Five minutes later, at the gate of Tokyo National Museum.
"Why did it suddenly rain so heavily?"
Members of the Metropolitan Police Department and museum staff wearing raincoats stepped into the water, one step deep and one step shallow. When they looked down, they found that the water level had risen above their ankles.
Moreover, there is a trend of continued upward movement.
"What a hassle..."
"Move the police car before the water level rises too high."
“Are the waterproof measures in the museum ready?”
"no problem."
"That's good."
.......
The on-site commander of the Metropolitan Police Department looked at the accumulated water on the ground, turned around and glanced at the gate of the Tokyo National Museum, and thought that it was a blessing in disguise, as the museum would close at five in the afternoon.
When the heavy rain started, the tourists and citizens who were visiting the cultural relics exhibition had already left.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to maintain order among the crowd and to guard the safety of the cultural relics in the museum at the same time.
"This weather is so weird..."
The members of the Metropolitan Police Department looked up at the sky that was now completely dark and covered with dark clouds, and felt the chill brought by the pouring rain. Their emotions were inexplicably complicated.
Amid the continuous sound of rain, the world seemed to have quieted down.
“Click, click, click…”
The sound of raindrops falling on the ground became one and the other, and there was no other sound between heaven and earth.
In such a rainstorm, the vision became blurred.
The on-site commander of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and the person in charge of the National Museum exhibition took a look at the empty streets and felt inexplicably relieved.
Fortunately.
The exhibition has been held till today without any accidents.
Think about it too.
There were nearly a hundred fully armed Metropolitan Police Department members on the scene, patrolling every corner of the Tokyo National Museum. Not to mention people, even a bird could not sneak in quietly.
If anyone dares to target Mikazuki Munechika, wouldn’t that be courting death?
"The security is very strict."
At the same time, in the clouds in the sky.
Light Yagami, wearing a scarlet Daitengu mask and gorgeous white clothes, looked down with a telescope and spoke softly.
"10...20...There are probably nearly a hundred members of the Metropolitan Police Department around the museum alone. If we go inside, we will encounter even more obstacles."
Hearing Light Yagami use the word "obstacle" instead of "enemy", Ye Xing on the side said lightly.
"Wouldn't it be better if we just killed them all?"
"Kill them all? That won't do."
Light Yagami frowned slightly beneath his mask, and his tone was different from usual, no longer smiling, but full of determination.
"Members of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department may be obstacles to our operation, but they are not evil people and cannot be killed."
"Oh, then don't kill Kouba."
Hearing Ye Xing's nonchalant tone, Yagami Light was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a helpless look.
"Lord Ye Xing, when will your temptation of me end? Didn't I say that I will punish the guilty, but I will only punish the guilty. This is the justice in my heart."
"That's it."
Ye Xing nodded without comment.
Although the current Light Yagami has the ability to materialize souls, his personality is completely different from the Light Yagami in the original plot who possessed the Death Note and aspired to become the God of the New World.
Or.
This is Light Yagami's original character.
The Death Note is a causal weapon that does not require any cost to oneself. As long as the name is written down and the target's appearance is remembered in the mind, it can take someone's life. It is really too terrifying.
The most terrifying thing is not the Death Note itself.
But when using this ability to write down one name after another, the user's attitude towards life will gradually become indifferent.
Killing becomes nothing, just like eating and drinking.
Subtly changing the user's attitude towards other people's lives.
It is because of this that Light Yagami became like that in the original plot.
But it's different now.
The true form of Light Yagami's soul, Emperor Sutoku, represents his hatred and disgust for this corrupt world, and his desire to punish evil people with violence, blood, and cruelty.
Emperor Sutoku himself is a part of his inner self.
When facing your true self, the will of the awakened soul will not change easily.
Light Yagami would naturally not agree to killing innocent members of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.
Of course, he felt it too.
Whether in Kyoto or Tokyo, Ye Xing was testing himself during the operation.
"By the way..."
Light Yagami turned his head and looked behind him, looking at the black guardrails beside Mai Sakurajima and others, and sighed helplessly.
"I remember the last time I rode this pale ghost hand, there didn't seem to be any guardrails?"
Ye Xing replied confidently.
“Yes, a newly developed function.”
"I believe you."
At this time, Futaba Rio was looking at the sky filled with heavy rain, and her eyes, which were as pale as bones, showed a thoughtful look.
"However, judging from the intensity of the rain, traffic conditions will definitely be greatly affected, and many roads may be blocked."
"Even if the alarm in the National Museum is triggered and the Metropolitan Police Department sends reinforcements, it will take a lot of time to get here."
"In other words, the only people we need to consider are the members of the Metropolitan Police Department who are in this area."
"The next thing to consider is how to break through the defense of the Metropolitan Police Department members and enter the National Museum..."
Just as Futaba Rio said this, Ye Xing slowly stood up from the position where she was sitting on the edge of the pale ghost hand, stretched her body, and smiled.
"Where to enter? Of course, it is most reasonable to enter from the direction without defense."
"No defense?"
Futaba Rio frowned slightly.
"How is that possible? Yagami-san has just observed that there are members of the Metropolitan Police Department patrolling in all directions..."
Halfway through her speech, Futaba Rio froze.
She thought of a location, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, which had no defenses set up...
That is...
"Hero, here we go!"
Under the shocked gazes of Sakurajima Mai, Yotsuya Miko, and Futaba Rio, Yohoshi, who was wearing a black coat and a pure black mask, chuckled and said something.
The next second, he jumped straight from the edge of the pale ghost hand, leaving only a black tail flame.
This is dozens of meters high!
Seeing this, Light Yagami couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then his scarlet pupils revealed an inexplicable fanaticism and excitement.
"Sure enough, when I was acting with Ye Xingjun..."
Having said that, he actually leaped off the floating pale ghost hand.
“The most interesting thing!”
Futaba Rio, Yotsuya Miko, and Sakurajima Mai looked at each other, each with only one thought in their mind.
These two people...
Are they all crazy?
Mai Sakurajima shook her head helplessly, squatted down, patted the palm of the pale ghost hand, and said softly.
"Follow the path they took and land slowly."
The middle finger of the pale ghost hand nodded, which was the same as a human nod, and then slowly descended to the ground.
Meanwhile, below ground.
"boom!!!"
Feeling the ground shaking and hearing the sudden loud noise, the faces of the Metropolitan Police Department members changed.
"what happened?"
"Alert, alert!"
"Is there an intruder?"
.......
Members of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department immediately drew their pistols from their waists, turned around, and looked in the direction where the sound came from.
When they saw the scene in front of them clearly, they were all dumbfounded.
I saw a cloud of dust rising above the Tokyo National Museum.
There were even some splashed gravel on the roof of the originally solemn and dignified building.
"This is..."
The Metropolitan Police Department's on-site commander was stunned and muttered to himself.
"Air...air raid?"
On the other side, below the big hole in the center of the museum, fine cracks had already appeared on the marble floor.
Ye Xing, wearing a black coat, knelt on one knee on the ground and slowly raised his head. A white smile pattern appeared on the black mask.
"Perfect landing."
“Is it really perfect?”
Light Yagami, wearing a Daitengu mask on his face and with bird-like wings growing on his back, slowly landed beside him.
Hearing the sharp and piercing alarm in his ears and seeing the mess around him, Light Yagami couldn't help but sigh helplessly.
"You're making too much noise. Aren't we here to steal something?"
"What do you mean by stealing? What do you mean by stealing? That Mikazuki Munechika was originally ours."
"Yiqi, let me change the words. Aren't we here to return the property to its original owner?"
"of course."
Yexing stood up straight, brushed off the white dust on his coat, and pointed forward.
"So, we have found our target this time."
Light Yagami looked in the direction of his finger and saw an exquisitely made katana lying quietly in the glass display case.
"That's the famous sword... Mikazuki Munechika..."
Light Yagami stared at the katana lying in the display cabinet and exclaimed softly.
"Sure enough, I can feel the powerful spiritual power coming from above."
Yexing glanced at the wings behind Yagami Light.
"You have already mastered the ability to materialize and fuse souls. You are very talented."
