【L月L】Inquisitor

It was cold in the morgue.

Naomi Misora ​​stood here for a long time, so long that people kept asking her to leave.But she just stood there without saying a word.She stared blankly at the man lying in front of her eyes, as if she couldn't understand why she appeared here.

The man was naked, lying on a cold metal platform, and a thin white cloth covered his body, which looked like a blank mannequin.

Ray Penber is dead.

She knows this reality better than anyone.Emotion is like a wet mud, the mud is constantly rolling, but reason is dying in the mud.They screamed hissingly in her mind, tearing at each other, trying to swallow each other up—they fought and fought, but neither was victorious, and they ended up in a stalemate.

Not long ago, in the attic of that narrow apartment, she spent countless days and nights in his arms.The sun shines through the windows and they kiss and cuddle each other.

And that seems like an extremely distant memory.

"Every FBI agent must be mentally and psychologically prepared to sacrifice at any time..."

Talking to herself, she laughed quickly.

The light tube above the head emits a cold light, covering everything with a layer of chill.But there is still a flying insect that keeps approaching it, maybe because of phototaxis, or because it is too cold.It wandered back and forth around the light tube, and finally flapped its wings and flew—with a crisp "snap", it turned into a charred corpse, falling like burnt confetti.

A fleeting life.

She slowly stretched out her frozen fingers, took off the ring on his middle finger, and pushed her ring finger.

"I would," she said softly.

"Do you want to?"

All the sunflowers in the yard withered, and none survived.The withered flower branches were broken all over the ground, only the mandala was crumbling in the cold night wind.

Of the 12 FBI members who came to Japan to perform missions, except for Naomi Misora, the remaining 11 died.

RayPenber's funeral was held in a hurry. The remains of the agents who died in foreign countries could not be sent back to the United States. They could only be cremated in Japan, and the ashes were transported back to the United States.

In a small church, Naomi Misora ​​attended his funeral, which was so simple that it was almost crude.

Her parents were also present at the funeral. They were very worried about her, and they watched from afar with sullen brows. They didn't even say words of comfort, for fear that any words would hurt her heart.

But she knew she had nothing to worry about, nothing more.

She was wearing a long black dress, and her black hair was pulled up high.She raised her head and stood in front of the high cross, looking supercilious and indifferent.The cross stood upright, as if it was about to fall at any moment, the white, dazzling light made people dizzy, and the people around kept whispering.

They face each other and declare their vows.

He said, I do.

At this moment, the sky suddenly brightened, like a burning flame, and finally turned to ashes.The light spots are constantly swaying and rotating, and the coffin is like a dark box, containing a dream that cannot be woken up.

She smiled without a single tear.

After the funeral, Naomi Misora, as the only survivor, was ordered to return to the headquarters in Los Angeles, USA almost immediately, but she stubbornly resisted.She knew that her behavior was extremely irrational and a serious violation of discipline, but she still made this decision resolutely.

Not because of impulse, nor because of anger, but another, more deadly attachment.This obsession forced her fragmented soul to piece together.It was spelled very perfunctorily, and it could only be seen vaguely as a human face, like a phantom repeated on a broken mirror under the flash of light.

Naomi Misora ​​held the phone, and the numbers on the keyboard were calling her silently.She pressed every number carefully—she didn't like to ask others for help, but now she had no way out.

"Long time no see Ryuzaki, it's me, Naomi Misora."

"Naomi, long time no see."

A hoarse and deep male voice came from the other end of the phone, followed by a rustling sound. It sounded like the other party had just gotten out of bed to change clothes.

"I heard about your fiancé, I'm sorry."

Naomi Misora's lips trembled quickly, and a soft sound escaped from her throat, which was barely a response.

"What trouble did you encounter with me?"

"Yes."

"Wait—let me guess—" the man named Ryuzaki interrupted her, "You deduced that I was investigating the KIRA incident, so you want to join me in the investigation?"

He's still as sharp as ever.

Naomi Misora ​​bent her fingers, and kept turning the ring on her ring finger with her thumb, as if doing so would give her confidence and strength.

"Yes. Nothing can escape your eyes... I know this request is too much, you are no longer a special expert of the FBI, but I can't think of anyone else who can help me besides you..."

"You're wrong, Naomi. You've thought of someone more helpful."

Naomi Misora ​​was silent.

"What are you afraid of, this is too unlike your style, Naomi. If you are avoiding suspicion because you are the only survivor-you don't have to. L is not such a person. If he doubted you, you would have stopped You may have called me here. On the contrary, I think it is very likely that L will need your help, and if you join him now, he will not refuse you."

She knew that Ryuzaki was not a person who would comfort others, he was just doing his reasoning analysis.Perhaps because of this, she felt a little relief from it.

"Thank you, Ryuzaki."

"Thank you?" Ryuzaki sounded a little puzzled, "I'm not comforting you, I'm just analyzing the facts for you as a friend."

Naomi Misora ​​raised the corners of her mouth—it seemed the best her stiff face could do.

"Yes, I know."

"The only thing I can do for you—maybe try to say something nice to your acquaintance in the personnel department, and let him not deduct too much of your salary when he fires you." Ryuzaki seemed to be chewing something , the voice sounded a little vague, "But if you join the L investigation team, he won't do anything to you."

He must be eating his horrible sweet tooth again - she could almost imagine Ryuzaki squatting on the chair and his eerily dark eyes.

Naomi Misora ​​first met Ryuzaki during her first solo mission.

At that time, Ryuzaki had been working as a special expert of the FBI in the capacity of B for only three weeks.He himself is very mysterious, and no one in the Bureau has seen him in real life.It is said that he was also serving the CIA while being transferred to the FBI, but no one knows for sure.

His sudden appointment caught almost everyone by surprise.As the chief of the airborne, his first arrival caused dissatisfaction among many people.But it turns out that he is indeed an excellent detective, and much better than they imagined.

She was in charge of a vicious serial murder case in LA at the time, and the murderer's killing methods were horribly cruel.When they came to the scene after receiving a report, they could only see fragmented pieces of meat and blood all over the ground, severed limbs were thrown everywhere, and the remains of the victims could hardly be spliced ​​together.This case went on for a long time without any progress. After the murderer dismembered the three people, he seemed to have disappeared and never continued to commit crimes.At the moment when the analysis of the case entered a stalemate, it was Ryuzaki who found clues to a similar case three years ago, identified him as a copycat, and guided them in the direction of investigation and arrest.

When she finally found the murderer, she found that he was just a teenager.

She didn't know how old he was, his frail figure looked about 15 years old.Brown hair, blue eyes, somewhat thin.A dazed and indifferent light flashed in his eyes.A ruthless executioner with an unbelievable look on his face.She aimed the gun at the murderer and ordered him to put down the law on the spot.

The murderer looked at her calmly, her dark blue eyes were like the surface of the sea, calm and bottomless, hiding an unknown sadness and ridicule.He aimed the knife at the hostage's neck, as if he was about to stab it.She was still young at that time, and facing such an environment, she should have pulled the trigger decisively to incapacitate the opponent, but she found that she couldn't.

Maybe it was because those eyes carried too much depression, or simply because he was just a child—this was a very stupid idea, but she still hesitated at that moment of life and death.

So the boy took the opportunity to turn around and was about to run away—at this moment, gunshots rang out suddenly.

The shooter was Ryuzaki.

He put down his right hand holding the gun and turned to look at her.

He has an Asian face, a thin figure, and a strong arch. The outline of the butterfly bone on his back can be seen clearly through the clothes.He was wearing a white T-shirt and ripped jeans, and a pair of black slippers on his feet, feeling a little scruffy.The black hair is messy, and there are exaggerated dark circles on the face, and the pair of black eyes are especially terrifying.Naomi Misora ​​looked at him, but inappropriately wondered how he had climbed this hill in a pair of slippers.

She quickly raised her gun, "Who? Don't move! Put down your weapon!"

The young man was taken aback by her, and said, he threw the Browning pistol in his hand aside, as if there was some unbearable filth on it, and wiped his hands on his pants several times in disgust.

"I really don't like guns..."

"I'm asking you a question!"

The young man turned a deaf ear to her questioning, and stretched his hand out of his trouser pocket to try to find something.She saw him take out one receipt after another from his pocket and throw it on the ground. Finally, he took out two certificates. He held the FBI and CIA certificates in his hand with his index finger and thumb in an extremely strange way and held them up in front of her. .

It bears his photo and name — Rue Ryuzaki — on it.

"Hello Naomi Misora, I'm B."

The siren sounded in the distance, and Naomi Misora ​​knew that it was the FBI's backup.She saw Ryuzaki's index finger standing upright in front of her lips, and her black eyes were bottomless, as if they could suck a person's soul into them.

"Shh - don't tell anyone, this is a secret between you and me."

After the case ended, Naomi Misora ​​was rewarded for her outstanding on-the-spot performance and correct judgment, and ended her internship ahead of schedule.But she knew that she was not the one who fired the gun. If she hadn't fired the gun at that time, I'm afraid she would have been suspended.In this sense, Ryuzaki really helped her a lot.

Although the murderer was shot, he did not die.He confessed to what he did and accepted legal sanctions.It's just that not long after he was in prison, he stabbed a fork into his neck while having lunch and committed suicide.

Later, Naomi Misora ​​and Ryuzaki cooperated several times because of various cases, and also met privately, and their relationship became much closer.Although Ryuzaki is a weird person, perhaps because of his excellent reasoning and analysis, she has benefited a lot, and they have always gotten along well.She never understood why Ryuzaki approached her with his true face, she asked him this question a few times, but he kept claiming that he needed her help - although in fact she felt that Ryuzaki helped her more.

Until the latest meeting was not long after the KIRA incident, Ryuzaki told her that he had received a commission and was going to Japan to investigate.At that time, Naomi Misora ​​guessed that Ryuzaki might be investigating the KIRA incident, and she also received an investigation mission after that, which should have been her last mission.She just didn't expect RayPenber to become a member of the investigation team, and it would end in such a tragic way.

"Ryuzaki, you always said that you need my help - if I can catch KIRA with L this time, will it be considered as helping you?"

Ryuzaki smiled, "Yes Naomi, that would be a great help."