Reasoning Notes

Chapter 188 Reasoning Notes 4: Return of Ye Shenyue (50)
She crouched on the ground, shaking constantly, not sure whether it was sadness or cold.Suddenly, a blanket of warmth covered her body.She raised her head and saw Jing only wearing single clothes, with her arms folded.He put the coat on her body, and the staggered body temperature seeped in.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he looked cheap: "Beauty, let's go have a drink with the handsome guy."

Ling laughed with a "puchi".

All the sadness seems to melt away with the snow.

In the three years after college, Ling spent Christmas with Jing.

They sat on the pews outside the church, separated by a sacred door, listening to the believers recite the eulogy like the sounds of nature.There is pure white and flawless light seeping from the cracks in the gate, as if the other side of the gate is an ethereal paradise.

The snow fell melancholy one after another, and the street was like a slowly flowing river.

Passing couples, wearing Santa hats, cuddle up to each other.In the star-studded night sky, it seemed as if an elk was pulling a cart and passed by, and the melodious sound of "jingling bells" slowly shattered in the snow.Ling leaned on Jing Nuan's shoulder, and the two of them did not speak.She has long been familiar with the smell of nicotine on his body.

The snow fell without sound, and layers of white covered the two of them.

Jing smoked a cigarette, and it took a long time before he said a word: "Christmas five years later, let's get married."

His voice was very low, and the scattered notes sneaked into the falling snow and disappeared quickly.Ling hugged his arm tightly and nodded fiercely.

The hour hand jumped to 12 o'clock, and the church bells rushed to the night sky.

Xue is a quiet spectator, witnessing their agreement.

After graduation, Jing opened a detective agency.Ling also successfully entered the police department and became a forensic doctor.

Sometimes, Ling would go to Jing's detective agency to help out.He is alone, the office is always messy and smells of cigarettes all day long.At the beginning, the cases Jing took were all trivial matters like extramarital affairs.Even the homicide case is boringly simple.

Respect more time is soaked in the bar.He can drink for three days and two nights, and then pass out drunk on the street.He didn't take a shower for a few days, and his chin was covered with beards.Ling often helped him back from the bar alone. He smelled of alcohol, and he was distressed that he could not fully display his talents.

Ling didn't know how to comfort him.She stood at the window of the office of the detective agency, looking at the first snow of winter covering the cold and silent land, feeling sad.Do you still remember the promise made last Christmas?

They didn't spend Christmas together this year.Jing received a homicide case, which was entrusted by the local police.The case was weird and bizarre, so he made a special trip to rush over.Ling looked at the happy people on the street alone, but she heard the excited voice of Jing on the phone.

It was a complicated case, and it stumped him.It was precisely because of the difficulty that Jing was so excited. He hadn't encountered such a bizarre murder case for a long time.

"Really... that's good..."

At the end of the conversation, Ling twitched at the corner of her mouth, and Ling sadly stretched out her hand to catch the falling snow.

"Well, then I hang up."

Jing seems to have forgotten how important Christmas is to them.

On this day last year, he proposed to her.

That should be a marriage proposal.Ling is not sure, this may also be called an agreement.She squatted down and wrote the year 2005 on the snow, then 2006...and then 2010.

It's still a long time... She thought, squirmed her lips, and tasted the salty taste of tears.

It took Jing three days to find out the truth of the murder.When he revealed the tricks used by the murderer, the real murderer collapsed on the ground in despair, as if he had been greatly shocked, and looked at Jing in disbelief.

"How could you crack it? The man said, it's the perfect crime, I'll be fine. He lied to me."

that person?Kyung is confused by this.Did someone instigate him to commit a crime behind his back?However, no matter how much he asked, the real culprit refused to reveal a word, his eyes were terrified, as if he was afraid of something.

Watching the real murderer get into the police car, Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and shook hands with the criminal policeman in charge of the case to say goodbye.At that moment, his sight suddenly caught a black figure in the open space not far away.

It was a young man in black, with the brim of a black hat pulled down low, half of his face raised slightly, and his delicate skin was almost covered with a transparent film.He was so gloomy, the entire black shadow was greatly stretched under the setting sun.In stark contrast, he held a bright red apple in his hand.

I saw him sitting on the swing, shaking slowly.Every time it swings, it can pull out clusters of bright red.Those bright colors are lost in a trance in the barren dusk.Jing stared at him.

The surroundings were already quiet, and the orange sunset fled away with a group of burning clouds.Jingchao walked over to the boy in black.

This is not the first time he has seen this boy.In the past few days of solving the mystery, Mr. Jing accidentally saw this boy at the scene.who is he?Jing was very interested in the identity of the boy. As he was walking towards the wobbly swing, his mind kept replaying the murderer's confession just now: "That man said, this is a perfect crime..."

That person, the mysterious boy in black... two problems are entangled.

"Squeak - squeak -"

The swing was very old, and the rusty chain was bearing the boy's weight, making a dull sound.

Suddenly, the boy in black stretched out his foot and got stuck on the ground, and the swing stopped shaking.He stood up and raised his head towards Jing who was walking towards this side.On that innocent and lovely face, there was an unruly evil smile.In a short moment, he lowered his head again, his face was hidden in the shadow under the brim of his hat, leaving only a mysterious smile, very shallow, as if it would be blown away by the wind.

He turned around and was about to leave, his back facing the direction of the setting sun.

"Hey, please wait a moment." Jing called out, but the boy in black didn't stop, but continued to move forward.

"Wait a minute." Jing took two quick steps and chased after him.

"What's the matter?" This time, the black-clothed boy stopped by the side of the road, and occasionally a speeding car passed by with dust.People after school and get off work scattered their shadows on the street at dusk.

"That..." Jing stood behind the boy in black, not knowing what to ask.

The sunset embraced the quiet color, and the silence spread between the two for a long time.

Suddenly the boy in black laughed.

Jing frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

The boy in black gave another response.His voice was clear, with a low voice: "Do you know Death Note?"

"Death Note? What is that?" Jing asked.

"Hey hey, you'll know later."

His laughter sounded far away, and then, suddenly, he broke into a fast run.Before Jing could react, the boy in black rode on a motorcycle and disappeared under the dusk sky.

That day was the first time Jing heard the name "Death Note".

After that, he had several encounters with the boy in black who liked to eat red apples.

There have been many strange cases in this city one after another, and the perpetrators can use almost perfect methods to commit crimes every time, which makes the police feel overwhelmed, and they have to come to Jing for help frequently.Every time he went to the crime scene to investigate, Jing always saw the boy in black intentionally or unintentionally.

He began to determine that the occurrence of these cases must have something to do with that boy, and also had a great relationship with that Death Note.He couldn't help being very interested in the notes in the boy's mouth.

What kind of notebook is it?
Time suddenly became insufficient, and bizarre cases appeared one after another.Jing no longer goes to bars to drink too much, and even spends very little time in the detective agency.Ling prepared the meals and waited for him to come back. The night passed outside the window, and there was still no sign of him returning home under the street lamp.

When the rice was cold, she took it to heat it up, let it cool down again, and heated it up again...

Finally, the phone rang Jing's number, but all he left was a hasty sentence: "I won't be coming back tonight."

Holding the phone, Ling saw her face reflected in the glass window, and her sadness was rotting on it like a rotten root.She held the phone silently, and after a long time, she slowly said to the person who hung up early on the phone: "Merry Christmas!"

The next Christmas, they still didn't spend it together.

There are still three years left before the marriage agreement.Hello, did you forget?
In fact, Jing remembered it.

He just intends to uncover a huge criminal group before that.

Jing gradually discovered that these strange cases were inextricably linked.Because the murderers in the case used superb criminal skills.With their IQ, it is impossible to think of it.These murderous tricks seem to come from the same person.

And when some suspects confessed, they intentionally or unintentionally revealed the fact that there was someone behind them.But as if they were afraid of something, they didn't dare to say a word.King then conducted a careful investigation.The object of his investigation was locked on the boy in black.

There is no doubt that the teenager was involved in these cases.

Jing had stopped the boy in black many times, in fact, it seemed that he had deliberately let him stop him.Jing found it very strange that the boy in black seemed not afraid of being discovered, but instead directed Jing's investigation direction to himself.

On a starless night, the boy in black had a conversation with Jing.

There was heavy darkness floating around, and the outline of the city quickly blurred in the night, blurring.The neon light couldn't climb that mysterious face at all.

"Who are you?" Jing asked.

"Me? Hehe, I don't have a name." The boy in black said, showing a poker card in his hand as if by magic.

He tossed it casually, and the card flew towards him like a flying knife.Jing stretched out his hand to catch it, and the poker card in his hand was Hei Kui A.

(End of this chapter)