Late at night, at Linhai University.
Kannazuki leaned back in his chair, staring coldly at the computer screen.
A black envelope icon abruptly appeared in the lower-right corner, with no attempt at disguise.
He opened it. The sender was L, and the message contained only one terse line.
["I want to meet you. Tonight at eleven, on the rooftop of the unfinished Golden Sands Center in South City. Come alone."]
There was no signature and no greeting.
Ryuk, the shinigami, floated cross-legged in midair and bit into a red apple he had stolen from somewhere.
Juice dripped down his deathly pale chin.
"Heh heh heh... This is obviously a trap, Light. Has that guy tracked you down?"
Kannazuki ignored him, his long fingers tapping at the keyboard.
He traced the sender's IP route backward. Three seconds later, with a snap, the tracking program froze, and scarlet gibberish filled the screen.
The other party had not only severed every physical node but also left a mocking smiley face at the end.
Kannazuki let go of the mouse, his gaze unfathomable.
"It's him. He's figured it out. At least in his mind, he's already found me one hundred percent guilty."
Ryuk flicked the apple core into the trash and let out a strange laugh.
"Then why are you still sitting here spacing out? Pack up and run.
Or... just fill that little black notebook with the names of every cop in the city.
We'll kill our way out!"
No. "Shen He" was watching.
"Besides, why should I run?"
Kannazuki rose, walked to the window, and pulled the curtain open a sliver.
"He didn't send a SWAT team crashing through the door. What does that tell us?
It tells us he has no concrete physical evidence whatsoever.
He can't prove to a court