Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Kira?"

"You do not know?"

"I know Kira. What's the website?" Ichiro Kawamura shook his head.

Okuhisa Iwao was surprised: "A website that is very popular recently. The full name is "Kira the Savior" - it seems to be a website established by fans: many people leave messages on it, such as the murderer who escaped after committing the crime, and the one who has not been judged for a long time... Kawamura!" When he said this, he suddenly shouted!

"You scared me. What happened?"

Okuhisa Iwao grabbed Kawamura Ichiro and walked out of the house. The big man looked around and whispered:

"Hey, write about your son. I'll send you the website."

"It's no use..."

"No, Kira will really execute him himself!" Oku Iwao held Kawamura's shoulders and said seriously: "Justice has been served for many people. If it was Aiko's life that was so... so... tortuous, I think Kira would definitely help. Listen to me, Kawamura, at least for now, we have no other choice."

Ichiro Kawamura was somewhat tempted.

In the evening, when he returned home, the man typed the story word by word and uploaded it to a website called "Savior Kira".

Follow-up, a long wait.

One day, two days.

One week.

There was no movement.

"Mr. Ren is going to attend the company's product launch today." Kawamura called him 'Mr. Ren' with a fake smile, looking indifferent. He brushed off his work clothes and said to Oku Iwao, "Let me deliver the goods today."

"you?"

Okui Iwao shook his head: "It should have been me who delivered it. Besides, many of the things today are made of metal equipment and are very heavy. You haven't been in good shape recently..."

"I'll do it." Kawamura Ichiro interrupted: "You replaced me for two days, so I'll consider it as paying you back." He patted Okuhisa Iwao's shoulder and turned to the warehouse: "Thank you for all this time."

Okuiwa stood still. Why did these words sound so much like a farewell... By the way, today's goods are...

Takahashi Group!

The man grabbed the gloves and ran out.

…………

……

Gaoqiao Group, product launch.

The crowded intersection of the group, with reporters coming from all directions to hear the news, was as congested as their manager's cardiovascular system.

"Takahashi Hitoshi."

Kawamura Ichiro got out of the car with a blank expression, not even thinking about delivering the goods. He pulled down the brim of his hat and reached his right hand into the lining of his clothes - there was a sharp boning knife tied there.

Just three or five dollars.

Aiko, I will avenge you...

Kawamura Ichiro ducked into the crowd and squeezed forward. The long line was pulled apart to make a path, and in the jungle of flashlights and microphones, he saw the man who wanted to skin him alive.

Takahashi Hitoshi.

The other party had also seen him. The two looked at each other, and the man with the slicked-back hair smiled at him and walked over with big strides.

"I remember you are..." He approached and tapped his temple with his finger: "From Kawamura's family? Right? After all, I love my 'ex-girlfriend' very much..."

A meaningful look.

"What do you mean by that? You didn't take the money that was clearly given to you, did you?"

The metal handle has already poked out from the lining.

"I went to see Aiko at her grave."

The man immediately pulled the sharp blade out of his clothes. At this moment, a big hand roughly held down Kawamura Ichiro's arm that was drawing the blade.

Looking back, it was Okui Iwao.

"Kawamura!!" The friend yelled in a low voice: "Are you crazy?!"

"let me go!!"

"Kawamura!"

"Let go...let go of me, Iwao..."

A good show. Takahashi Jin smiled and took two steps back, hiding the fear on his face and hiding behind the security guard. "Goodbye, Aiko's...brother."

"Takahashi Jin!!"

The dispute between the two sides attracted the attention of people around them.

"Kawamura! Tell the media everything right now! He can't stop the people from talking!" The considerate Okui Iwao patted Kawamura Ichiro's arm as if to comfort him, then turned around and faced the cameras.

"My friend, Ichiro Kawamura. His sister was murdered two weeks ago. Yes, it was today's protagonist: Mr. Takahashi Jin!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

"He shamelessly exploited..."

“So, Kawamura…”

As he was talking, Okui noticed that there were fewer and fewer reporters around him. They hurriedly passed by him with their cameras behind them, and their lenses were pointed in the other direction.

Behind him, Ichiro Kawamura also pulled him.

Okui Iwao turned around.

Takahashi Jin was half-kneeling on the ground, clutching his heart in pain. Except for his personal attendant who called an ambulance, no one - no one present - cared about what happened to him. Reporters stood in front of the camera with microphones in hand, trying to fit themselves and the fallen Takahashi Jin in the camera.

"It's live now, Mr. Takahashi suddenly fell to the ground! "

'Is this another judgment from Kira?'

"Here they come! The person in charge is here!"

I don't know if Kawamura Aiko was so helpless before she was beaten to death, but at least... she wouldn't be watched by so many people before she died. Takahashi Jin stretched out his arms as far as he could and held the secretary's hand.

"Save...save..."

Reporters swarmed the scene.

"Mr. Takahashi, are you feeling unwell?"

"Mr. Takahashi, are you having heart pain? This is a precursor to heart paralysis."

"Have you done anything inappropriate? Do you think this is Kira's punishment?"

"Mr. Takahashi? Mr. Takahashi?!"

Forty seconds, Takahashi shut his mouth forever. The corpse would not respond to the reporter's questions, so after the microphone was turned off, there was another burst of continuous flashing lights.

Click, click, click.

One by one, the reports flew through the Internet and into the mobile phones of everyone watching the live broadcast.

Kawamura Ichiro stared blankly at the dead Takahashi Jin. Oku Iwao, who was in a daze like him, suddenly turned around and said, "It's Kira, it must be Kira, right? You posted the story about your son on that website, right?"

Ichiro Kawamura put away the boning knife and smiled with relief.

“Yes, I did.”

"It's Kira after all..."

My dear son, do you see this? Can you see it from heaven?

Even if there are demons in the world, the punishment of God will always come in despair. Oku Iwao patted Kawamura on the back, and the two men started to return. I thought, the return journey should be easier than the way here.

Chapter 90 Breaking into the live broadcast and breaking into the live broadcast

KILLER - KIRA

"Look, Ryuk, the search results are all my information."

After some typing, the mouse clicked on a top-ranked website.

"The Savior - Kira"

Is he already the savior?

Ryuk bent over and stared at the messages on the screen. Humans...are really interesting.

The man who wanted to be a god held a pen and wrote down names one by one on the paper. As time passed, the criminals fell one by one - heart failure. Death... death! All of them were death!

Half a month, one month.

Now, even the dumbest person should be able to see that something is destroying the bad guys bit by bit, using a heart-paralysis method.

The good guys cheer for Kira, the bad guys are worried, history is changing...The Death Note will definitely create an ideal world without crime.

The future is in my hands.

As he spoke, Light Yagami opened the website and waited for today's news. It was said that something important would be broadcast on the news today... maybe it would be about condemning Kira? Heh...

'Now it's ICPO that's broadcasting live to the world.'

Huh?

The live broadcast forcibly intervened in the channel, and a blond foreigner in a black suit jumped into the screen.

"My name is LIND L TAILOR, known as "L" in the detective world." The man stared at the camera and spoke word by word: "I have been asked to assist in the investigation of the serial killer Kira, the largest murder case in history."

The largest scale? You must be kidding. Do you think you don't know the history of religion if you don't believe in God? The largest scale murder in history was caused by the guy who claimed to be a "loving man".

Thinking of this, on the other side of the screen, 'L' looked at the camera with sarcasm: 'The mastermind of this case, codenamed Kira, is an extremely selfish and childish criminal.'

Light Yagami raised his eyebrows.

"I hereby promise that I will bring Kira to justice." The man in the picture said firmly: "Kira, I see through your thoughts, your actions are very childish."

"You are the sinner who should not be tolerated by the world. You are even more despicable than the criminals you 'punished'..."

You are also very naive, L.

Light Yagami sneered, turned his chair and opened his notebook.

“The whole world will watch a good show…”

He compared the man's appearance in the video, wrote "LIND·L·TAILOR" in his notebook, and turned his wrist to check his watch.

"I really want to play with you for a while longer, L, but unfortunately..." Yagami Light leaned back in his chair with a relaxed expression. In his sight, the serious-looking man on the screen was undoubtedly as ridiculous as a clown trying to attract attention in front of the whole world. In a few dozen seconds...

L…Great Detective?

The voice on the screen continued: "Abuse of private behavior... civilization degenerates into a barbaric world..."

"Kira, your..."

'ah…!!!'

The scene suddenly changed. The man who was making the announcement a few seconds ago suddenly covered his heart in pain. He lay down at an angle and slipped off the chair.

thump.

Many people rushed into the camera, including doctors and bodyguards, surrounding him. The last scene was him being carried away by several people.

The struggle soon stopped.

Probably...

At this moment, everyone watching the live broadcast pursed their lips and remained silent.

Except Light Yagami.

"Boring... What great detective?" Light Yagami brushed his hair and turned his chair uninterestedly.

——When he was about to turn off the screen, the originally static studio picture suddenly jumped, and a big Gothic "L" was printed on the pure white screen.

The sound follows the picture closely, a strange synthesized tone.

"Unbelievable..." A voice came from the screen: "Kira, you can actually kill people remotely..."