except herself.

This can't be called torture, but at best it's just a questioning.

"I want to see Ye Shenyue."

From beginning to end, she had only one sentence to say.

"She didn't say anything."

"It's because the way you asked is inappropriate, Deputy Chief Yagami."

L stared at the screen absently. From the perspective of the screen, he could see the top of Mi Haisha's head, the golden hair glowing coldly, as if soaked in a layer of silvery white snow.And when many screens are arranged, each side of her is like a patchwork of fragments, deliberately confined to a two-dimensional plane world.

Reminiscent of a Picasso painting.

"Smart means."

"what?"

"I said Mi Haisa - she knew that Ye Shenyue was taken away by me, but she didn't come to look for me, but cast a bait and asked me to take the initiative to find her. Matsumoto, if you are Mi Haisa, you What will you do?"

Matsumoto, whose name was called, was stunned for a second. He scratched his hair, and his face showed a kind of bewilderment of being caught by the teacher when he was a student.

"I... I might go to the police and say I'm looking for L?"

"Then can you see me?"

"……cannot."

"So she's smart," L stirred the coffee in the cup, and the metal spoon handle stirred a small swirl in the center, "Of course—it may be that the person behind her is smart."

Mi Haisha wore a delicate watch on her wrist.The metal fob was like a loop of noose, loop after loop, looping around her wrist.She fingertips obsessively poke at the narrow gap between them, as if counting them, passing the slow-moving time with repetitive behavior.

"Miss Mi Haisha."

The cold electronic sound came out of the loudspeaker, but Mi Haisha knew that the person opposite the microphone was no longer the same person as before.She couldn't tell the reason, but felt that the voice was full of alienation and indifference, as if there was no speaker at all, just a loudspeaker talking to herself.

"Do you love Ye Shenyue?"

When L finished asking this sentence, Mi Haisha was still silent, as if he had no interest in this question.

"Do you really love him?" L continued to ask.

Silence, suffocating silence.The air is like boiling water, boiling silently.Some of the onlookers in front of the screen were sighing anxiously. Matsumoto seemed to be unable to bear the silence. He untied his tie and seemed to want to say something, but no matter what he wanted to say, those words They were finally strangled in the throat by Yagami Soichiro's eyes.

But L is very patient, he will always be the most patient one.He peeled off the coats of lollipops one after another, revealing the swirling rainbow inside, and let them disappear into his lips and teeth, turning into a row of bare white plastic sticks.

Then, Mi Haisha suddenly spoke.

"I love him."

A meaningless sentence, a definitive answer—the first and only sentence that Mi Haisha said so far with a different content.

"So, does he love you?"

L asked the second question. He knew that the nails he had driven into the wall had already been embedded in the gaps, and the patterns extending like spider webs spread out overwhelmingly.The seemingly impenetrable walls are crumbling.Sometimes the purest weapon is the best weapon, but sometimes that weapon is just too fragile.

In fact, he has followed Mi Haisha for a long time.But that in itself was not a deliberate concern, and now it seems to be a joke of fate.He just found it interesting. L has always been interested in media distribution and image shaping, or research in this area can enable him to better understand human psychology and behavior.Gradually build an internal system, no one knows whether this system is correct, including himself can not confirm.

But it at least works, whether it's helping him with criminal profiling or making it easier for himself to impersonate various people.

"He loves me," she said.

L put down Mi Haisha's file in his hand, she still looks immature in the high school file photo.There are a lot of messy and meaningless information in the file, they are all looted from Mi Haisha’s residence, some may be secrets, but at this moment it is no longer, and then exposed to everyone’s vision Down.

Those past, small wishes have become a kind of silent irony.

She never thought of becoming an entertainer. In high school, she wanted to be admitted to a good university.No matter where her current path leads, at least that's what she hoped for at that time, in that orange memory.

Then those hopeful pink greeting cards gradually withered, leaving round handwriting stretched, pulled infinitely long, and then stirred together, turning into an unknown group of graffiti.

A person can grow rapidly in a short period of time, and this kind of growth is destined to be incomplete.It was like being irradiated by nuclear radiation, and the multiplied cells began to proliferate and reproduce on the path of deformity until there was no room for recovery.Then cling to a branch at the most crucial point, and go up—or fall.

So they embarked on the opposite path, but no one can complain about fate, they can only turn around like this, step into the grave, and say goodbye to the eternal youth.

The computer loudspeaker suddenly made a piercing noise. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she faintly heard someone laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked.

The loudspeaker stopped laughing, "I'm sorry, I was rude."

"You're not right," said the megaphone. "You don't love him. You love yourself."

Mi Haisha's fingertips trembled rapidly, and then trembled together with her body, and even her voice trembled, "What did you say?"

The bullhorn ignored her, baring his insolent minions, "He doesn't love you either, he loves himself the most. You're such an interesting pair of cheating lovers, what's that? White lies? But it's not worth it What a fuss, after all people are selfish—selfish people, human selfishness."

The chair was suddenly dragged away, metal rubbing against the ground made a violent sound, the glass fell to the ground, knocked off a piece of it, rolled mischievously on the ground, and the transparent water splashed all over the ground.

"No, you don't know anything."

It's hard to tell whether it's panic, a desperate disguise that has been exposed, or just pure anger.These intense emotions coalesced and dissolved into an unreadable text on her face.But it wasn't just her emotions that threw away her armor and armor, but also her reason and restraint.

"We are in love!"

"Fall in love? What do you use to fall in love?"

"I would do anything for her!"

"And what about him? What has he done for you? He's just using you."

"He did it for me—"

She didn't finish her sentence after all.

The violent rhetoric was interrupted by Mi Haisha's watch's constantly ringing alarm, and the piercing sound echoed throughout the room, like a basin of cold water falling from the sky, freezing all the white-hot gunpowder smoke.

Mi Haisha pursed her lips, she stopped talking, stretched out her hand and pulled back the chair that she had knocked away forcefully, and sat on it again, as if all L's words that challenged her dignity just now had become pieces of insignificant waste paper.She was relieved that this fierce debate was still life-and-death in the last second, and it became a meaningless waste of time in the next second.

She looked down at the second hand that was still moving forward.It ran quickly, not daring to look back, for fear that someone would follow behind it.

"I want to see Ye Shenyue."

It all came back to square one, and L felt sorry, but he wasn't completely disappointed.He set the stirring metal spoon aside, the coffee had cooled, and no matter how much sugar was added, it was just an absurd mixture of sweet and bitter, sliding down the throat and into the stomach, becoming a kind of unpleasant feeling. Another stimulant drug.

"Let them meet," L said.