"Special items? Wouldn't this ordinary-looking book really be ......" With doubts, Tang Xuan flipped open the cover, and the strange thing was that the system clearly prompted "Unusable, unanalyzing", but Tang Xuan still opened the book.

Wang Ling and Lin Yu, who also received a system prompt, also noticed Tang Xuan's discovery and hurriedly came over.

"My fate belongs to me alone, and not even God has the right to take my life! - The Breaker"

On the first page, there is only one sentence.

On the second page, there is also only one sentence, "Death, not terrible, not mysterious." Peel through the fog and you'll find that death has to follow the rules! "The payment is still the "one who breaks free".

When he turned to the third page, Tang Xuan's face finally changed. I saw that it read "Beibu Gulf Bridge Collapse Accident." The number of deaths should be 86 + 30 + 8 = 124. The actual death toll was 86. 38 people are on the death list. ”

"Sequential Dead: Candace - Isaac - Olivia - Nathan......" is followed by the names of the main and supporting characters, and interspersed with some names that Tang Xuan doesn't recognize, which should be the other passengers who got off the bus together.

"Disorderly deaths: Tang Xuan, Lin Yu, Lu Lianna, Wang Ling, Yan Lei, Ma Weiming, Xiang Yajun, Shi Yi."

Tang Xuan, who was pale, couldn't wait to turn to the fourth page.

"Death Hints of the Disorderly Dead", "Death Design of the Disorderly Dead", "Recovering the Bodies of the Dead"

"Candace's Death Hint", "Candace's Death Design", "Recovering Candace's Body",

Whew! Tang Xuan flipped through the book quickly, and finally stopped on the penultimate page, with the words "The 97th Death Design of the Breaker"

However, before the three of them could continue to watch, a deep and hoarse voice came: "You shouldn't come here. ”

The black prosecutor slowly walked in with a small cart dragging a corpse and said, "This is the resting place of the dead, and your random intrusion will disturb them." ”

With that, the black prosecutor pushed the body to the table in the room where the body was placed

"But," the black prosecutor turned his head abruptly, "the gentleman said that you didn't disturb him, and that you were polite guests, but unfortunately, I'm on working hours, and if you don't mind, you can go over for a cup of coffee or something." ”

After speaking, he ignored Tang Xuan and the others, put on a white mask and gloves as if no one was around, and turned on the lamp on the table, as if he was going to start working.

The moment the gauze was lifted, Tang Xuan's pupils instantly expanded, and Wang Ling wanted to say something, but was quickly stopped by Tang Xuan's "shh

When I saw the black prosecutor take out the internal organs, the burnt head, and the body on the workbench one by one, from the cart, and put it together into a human shape. Even Tang Xuan and Lin Yu also felt a strong sense of disgust, and Wang Ling even rested her head against the back of the two, not daring to look at it. This is not one of those "general teachers" that I occasionally see in biology class at school! Moreover, when they saw the head, all three people recognized it - this corpse was the previous Ma Weiming.

And if Xiang Yajun and Shi Yi were also here at this moment, they would recognize that the corpse lying on the bed in the room was not the homeless man they killed on the street?

"Look, Jason, I've got you guys a buddy, and I hope you get along." The black prosecutor said in a flat tone.

Even Tang Xuan has the idea of temporarily retreating outside at this moment, this has nothing to do with psychological quality, and it has nothing to do with being timid and bold, as long as he is not a psychopath, he will be stunned when he sees the scene of the dialogue between the human corpses that is being staged around him. At this moment, although it is very clear that the black prosecutor is by no means the god of death, the black prosecutor has also become a terrifying existence in the hearts of the three of them.

However, when he saw the black notebook still in his hand, he settled down again, took a deep breath, and whispered to Wang Ling and Lin Yu: "Why don't you go outside first and wait, there are some things I still need to figure out here." ”

"No, it's all a small scene." Lin Yu shook his head and said in a low voice.

Wang Ling also shook her head firmly, finally calmed down, and tried to open her eyes to watch the black prosecutor stitch the head and body of Ma Weiming's body with needles and threads.

A cold wind blew, Tang Xuan raised his head vigilantly, how could there be wind in this closed room?

However, before Tang Xuan could think about it, he suddenly shuddered. Because he found it difficult for him to move even a finger at the moment, as if under some kind of influence.

The black prosecutor had already stopped what he was doing at this time, stood up, gently pushed the square table where the surgical knives were placed on the side, and then looked at the ceiling above his head, took out a few oil lamps from under the bed and lit them, took off his gloves and walked to Tang Xuan's side and patted him on the shoulder. At the same time, he reached out and pulled the electric brake behind him.

The light of the oil lamp illuminated the small room, and it was no darker than before. But Tang Xuan's back was covered with dense cold sweat.

As the black prosecutor gracefully returned to the stage to put on a new pair of gloves, he heard a number exclaimed softly: "Ninety-eight!" ”

And at this time, the "work" of black prosecutors also seemed to be coming to an end. After finishing the final stitches, he slowly raised his head, took off his mask and gloves, took a shroud to wrap the stitched body, and said, "Hey man, you can rest well now." Rest assured, no one will disturb you here, I promise. Then he said to the corpse next to him, "Jason, you should be friendly to this kid from the East." With that, he lifted a shroud and covered him.

"Alright." The black prosecutor clapped his hands, tilted his head and smiled at Tang Xuan, "Now, it's time to receive uninvited guests." This is not the place to talk, let's come to the living room and talk about your purpose. Don't worry, your trial is over today. After speaking, he looked meaningfully at the notebook in Tang Xuan's hand.

When I came to the living room, the light brightened again, dispelling the fear of darkness a little. Tang Xuan opened his mouth, and then handed over the notebook with both hands: "I'm sorry, I moved your things without permission." ”

"It's okay, I don't mind, take this book with you if you like it." The black prosecutor said flatly.

"This ......," Tang Xuan said a little incredulously.

"The secret of the Grim Reaper has been revealed, so it is not a secret." As he spoke, the black prosecutor still took the notebook, took out a red pen from the drawer of a table in the corner of the living room, typed a big "X" on the red label on the cover "DeathNote", and then stuffed it back into Tang Xuan's hand, "Respect for the dead is a supreme virtue, worthy of praise, as a reward for not disturbing Jason, I will give him to you." Maybe it works for you, or maybe it doesn't, it's up to you. ”