After getting the Death Note at the beginning, I became invincible

Motoko leaned back on the sofa, "I've continued to stare at her for the past few days, you don't have to worry about the rest of the people on the list, I'll solve it." By

the time Jack took away a pile of papers, Motoko was the only one left in the huge office.

Suddenly, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrates, and a pre-set message appears in the center of the phone.

Motoko opened the message that had been set up by himself in advance, and read out the contents softly:

"Open the safe, password..."

He did have a small safe that was hidden.

Motoko set her eyes on the sofa, got up and locked the office door, unwrapped the sofa cover with her bare hands to reveal the sponge gap in the back of the sofa, and dug out a flat suitcase from the gap.

"Why would I set up this kind of message?" Motoko entered her fingerprint and password in confusion, and the box opened with a click.

The inside of the silver-white box was wrapped in black satin.

Motoko opened the fabric, and a black cover notebook appeared in his eyes, he reached out to open this notebook, and in an instant, his aching brain squeezed into a strange memory!

One second, two seconds... Remember everything about this notebook!

"Whew-"

Motoko was reclining on the sofa with the Death Note, her heavy head fell back, and at some point in the upside-down world, a tall, left-hand part was a barbed hook connecting to the arm, the back of the head was covered with large feathers, and the sideburns on both sides were covered with heavy bear hair, close to the ugly skin left by the burn, like a god served by the Indian tribe.

Motoko only lost his mind for a moment, and then came to his senses:

"Jil Oki, can't you choose to appear in front of me next time?"

It's scary to stand in the back every time.

Jill Oki hunched his back, his voice deep and hoarse in his throat:

"You locked up the Death Note for a month, and you still want me to obey you?"

Gil Oki, the Grim Reaper level 5, is a Grim Reaper with a strong curiosity about the human world since Ryuk went to the human world a hundred years ago.

But it is limited to curiosity, and there is little sympathy for human beings.

When he first picked up the Death Note, he asked Jill Okie if he would help him, but he was met with contemptuous ridicule, which is still vivid in his mind.

Motoko dropped the Death Note on the table, found a pen and began to write the names of the undercover lists.

Jill Oki quietly watched him bury his head in his work, not saying anything, just as Motoko didn't tell him any rules when he first picked up the Death Note, and it was all up to Motoko to figure out the rules of the Death Note herself.

The Grim Reaper is not obligated to tell the holder of the Death Note about the rules of the Death Note.

It's not His business to accidentally break the rules.

Yuanzi's hands were numb when he wrote, and a whole page of names and causes of death were densely packed like ants crawling indiscriminately.

It's been three months since I last wrote this, and I'm cleaning up the company of moths almost every few months.

"Jill, why don't you talk too? Otherwise I can't imagine what the role of your existence at this time is?

Motoko moved her wrist and turned her head to chat with the Grim Reaper behind her.

Jill Oki stared at the human below him, and spat out lightly, "My role is to be able to make you use this Death Note."

"What you said is the same as if you didn't." Motoko finished writing his name and complained. Noting that Motoko still had one name left unwritten, Jill Oki couldn't help but ask the question.

Motoko: "This person can't die for the time being, she has to be observed for a while, if she is not a person from the police, the company will definitely focus on cultivating, if so..."

After writing the name and budgeting the date for the next unboxing, Jil'Oki reminded him that

"you have given up ownership four times."

A Death Note can only be discarded up to six times, and once it exceeds six times, all previous memories will be gone, and it is impossible to restore the memories of the past.

Unless you have more than two Death Notes at the same time, you can offset this rule.

Motoko closed the hand of the Death Note and scratched her head in annoyance, "Damn, I almost forgot this rule. "

If it weren't for the fear that someone other than the Death Note holder of the Death Note would come and snatch it, Motoko wouldn't have been so cautious every time.

However, so long has passed since the incident about the dead hand, and with his two-point and one-line social animal life, it is difficult for even others to guess his true identity, right?

Motoko yawned and looked at the alarm clock on the table and pointed to the 4 position.

The names and looks of the people the company suspects are all known to them, and if the other party really has someone who covets the Death Note, then it is no problem to take the first step before the other party can take action.

Approaching seven o'clock, Motoko looked at the white light on the horizon, and came to the breakfast shop near the company to wait for the newly baked buns.

Unexpectedly, there were already many people queuing up at the stall.

A few meters away from the breakfast stall, Jil'Oki, who was following Motoko, stopped flying.

At the end of a row of low-headed people, there was another figure standing next to one who was not human.

"Xiaowen?"

I saw Motoko step forward and pat

the woman at the end of the line on the shoulder, and the woman turned around as if frightened—within a few seconds of the woman's turn, the irritability that Jil Oki had been holding back for months finally disappeared, and was replaced by a belated rush of interest, and a hint of schadenfreude for Motoko appeared on her hideous and rude face.

It turns out that this person is Wen Yuexiao.

What should he say about this chance encounter?

Wen Yuexiao didn't know if it was someone from the police, but what Jill Oki could know at this time was that this woman was the culprit who Motoko had been hiding for months -

the holder of the Death Note.

The first thing Sun Yue saw when he turned his head was that the number above Yuanzi's head disappeared, and only one name was left floating.

The eyes that were only slightly frightened suddenly opened wider!

“...... Brother Yuan? The surprise in Sun Yue's eyes turned into a smile, and he muttered every word in his mouth, "I didn't think it was you." Yuanzi

was also surprised to meet Sun Yue at this time period, the general time for the company to work is eight o'clock, and Sun Yue rarely gets up so early to come to the company.

"Why did you come to the company so early today?" Motoko asked tentatively.

Sun Yue waved his hand disapprerovingly, "Don't mention it, there are too many mice at home, so it's better to come to the company earlier to finish the work that wasn't done yesterday."

Sun Yue's eyes flashed with a small light, and he said with a smile: "Brother Yuan seems to be the first to arrive at the company every day." "

There is too much work, and the workplace involution is serious..."The

two bought breakfast and returned to the company together, Sun Yue looked at Yuanzi's back and seemed to have received a phone call and hurried back to the elevator.

From time to time, the quiet environment could hear the sound of packages tearing apart.

Sun Yue turned on the computer while eating breakfast. Ryuke stood behind him and pointed in the direction where Motoko had disappeared, "Yue, finally wait until the other party's little tail is revealed." "

yes, more than a month of observation.

The emperor lives up to his wishes.

Finally, it was time for the other party to continue using the Death Note.

"Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan." Sun Yue recalled the days when he got along with Yuanzi, "I thought you were just an employee with a little background, but I didn't expect that the person I was looking for was you." Judging

from the chance encounter just now, the other party did not recognize his identity, which means that the other party has not exchanged the eyes of death.

It's an advantage of its own.

Sure enough, the early birds had worms.