The Grim Reaper was caught.

Sulfur flickered his black wings and hovered in mid-air, his bulb-like eyes scanning the crowd in front of him like the scythe of death.

The scythe slowly passed over everyone's face, carving deep blood marks one after another. The blood was not bleeding, but the wounds had left on everyone's body.

"I'm a mole."

Grim Reaper said slowly, the corners of his mouth slowly curling, and there seemed to be bright red blood stains in them. The color of the blood stain was so vivid, it really looked like a round and full apple.

It's beautiful, people can't help but look stupid,

Goodo......

The sound of saliva swallowing emanated from everyone's bodies. Death was right in front of him, and as long as he lowered his head, took out the death notebook in his arms, and wrote down the blood-red name that appeared in his eyes word by word, that person would fall in response.

Is it Gao Xiaowan?

He was eating candy, and the sweet candy was thrown into his mouth and chewed on it. Saliva mixed with sugar juice spread in his mouth little by little.

Is it Liu Ling?

A girl with long black hair is combing her long black hair. Her long hair was smooth and bright, long, as soft and beautiful as silk.

Or Lelouch?

The man with the GEASS was smiling at the Grim Reaper in front of him, like a seasoned fierce hand, smiling and staring at his prey. His appearance is so wonderful that it makes people feel good from the bottom of their hearts.

Except for one person, no, one god should be said.

A Grim Reaper.

The grim reaper's face remained the same.

"I am Sulfur, a Grim Reaper."

He said slowly, the corners of his mouth rising higher and higher, as if even his mood was getting higher and higher, until it reached the sky. Still floating and reluctant to fall.

Gao Xiaowan didn't speak, and Liu Ling didn't answer. They knew what the Grim Reaper meant.

A person can send someone to meet the Grim Reaper, and the process is simple. Just let that person's heart stop beating, just stop that person's nose from fanning.

But what about the Grim Reaper?

How can they get a Grim Reaper to meet Grim Reaper?

In a nutshell......

"I'm the Grim Reaper, and since my identity has been revealed, how are you going to kill me?"

Whew......

The Grim Reaper's wings slowly stirred upward, and an invisible wind roared beneath the broken wings, supporting their master to slowly rise into the air.

Volleyed down, with a pair of blood-like bright red eyes.

Stare. Gaze without sound, contempt, contempt without emotion. Cold, lifeless cold. This is the gaze that only death can have, and this is the expression that only death can show.

Under this gaze, no one spoke for a long time. Not only did no one speak, but even the sound of breathing had disappeared. The voices were so timid, as if they feared that they would become the target of death in the next second. Because at this time, they all thought of another thing.

"Use the Death Note. Only two conditions are required. Grim Reaper Sulfur slowly pulled his hand out of his bosom, and a black notebook appeared in his hand.

Hands, corrupt took on an off-white color.

Hands, clean and stained with blood.

Hand. Able to write about death.

Now, the Grim Reaper finally descended into the air, took out his notebook, and held his pen. He smiled, cast his gaze, and spoke his words.

"How are you going to kill me......"

Slender fingers slowly lifted the Grim Reaper's notebook. The bone-revealing fingers slid across the smooth, white paper.

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill ......"

It's the sound of fingers gliding over the pages.

"I'm curious."

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill...... Zla! ”

The pages of the book were torn off by death, like a lifeless butterfly falling from the sky in a lonely and helpless manner, and the ground was not covered with yellow plane leaves, but only hot as hellish temperatures.

"All I need to do is know your names, see your faces, and write them down on this piece of paper."

Write down.

How long is a person's name? How many words can a Chinese name have? Three? Four? Or five?

How long can a person's name be? How much time does it take to write? Ten seconds, twenty seconds, or a minute?

How long can a person live? Ten years, twenty years, or fifty years?

"As the Grim Reaper, I have this convenience. Just by seeing your face, I can know the name behind it. There can be absolutely no mistake, since there will be no mistake, then...... To kill a person is to be foolproof. ”

Death Sulfur spoke quietly, quietly speaking of reality. He didn't hide any rules, he was telling the truth. It's just true, often scarier than a lie.

Hearing this terrible truth, Gao Xiaowan frowned, and the taste of the candy in her mouth slowly lost, as if she was a little bitter, and the broken candy fragments seemed to be scraping her lips and mouth.

Liu Ling, who was originally combing his long hair, stopped his movements, his hair was a little astringent, like a dead wood branch that had not been moistened for a long time, not only was it terrible, but even made his hands hot and painful.

Lelouch raised his head, trying to make the smile on his face genuine and serious, trying to hide the timidity that shouldn't have existed in him.

Because they all noticed a most real problem. The question is so obvious, it's like someone is asking you, how many suns are in the sky, it's like someone is asking you, how many moons are there in the sky, it's like someone is asking you, how many times can a person die.

The answer to all of these is one.

"One." Sulfur, the god of death, spread out the death notebook in his hand, which was blank and white, as if it had just snowed, and the white expanse was so beautiful. This beauty is almost suffocating, this beauty is so intoxicating, this beauty is so deeply understood.

Write a name and a person will die.

"My rules still apply in this world, it's not the result of my own experimentation." Grim Reaper said quietly, but the piece of paper he had torn off had already fallen slowly in the air and landed on his face.

The face of a dead man.

Advance into the face of the warden of the city.

Isn't the face of a dead man covered with a white cloth? Isn't that the cloth on his face?

"You are wise men, and you can make anything foolproof. You are wise men, and you have no last resort. You are wise men, and you are capable of playing with any life and applause. I am convinced that you have measured the results with great certainty. ”

Whoever has his name written on the Death Note dies.

It is common in any world.

"So I'm curious now, how many friends does Liu Mengchao have?"

Death's gaze slid over Gao Xiaowan's body, paced to Lelouxiu's side, gently lifted Liu Ling's long black hair, and blew softly into Levi's ear.

Liu Mengchao doesn't have many friends, and each of them is so precious. If a person has no friends, what does he have?

"No, his life will be colorless."

Death Sulk looked serene, like a painter looking at his own work.

It was a black-and-white picture, with no flowers, no laughter, no life, just black crows standing on the rotting corpses, bowing their heads and pecking at the carrion.

"Of course, Liu Mengchao also has a lot of lovers?"

But...... The reality is so obvious. How strong is a person's heart to endure what it can't?

Will Liu Mengchao go crazy? Reckless revenge?

Does Liu Mengchao hurt? Desperate wailing?

Liu Mengchao will ...... Suicide?

No one was sure, just as no one dared to raise their heads, stare at this Grim Reaper, and say what they wanted to say. They were able to kill him, they were able to stop him.

Yes.

This was the second sentence spoken by the Grim Reaper.

"Can you stop me from killing?"

Kill those who appear in front of the Grim Reaper, those who Liu Mengchao cares about, likes, and is indispensable.

"Can you?"

Death asked, smiling. (To be continued......)

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Uh-huh, if you let Grim Reaper Sulfur kill all of them, it will be over~~~~~~

With such a disciplined idea, I can't bear to put pen to paper~~~~~~