present to the lord

The sky in the Death God Realm has been maintained in a dark gray-white for a long time, and there is rarely a moving thing in the vast dead silence.

Here dry, barren, silent, suffocating...

"It's so boring." The tall and strange creature sat on the gravel in the Death God Realm and looked at the Human Realm. The mouth without upper and lower lips showed sharp tooth-like teeth, and the dark wings grew from both sides of the shoulders. Spear.

The God of Death Realm is always like this, without the slightest change. Such a place makes Ruke feel very boring: "It's really boring."

"You are Ruke." The male's deep voice asked from behind Ruke. It was faint, obviously without much ups and downs, but it made Ruke feel a sense of horror.

Ruk immediately turned his head, his round eyes were very rare even among Shinigami, and they were full of idle evil.

"You took my notebook from King Death, and return it to me."

It's not the various grotesque figures of the Grim Reaper. On the contrary, if the Grim Reaper in front of him doesn't wear the bone mask, then he is no different from those guys in the world except for his bright red cloak.

This man is about 1.9 meters tall, but he still looks a little petite in front of the three-to-four-meter god of death, Ruke.

Ruk looked at the god of death in front of him with those evil round eyes, and laughed: "I didn't expect there to be a guy like you who looks like a human in the world of the god of death. Are you talking about this notebook?" Picking up the pure black notebook on his waist, he tossed it up and down, "This is mine."

"You should know that a Grim Reaper can only have one notebook..." This is the rule of the Grim Reaper King, and any Grim Reaper who dares to violate the rules will be severely punished.

The meaning of this sentence is self-evident.

"Okay, I'll return it to you!" Ruk had to give up his plan to go to the world, and he threw the notebook to the god of death who had been calm. Even without this notebook, the plan can be changed, and he You will definitely find an interesting person to amuse yourself.

Fan Haoran raised his arm to receive the black notebook that flew over in his hand, his palm sank, his pale skin and blood-red fingertips slowly brushed past the dark envelope, and he let out an inexplicable low laugh.

"Oh, you saw it." There are bright yellow eyeballs and crimson pupils in the round eyes of Ruke. When he turned his eyes, he immediately saw the God of Reaper who opened the notebook. He slapped the black wings on his back, "It's very interesting~ Ka Ka Ka!"

Fan Haoran slammed the Death Note shut, strands of black hair dangled from the crimson cloak, and the white square bone mask used as a barrier to block Death's entire face, the mask looked like a slightly curled It looks like paper rolled up, and the two corners are tightly attached to the temples, which looks particularly weird.

"It's really interesting. Did you come up with the rules in this note?" Wei Wei's low-pitched laughter buzzed from the mask without eye holes, with some contempt and surprise, "It seems that we will definitely meet each other in the future." .”

"Oh? You want to go to the human world too?" Ruoke bent down and made a strange movement in an oppressive posture. Although his body was huge, it was unexpectedly soft, and he twisted his body sideways into an incredible arc. Turning the sky and the earth in one direction, he happily observed this god of death with a human appearance.

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Japan.

"Aliar, who will pick up the notebook if I throw it away?" With an evil and ominous smile, Rick was holding his own dark red notebook and grinning, the god of death who came to the world. The world loves it very much, "I really envy this changing world."

Compared with the world of the god of death, the human world is the paradise of the god of death.

The man in the crimson robe stood volleying beside the god of death Rukshen. He was silent for a moment, and stretched out white fingers from under the robe, with bright red nails on them. He pointed in one direction with such hands.

Japanese high schools are still in class at this time, and the boy sitting by the bed rests his chin with one hand, looking boredly at the campus outside the window.

What a boring world, boring people, boring life, boring everything...

Ye Shenyue thinks so, his gray-brown hair is very smooth, his eyes always look friendly, upright and gentle, he is a standard student model, and his grades are even more gratifying to the teacher.

He has no flaws in the eyes of everyone.Handsome, gentle personality, and handsome and smart.He was the target of the girls at school, and no one even hated him.

However, if you look carefully, he doesn't have a friend who is a little closer.

"Aliar, such an interesting kid, it's a pity that you don't stay." Rick squatted on the canopy of the tree and put his hands on his eyes to make a gesture of looking out. He immediately laughed excitedly, "That kid is really interesting!"

The light at dusk became blurred, as if people were doubled and blurred, the face of the god of death in the red robe was gathered under the hood, and the gentle sunset crossed the bright red, because it was not the clothes of the world But there is no material to be seen, there is obviously a layer of light sprinkled on it, but it seems to be swallowed up.

This is the texture from the Death Sand Valley in the Darklands.

——Listen to and obey God's words. Only in this way can the gift of the sea be endless.

"Who are you?" The boy in a white t-shirt and light blue jeans stared wide-eyed, with exaggerated dark circles under his eyes. He shrunk his neck slightly, carefully holding a piece of paper with his thumb and index finger in his right hand.

Fan Haoran still maintained the movement of opening the note, and seeing the boy staring at him in surprise, he tilted his head strangely, as if he didn't understand why this human being could see him.

L looked at the strangely dressed man in front of him. Almost no one in the UK would wear such a blood-red cloak and white mask to ostentatiously walk around in the city. Besides, this is the House of Huamiz. In the UK, no one would break in so blatantly. Come.

"L, who are you talking to?" The little girl Ellie ran over and grabbed L's sleeve, her raised face was as cute as an angel.

L calmly glanced at the man in front of him, and his heart was filled with thoughts that would never have appeared in his mind in the past, but now he had to admit something: "It's nothing, Ellie, let's go play with Hals. "

Fan Haoran silently followed the sleep-deprived teenager until he walked into a room with several computers and monitors.

L curled up on the single sofa with bare feet, all kinds of sweets were placed in the visible places in the room, and the space was crowded with a strong smell of sweets.

"You can tell me what you are." L raised three fingers, picked up a piece of candy dipped in greasy syrup with his index finger and thumb, and carefully fed it into his mouth, "You are not human."

Fan Haoran: ...

"Of course, from a practical point of view, you are not human." L swallowed the sugar in his mouth, and continued to reach out to the delicate cake, "Then what are you?"

The entire face of the god of death, who had been silent all this time, was covered under the mask, and there was no gap to peek at.

L couldn't see the identity of this guy.

"I..." The hoarse voice seemed a little dull due to the long silence, with a strange tone, "I want to find a new owner for my notebook."

"Huh?" L made a pyramid of sugar cubes in the coffee cup, and then he continued to hold the sugar cubes one by one, raising the tip one by one, precariously but very stable, "notebook?"

"It's you, you picked up my paper." He decided to speak without thinking that he was too rude, and he didn't even seem to realize his rudeness, "You are the new owner of my notebook." The man made a final decision like this .

"Eh~? This is the notebook you mentioned?" The dark circles under the boy's eyes made him look extremely unhealthy. He huddled on the chair and didn't casually touch the very ordinary-looking black notebook, "DEATHNOTE? "

Then he picked up a corner with two fingers again, and lifted the cover of the book:

"⊙The person whose name is written in the note will die.

⊙If you don't keep the appearance of the victim in mind when writing the name, it will be useless.And people with the same name and surname will not be effective.

⊙After writing the name, write the cause of death within 40 seconds of the time unit of the human world, and things will happen accordingly.

⊙ If the cause of death is not written, everything will be treated as a heart attack.

⊙After writing the cause of death, 6 minutes and 40 seconds will be given to record the death condition in detail. "

"It's really an interesting rule." L squeezed the cover and closed the notebook, "Such an interesting thing..."

He didn't doubt whether this notebook could kill people like his rules. The appearance of this god of death had already explained everything.

"Each death notebook is connected with his god of death, and only the humans who use the notebook can see me and hear me." God of death stood in the corner of the room from the beginning he entered the room without moving a bit, his voice hesitated for a long time Strange tones that appear unpronounced are becoming more and more normal.It is not as gloomy as L imagined, but quite magnetic and pleasant.

"Why did you choose me?" L asked the same question as Ye Shenyue on the other side.

The boy was curled up on the sofa, enjoying sweets to his heart's content, and consuming sugar without knowing how to control it. It is really incredible that he can still maintain a healthy body while eating in this way.

"You picked up my paper," said Death.

The thoughtless words were so abrupt and impersonal, but L understood them.

"You mean, touching the paper in the Death Note can see you? Whether the paper leaves the notebook or not?"

"That's it."

Reaper replied like this, and then he finally walked over slowly with his feet lifted, his head bowed, and there was obviously no gap to observe through the white bones, but he made an expression of observing.

L tilted his head and swallowed the strawberries on the cake. He couldn't see the face of the god of death, not even his eyes. It was like a mask like a goggle in front of a helmet. The young man seemed curious about the face under the mask.

"It doesn't look very tasty." Death said suddenly.This is the verdict on the exquisite dessert in front of the boy, which looks expensive.

"Eh? Reaper also needs to eat?" Jumped down in amazement, and stood barefoot in front of this stunned and weird Reaper. Standing with Reaper 179 at the height of 193, he could only lift his head and stand on tiptoe, curiously approaching the boy. Looking carefully, his eyes are extremely pure, "Then what do you like to eat?"

Fan Haoran thought for a while, and narrowed his eyes behind the mask almost maliciously.

"apple."

After a moment of silence, Death heard a low and beautiful voice.

"Death likes to eat apples."

The author has something to say: Actually, I quite like Ye Shenyue~