【L月L】Inquisitor

"Hello, I'm Kira."

An extremely indifferent and indistinguishable electronically synthesized voice came from the other end of the phone. If it was just a prank, it was indeed realistic enough to even cause her heart palpitations for a moment.

But she soon had doubts.

The woman's face in the makeup mirror was as pale as a ghost, no matter how much makeup was applied, it was difficult to conceal her increasingly decadent and numb complexion.Her soul boils and struggles in the magma all the time.But the face is smeared with thick paint, becoming the best clown on the stage.

This was the most difficult period of her life.

every day.

all the time.

per second.

All are excruciating torments.

Her parents had been murdered, and the killer was still at large—she didn't know what to do except hold their funeral.But it sounds like the helpless consolation of the weak.She has no right to be angry, or even time to grieve what happened to her.Because there are too many things to be dealt with urgently, fate is like a ruthless paper shredder, crushing her bit by bit, squeezing her dry.And she has to package herself into a glamorous commodity in order to maintain her life, and please the audience with the tears soaked in her smile.

"I don't think it's funny if it's a prank."

She heard her own voice escape from her throat, each word full of restraint and indifference.But only she herself understands that in the deepest part of her heart, she is still naively hoping.

Maybe one day everything will be alright.

Maybe someone will save her one day.

"It looks like Shida Jiu, right?"

Mi Haisha didn't speak for a long time.

A name she will never forget.

"Yes."

"Do you want him to die?"

She has always understood a truth - the dead are gone, so are the living.If fairness and justice really exist in this world, then why would the parents who are approachable be sanctioned by fate for no reason.Of course, their spirits in heaven will not be pleased at all by her violence against violence, but isn't the so-called "forgiveness" a lie of hypocrites - because the living are indifferent to death.

Her grief and anger always need a way to vent - if not death, then revenge.

The woman in the mirror cried, but she also smiled.

Maybe it's because of something that weep with joy, or it's pure joy that begets sorrow.

"Yes." She laughed. "I want him dead. If you can grant my wish, I will do anything for you."

"I will make your wish come true in front of you. Go to the coffee shop 300 meters away from Shinjuku Sanchome Subway Station at [-] o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I have reserved a place in the name of K there. Remember, don't let anyone find out. "

"I see."

This is a deal, and her last choice.

She was very glad that she didn't give up on herself and rushed into the busy intersection yesterday.

If one life was exchanged for another, her life would finally have a chance to bloom again at this moment instead of turning into a pool of mud in a pool of blood—she had nothing to fear because she had nothing left.

That was all she was—all hate and all love.

She reached out her hand to the devil and grabbed the hem of the savior's clothes.

The next day's weather was fine, a rare sunny day.The sun was exceptionally bright and warm, and the cloudy clouds that had lasted for several days had completely disappeared.The sun shines through the pale clouds, inlaid with a blurred and soft golden edge.She was dressed solemnly, a short black skirt with lace inlaid on the edge of the skirt, and a red cashmere coat draped over her shoulders, as if she was going to an important banquet.Before going out, she carefully painted light makeup, her black hair was tied behind her head, and the butterfly-shaped hair clips beside her ears were shining brightly.

"Hi, this is K. I have a reservation here this afternoon."

The reserved location is a place by the window. The floor-to-ceiling windows are like a huge curtain hanging down. Sitting here, she can clearly see the passing pedestrians and the intersection on the left.Opposite the cafe is a bookstore, where many students seem to be studying.

She sat quietly on the chair and looked down at her phone.There was no missed call displayed, and the time was exactly one o'clock.

"Your butterfly barrette is so cute," exclaimed the young waitress.

"Thanks, but it's not."

The waiter didn't understand Mi Haisa's meaning, and had a confused expression on his face.

"It's not a butterfly," she said.

"It's a moth."

A moth to a flame.

This is the last gift from her parents.

She no longer remembers when she received this gift, just like she never clearly calculated how long they disappeared.Memories are like cans with a short shelf life, but one day they will expire.In the end, there were only highly out-of-focus pictures left, so blurred that no details could be seen anymore, leaving only a hazy feeling.

Other than that, nothing else.

For a while, she kept having the same dream over and over again.

She dreamed that she was standing in a world of black and white.Black and white sway alternately, just like the alternation of day and night.She had a knife in her hand, with which she cut the man's neck.Blood gurgled out from his hideous wound, and the overwhelming red was like the surface of the sea, gradually covering her body.She held the handle of the knife, her hands were covered with sticky blood.She raised the knife, but saw a strange face reflected on the blade.

An inexplicable voice repeatedly questioned her, how can a person live in a world without love.But no one answered her, and there was a suffocating silence everywhere.

She was in agony and ecstasy—she slit her throat laughing.

Then she woke up from the dream, and she touched her neck.

There is a hideous scar entrenched there.

Eight minutes past one.

Mi Haisha saw the man whose throat was cut by him in her dream.

He cowered in the crowd across the road, constantly lowering the brim of his hat, as if he had an extremely ugly face that could not be shown to others.The face and name he exchanged in this way, but he can't afford it.Fear weighed down his spine, making him look like a skinny wretch.

The red light on the opposite side came on, and people stopped.And this emaciated man who had been hiding in the crowd seemed to suddenly gain infinite courage.He stood up straight, walked with his head held high, and walked out from the crowd.The passing vehicles on the right had already started honking their horns crazily, but he ignored them all. The shadow of his hat covered his ugly face, and his straight back looked like a ruthless warrior from a distance.

Mi Haisha rested her chin and looked at him.She saw him stepping across the black and white road, on a one-way street leading to death.

The plot finally ushered in a climax.

The speeding truck rushed out from the intersection on the left, and the crowd screamed and dispersed.It was on a rampage, as if it was completely out of control, and the whistle was so sharp that it almost pierced people's eardrums.Only the man turned his head calmly, the front of the car opened its mouth like a beast, but he still stood motionless in the middle of the road like a stone statue.

Then he opened his arms like a beggar begging for a hug.

Ten to one point.

Mi Haisha took off the hairpin and supported its body with her index finger.The red nail polish shone sharply, and the bright color made her fingers more slender and pale, and the knuckles were as distinct as bare white hand bones.She saw it flapping its transparent and fragile wings, chasing the light and disappearing into the white light.

Finally, it flew away.

A grand ball was held on the road, and red rose petals fell from the sky. It was a love scam carefully prepared by the suitors.Squealing women sang and they twirled and danced around the little dance floor.And that man, the star of the dance drama, lay in a deep red mud, sinking continuously, and finally disappeared, leaving only a pile of white bones and red flesh and blood tomb.

She walked out of the café and through the crowd.

She looked back and saw a pair of transparent wings growing out of her back.It is beautiful and transparent, changing colorful brilliance under the sunlight.The wind played mischievously across her wings, making them tremble slightly.She tried to flap her wings, as light as if she could fly towards the light at any time.

"Do you like this gift?" His voice sounded extraordinarily gentle and friendly, like a lover's whisper, passing by her ears.

"I love so much."

"Do you remember what you said?"

"Of course," she said, "I'm willing to give my all."

"You will be my eyes. Not now, but that day will come. Once you have eyes, tell me your way. But don't try to find me, enjoy this precious time of peace as much as possible, Mi Sea sand."

She raised her head and saw a blazing flame, the white light was like a fence, separating all the silent darkness.It's so vigorous, the scalding heat can almost melt everything.

"Do you know what a person has to do to get rid of pain?"

He was silent for a while, "Quick death."

"No, it's not," she said with a smile, "it's love—it's love that lasts."

Since then, there is only love in her heart, no hatred.