A New Character Every Month

"Super British Eleven."

Lin Zian was thoughtful, he could clearly see that the coquettish man known as Hurricane Master had a string of lifespan numbers that were constantly decreasing on his head, and a name recognized by Death Note.

This is the effect of the eye of death. By watching a person or his video photos, he can see the remaining lifespan and real name of the other person.

Black air emerges.

The Death Note appeared in his left hand, and a pen appeared in his right hand.

"As long as you write your name on the death note, today will be your death day next year."

However, Lin Zian just passed this idea in his mind, because the other party was not the one who caused the original owner to commit suicide, and he was not prepared to do it himself.

"Light and darkness, who can tell?"

Lin Zian turned around and flew towards the direction where there were few people and the lights were dim. He opened the cover of the notebook and wrote the rules on the back.

For some reason, he also has a bit of a bad taste now.

Instead of writing your name yourself, why not have someone else do it?

unconsciously.

The surrounding area is getting darker and darker, and the number of high-rise buildings is gradually decreasing.

Suddenly, a few shouts from below attracted Lin Zian's attention, he stopped flying aimlessly, put away the death note and fell towards the direction of the sound.

On the remote and dark road, there were six people in total.

Five of them punched and kicked a person who was lying curled up on the ground.

"Such a small amount of money is not enough for even a glass of wine. Do you want us to drink mineral water?"

"If you don't teach you a profound lesson, you really think we are easy to bully!"

"Remember for us, you can't lose a penny of tomorrow's money!"

"By the way, Bowen, don't forget your mother's picture...hahaha."

The five young men in leather clothes said a few harsh words and left laughing at each other.

The young man named Bowen struggled to raise his head, and looked at a dilapidated hero poster that fell aside, with more than twenty superheroes densely packed on it.

"why?"

There was hatred in Bowen's eyes, and he roared in a hoarse and low voice: "Why didn't you come to save me? Thanks to the fact that you are still superheroes, what is the difference between you and scum?!"

He got up, picked up the poster and tore it in half.

Immediately, they were aligned and torn until they were torn into finger-sized pieces before being sprinkled.

"it hurts!"

Suddenly, he clutched his back in pain.

It was kicked by one of them with a hard leather shoe just now, and it is still aching.

"Why, why are you bullying me!"

He recalled the scene just now, and the hatred in his heart once again condensed in his eyes.

But when he thought of the fierce movements and expressions of those five people, his aura suddenly dissipated, and he looked around in fear, lest they turn back again.

After seeing no one around, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Bowen picked up the backpack that had been dropped beside him, and started limping out of the lonely path.

"what is that?"

Under a streetlight ahead, a black thing the size of a book caught his attention.

"notebook?"

Bowen picked it up and looked at it, and his gaze paused for a moment on the characters "Death Note" on the cover of the notebook.

"Death Note? Will you die if you read it?"

He opened it with some disdain. In the thin notebook, the paper looked a little quaint, but it was completely blank without any records, except for the content called Note Rules on the back of the book cover.

Looking at the words above, Bowen subconsciously read out: "One, the person whose name is written on the death note will die..."

Only one, he was not interested in reading any further.

"Just kidding, if you write your name in a notebook, you will die. Those people have already done it thousands of times."

The mutants who claimed to be heroes but never saved him flashed in his mind, as well as those classmates who kept extorting money from him, and recently even asked him to secretly take pictures of his mother.

Throwing the Death Note on the ground casually, Bowen continued walking along the road.

After a few steps.

Bowen stopped suddenly.

He suddenly turned around and stepped forward to pick up the Death Note, put it in his backpack, and left this place as if nothing had happened.

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Dark bedroom.

A desk lamp was on.

Bowen, who had just returned home, took the Death Note out of his bag, his eyes flickered, and he muttered to himself, "It would be great if this note was real..."

"Bowen, can I come in?"

At this time, his mother's voice sounded outside the door.

His parents had divorced a few years ago, so there was only his mother in the house.

Bowen's heart tightened immediately, he hurriedly put away the notebook, and quickly put on a coat to cover up the dust on his clothes and the bruises on his skin.

Finally, he took out another book and put it on the table, and then pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Come in."

The door was opened.

A plump and fair-looking woman walked in with a fruit plate.

"This is an apple sent by a partner of the company. It tastes better than most of the ones on the market. You can try it."

Bowen's mother put the fruit plate on the table, and then covered her face with one hand, and said in a thoughtful and reminiscent way: "Recently, some neighbors near us have been recruited by thieves and lost a lot of money. I also checked today. , also lost some money, the current thief is too arrogant..."

Hearing the loss of money, Bowen suddenly showed a hint of panic in his eyes, and couldn't help but interrupted: "Go out, don't disturb my review."

"Sorry, Bowen, I didn't notice."

Bowen's mother retreated to the door with a little apology, and said: "Study is a good thing, but don't study too late."

despair!

The door was gently closed.

"Money! Money! Money again!"

Bowen was unhappy, because he had to donate a huge amount of money every day, his pocket money was not enough, but he didn't want to tell his mother about it, so he had to start with the family's money.

However, he didn't know whether the neighbor's house was stolen or not, and what caused the theft.

After all, the difference between stealing one's own home and stealing a neighbor's is not the slightest bit. If he is not careful, he will be regarded as a thief who broke into his private property and shot on the spot. He will not take such a risk.

Bowen glanced at the fruit plate next to his hand. There were two sliced ​​apples on it. The skin was red and attractive, and the flesh was plump and juicy.

But he didn't have any appetite, so he walked out of the room and went to the bathroom.

When he came out of the toilet, he was suddenly attracted by the gentle sound of music from downstairs.

"photo……"

Bowen remembered that in addition to money, he had to bring photos tomorrow.

After thinking about the consequences of not paying, he was a little terrified, gritted his teeth, took out his mobile phone, and walked down the stairs gently step by step.

When you come to the stairwell between the first and second floors, through the gap, you can clearly see a beautiful woman in the living room wearing tight yoga clothes, doing yoga with music, the movements are quite attractive .

Bowen picked up the phone tremblingly, adjusted the position, and began to take pictures.

After half an hour.

When the music was about to stop, Bowen went upstairs quietly and returned to his room to go to bed.

But at this moment, he discovered an anomaly.

The fruit plate on the desk was supposed to contain sliced ​​apples.

But at this time, only the core of the apple was seen.

"I see you, come out!"

Bowen quickly picked up a baseball bat next to him, turned on the light in the room, and pressed his back against the wall tightly.

There was only him and his mother at home. He didn't eat, and his mother had no chance in his sight. That means someone entered the house and ate.

There are not many places to hide in the room. Due to the design, people cannot hide under the bed, so there is only a wardrobe.

Bowen opened the closet door cautiously, poked inside with a baseball bat, ready to drop the bat and run away.

After a minute.

Nothing unusual was found in the closet.

He checked other corners of the room, but found nothing, and the windows were also tightly closed.

"I didn't hear any sound just now, there can be no one, so who ate these apples?"

Bowen's face was dull, he glanced at the apple cores on the fruit plate, and then at the closed door, he felt a coolness filled his heart, but the early summer heat was a bit cold.

Lying in bed, he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Finally, after three hours of hard work with the lights on, I fell asleep in a daze.

Early the next morning.

Bowen went to school with slightly dark circles under his eyes.