present to the lord

"L, don't you use it?" The God of Death's deep voice is gentle and gentle, that kind of peace is not like a God of Death at all, but it is no different from a human being.

The teenager is huddling in a chair in front of the monitor in a dark room, with his legs bent and his hands resting on his knees, staring fixedly at the non-stop playback of the screen with his sleep-deprived eyes.

"Aliar, there are a large number of criminal deaths in Japan, all of which are caused by heart paralysis." L kept stirring the coffee that was about to solidify, "All criminals whose names and appearances have been announced all over the country are dying one after another, and the time period is very short. Characteristically gathered at the end of school for Japanese students."

"This is the power of the notebook." The young detective didn't have any special expression on his face. If he hadn't met this god of death, he would never have believed that a human would have such incredible power, but the facts are already very obvious, "Japan Someone in high school got a laptop and was already using it."

"It's only five days, and there are so many deaths." The young detective put his thumb on his lower lip, obviously thinking, "Doesn't he have any fear and guilt about killing people? The speed of death is so fast Speed ​​up, without the slightest interruption."

After drinking a cup of super-syrup coffee, the young detective moved his black eyes to the shoulder-length short-haired Grim Reaper, seemingly puzzled by his question: "Use a notebook? Why?"

"It has this ability. Shouldn't humans prove it after they have it?"

"But I just like to solve crimes." Said the young detective. He didn't have the slightest idea of ​​punishing criminals by himself. Although his name was Lawlite, he did not represent the law. He could capture but not punish. Moreover, "It has nothing to do with me. Whether it's a crime or a murder, I'm just interested in solving the case."

"For example..." The young detective stood up, his back a little hunched, his shoulders hunched, his long black hair covered his sharp eyes, "I think I should accept the invitation to Japan, it must be very interesting."

"Du, agree to their invitation." The boy said to the gray-haired butler, his voice full of anticipation.

Du was already used to the young master's behavior of talking to himself in the room, and he heard that there was an invisible guest here, so he even specially prepared apples.When he saw the fruit in the fruit bowl floating up out of thin air and then disappearing into the air, he completely accepted this unscientific fact.

"Okay." Du lovingly looked at the child raised by him.

When it was connected half a day later, L squatted there still maintaining the same posture, with a voice changer in front of him, and when the computer screen lit up, the cursive letters of L looked very mysterious.

"Members of the ICPO, this is L."

Ya Shenyue, who learned about the Death Note that Ruk would be exposed as long as he was touched by others, found a place that had been deserted for a long time.

"Ah Yue, why are you coming to such a remote place so late? What do you want to do?" He looked at the bottles and jars Ye Shenyue put on the ground.

"Such a dangerous thing can't be carried on the body at all times. I originally wanted to say that it was my record book for practicing case detection when my family asked, but it is no longer feasible. The risk is already quite high now. If there is If anything goes wrong, I may have to..." Ah Yue lifted the medicine bottle and poured out the medicine inside.

"Kill my family with my own hands."

In order to create an eternal kingdom without crime and filth, Ye Shenyue has abandoned all weaknesses after understanding the power of this notebook. He understands his goal and he can sacrifice everything.

For the pure eternal kingdom.

But now, what he has to do is to avoid such cruel things from happening to the greatest extent. This notebook must not be touched by family members or others!

"The scale and difficulty of this incident are unprecedented." L's voice did not fluctuate, and he spoke clearly and methodically, "And this incident is a very brutal mass murder that is absolutely intolerable. At present, I have some clues, the target It has been determined to be in Japan."

"In order to solve this case, I implore law enforcement agencies all over the world to unanimously approve it in this meeting, and please pay attention—"

The young detective's voice paused for a moment, and then he spoke solemnly and sternly.

"This is definitely not an ordinary murder case, please pay attention, I repeat, please pay attention-the murderer can take the life of the prisoner by knowing the name and appearance of the prisoner. In other words, as law enforcement officers, you also have the same Those who wear identification at all times should take appropriate measures.”

No matter how noisy the police are or even doubt L's IQ, when the Kanto District used a criminal to disguise L and provoked the criminal that day.

Yagamitsu looked at the man who claimed to be able to mobilize the police all over Japan, L, with an upright face, said that Kira was a murderer and wanted to arrest himself.

Unforgivable.

A man who is rooting out criminals is called evil, blatantly provocative, and despised by such a sanctimonious detective.

"Call me evil?" Ye Shenyue stirred up inexplicable ridicule and anger in his heart, "I save the weak who are afraid of the bad guys. I am creating a new world that everyone yearns for. I am the god of the new world!"

"Those who defy God's will are the real evil!" Ye Shenyue opened the notebook and pulled out a pen fiercely.

"You are so stupid L."

Fan Haoran watched L push the condemned prisoner onto the stage without any guilt. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the condemned prisoner who claimed to be L died suddenly.

All this is just to confirm his statement to the public.

Kira is a criminal who can take a life by someone's name and appearance.

"So he is such a radical person, a high school student..." The young detective suddenly remembered something, he looked at Reaper who was lazily lying on the sofa, "Are you Reapers all bored, the purpose of coming to the world... "

"Purpose?" Fan Haoran turned over and lay on his side, stretched out his hand to push away some masks to reveal his elegant jaw and red lips, and took a bite of a fresh apple. It's a gamble, and you'll be laughed at for working hard if you write human names in your notebook."

"If you have to say a purpose, it's too boring."

L stared at the small half of his chin that was exposed: "You came here because you were bored?"

"Yeah." The God of Death threw away the apple core, and whispered maliciously, "There are currently two Gods of Death who have come to the world."

"Currently?" L immediately grasped the key point, his thumb lightly pressed against his lower lip, his eyes were lowered in thought, his face was as calm as if he had fallen asleep while sitting on a chair.

"I want to take a shower." Death suddenly sat up from the sofa while the young detective was meditating, and his slender legs could still see a vague shape from his robe.

Fan Haoran helplessly looked at L who had fallen into deep thought and didn't know anything about the outside world. He lifted his mask and walked over to bend down to carefully look at the boy with his eyes closed.

His skin was morbidly pale, and he looked a little haggard and weak because he slept less than three hours a day. His hair was really messy, covering his eyes and the side of his face, making his original excellent face unrecognizable. Wears a white T-shirt and light blue jeans and walks around the house barefoot all the time.

But now, this boy is obediently nestled in the chair, looking incredibly small, so fragile that Fan Haoran feels that he can blow this boy to death with one breath.

The man bent down and stared carefully at the boy with closed eyes. His shoulder-length hair seemed smooth, and some cold light could be seen sliding against the movement in the dark room.

"What are you doing?" The young man opened his eyes. Although his face was calm, there was still some surprise in his eyes because of the sudden appearance of a man in front of him. "You look quite..."

His eyes are always unexpectedly sharp when he stares at a person, and this time he is staring at the god of death in front of him.

Under that mask was a rather handsome face, with deep and unwavering black eyes, gentle and calm eyes, red lips, in general, this is a face that is astonishing as long as it stands out.

"I want to take a bath." The man looked straight at the boy and said again, "I want to take a bath."

Stubbornly repeating his own needs, the man finally got his wish under the slightly surprised response of the boy.

"Du, go get someone to prepare bath water." Then the boy turned his head and asked the God of Death who had been waiting blankly, "Do you need a change of clothes?"

After thinking about it, the man nodded.

Although he can use things in the world, they are quite scary in the eyes of others.

Du looked strangely at the empty bathrobe floating around in the room, but fortunately he was used to the presence of an invisible guest in this room all the time, so he didn't show the slightest emotion.

This was Fan Haoran's first bath in this world, he breathed a sigh of relief, and lay on the sofa with his thighs spread apart.

L looked at the Grim Reaper who was lying there almost completely gone, he glanced down, his eyes were a little erratic.

The inside of the bathrobe was completely vacuum. The man lying there was slender and wild. His white thighs were spread apart without any defense. One leg was resting on the back of the sofa and the other was hanging on the ground. His legs were sexy and powerful, and the whole bathrobe concealed him It didn't do much to cover up, but instead, she felt unrestrained by this man.

It's not that L thinks too much, it's just that this man's figure and temperament are really daydreaming.The young man doesn't have much feeling for the naked human body, he even knows the various muscles and bones of human beings.

This man is the god of death.

He was very curious for a moment, is the body of the god of death the same as that of a human being?

"What's the matter, L." The man noticed the young man's attention to him, and he asked softly, with a little doubt and concern in his eyes.

The Grim Reaper's voice was deep and beautiful, and he was always very gentle when he said the name 'L'.

"Reaper, do they all look like you?" The boy finally asked out his curiosity, and his curious eyes made him look radiant.

"No." The God of Death replied, "It's more of a variety of strange shapes. Over the years, I have never seen a God of Death like me."

He laughed, low and deep, with some joy and vague temptation, in his eyes was the lake in the middle of the night, and the small sparkle of waves blowing on the surface of the lake.

"I'm special."