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

Sun Yue of the First Hospital

wore a mask and entered the elevator with Lu Ming, and as soon as the elevator door opened, Sun Yue could see a pattern of the number seven hanging on the wall.

"You hid the Death Note next to your grandfather?" Sun Yue was a little surprised, "You are not afraid that other coveters will find the hospital."

Lu Ming walked all the way to the last room of the ward, and sneered before opening

the door: "Aren't you going to come to the door?"

Sun Yue smiled and said nothing.

The door to the ward was opened, and only bed No. 15, which was closest to it, still had traces of life.

In the wheelchair at the foot of the bed sat an old man with all white hair, holding an old book, bathed in light, carefully rubbing every word on the paper.

When he heard the door open, he thought it was a nurse who came in to deliver the medicine, but he didn't raise his head: "The medicine will be put on the table first, and I will take it later."

Sun Yue first looked around the layout of the ward and saw a bag of apples on the table next to the bed, and the packaging of the bag was printed with the label of Friendly Supermarket.

Friendly supermarket....

It is the name of the supermarket near the place where the accompanying aunt who hired to take care of Yanquean's three meals a day lives.

Has Ann been here?

"Old man." Lu Ming shouted at his back.

Hearing a familiar voice, the old man looked back from the literature, his cloudy eyes were kind and kind, the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, a pair of reading glasses were slanted on the bridge of his nose, and his wrinkled fingers straightened the glasses again to see the person who came in.

Maybe his gaze was too peaceful, and Sun Yue didn't say anything about Death Note.

Above the old man's head were the words "Lu Zhongqing" and a string of unknown numbers.

Sun Yue stood still, and Lu Ming urged her: "My grandfather, the last holder of the Death Note, the Death Note is in his hands.

Ama came behind Lu Zhongqing, Lu Zhongqing smiled and held Amma's hand, and said with emotion:

"It's been a long time." Amma.

Amma grabbed Lu Zhongqing's folded hand with his backclaws and noticed the apples on the table: "How can there be a bag of apples here?" Are you sneaking out to buy things on your own again?

"Hehe, this bag of apples was brought by a kid who recognized the wrong bed this morning, and he went to the wrong floor to see me alone, maybe he took pity on me as an old man, so he gave me a few apples."

Lu Zhongqing was a little regretful, "It's a pity that I didn't wear glasses at the time and couldn't recognize which layer of the patient it was." Lu

Zhongqing has been in the hospital for a long time, and he can't sit still, so he walks around the small garden below the hospital whenever he has time, so he knows a lot of patients on different floors, and he will go to each other's wards every once in a while to find someone to chat.

Sun Yue took the first step with a suspicious attitude, Lu Ming closed the door of the ward and warned Sun Yue in a low voice:

"My grandfather has a brain tumor, don't stimulate him."

Lu Zhongqing let go of Amma's hand and asked his grandson in reverse, "Who is this girl?" "

“...... The man who came to snatch the Death Note. Lu said clearly.

Sun Yue: "..."Is it so direct? Didn't you say don't irritate him?

Lu Zhongqing heard that the smile on his face really dissipated, and he sighed for a long time: "Sure enough, this day will still come."

As he spoke, he pulled out an old Death Note from his mattress, his wrinkled old hand smoothing the curls at the corners, looking very nostalgic.

"Ama has followed our Lu family for three generations, and he has never used the Death Note much, and he thought that he would always be safe and sound, but in the end he would lose it in the hands of Ming."

Speaking of this, Lu Zhongqing hated that iron was not made of steel, and looked at Lu Ming on the side, and reprimanded:

"I told you not to use the Death Note, our Lu family has been hiding for fifty years, and it has been ruined by your willfulness!"

"Death Note, how do you call a Death Note an undead?!" Lu Ming retorted, then buried his chin in the erected collar, "Besides, she has the Eye of Death."

Lu Zhongqing was stunned, showing a look of surprise.

Sun Yue smiled through the mask and acquiesced to Lu Ming's words.

"You..." Lu Zhongqing pointed at Sun Yue, unable to say a complete sentence for a long time, and then asked Lu Zhi, "So you were caught by her?"

Lu Ming replied sullenly.

Who knows, family!

The name I got turned out to be a pseudonym!

Lu Ming pondered, his fingertips playing with the zipper on his coat.

Once the Death Note is handed over, the memories of Amma and the Death Note will all disappear, this is the Grim Reaper who has followed the Lu family for three generations, why should it be handed over to others?

Ama caught a glimpse of Lu Ming's small movements, and knew in his heart that this was a precursor for Lu Ming to prepare to make a move.

Lu Ming was still suspicious of the name written in the box, and if he wasn't afraid that someone in the hospital would really threaten the old man, he would never say such a thing.

Now, there is no threat to the ward, and this is the perfect time!

Sun Yue came to the bedside vigilantly to take Lu Zhongqing's death note, and when his fingertips were about to touch the black cover, a strong force suddenly gave birth to behind him, dragging him down!

"Boom!"

The mask on his face was forcibly torn off and exposed in front of Lu Zhongqing.

"The famous smell, the moon of the moon, the dawn of the dawn!" Lu Ming, who trapped Sun Yue, shouted at the old man in the wheelchair.

Lu Zhongqing was also startled by Lu Ming's sudden action, and hesitated for dozens of seconds before turning out the pen at the end of the bed when he heard the name.

The black book regained the favor of the owner.,On a large piece of white paper, a sharp pen fell the word "smell".

Sun Yue's neck was tightly imprisoned, one of his arms pressed between his body and the ground, and the other hand struggled to pull out the pen and paper in his pocket.

Lu understood where Sun Yue would succeed, and grabbed Sun Yue's hand with his backhand and broke it hard!

Sun Yue only felt a pain in his right hand like a needle prick, as if the joint was broken in half, but fortunately, the hand that was pressed under him pulled out and slashed at the face behind him, and the nails left five bright red nail marks on the other party's skin!

Clench your backhand into a fist and hit the opponent's Adam's apple with all your strength!

"Ahem!" Lu Ming coughed dryly and slackened his strength.

Sun Yue took advantage of the momentum to turn around and punch him in the face, but was grabbed by the wrist seconds before the fist fell

- "Bang!"

The two tore apart, and Ama wanted to go over and separate the two, but a lonely figure fell from the wheelchair to the cold ground first!

Lu Ming's pupils shrank, and he took the initiative to separate from the entanglement with Sun Yue, and crawled to the unconscious Lu Zhongqing in panic to support him, his expression was uncontrollable and afraid:

"Hey, old man? Old man! Outside

the door, a small child less than 1.5 meters closed the black notebook in his hand as he walked.

He lowered his head and coughed several times, his pale face lowering his eyebrows, like a dead tree on the verge of death, silently announcing the end of another person's life.

Yan Qi'an came to the nurses' station and called one of the nurses who was busy:

"The old man in room 15... It doesn't seem to work anymore. The

nurse was taken aback, and quickly put down the work in her hand and brought someone to bring the machine over for first aid!

The entire floor of medical staff was crammed into the 15 wards, and all kinds of first-aid machines were transported back and forth, and the patients were sighing at the door of their rooms.

"Obviously his condition is stable, why did it suddenly deteriorate?"

"Ventilator! Get on a ventilator! Hurry to the operating room—"

Get out of the way!" Time is running out of the way now—"

Lu Cheng, who was pushed away, had a miserable white face, his hands and feet were weak, and he could only lean against the cold wall to support his body, which had lost his strength.

Sun Yue picked up the death note on the ground before the paramedics came in, and took advantage of the chaotic crowd to squeeze out of the ward.