Fan Yunhe has been a little restless these days.

He always felt as if there was someone in his home who he couldn't see, and his things were often inexplicably moved to another location, or even the laptop that was full last night had run out of power the next morning.

At first, he thought it was just that he was too tired from the idea of a new work recently, so that his memory dropped a lot, but as the days passed, no matter how he comforted himself in his heart, Fan Yunhe couldn't help but feel panic.

His usual paintbrush appeared in the kitchen, and he found a kitchen knife in the studio.

The clean clothes that were washed yesterday were covered in dust when I saw them in the closet this morning.

The newly painted manuscript suddenly disappeared and was found in the toilet......

As time passed, this phenomenon, which can be called supernatural, became more and more serious and unscrupulous.

There are—one—one—look—no—see—people—are—gaze—look—look—you.

All the time, like a shadow, even if you run away to the hotel, let yourself stay in a bright place as much as possible, the invisible thing still follows you, pesters you, lifts and puts down the things around you in front of you, throws away your paintbrush and eats your food.

I want to scream, I want to run, I want to hide.

But you can't scream, you can't run away, there's nowhere to hide.

Fan Yunhe felt that he was about to go crazy, but even if he prayed to God and worshiped Buddha, he couldn't get rid of the existence that followed him all the time and played with himself in the palm of his hand, like a god of death.

That's right, Grim Reaper......

The manga called "Death Note" that I reported also has a presence called the Grim Reaper, right? It can't be detected by ordinary people, but it can interfere with reality.,For the sake of interest, you play with mortals in applause.。

Ah, yes, is this retribution?

Is it going to be written down in that horrible notebook and die a miserable death?

No.

Don't don't don't don't.

I don't want to die, I want to live, and I still have a lot of years to enjoy, so, so ......

This middle-aged man, who was obviously in his thirties, curled up on the ground like a young child and wept bitterly, constantly kneeling and kowtowing to the void where nothing existed, and crying loudly in a voice so sharp that it did not look like a man could make: "Please let me go!" I was wrong! I'm going to apologize, and I'm going to do my best to make amends, please let me go, I don't want to die yet......"

Without any warning, Fan Yunhe found that the door of his study was opened, and it was clear that the door only made a slight sound when it hit the wall, but it seemed to make the room vibrate, which made Fan Yun and his slightly blessed body tremble violently.

“…… Meaning, let me in? ”

Naturally, he didn't respond, he cautiously stood up and walked into his study, where he saw his computer turned on.

On the computer screen, his Weibo is displayed, on which is a confession that his account has just released for reporting "Death Note", and at the same time, he has released a large number of materials that have ruined the reputation of other cartoonists and touted his own works, and not only that, but the news record of his betrayal of the magazine in exchange for remuneration has also been published.

Looking at the web pages on the computer screen in a daze, Fan Yunhe suddenly felt that all the strength of his body seemed to be taken away and fell to the ground.

He didn't know if he would be killed by that terrible Grim Reaper, but one thing he knew was that his career as a cartoonist was almost over.

Looking at the middle-aged man who collapsed on the ground, Lin Lin snorted disdainfully: "It's really ugly." ”

But suddenly, she felt that the things she had done were really incomparably empty, tossing this middle-aged man could not make Lin Lin feel the slightest pleasure, she suddenly felt that it was really meaningless to spend so much time in order to take revenge on this middle-aged man, rather than doing this, it was better to chat with Yuemi to be a little more interesting.

This guy is also a cartoonist who serialized comics in "Shonen Weekly", but the editor in charge is not Weng Ruyu but Liang Yong, and he is also the cartoonist whose work was cut in half mentioned by Liang Yong and Weng Ruyu some time ago, roughly the motive for him to report "Death Note" Lin Lin can almost guess.

Although Lin Lin knew very well that Yuemi didn't care about the person who reported "Death Note" at all, when Lin Lin told her that she had found this whistleblower, Yuemi didn't even ask who this whistleblower was and why he reported "Death Note".

However, Yuemi doesn't care, Lin Lin cares! Of course, this person is just pushing, but for Lin Lin, this person makes Yuemi sad, so it is unforgivable! If you don't breathe for Yuemi, Lin Lin will feel uncomfortable!

Although, well, after doing these things, Lin Lin suddenly felt very empty.

So leaving this middle-aged man behind, Lin Lin floated directly in the direction of his home.

I want to see the smiling face of Tsukimi.

Returning home with anticipation, Lin Lin shouted through the wall: "Yuemi, I'm back!" ”

However, there was no response, the house was quiet, and there was no human breath at all.

Suddenly saw a note on the coffee table in the hall, Lin Lin leaned over.

[Lin Lin, I received a call from Editor Weng to go out to Huafang Coffee House. 】

“…… It turned out that I went out, and I flew so fast all the way to come back early......"

A little disappointed, he threw the note into a ball and threw it into the trash, and Lin Lin lay motionless on the sofa.

One minute.

Three minutes.

Ten minutes.

"Ahhh Sitting up suddenly, Lin Lin yelled, and then became lazy and lazy like a deflated person, floated up through the ceiling to his room, and turned on the computer, "Forget it, let's check some information." ”

"After all, in order for Tsukiya to continue drawing 'Death Note', you can't prepare well."

At the same time, Yuemi had just arrived at the Huafang Coffee House, and then saw Weng Ruyu sitting in the window seat at a glance.

I don't know if it's Yuemi's illusion, she always feels that today's Weng Ruyu is a little more haggard than she saw in the past.

"I'm sorry, Editor Weng, I'm late."

Walking over, Yuemi said hello politely, although in terms of time, she arrived about 20 minutes earlier than the agreed time.

"It's okay, Sanchuan-san, I've actually been very idle lately, I don't have anything to do, just wait a little while, it's not a big deal."

The moment she saw Yuemi, the subtle and haggard aura on Weng Ruyu's body was suddenly put away and she returned to her usual self.

"That's good, that's good, but Editor Weng, are you looking for me today?"

Although she knew that maybe it was just Weng Ruyu's polite words, Yuemi still smiled slightly at her words, and then sat down and asked about the purpose of Weng Ruyu's meeting today.

didn't answer immediately, Weng Ruyu paused, and then let go of the coffee cup he had been holding, and put away the smile on his face: "First of all, Mr. Sanchuan, I want to apologize to you and Mr. Sanshan!" ”