Reasoning Notes

Chapter 192 Reasoning Notes 5: The Final Game (2)
He can't die!

Mr. D continued to press the man's chest, and continued to stimulate the still sleeping heart: "Wake me up!"

Someone is calling me, someone wants to pull me back from the realm of death, and there is no longer a cold river beside me.

Very warm hands are warming my heart.

I had strength, and I opened my heavy eyes, as if pushing open a door back to the real world.The starlight inlaid in the night seemed to fall into my eyes for an instant, and I vaguely saw a young man.

Those warm hands belonged to him.

Who is this young man?Why is he crying for me?And who are the boys and girls around him?
"Great! Mr. D! He's come back to life!" Su Yuhan excitedly wiped the mohawk hair that stood on top of his head, and almost hugged Yu Xinxin next to him, and was almost slapped hard by the other party.

"Well! It's all right at last!" Mr. D sat on the boat slumped as if he had let go of all the strength in his body.

Black, converted to white.

The room is all white, almost the only color in the field of vision, the rest is the gray LCD TV screen on the wall, the clock with a light green frame, and the little red in the white bandage wrapped around the chest, like a flower pattern , spreading in the newly awakened pupils.

"Are you awake?" A boy with a strange hairstyle appeared out of nowhere, as curious and surprised as looking at an ancient monster that had hibernated for a long time.

"Uh... oh..." were the only words he could come up with.His throat was dry and sore, and he wanted to drink water.

"I'll call Mr. D." The boy ran out, and the sound of "dongdong" footsteps disappeared from near to far.The man picked up the water glass next to him and took a sip of water. The dryness and pain in his throat relieved a lot.Then, a rush of footsteps sounded from far and near in the corridor.

The first person to rush into the room was a young man in a neat white shirt, who looked 30 years old, with piercing eyes and a light of wisdom.

"You're awake! Great!" The young man held his hand tightly.This made the man a little embarrassed and flinched.

"Who are you?" He asked puzzledly, "What is this place?"

The young man smiled kindly: "Don't be afraid, I'm Mr. D, we saved you. It's very safe here."

"Then..." The man licked his mouth, took a moment to think about it, and looked blankly at the other people in the room, and then slowly asked, "So, who am I?" The room suddenly fell silent.

Mr. D seemed to take a deep breath imperceptibly: "Can't you remember who you are?"

"No...don't remember..."

"So, what about Death Note? What about Joker?"

A certain nerve in the depths of the memory faintly twitched, but the man still shook his head: "Sorry... I don't remember anything."

"There's no need to say sorry." Mr. D smiled wryly, turned his head, and glanced at the doctor standing behind him, "What's going on, doctor?"

After checking the man's body, the doctor explained: "The patient suffered a gunshot wound and drowned for too long, which caused the brain to lack oxygen, so he suffered from amnesia."

"Then will he recover his memory?" Mr. D asked anxiously.

The doctor put his hands in his pockets and said in a soothing tone: "It's hard to say. According to past experience, the time for patients to recover their memories varies from time to time, and some patients may not even recover their memories for a lifetime."

"That's it... thank you, doctor."

If the patient can't remember Death Note and Joker all the time, all their efforts will be in vain. Mr. D fell into deep thought. The Mohawk boy and the glasses girl held their breath and kept a certain distance from him.

The room was eerily quiet.

The man lying on the hospital bed looked at these strangers quietly.The room was filled with exhausting white, and he felt that his memories seemed to be floating on this white sky. He stretched out his hands in the air, and they fluttered drowsily, and quickly escaped from his hands.He still couldn't think of anything, but something fell from his palm.

——It was a torn piece of paper.

He seemed to be holding on to it, never letting go of it during these days of unconsciousness. "Hey, this..." The man hesitated, grabbed the note, and called Mr. D softly. He felt that these people were good people who could be trusted, "What is this?"

Mr. D came over, took the crumpled and water-soaked note in his hand, and unfolded it carefully.The handwriting on it is incomplete, it should be a corner torn from the last page of Death Note.

There are only a few words on it, including a place name-London.

There is also a word of unknown meaning - doomsday.

"Su Yuhan, I have a task for you."

"What's the matter, Mr. D?"

"I'm sending you to London to find out what this 'doomsday' refers to?"

"Ok."

"How's the 'Doomsday Virus' getting ready?"

In the dimly lit small conference hall, Joker, who sat upright on the chair in the middle, was staring at all the senior members present.This is his first face-to-face meeting with them, which used to be via video conference.

It was also the first time for most of the people here to have close contact with Joker. They didn't dare to take a big breath, and all respectfully stared at the face that slowly emerged in the beams of dark light.

The mask of playing cards is weird and cold.

In fact, all the people present here are wearing masks with different faces, one by one exposed to the faint mist-like light, at first glance, it seems that those sitting are all dummies.

"Report Mr. Joker, the 'Doomsday Virus' has been extracted from the laboratory, and it will be transported to London immediately to implement our great plan." The person sitting on the left side of Joker spoke.Unlike the others, his mask isn't any playing card.

"You are in charge of London's plan, Priest of Death." The voice blurred through the voice changer slowly diffused in the cold air.

Joker quietly stared at the person on the left, and the eyes of others also rested on that person.Of course they knew that the death priest was the former Hei Kui A, Ye Shenyue who was taken into prison.They just don't understand why Joker forgives Ye Shenyue, who once betrayed the organization.

"Of order." The death priest replied with a smile.

He once again looked around at the others with a proud attitude, he was no longer Ye Shenyue.To him, a name is like a mask, if it is worn out, it will be replaced with a new one.A long time ago, his name was Lan Xiao, and later, he was called Ye Shenyue.Now, he has a greater name - Priest of Death.

After the meeting, the room was almost empty except for Joker and another man with a blank mask to his right.

"Master Joker, I have never understood why the death priest was rescued from prison?" the man asked.

Joker chuckled lightly: "Mijie, there are no permanent enemies or friends in this world. The Priest of Death is still very useful to me."

"Even so, there is no need to hand over the London plan to him, I can also..."

"No!" Joker interrupted Mijie, his voice was as cold as ever, "You have more important tasks."

"What mission?" Mijie wearing a mask looked a little excited.

Joker suddenly fell silent, as if waiting for something.Only a few seconds later, there was a knock on the conference room door.Then, a boy of indescribable beauty walked in.Mijie knew him, his name was Prince.Unlike others, he doesn't wear any mask, just as no one has ever known his code name.Perhaps, he didn't have a card code at all.

The prince came in slowly, carrying a silver plate.His gorgeous smile couldn't overlap with the darkness in the room at all, and those beautiful pupils were like gems exposed to the sun, emitting a strange light.

Walking closer, the prince bent slightly towards Joker, as if he was serving customers in a coffee shop.

"It's finally here." What Joker seemed to be waiting for was what was on the plate.

"Yes, master, this is the best work." With that said, the prince gently placed the plate on the conference table and pushed it in front of Mi Jie.

Looking at that thing, Mijie's breathing quickened.What appeared in front of his eyes was the face of another person, to be precise, it was a mask for disguise.

"From now on, you will be this person." After finishing speaking, Joker burst out laughing suddenly, shooting out countless shards of a sinister smile from behind the mask.

The first horror plan starts

Let's turn the clock back to three days ago.

Before the mysterious man was shot, before Su Yuhan took the plane to London, before Joker started to implement the terrible plan...

The weather forecast said that a cold air will come all the way south from Siberia, the temperature in the city will drop significantly, and the cold air will last for three days.

The playground where the cold air is raging, the flow of people remains unabated.Because it is the weekend, many couples or families come here to play.The playground is full of laughter, the wonderful music of the merry-go-round flows through every crevice, and the tall Ferris wheel rotates slowly under the light gray sky.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm dying! Why did you bring me here to the playground! It's only 9 degrees now!"

"Three generations, I want to bring you to meet someone." The uncle in his 40s sitting next to Xiao Zhengtai let out a breath of white air, and his teeth collided up and down.

(End of this chapter)