【L月L】Inquisitor

"Mother, sometimes I still hear the whistling of ships, like... like the bass of a cello." Mei Shangzhao held her hand and said, "Although we don't live near the pier anymore."

The mother's wrinkled skin covered the bones of her arms, and her muscles had shrunk, like a plastic sheet barely supported by bamboo poles, whistling by the wind.

When they were young, they lived not far from the port.At that time, my father was still alive, and like him, my father was also a prosecutor.Mei Shangzhao's memory of him is very vague, only remembering that he was very busy every day, but it was still a happy time for him.

Happy times are always short, and my father's death put an end to them.

His father's death was not a glorious one. One night, he jumped into the sea at a corner of the pier and committed suicide.His mother cried bitterly. He stood far away, and through the reflective glass, he could only see a white cloth. The overwhelming stench made him dizzy.

His mother held a hasty funeral for him, and few people came to mourn him.Because they were afraid of the case that their father investigated before his death. This case was so involved that no one dared to touch it. Only his father carried it.So no one knows whether his father committed suicide, which has become an eternal mystery.For this reason, my mother had countless quarrels with my father, and there were always strangers visiting the house over and over again.He later found out that it was the person on the other side who asked him to give false testimony, but his father refused to compromise and put the murderer into prison under tremendous pressure.It didn't take long for his father to die, but three months after his father's death, the defendant was released on bail.

He was young and didn't know anything about these details, but he knew that his father was killed.The father's sacrifice is meaningless, the earth is still spinning day and night, and the sinner still breathes the same oxygen with him.Those unfair, evil, and dark insect repellents grow wildly like bacteria in the stale air.

He cannot forgive.

But who exactly he couldn't forgive—he didn't know.It could be the murderer, it could be the power, it could be the world itself.He grows through gnashing of teeth with an indescribable hatred.

Mother is a strange person, she is weak but strong.After her father left early, she shouldered the burden of the family alone.He admires her, but it's also her that makes him bow to power.Later, she fell ill, unable to withstand the engulfment of memory and loneliness, unable to distinguish the past from reality.The doctor said that her hippocampus had a lesion, but Meishang knew that it was actually a curse.

He insisted on choosing a prosecutor as his career, and had a violent quarrel with his mother.At that time, he saw a black shadow getting into his mother's body. From then on, her tenderness became weak, and her smile was always full of tears.She had changed completely, and she was no longer the mother he was familiar with.The mother forgot the death of the father, forgot the sacrifice of the father.Unforgivable as a young man, he fled the house full of sadness and anger.

He went away for five years, until he came back as a real prosecutor, only to find that she had forgotten him.He thought he had abandoned his mother, tossing and turning in self-blame and anger all day long.And when all this happened, he realized that his mother had left him long ago.She was deeply caught up in the nostalgia for the past and the love for her father in the past, and he couldn't tell who was more unfortunate, himself or his mother.

Now she has indeed forgotten that time has nothing to do with her, it can only leave its mark on her body, and her soul wanders forever in the spring.

For a long time, he felt hatred, but he didn't know whom to hate, and the strong emotions dissipated because they had nowhere to go, and turned into compromise and indifference.He stumbled all the way, staggering on the road guided by his father's ghost. On this road called "justice", he moved forward alone and never thought of turning back.

He is not like his mother, he is not a coward, he is the chosen one.From the moment he got the Death Note to assist KIRA in the execution, he knew—the light had come.

Last night, he received a call from KIRA.

That was the first and last time KIRA contacted him.Since he got the death note sent, he has been waiting for KIRA's instructions, but KIRA has not contacted him for a long time.He judged that KIRA is currently in prison, and it is temporarily inconvenient to contact the outside world.Therefore, he has been sanctioning criminals according to KIRA's original instructions without any slack.Then he received another Death Note, and he has kept both Death Notes until now.

"They're coming," KIRA said, "are you ready?"

KIRA's voice has been deliberately transcoded, it sounds extremely weird, like a voice from another world.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be laughing when he heard his words, and the voice came intermittently from the opposite side, "As expected...you are...the chosen one."

Then KIRA made a deal with him, he exchanged half of his remaining lifespan for Death Eye, he can see everyone's name and lifespan - except himself.But this transaction is not for the convenience of him continuing to sanction, but for a greater and more practical use.

"Do you have any wish?"

Mei Shangzhao thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure out what wish he had, so he could only say dryly, "Thank you for your love, but I have no wish."

After he finished speaking, he felt a little impolite, always felt awkward, and continued to add, "Although I don't have any wishes, I have one... one question."

"speak."

"Why...why me," he asked, "Why me?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, only the sound of crackling electricity entered his ears. KIRA's silence made him uneasy, but he still chose to wait patiently.

"You shouldn't ask me this question," KIRA said, "You should ask yourself, why are you willing to do this for me? Why are you willing?"

Until the end, Meishangzhao failed to answer this question. He knew the answer, but he was unwilling to face it.

"I never figured out before why my father wanted to protect this order at all costs. I always felt that he was old, times had changed, and the old order should have been abolished long ago. Then I realized that he might have known His own failure, but he still did it. Because he felt it was worth it”

"And you, my mother. You left me to get what you wanted. So this time, please forgive me—I'm just like my father, and I think it's worth it."

The woman still looked like that, indifferent to what he said, only focused on looking out of the window, and had a soft spot for the shadows floating in the curtains.She looked at it intently, as if gazing at a lover lovingly.They talked in a voiceless language, a world into which no one could enter.In her wandering sight.They approached and clasped hands, but they were always surrounded by loneliness.

The woman is old, and the destroyed memory store confuses the past with the present.She imprisoned herself in a memory where she was forever in her prime, where her father never died and he was always a child.

Meishang took care of her out-of-focus eyes, as if being brought into the forest of the past.The towering trees point straight to the sky, and their dense branches and leaves form one after another broken, green clouds.Quiet and the breeze flowing alone made him a little drowsy, and his consciousness was ups and downs in the rustling wind.

"boom--"

He woke up in a convulsion, and the image in his pupils was shattered by the gunshot.

"I actually fell asleep." He looked down at his watch and found that only 1 minute had passed.

Mei Shangzhao took off the silver mirror, he sighed, he still felt stagnant in his chest, covered with dark clouds, and it was raining patter, so damp that it was hard to breathe.He put his glasses back on and regained the clean, serious face of the prosecutor.

"I know you will see it, after all, you still have 37 years to live..." he said, showing an unnatural smile, "...much longer than me."

Mei Shangzhao walked out of the room, and he closed the door behind him.

Red numbers float above the woman's head, and she doesn't know anything about it.The door gap became narrower and narrower, and the names and numbers disappeared together with the soft sound of the door closing.He was still holding the metal handle and did not move for a long time, as if he was holding a precious treasure that he couldn't put it down.

"Mr. Charm, are you here to visit Auntie again?"

The young nurse was holding the case folder and looking at him with a smile, and soon recognized that she was the nurse in charge of taking care of the mother.

"Yes."

"Auntie is doing well recently. She must be very happy when Mr. Meishang came to see her."

Mei Shangzhao smiled, but didn't respond.

"By the way, do you want me to make an appointment for you to visit next week?"

He was silent for a while, not knowing what to think.

"If it's convenient for you, you can call to make an appointment at any time."

"Thank you," Mei Shangzhao said, "but no need, I won't come again."

[Slightly changed the family background of Meishang Photo]