Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Chapter 86 Interesting Humans

"Yue, what do you want? Mom will buy it for you!"

"My brother just wants to study!"

My mother and sister were laughing and shouting downstairs.

"No, mother, there is nothing I want."

Close the door, turn on the desk lamp, and open the notebook.

It's filled with names.

——I have got what I wanted.

Three days ago, during an accidental incident of a gangster harassing a woman, he confirmed the authenticity of this notebook. Then he started writing, writing non-stop, writing madly... To date, he has "sanctioned" many people.

This notebook...

so good.

Light Yagami was just like strolling in a collection he had built, flipping through the pages one by one, looking at the names he had written down, admiring the results of his efforts. Suddenly... a voice came from behind him.

He could almost feel the cold air on his neck.

The voice teased: "It seems you like it very much."

Yagami Light suddenly turned his head - lightning flashed across the sky, and in the pale flash, he saw a huge strange figure with yellow eyes and red pupils. It had long limbs, and its hands almost hung to the ground; it was covered with black clothes, with a wide open collar, and clumps of black unknown hair were sticking out from the clothes...

wings, and another pair of wings folded on the back.

Wrists, fingers, ears, thighs, all hung with silver metal products.

It looked down at Light Yagami who had fallen to the ground, and said in a strange tone: "Huh? Why are you so scared...?"

"I am the owner of this notebook - the god of death, Ryuk. Hey... from the look on your face, I should have known that this is not an ordinary notebook, right?"

Light Yagami stared at the god of death for a long while, and only after his breathing calmed down did he stand up, pull out a chair and sit down.

grim Reaper…

It turned out to be the case.

"What will happen to me? Are you going to take my soul?" The boy's hair covered Light Yagami's eyes, and his hand holding the pen kept shaking.

Ryuk couldn't tell whether he was scared or excited, but his soul...

"Hmm...what is that?" The terrifying face of the Grim Reaper approached Light Yagami. It had no eyelids, and the corners of its mouth were split all the way to its ears. When it opened its mouth to speak, one could see its mouthful of sharp teeth.

"Soul?" The words spoken by the terrifying creature were totally inconsistent with its own appearance: "Is this a fantasy of you humans?"

"I won't do anything to you."

Light Yagami raised his eyes and saw himself in Ryuk's crimson pupils.

"From the moment the notebook fell into the human world, it has belonged to the human world." Ryuk stretched out his long nails and tapped Light Yagami: "In other words, this notebook is already yours."

Mine, belongs to me?

"If you don't want it, give it to someone else. However, I will then erase your memory of the Death Note."

Yagami Light raised his hand to interrupt: "Is it true that there is no cost to use this notebook?"

Ryuk scratched his head. "The price... If I must say, the user of the notebook will experience troubles and fears that ordinary people don't have - and," he approached Light Yagami and grinned, "and when you die, I must write your name in my notebook."

It patted a thick notebook hanging on the side of its leg. The cover was embedded with a huge cross, and a skull bulged out on it in contrast. The entire notebook was tied to its waist with a silver chain made of skulls.

"People who have used the Death Note should never think that they can go to heaven or hell..."

"That's all."

The ferocious intimidation had no effect on Light Yagami, who had tried the notebook. "I don't believe in religion, Ryuk." He stretched, as if he was not the one who had just been frightened and sat on the floor.

"You should try to believe it... Hmm, apples in the human world are really delicious." Even though Ryuk was hunched over, the height of the Grim Reaper was close to the ceiling. It picked up a red apple with water droplets hanging from it from the basket and took a bite.

"good to eat."

Light Yagami has a lot of questions about the God of Death and the Death Note.

"Why did you choose me?"

Click, click, click.

One apple after another was roughly stuffed into his mouth. "It's so delicious... Apple from the human world, you have a good mother."

"Delicious, delicious! So delicious!"

"Are you listening to me?" Yagami Light frowned: "Why did you choose me?"

Ryuk wiped his mouth, with a flash of disdain in his eyes: "Ah, I didn't choose you, I just lost my notebook. Hahaha, do you think you were chosen because you are smart?"

"Don't be so arrogant. It just happened to fall nearby and you just happened to pick it up."

Light Yagami sneered.

Lost it?

Why did it write the rules of use in English? The Death Gods don't need to understand the rules in English.

“…Because, it’s too boring.” Ryuk spread his slender arms, and his wings blocked the light from the window, and the room immediately fell into darkness. “To be honest, the Shinigami are so idle now, either playing cards or sleeping. If you write your name in a notebook, you will be laughed at, ‘Why are you working so hard?’ Even if you write the guys from the Shinigami world in a notebook, they won’t die.”

"The human world is more fun..."

Ryuk looked at Light Yagami with his dim eyes, and blood plasma was flowing in his red pupils.

"For example, when I met you, Light Yagami, you really wrote a lot of names." Ryuk picked up the notebook on the table and flipped through the pages one by one: "Why is it that only the guy who was hit by a truck has the 'cause of death' written on him?"

Light Yagami put down his pen and explained: "Because if we don't write the cause of death, everyone will die of 'heart attack'."

This is what's so great about Death Note.

"what?"

"Once I finish writing down the names of the main criminals, the level of the bad guys will slowly decrease." Yagami Light tapped his temple: "No matter how stupid a person is, he should realize that there is some unknown existence that is silently eliminating the bad guys in the world."

——I want to let people all over the world know my existence.

——Knowing that there is a messenger of justice punishing the bad guys.

"Oh, why would you do such a thing." Ryuk picked up the basket with his huge sharp claws, and there were no apples in it.

"Because I'm bored too, and this world is rotten." Light Yagami unconsciously explained his thoughts to the god of death he had just met. He stood up excitedly, "If, if this notebook was picked up by someone else, how would they use it? Use it to kill friends they hate, or celebrities they don't like...?"

Who has my ability?

No, no one would think of using notes for such a thing.

Only me! I can do it!

Use notes to execute and change the world.

Light Yagami said excitedly: "First, we need to clean up the earth. Keep writing the names of vicious criminals, and no one will dare to do bad things in the future."

"I will make the bad guys who commit crimes die of heart failure. I will slowly eliminate those who have no moral values ​​and bring trouble to others by causing them to die of illness or car accidents. In this way, the world will definitely move in a better direction."

"Then," he imitated Ryuk's action just now, spreading his arms and said with anticipation: "Then, together with a group of kind people I identify with, I will create a new world!"

——'You'... agree?

Ryuk tilted his head: "By then, you will be the only bad person left."

Light Yagami turned his hands behind his back and suddenly lifted the loose hair on his forehead, revealing his cheerful and innocent side.

"What are you talking about, Ryuk? I'm a serious model student. It's not an exaggeration to say that I'm... the best in Japan." After saying that, he turned his back to the Grim Reaper and looked out the window.

"And he will soon become the god of the new world."

The desire of mortals to become gods...

Looking at Light Yagami's back, the Grim Reaper showed a terrifying smile.

——Humans really are…

——Very interesting!

Chapter 87 Accidental Death

The man had a slicked-back haircut and was wearing a neat suit. The light passed through the thick curtains and divided the glass coffee table in front of the sofa into two worlds.

A short, honest and reserved man with a crew cut sat opposite. He buttoned his green tweed coat, with black mud stuck between his fingers. His shoulders were not suitable for the size of the coat, making his face from neck to abdomen wrinkled.

His leather shoes were not polished properly and the soles were squeaking - he was shaking his legs to hide his nervousness but instead exposed his poor family background.

"Please use."

The waiter brought a swan-necked glass bottle filled with amber liquor. He leaned over and poured wine for two men who looked almost the same age without even looking at them, then left again with the tray in his hand.

"Please have some." The well-dressed man spread his hands and gestured, "Try it. I prefer the dried chestnut flavor. I wonder if you can get used to it."

The man in the green jacket embarrassedly took his hand out of his oversized jacket to hold the cup, and found that his mud-stained nails were exposed to the other person's sight - the other person looked away as soon as they made eye contact, but this alone was enough to make him feel ashamed enough.

He bent his fingers, put his hands together like he was holding a water bottle, protecting the "embarrassing" part, and took a sip hastily.

"Cough cough cough..."

"You have to learn to savor things slowly. If you are too impatient, you won't get the results you want." The guy who seemed to be the host handed over the tissue and smiled gently, his words hinting at something. "Right? Mr. Kawamura."

thump.

Mr. Kawamura put down his glass.

"Children who grow up in the countryside don't know what moderation means." He and his sister were born in the countryside. It took him more than 20 years to walk from the criss-crossing ditches in the fields to the neat and clean cobblestone roads in the big city.

"My sister..."

His sister died because of this man.

Takahashi Hitoshi.

"I'm sorry." Takahashi Jin apologized and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief: "I'm sorry, Mr. Kawamura Ichiro. No one wants to see what happened to your sister."

If possible, Kawamura Ichiro would never want to have any contact with people of this class, nor would he. But the fact was that he had to come to him for his sister's matter and explain everything clearly.

"Impact, you should have seen the forensic report." Takahashi Ren sighed, looking at Kawamura Ichiro with a reproachful look in his eyes. "Although I can understand you, Mr. Kawamura, you have indeed caused a lot of trouble to my life."

The well-to-do man didn't seem to want to blame the poor, lower-class guy. He shook his head and explained to him what happened that night.

"I was still sleeping when she woke up. She got out of bed to get some water from the refrigerator, but she slipped and hit her head on the corner of the table. When I woke up during the day..."

Takahashi Jin showed a slightly guilty expression.

"She's already dead."

That was it. He had said the same words to the Attorney General and the police. Exactly the same words countless times.

The man picked up a dark brown briar pool bowl from under the coffee table. He picked up the tobacco in the box with his slender fingers and rubbed it tightly in the palm of his hand, piling it into a small handful.

"I understand your feelings, Mr. Kawamura. I understand you, even if you suspect that I killed your sister." Takahashi Jin smiled bitterly: "But, what reason do I have to kill her? You should be clear about your background - no money, no power, poor and low-class. Sorry, in order to make you clear, I can only say this - compared to me, she is very different from me, what is there about her that I like?"

Takahashi Jin picked up his pipe and tapped the table. "I only care about her. Sir, your sister herself is the only one I care about. I hope she can be happy every day, every year. And then marry me - in fact, we just decided to get engaged a week before she died."

What the other party said was right, Kawamura thought. Although they were both in Tokyo, the two of them had very little time to see each other. Every message from his sister was very sweet, and in her previous conversations, she had revealed her intention to get married to her brother.

She also made an agreement with her brother to take him to meet her lover one day.

did not expect…

Kawamura Ichiro frowned, while the man on the other side had already slowly picked up the tobacco and put it into the bowl. He pressed his thumb along the mouth of the bowl and tapped it twice on his knees.

"I know what you are thinking, Mr. Kawamura." He lowered his head and fiddled with his pipe: "Let this be my last kindness to my beloved son. You know that there are very few kind people in our family." He raised his head and snapped his fingers.

The waiter came up carrying a black leather suitcase, put it down, and walked away without looking back.

"There's some money in there, some - no no no, Mr. Kawamura, I'm not insulting you." Takahashi Jin held the pipe in his mouth and lit the tobacco with a snap - the brown was ignited and roasted by the flame, curling and bending. Under the carbonized surface, there was a faint red.

The man stared at the pipe in front of his mouth seriously, his expression focused. Before long, the faint smell of butter and toast spread into the room along with the curling smoke rising from the pipe bowl.

Ichiro Kawamura sniffed.

"I'm not insulting you and my former love." Takahashi Ren held his pipe and pointed at the black suitcase with one finger: "Aiko said before he died that his brother had a difficult life. As Aiko's man, is there anything wrong with me helping you?"