【L月L】Inquisitor

"I can't see his name."

The window was open, and the wind came into the room, making the note paper on the table rattle.She tilted her head, her blond hair was swaying left and right, like wheatgrass in the sun.

"I can't see," she repeated.

Mi Haisha threw the telescope aside, turned to look at Rem and questioned, "Why?"

"Even the eyes of the god of death must follow the rules. If the eyes of the god of death want to see the life span, they must see more than half of the face. But what counts as "more than half" is not clear even for the god of death."

The young man sitting beside Ye Shenyue was laughing loudly, and then dug away the cakes on the table bit by bit.The face was hidden in the shadows with his movements, and only his sharpened jaw and black, strange pupils could be seen from here.Pale and rich black tore a clear boundary on his face, like a cliff that collapsed suddenly.On one side is the abyss, on the other side is the snow field.

The red balloon is his perfect shield.He seemed to be indifferent to their little tricks, walking calmly in the sunlight, but hiding in the impeccable darkness.

The judge who knows the eyes of the god of death like the back of his hand seems to be even better.

Mi Haisha stared at the view of the window in rapt attention, her eyelashes trembling slightly, like the flapping of some kind of insect before spreading its wings.There was no impatience on her face, but she was not dazed, just calm.The serene face and tangled hair remind one of an expressionless medieval mural.

The notebook on the desk was open, with a few letters scrawled on it.She looked down at the distorted letters on the notebook, one by one as rough as graffiti, scattered scattered on the paper, and the horizontal lines behind her were blanks that could not be filled.

Mi Haisha threw the pen in her hand aside, and the pink ballpoint pen fell to the ground along the table.

"I'm not his opponent." Mi Haisha said.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know." Mi Haisha knelt down and picked up the pen again, tore a small piece from the Death Note, and stuffed them into the pocket of his coat.

"what are you going to do?"

Mi Haisa didn't answer Rem.Her red fingertips protruded from the cuffs, fastened the buttons on the collar of the black coat, and hurriedly applied lipstick in front of the mirror.

"Mihaisa?" Rem asked again.

"Find out his name." Mi Haisha said, she sat on the edge of the bed and zipped up the side of her short boots.

"Yeshenyue said, you can't show up."

"But he's in danger." She said, the corners of her mouth drooping slowly, as soft as a feather fluttering to the ground, "...I'm too useless."

"Your appearance can't change anything. This is the judge's plan. He intends to eradicate both of you in one fell swoop. You are throwing yourself into the trap."

"Yes—I threw myself into the trap!"

Mi Haisha suddenly raised her voice, and stood up quickly, her open palm clasped on her chest, her bright red nails seemed to have pulled out a bleeding heart from her chest.

"I stand here, it is impossible to remain indifferent!"

"This is Ye Shenyue's victory or defeat," Rem said, "That's not your victory or defeat."

"Win or lose?"

Mi Haisha smiled quickly, she put the black hat on top of her head, chewing bubble gum.The pink bubble expands due to inflation, it slowly becomes larger and thinner, and then bursts with a "pop".

"That's right, it's his victory. Isn't that enough?"

When Rem heard Mi Haisha's words, he felt an indescribable and novel feeling.

It could be anger, or it could be something more complex and unspeakable.

Like an undercurrent torrent tumbling non-stop, raging waves beat against the white embankment.It churned in the chest cavity, in the empty structure of white ribs, where there was nothing but the wind slyly slipping through the gaps, or the light that never stayed.

She didn't know exactly where the feeling came from, or why it came about.But for a moment, she felt nostalgic.As if she really should feel this way at this moment, or that she has felt similar feelings before.

She tried to analyze the pros and cons of the matter with Mi Haisha, trying to prove that this was just a trap for the judge to force her to show up.But she didn't say anything in the end—because Mi Haisha was staring at her, and there was nothing in her eyes, only the tall figure of the god of death named "Rem" standing there.

"Rem, maybe only humans kill themselves, maybe out of hate," she said, "—but maybe out of love."

Rem saw himself turning into the shadowy white in her eyes, like a lonely ghost floating from nowhere.Who is that, is it her?Or Geras?Geras, who opened his arms to the sky, chased the sky above the sky.His outstretched wings are white and covered with strange soft feathers.

"When you look at me, is it like I look at you?"

Geras sighed, as if helpless.Then it flew away into the black sky like a bird.

never came back.

Rem knew that the heart in his chest was no longer beating, not even the heart itself.The pale, unhuman body was just a strange shell.However, this body now seems to be broken, and countless fragments have fallen off from it, like a wall that cannot withstand the erosion of time.She lowered her head, and a strange pattern appeared in her open palm.It was curved and barely visible.But it was there, stubbornly as if engraved on it.

"Do you have to go?"

Mi Haisha didn't answer.

"I see," Rem was silent for a short while, "I'll go for you."

"why?"

"You will be killed, but I will not."

Rem spread his wings, the huge white wings were like an open white sail, with a bumpy skeleton lying between them.White is especially dazzling in the sun, like biological fossils standing in a museum.People think they are fragile, but it is clearly solidified time, which is harder than anything to withstand the baptism of time.

"It's so beautiful... like angel wings..."

Mi Haisha couldn't help admiring, this was the first time she saw Rem's wings.

"Can I touch it?"

The touch is very strange, like bone and stone, the protruding corners bend sharp lines, but in fact they are smooth.The spread wings are the walls, enclosing the world in the middle.

"Misha, do you know that the god of death will not die."

"But, isn't Geras' God of Death that you told me before just dead?"

Rem stretched out his hand towards the sky, and the white light fell on its palm, it flowed, and the surrounding black shadows held it up, like a dazzling and bright pearl.

"Only humans die."

Above the human world is the blue sky, below is the abyss, and in the depths of the abyss are crawling ants.The God of Death Realm towering above the clouds, but the sky above is always black.In fact, it is the abyss of the human world, the sludge that the ants are constantly rolling over, but for them, it is the sky that cannot be touched.

The young man seemed to be talking to Ye Shenyue, Ye Shenyue just looked at him in silence, he didn't notice Rem in the distance at all, as if the world only had this person in front of him.

Only Luke noticed Rem who was facing the French windows in the distance.

Luke didn't say anything, it watched from the sidelines, the smiling face seemed to be painted on it, but it was more fake than the painting.

The pages of the note were blown up by the wind, like flying white flags.Rem smoothed the curled corners of the paper, letting them struggle in her palm.

Then the wind suddenly stopped, as if in surrender.

So the black handwriting rippling lingeringly, turning round after round, reminiscent of the wind-wrinkled pool water and the skirt of the girl described by Fragonard.

BeyondBirthday

Rem was suddenly curious about the name, but only because she had no chance of knowing the answer, and the answer itself was not important.

What does it mean, and where is the other side.

She spread her wings and flew to the sky, turning into a tiny shadow.White and transparent particles sprinkled in the air, they floated and melted like glowing snow under the sunlight.