A New Character Every Month

"Then look for people who have entered their live broadcast room at the same time. If there is a murderer, they will definitely go in and watch."

"I have some unfortunate news for you. Due to the hot news, the number of people who have entered their live broadcast room at the same time has exceeded one million."

"Damn it, then look up the people who watched the live broadcast room during the time of their death. I don't believe that there will be so many people who just opened the room of all the dead anchors."

"That's a good idea, maybe we can look it up."

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three days later.

Bowen has already walked out of the excitement of getting the Death Note, and the names written in the notebook every day are more or less.

He knew that even if those people died of accidents, in the face of the huge base of accidental deaths, some similarities might be discovered, which would cause unnecessary trouble for him.

After all, there are still many mutants with magical abilities in the world.

If you follow the clues to find him, it will be bad.

To this end, Bowen also planned his own future.

Don't expose it now, after a few years, through the Death Note's death process, show your existence to the world and become a living god!

bell!bell!bell!

The school bell rings.

Bowen packed his books, bid farewell to his classmates enthusiastically, and walked out of the classroom.

Many people were stunned, and some were confused.

"Do you think Bowen is weird recently?"

"Yeah, I used to be very withdrawn, and I couldn't say a word for a long time, but these two days are like changing."

"Could it be that you suddenly figured it out and decided to change?"

"It's less than half a year before graduation, isn't it too late for this change?"

After a few words, the topic moved away from Bowen.

At this time, outside the teaching building.

Looking at the dazzling sunshine in the sky, Bowen said with emotion: "The weather is really nice today."

A smile was always on his face, and his whole body was filled with an aura called self-confidence, completely unable to see the gloom and timidity of a few days ago.

"Bowen, do you still recognize me?"

Suddenly, a hand was placed on Bowen's shoulder, leading him to leave the teaching building.

"who are you?"

Bowen looked at the curly-haired man with curly hair who was a head taller than him, struggling to get out of his control.

But at this moment, another boy wearing earrings put his arm around his shoulder.

The two forcefully dragged him to the corner.

"let me go!"

Bowen frowned, and said with an angry face: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, the consequences of offending me are very dangerous. Let me go now, and I can pretend that this matter does not exist."

"It makes me sad, Bowen."

Curly showed a sad expression, and pretended to wipe his eyes with his hand, and said, "We were very good friends in the first year of high school, have you forgotten?"

"It's you!"

Bowen shrank his pupils, and immediately recalled that the curly hair in front of him was also one of the people who bullied him, and even extorted a lot of money from him.

However, because of the relationship between the five Jeffs who were staring at him, curly hair seldom appeared in front of him.

In fact, in the past few days, Bowen has thought about writing all those who bullied him and blackmailed him on the death note more than once.

But five people just died around him, if dozens more die in a row, then the investigation bureau will only have to follow the clues, and he will definitely become the most important suspect.

This is also the reason why he has not started for a long time.

But he didn't expect that, instead of finding them, they found him.

"I advise you to think clearly, if you don't let me go now, you will regret it soon!"

A flash of disdain flashed in Bowen's eyes. He was no longer the target of bullying. With the Death Note, he was a god in the human world, different from all ordinary people and mutants.

"Let us regret it? Where? In a dream?"

"Perhaps the death of Jeff and the others gave you a lot of illusions, thinking that you can stare us to death with your eyes."

The curly-haired man and the stud-eared man looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Hearing that these two people took him as a joke, Bowen suddenly felt dissatisfied.

Just as he was about to yell loudly, the two hands on his shoulders were suddenly released, and then he was kicked hard on the back, and his body fell to the ground on his back.

A muffled sound.

The moment the fragile nose came into contact with the hard ground, it was disfigured.

"My nose!"

Bowen propped up his upper body and put one hand under his nose to touch it.

The bright red nosebleed stained half of the palm.

"Two ordinary people, two ordinary people who can be easily killed by me, dare to treat me like this, intolerable, intolerable!"

An unprecedented sense of humiliation suddenly surged in Bowen's heart, and he shouted wildly in his head.

"Hahaha, are you awake now?"

The curly-haired and stud-eared man looked at Bowen's disfigured nose and immediately laughed.

This is not the first time they have done this kind of thing, as long as there is no serious injury, there will be no problem.

Bowen got up, stared at the two with eyes full of hatred, and said coldly: "Treasure every second from now on, you won't survive today."

Snapped!

The curly-haired palm slapped Bowen's face hard.

While Bowen was dizzy, a bright red palm print appeared on his face.

"Dead! You are dead!"

Bowen stroked the red mark on his face, feeling both grief and anger, wishing that the notebook was by his side, and now he could write the names of these two people on it.

"It seems that you are not awake enough."

The man with curly hair and stud earrings grinned grimly, and punched and kicked Bowen.

They didn't show any signs of stopping until Bowen was beaten to the ground, covered in dust and footprints.

But at this moment, Bowen not only showed no expression of pain or fear on his face, but instead showed a smile, and even laughed from time to time.

In his heart, the death notice has been issued to these two people, and they will definitely die in the most painful way.

"He won't be fooled by us, will he?"

"What should I do? Do you still want to get money on your body?"

"Forget it, let's do this for today."

Looking at Bowen's nosebleed-stained clothes and sinister smile, the two couldn't help feeling a little scared.

It's not that they are afraid of Bowen himself, but that if Bowen is really beaten into a fool by them, they may have to enjoy a period of time in prison, which will not be worth the candle.

The man with curly hair and stud earrings left quickly without looking back.

An apple core fell from above and fell before Bowen's eyes.

Lin Zian slowly fell from the big tree next to him, stood beside Bowen, and asked, "Can you still stand up?"

Witnessing this scene with his own eyes, he was looking forward to Bowen's next choice, whether to choose to kill the two to vent his anger, or not to kill them temporarily to prevent exposure.

"I am fine."

Bowen wiped his nosebleed with his sleeve, then supported the floor and stood up painfully.

He couldn't wait to write the names of the man with curly hair and stud earrings on the death note, and let them confess their sins in hell.

But just as Bowen took a few steps, he suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Zian, and asked coldly, "Lord Reaper, were you by my side just now?"

Lin Zian smiled: "I am a qualified observer."

"Since you're here, why didn't you save me?"

There was a hint of hatred in Bowen's eyes, and he said, "You have this ability, but you just watched me get beaten, you..."

Sudden.

Lin Zian quickly took two steps forward, stood in front of Bowen, and looked down at him.

The slender cheeks, the sharp teeth, and the cold eyes as if looking at someone dead made Bowen tremble physically and mentally, speechless.

After Lin Zian looked at him for a few seconds, he sneered and said, "Recognize your position. I didn't recover the notebook by killing people, but it doesn't mean I can't do it."

Faced with Bowen's obvious performance of venting his anger, Lin Zian thought it was a little funny, but he would not let him.

In the world, when many people suffer from despair, what they hate the most is not the person who pushed them into despair, but the person who stands by and does nothing.

This kind of priority is irrelevant, I have to say, it is really ridiculous.

Bowen woke up from the emotion just now, his eyes were full of fear, and he quickly apologized to Lin Zian: "I'm very sorry, Lord Death, I..."

Lin Zian interrupted directly: "You don't need to apologize to me, you just need to remember that this is the first time and also the last time."

"I remember."

Bowen nodded in a depressed mood. After tidying up, he took out a coat from his bag and put it on, and walked out of the school gate.

Now, apart from resenting what the man with curly hair and stud earrings did, he felt deep remorse and fear for the impulsive action just now.