DEATH NOTE:NOTE OF DEATH

"That person was captured by Captain Alex. I heard that he is the murderer of the serial murder case that was just filed today." Seeing my dazed look, Lucy walked in front of me and waved at me, "Ryan, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah...it's okay." I came to my senses, and cold sweat started dripping down my face unconsciously. I waved my hands hurriedly and returned to my office with a somewhat unsteady body. Then I slammed the door shut.

I could clearly feel the beads of sweat slowly flowing down my forehead. I had no idea what was going on and was just feeling uneasy. Until I couldn't help it, I stood up from the chair and walked towards the door.

"Seven o'clock?"

Unconsciously, I had been alone for so long. After thinking for a while, I walked directly to the interrogation room. When I got there, someone told me that the interrogation was very successful. The murderer who was brought back earlier did not even hide or hesitate at all and told me everything about his crime. The case closing process went unexpectedly smoothly.

At this time, the murderer had been put into the detention room, and Alex returned to the office to write the case closing report.

**Alex's Office**

"Ryan, why are you here? Please sit down first, I'm busy writing the report." Alex raised his head and saw that it was me. He immediately lowered his head and started typing on the report.

"Come to think of it, I have to thank you. How did you do it? If it were me, this case would have become an unsolved case a long time ago." Seeing that I didn't say anything, Alex spoke excitedly while working.

"I always have a feeling of uneasiness in my heart. After seeing that person today, this feeling of uneasiness has become even stronger." My answer was somewhat irrelevant.

"You just like to worry about things that are unnecessary. In the face of this ironclad evidence, the murderer has nowhere to hide. The evidence you provided directly points to the flower shop, and you even found the murderer." Alex stopped working and glanced at me. "Is this the reason you came to me for this feeling?"

I looked at Alex, shook my head at first, then nodded vigorously, and said, yes.

"Okay, just go home peacefully and have a good rest for the night. Or I can ask for a leave for you later so you can have a few more days of rest. Such high-intensity work every day, even if you are an iron man, you can't handle it."

Having said that, Alex didn't give me any chance to refuse and pushed me out of the office. Alex followed him out and went back to get the written report. "I'll take you there later."

"Alex, listen to me..." I steadied my glasses, but before I could continue, Alex walked away.

As he walked, he waved to the back, "Ryan, you should go see a psychiatrist."

"Psychologist?" I was stunned, but soon I laughed at myself out loud.

Maybe. Maybe in the eyes of many people, even Alex, I am a real madman. Who wouldn't be crazy if he keeps dealing with the dead? But I know that I am not crazy. Although I am extremely depressed every day, and I admit that I have mental illness, I am really not crazy.

My premonition was accurate, and this strong feeling of uneasiness appeared for the second time. The first time it happened was when I encountered a killer in the heat of the moment. That night, I watched my former colleague from the forensic department die in front of me. After he died, I was responsible for the autopsy and evidence collection.

No one knows that feeling, the feeling of dissecting your close friend with your own hands. It's very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.

In a daze, I left Alex alone and walked out of the police station building without any purpose. When others greeted me along the way, I pretended not to hear them. Alex looked for me but couldn't find me, so he called me, but I didn't answer.

I don't know how long I walked outside. My feet were sore and the soles of my feet were aching, so I turned downstairs to the community where I lived. It's too late now, the lights on the road are dim, and there are no lights in some places.

I looked at the time and it was already half past three in the morning. But just as I looked at the time and raised my head, a dark shadow suddenly flashed past me.

It's him!

The man who appeared in synesthesia! My feeling can never be wrong, and the man's shadow is almost like the most profound memory, engraved in my mind, there is absolutely no way I can make a mistake. But who was the person captured by Alex?

I didn't have time to think, cold sweat broke out instantly. I don't know how to describe how I feel at this moment. I only feel cold, a cold that penetrates into my bones. Even my mind seems to be frozen, like a walking corpse.

But at that moment, I seemed to have made up my mind. I took a deep breath and walked towards the stairs where the black shadow appeared. I walked very slowly because my calves were trembling. In that extremely depressing and terrifying environment, it took a lot of courage for me to be able to stand and try to find the shadow.

Perhaps, the source of this courage comes from the fact that I have been dealing with the dead for many years and have been in a dark environment for many years. Or maybe, I want to completely eliminate the source of my anxiety. I don't want the people around me to be hurt in any way.

I almost used up all my strength to reach the stairs, gasping for breath. In the quiet stairwell, the only sound that could be heard was my heavy breathing. Apart from that, there was no other sound.

What scares people most is the unknown.

"Who is it!"

I yelled, my voice hoarse. But the only voice echoing in the stairwell was my own.

Swish, swish, swish!

The lights in the corridor lit up almost at the same time, and the dark environment in the distance suddenly seemed as bright as day! The light not only dispelled the darkness, but also the fear in my heart. As I vented the roar, I found that I had become much braver. I took a deep breath again and walked towards the top floor with courage.

In this situation, I saw with my own eyes the dark shadow flash into the building, and in the middle of the night, no one would choose to open the door for a stranger. There was no sign that the elevator had ever been started, as the elevator number remained on the 1st floor.

Therefore, I am extremely sure that the black shadow is in this building. He must be on the top floor.

When I reached the iron door on the top floor, I took a deep breath, quickly pulled open the iron bolt, and then rushed out in one step, picking up an iron rod beside me.

No, nothing!

The entire rooftop was empty. I searched everywhere but couldn't find any place where the black shadow could escape from this small high-rise building of more than 20 floors. All of this is telling me that I was just daydreaming before, and it was all just an illusion.

Crunch.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the iron door on the top floor. I turned around abruptly and a flaming red cigarette butt quickly appeared in my field of vision. Through the faint red light, I could see wisps of white smoke slowly rising.

He asked me.

"Want a cigarette?"