If you have someone to take the blame, the responsibility will never fall on you.
Besides, a pervert like Miurakura who targets young girls...
This is what it should be.
"TV Tokyo, TV Tokyo, we are broadcasting live for you the entire process of the criminal suspect Miurakura being transferred out of the detention center!"
At exactly seven o'clock, according to the already arranged process, the TV station's photographers and reporters started the full live broadcast.
At seven in the morning, most office workers in Tokyo have already gotten up and are eating breakfast while watching TV programs.
Seeing that today's program was not the morning news but a sudden live broadcast, all the citizens in front of the TV became interested.
When I heard the name Miurakura, I even forgot to eat.
The door of Tokyo Detention Center slowly opened.
Members of the Metropolitan Police Department were armed with live ammunition and on standby.
The camera was pointed at the heavy iron door.
“Ding…ding…”
The sound of handcuffs rubbing and colliding came from the door.
A man of medium build, with an ordinary face, wearing glasses and wearing a detention uniform, walked out slowly from the door, escorted by two members of the detention center, one on the left and one on the right.
"The suspect, Miurakura..."
L looked at the scene on the screen and suddenly made a move that the Metropolitan Police Department's on-site commander did not expect.
He took off his headphones, pushed open the door of the surveillance car, casually put on his shoes, and got out of the car.
"you..."
Upon seeing this, the on-site commander of the Metropolitan Police Department rushed over and spoke in a panic in a low voice.
"Are you crazy!? According to the message 'Kira' left behind, he probably knows what you look like. You'll die!"
"How stupid..."
L shook his head, as if he was too lazy to explain to the Metropolitan Police Department's chief commander why he would not die.
To him, the logic was simple.
"Kira" is punishing evil and also hopes to use today's live TV broadcast to increase the influence of its actions.
Even if I knew myself, what would that do?
Should I kill myself in front of so many people, including those watching the live broadcast on TV?
If that kind of thing really happened, L would think that the other party was just that kind of person.
There are many people who have faith.
But there are very few people who can remain consistent and never destroy this belief no matter what situation they encounter.
"Kira...Which one are you?"
In the live broadcast of the camera, Miurakura walked out of the detention center gate step by step.
When he saw the camera pointed at him, a strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes under the lenses, and a weird smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Then, in full view of everyone, Miurakura raised his shackled hands, pointed them towards the camera, made a victory gesture, and sounded a little crazy.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm a genuine mental patient and I won't be sentenced to death!"
Hearing these words, all the viewers in front of the TV and all the members of the Metropolitan Police Department at the scene showed anger on their faces.
"This guy... is too arrogant!"
"Such criminals must be sentenced to death!"
"I suggest you do it now!"
.......
Having said that, everyone knows that the reason why Miurakura's words are so infuriating and frustrating is that what he said is most likely true.
With a mental illness certificate issued by a hospital, the possibility of being sentenced to death is very small even if such a cruel crime has been committed.
"be honest!"
The police officer at the detention center frowned and scolded in a low voice.
Unexpectedly, Miurakura did not restrain himself at all. Instead, his tone became more arrogant in front of the live TV broadcast.
"Haha, I just need to recuperate in a mental hospital for a few years, and then I can return to normal life in society."
Having said that, Miurakura glanced at the female reporter next to the TV cameraman, licked his lips with his tongue, and said with greed in his eyes.
"You are good-looking."
"Unfortunately, what I enjoy more is watching those poor little girls begging me with tears in their eyes."
"I pretended to agree to let them go after it was over, and then I would break them down bit by bit in the end."
"This process is simply the most wonderful enjoyment in the world!!!"
The detention center staff frowned and reached out to push Miurakura.
"Shut up and move forward obediently."
"Don't push me."
Miurakura glanced at the other person and raised a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth.
"That's great. Even though I'm a bad guy who committed such a terrible crime, I still have human rights. Basic respect should still be given."
As soon as he finished speaking, before the people around him had time to react, Miurakura suddenly seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and the arrogance and disdain on his face disappeared without a trace.
Instead, there was deep fear in his eyes. He was so scared that he took two steps back and sat directly on the ground.
“What…what is this!?”
Seeing Miurakura's sudden hysterical behavior, the members of the Metropolitan Police Department and the viewers in front of the TV did not understand what was going on.
Only L, who was standing not far away, had his eyes flickering and muttered to himself.
“Has it already started…?”
Just the next second.
"Wow."
A sound like a rag doll being torn into pieces rang out in the venue.
However, what was torn off was not a rag doll.
It was Miurakura's left arm.
Blood spurted out from the broken part like a blood-red fountain.
Miurakura was even stunned for a moment before he felt the pain of his arm being torn off.
"help me!"
He lay wailing in a pool of blood, his broken left wrist still handcuffed to his right hand, twisting on the ground.
"what happened!?"
"Where is the enemy?"
"Sniper rifle?!"
"Alert, alert!"
The members of the Metropolitan Police Department raised their guns, looking alert as if they were facing a great enemy, but they did not notice anything unusual.
Miurakura's arm seemed to be pulled off by something invisible.
Just as the members of the Metropolitan Police Department were looking around, they heard the same sound again.
Left leg, right arm, and finally right leg.
Miurakura's limbs were torn off one by one.
Finally, the brain.
The members of the Metropolitan Police Department were stunned when they saw Miurakura, whose body was badly damaged after he had undergone the torture of being torn apart by five horses and endured severe pain before his death.
The commander-in-chief on the scene was even more flustered and hurriedly looked at the reporters and photographers from the TV station.
"Stop straight..."
"Do not."
Among all the people present, only L remained calm as always, as if the bloody scene before him was no big deal at all to him.
"Continue the live broadcast, but you can mosaic the body."
L stared at Miurakura's body and muttered to himself.
"Next, the real show will begin."
As if to confirm L's words, a series of light and steady footsteps suddenly sounded from the metal gate of the detention center.
As the footsteps got closer, a man wearing a scarlet Daitengu mask and gorgeous white clothes walked out slowly under the morning sun.
"Hello, everyone."
Light Yagami did not shy away from the challenge. He stepped directly on Miurakura's body and the sticky blood on the ground. He walked to the gate of the detention center step by step, and spoke softly with a smile in his voice.
"I'm 'Kira'."
The on-site commander of the Metropolitan Police Department's face changed, and he immediately pulled out a gun from his waist, aimed at Light Yagami who was standing there, and spoke in a deep voice.
"You are officially arrested by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department on suspicion of murder. Stand there and don't move! Otherwise we will shoot!"
"what?"
The Daitengu mask on Light Yagami's face became increasingly red, turning into a blood-like color.
"Suspected of murder? Where's the evidence?"
He pointed at Miurakura's body and chuckled.
"Can anyone prove that this guy's death has something to do with me? Can your favorite procedural justice of the Metropolitan Police Department prove this? If not, what crime will you arrest me on?"
Without waiting for the on-site commander of the Metropolitan Police Department to speak, Light Yagami looked towards the camera lens, his scarlet pupils looking directly at all the viewers in front of the TV, and spoke slowly.
"Those who commit crimes will not escape punishment."
Looking at "Kira" standing there, L suddenly said indifferently to the on-site commander of the Metropolitan Police Department.
"shot."
"What? Shoot? But..."
"never mind."
Seeing that the Metropolitan Police Department's on-site commander was hesitant, L shook his head and then snatched the gun from the other party.
Before anyone could react, he aimed at "Kira" standing there and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
After a gunshot, Light Yagami stood there without moving.
The other people present didn't see anything either, as if there was only a gunshot but no bullet.
L, who fired the shot, saw a monster nearly two meters tall with wings on its back appear in front of "Kira", and its appearance was exactly the same as the Great Tengu in the legend of Sakura Province.
"I see..."
L seemed to have thought of something, looked directly at "Kira" standing there, and spoke lightly.
"I'll catch you soon."
Upon hearing this, the Metropolitan Police Department's on-site commander's face changed.
No, do you really want to die?
Kira's ability is obviously beyond the imagination of normal people. Even if he kills you here, we, the Metropolitan Police Department officers present here, may not be able to stop him.
In this situation, are you still going to say something like this!?
Light Yagami just glanced at L who was standing there, his scarlet eyes met the other's black eyes, their gazes collided in the air.
