"You shouldn't come here," the black uncle gently walked in while pushing a corpse and said, "This is the resting place of the dead. The arrival of the living will disturb them..." As he said, the black uncle said. He pushed the new body side by side with the original body in the room, put on a white mask and white gloves as if no one else was watching, and seemed to be about to start working - that is, to deal with the new body.
"However," the black uncle suddenly turned his head and glanced at Yin Kuang and Qian Qianqian behind him. A low voice came through the mask, "Jason said, you didn't disturb him. It seems that you should have Polite guests. But unfortunately, it is working time now. If you want, you can sit down and have a cup of tea or something." After saying that, he ignored Yin Kuang and Qian Qianqian and opened the door on the workbench. With a light on, he lowered his head and unzipped the body bag.
When she saw the contents of the body bag, Qian Qianqian's eyes widened immediately. She was about to scream when she saw the black man making a "shush" gesture towards her. She quickly covered it with both hands. Shutting his mouth, he lowered his head tightly, and his little head shrank on Yin Kuang's back. Yin Kuang could feel her shaking violently.
Even Yin Kuang, although he had already taken a disgusting "physiological anatomy" class in school, but at this moment, he saw the black uncle taking out the severed limbs, internal organs, intestines one by one from the body bag, and then placed them on the On the workbench, he pieced together a human form, and then said to the corpse next to him, "Look, Jason, I have found a new partner for you. I hope you can get along happily." Such a scene is really... Yin Kuang was frightened.
"Yin... Yin Kuang, let's go quickly... let's go." Although Qian Qianqian felt a little safer with her forehead on Yin Kuang's back, she was still extremely scared. At this time, in Qian Qianqian's eyes, even if this black uncle is not the God of Death, he is still more terrifying than the God of Death. In fact, this has nothing to do with psychological quality. No matter how brave or small you are, unless you are a pervert at heart, you will feel terrified when you see the "Conversation between Human Corpses" staged not far away.
Even Yin Kuang had the slightest idea of retreating. But when he saw the notebook on the table, he calmed down again, took a breath physically and mentally, and then whispered: "Qian Qianqian, if you are afraid, go and wait for me outside. There are some things that I You must ask clearly." Qian Qianqian paused, then quickly shook her head, "I... I don't want it." Yin Kuang frowned slightly, then relaxed, shook his head and stopped talking.
Then, Yin Kuang watched the black uncle sew up the stumps and severed arms with needle and thread, then put the various internal organs back to their original positions, and used some kind of special hair to cover up the stitching marks. The processing process is extremely skillful, as if it has been practiced countless times. Except for saying a few words to Yin Kuang and others at the beginning, the black uncle never said anything again, as if he had forgotten them, and was very focused on his "work". It seemed that between heaven and earth, there was only him and the corpse he was dealing with, and nothing else.
"This is… !?"
But Yin Kuang, who was looking at the black uncle on the side, had a face that was constantly changing. Sometimes he frowns, sometimes bites his lip, sometimes squints, sometimes stares, sometimes doubts, sometimes realizes, and sometimes meditates. With such changes, he should be no worse than a professional face-changing artist. Why? Because, Yin Kuang discovered that his perception of the black uncle was getting weaker and weaker. Even though the black uncle was not far away from him and right where his eyes were, Yin Kuang could hardly feel the presence of the black man! Even at a certain moment, Yin Kuang suddenly discovered that the black uncle suddenly disappeared, everything around him disappeared, and even he disappeared. It was a... unspeakable feeling. The world seemed to have returned to its original form, and everything was gone. No, everything does not exist!
At this moment, Yin Kuang even felt that his love was about to dissipate - dissipated like smoke between heaven and earth, and no longer existed between heaven and earth. There was no joy, anger, sorrow, and nothing else... Until, A crisp metal collision sounded in his ears, and Yin Kuang shuddered. Then, he saw his own hands and feet, saw the black uncle working not far away, and felt Qian Qianqian's weak trembling behind him. Everything was as before! Nothing seems to have changed.
It seemed that there was a weak sigh of regret and disappointment, who didn't know where it came from... Yin Kuang didn't pay attention to it.
However, when Yin Kuang recalled the feeling just now, he found... nothing! Nothing at all? Nothing at all! Nothing means nothing, nothing!
Inexplicably, Yin Kuang suddenly felt a sense of depression and irritability welling up from nowhere. It was hard to vent, and it was accumulated in his heart, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Pa!" Yin Kuang slapped himself hard. The burning pain on his face stimulated his consciousness and distracted Yin Kuang's attention. In this way, Yin Kuang felt better.
At this time, the black uncle's "work" seemed to be completed. He slowly raised his head, took off his gloves and mask, wrapped the sutured body in a shroud, and said, "Man, you need a good rest now. Don't worry, No one will come back to disturb you here, I promise you." Then he said to the corpse on the side: "Jason, you should be more friendly to Tom." After that, he lifted the shroud and wrapped it.
"Okay," the black uncle clapped his hands, tilted his head and smiled at Yin Kuang: "Now, it's time to greet the uninvited guests. Although it is not suitable to greet guests here." The black uncle walked to the table. He gently closed the notebook on the table and said, "I forgive you for tampering with my things. Then, tell me the purpose of your coming here."
Yin Kuang opened his mouth, but before he spoke, Qian Qianqian's little head stuck out from Yin Kuang's back and said hurriedly: "Uncle, I want to ask you, how can we escape the pursuit of death? "Qian Qianqian didn't want to stay here any longer, so she wanted to finish asking her questions early, whether she had answers or not, and then she could leave. A delicate and weak lolita, and then she calls "uncle"... Well, if we change the place, instead of the corpse processing room; and if we change another person, instead of the bald black uncle with a weird smile, then like this A scene, if you add some words, can make people think about it.
It's a pity that this is the corpse processing room, and there is a bald black uncle here.
The black uncle glanced at Qian Qianqian with his dark eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up, and said: "A person protected by a weak law... Haha, it seems that the God of Death has encountered another trouble..." The black uncle's tone was full of joking. . Ignoring Qian Qianqian's puzzled expression, the black uncle looked at Yin Kuang again, "It's really magical... He is another person protected by the law. It's a pity... Maybe this is an arrangement... Let you come. When you get to me, you will be disappointed, I don’t have the answer you want.”
As he said that, the black uncle took out a pen, opened the notebook, and scratched a big "X" on each page. "The secret of the God of Death has been leaked, so it is no longer a secret." He said. After that, the black uncle closed the notebook, handed it to Yin Kuang, and said: "This notebook has lost its use. As a reward for not disturbing Jason, I will give it to you. Respecting the dead is A supreme virtue, worthy of praise. Maybe it can help you, maybe it can't. It all depends on you."
Yin Kuang looked at the black uncle blankly, then reached out and took the notebook.
Then, he got a tip from the principal.
"Tip: You get the incomplete Death Note given by the 'Replacement God of Death'."
"Item: Mutilated Death Note."
"Introduction: A person who has evaded Death's designs 10 times can become a 'Death Candidate'. A person who has evaded Death's designs 100 times can become a 'Death Monitor'. People who have always avoided Death's designs can understand some of them. 'Law of Death', thus becoming a 'Substitute Death' and a person who breaks free from the 'Law of Death'. This is a notebook for a 'Substitute Death' to record death events. It introduces an accidental death in detail. It also records the 'Real Death' 'Death design for every 'deceiver'. It is now crippled. All recorded death designs are defunct."
"Rating: Legendary Item (False)
"Utility: Reading."
"Evaluation: 'Outsider', even if you get it, you can't even hope to get it!!"
The signature is clearly - Death! !
Yin Kuang's face instantly turned pale, and he stared at the black uncle with wide eyes, "You!!"
The black uncle smiled and said, "Outsider, your eyes tell me that you already know my identity." The black uncle seemed to be a wise man who knew everything, as calm and calm as ever. As he said that, the black uncle shrugged and turned to look at the two corpses not far away. "The dead should receive due respect... I hope you can maintain this virtue. Leave here and wish you good luck. God of Death, Still following you."