【L月L】Inquisitor

L·Lawliet is a very contradictory person.

But his contradictions do not stem from the complexity of his character itself - on the contrary, his character is very simple.He doesn't have a great desire for money or power. If he had to say it, he might only show an amazing persistence when solving the case.Perhaps because of this, his simple personality and his highly developed brain form a jarring, perverse contradiction.

He had known this all along.He knows himself very well, and if there are some people who are born to sacrifice for the world, then he is probably one of them.

It's not because of how noble his feelings and morals are, or how dedicated he is.All this just comes from his persistence—or maybe because of the little childishness in his character.But in fact, he has always been a child who has not grown up, competitive and eager to get pleasure from puzzles, which is also the ultimate pursuit of his life.

The Huamizi House created him and endowed him with such a pursuit.But in fact, for himself, he doesn't care about Huamizi House's inhuman or even instrumentalist behavior.Where did you come from and where are you going? These questions have never been important.Only the moment—only reasoning and verification—was real to him.

So when he accepted the KIRA case, it was not out of any sense of justice and compassion, but because of pure curiosity and the number of deaths reached the standard for asking him for help.He himself also sensitively sensed a different taste from this case.Not only was the bizarre modus operandi unheard of, but there was also a vague, familiar feeling about the case.

Maybe the so-called fate really led him here, even if he paid the price with his life, he didn't feel any regrets—after all, L wouldn't disappear even if he died.

The cabin was turbulent due to the influence of air currents, which is a common occurrence when flying over the Sea of ​​Japan.The coffee cup made a trembling sound due to the collision with the porcelain plate. The sugar cubes accumulated in the coffee in the cup were a little tilted, but they seemed to be fixed on the cup at some tricky angles, and there was no tendency to collapse.Documents he had randomly dropped were everywhere, and a few pieces of paper fell under the seat.It was pitch black outside the windows, except for the yellow safety lights flashing on the wings.

It takes twelve hours to fly from Los Angeles to Tokyo.It was almost early morning when we took off from Los Angeles. Because of the time difference, it was still dark when we flew over Japan.

L picked out [-] lists, all of which recorded the personal information of the US FBI elite.In fact, he didn't have to spend so much time choosing the task candidates himself, but this incident was unusual, and he did so out of the principle of caution.Similarly, since most of the candidates this time are elite members of the FBI, the time for document approval is longer than that of others.No matter how hot he is, the process that should be followed is still the same.

The thick black outside the window reflected his pale face under the reading lamp.The dark circles hung lovingly under the eyes, and the lips were chapped and looked tired.This is normal, after all, he has hardly closed his eyes at all for twenty hours.But he has been trained quite professionally, and he can take ten more hours without sleep.

The figure on the opposite side of the window floated up and down, and he stared at it for a while, before gulping down the sweet and greasy coffee whose sugar cubes had been dissolved.

The case this time was more difficult than he had imagined, and this difficulty came from an unexplainable sense of disobedience.

He checked the information of all the deceased so far, and found that the cause of death was all heart paralysis, but the time of death was irregular, and the modus operandi was completely unknown.The murderer continued his rampage five days after the initial incident occurred at a bank near Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan.So far, he has no other possibility than thinking that the other party has superpowers.But the problem is not the matter of superpowers, but how his abilities are exercised and what are the restrictions.In the first case, he used it as a test hand for the murderer. If the other party was shaken or frightened by the ability he had just acquired, the interval of five days seemed a bit too long.He felt that the murderer seemed to be waiting, but he had no idea what he was waiting for.

He tends to define the murderer as a criminal with an excessive sense of justice, indifferent personality, totalitarian tendencies and utopian fantasies.So far, the number of victims has reached 230, with an average of about 15 deaths per day, and the number of deaths per day is very stable, and there is no mutation.

And this is another place that makes him feel inconsistent.

The behavior of a megalomaniac criminal at the beginning of the crime made him feel a little unnatural, and these stable data show that the other party committed the crime step by step in a planned way, and it can even be said that this is a work-style and somewhat dull criminal behavior.In other words, he felt that the murderer's criminal "enthusiasm" was not as high as he should have shown, and even a little cold.

But right now, these are all his guesses based on experience. Human personality is the most fixed but also the most unpredictable thing.Even he has no way to give any definite answer, he needs more data and evidence.

But one thing is for sure - the Japanese police and anyone with access to criminal information is highly suspicious.But from the condition of excess sense of justice, the police and detectives are the most worthy of investigation.Similarly, if the investigation of the police leaks a little bit of wind, it may cause the other party to benefit, but he is L, and he is willing to make this bet.

"Water, are the death row prisoners who need to be prepared by the Japanese police ready?"

"Everything is fine, Liuhe."

"Thank you, Du."

"There is still one hour and fifteen minutes to arrive at Tokyo Airport, you can rest for a while."

L glanced at some unprocessed materials spread out on the table, and said to the communicator, "Okay, I see."

Rest is not necessary at this time, he can continue to work for at least ten hours.But for some reason, he didn't want to continue, not because of exhaustion or sleepiness, but because of a strange feeling—this might be laziness.

L curled up on the airplane seat, his fingers pressed tightly against the glass, staring intently at the silent night outside the window, and his breath left a layer of pale frost on the glass.He looked at everything with the curious curiosity of a kid building an airplane for the first time, and he couldn't see anything—except his own reflection floating in the dark.

The blackness outside the window is as thick as the deep sea thousands of meters below, and it is impossible for any light to pass through this layer of water curtain.This private jet is prowling the seabed like a huge whale, and the waves repeatedly beat on the windows, as soft as a mother's stroking hand.

L thought for a long time but didn't know what a "mother" was, and what it was like to be gently caressed by a hand.He was born in Huamizi House, which is not actually a place that can be called "home".But he himself didn't know what the real "home" should be like, so he compromised the title.

The people there are very kind to the adopted orphans, they treat him kindly, give them knowledge and education, and satisfy their food and clothing.Everyone who leaves Huamiz House is destined to become an indispensable leader in some fields of the world, just like God’s gift will eventually be returned to the world, and the world must obey the will, this is a line The doomed path.

Correspondingly - there is no need for all individuals to exist.They are regarded as geniuses, but never a whole person.

L has seen many criminals, many of whom are social leaders with outstanding IQs and good at dancing. The cruelty of criminal methods is as real as the gentleness they display.No one knows that they are rotten from the inside, most people are deceived by their perfect masks, until the truth of the bloody forest is in front of them, people don't want to believe the truth and prefer to live in false memories, it seems like this Doing it will make them feel better emotionally.

But lies are invincible against lies, and this is nothing more than a breeding ground for more monsters.

There is only a thin line between a genius and a madman. This line is fragile and fuzzy. If you are not careful, you will step into the quagmire of madness, and you will never be able to get out.But many times, they see too clearly from the beginning-there is an endless abyss in front of their eyes.Fragile hearts crumble, cowardly hearts run away, but they don't, they stare.

That's why L has always thought that Huamiz House is a dangerous place. Everyone envies the children who are selected there, but no one knows whether the people who come out from there are human beings or monsters walking in human skin.

It was a fatal question, one that he himself could not answer.He was afraid of this monster, but he was even more afraid that this monster was himself.

He closed his eyes, and he saw himself at that time.

The foggy sky in London is covered with snow, tall and low buildings, and gray everywhere.His short limbs were wrapped in heavy cotton clothes, and he stumbled into the dilapidated church next door.

This is a very small church with only a few priests and nuns here and there.There are almost no people at ordinary times, and only some people come to pray during the church on weekends.But the chapel has a chic, baroque dome, a huge stained-glass window with a picture of the Virgin painted in bright paint.When sunlight passes through the glass, colorful brilliance will flow out, casting mottled floating shadows on the ground.

Maria lowered her forehead, holding the Son in her arms.The white clothes wrapped her plump body, and the hem of the clothes spread out little by little in the wind like water waves.There is a gentle expression between her brows, she looks kind and gentle, as if she can redeem all those who are in deep suffering in the world.

He walked towards her, opened his arms as if to hug her, but he knew—he was just praying.

If you can hear my prayers.

Please let the light illuminate the abyss and let me be reborn as a human being.

Maria smiled. She stretched out her white arms and held him tightly in her arms, closing his eyes with her slender fingers.He fell into darkness, but felt extremely peaceful.Spots of light with changing colors floated in front of my eyes, like diamonds, but also like a sparkling water surface.

She said, "Only Light can dispel darkness, and only death can bring new life."