In this crossover anime, I fight against the supernatural in my everyday world.

With someone else taking the blame, the responsibility will never fall on your own shoulders.

Moreover, Miura Kura is a pervert who preys on young girls...

They deserved this fate.

"TV Tokyo, TV Tokyo, we are broadcasting live the entire process of criminal suspect Miura Kura being transferred from the detention center!"

At exactly 7 o'clock, following the pre-arranged schedule, the TV station's cameramen and reporters began the live broadcast.

At seven o'clock in the morning, most office workers in Tokyo are already up, eating breakfast and watching television programs.

Seeing that today's program was not the morning news, but a sudden live broadcast, all the citizens in front of their TVs became interested.

When I heard the name Miura Kura, I even forgot to eat.

The gates of the Tokyo Detention Center slowly opened.

The heavily armed members of the Metropolitan Police Department were on high alert.

The camera was pointed at the heavy iron gate.

"Clang...clang..."

The sound of handcuffs rubbing and clanging came from inside the gate.

A man of average height and appearance, wearing glasses and a detention uniform, slowly walked out of the door, escorted by two detention center staff members on either side of him.

"The suspect is Miura Kura..."

Looking at the scene on the screen, L suddenly made a move that caught the Metropolitan Police Department's on-site commander off guard.

He took off his headphones, pushed open the door of the surveillance vehicle, casually put on his shoes, and got out of the car.

"you..."

Upon seeing this, the Metropolitan Police Department's on-site commander rushed over and said in a low, panicked voice.

"Are you crazy?! According to the message left by 'Kira,' he probably knows what you look like. You're going to die!"

"How foolish..."

L shook his head, seemingly too lazy to explain to the Metropolitan Police Department's commander the logic behind why he wouldn't die.

In his view, the logic is very simple.

Kira is punishing evil and hopes to use today's live television broadcast to increase the impact of his actions.

Even if you know yourself, what good will it do?

Would he kill himself in front of so many people, including those watching the live broadcast on television?

If that were to happen, L would think that the other party was nothing special.

Many people have beliefs.

However, very few people can remain steadfast in their beliefs and never waver in them no matter what happens.

Kira...which one are you?

In the live camera footage, Miura 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 behind his glasses, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

Immediately afterwards, in full view of everyone, Miura raised his shackled hands, pointed them at the camera lens, made a victory sign, and spoke in a somewhat manic tone.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I am a genuine mental patient and will not be sentenced to death!"

Upon hearing this, all the viewers in front of the television, as well as all the members of the Metropolitan Police Department present at the scene, showed expressions of anger.

"This guy... is too arrogant!"

"This kind of criminal must be sentenced to death!"

"I suggest we implement it now!"

.......

That's what they say, but everyone knows that Miura's words are so infuriating and frustrating because they are most likely true.

With a certificate of mental illness issued by a hospital, even if one has committed such a cruel crime, the possibility of being sentenced to death is extremely slim.

"be honest!"

The police officer at the detention center frowned slightly and reprimanded him in a low voice.

Unexpectedly, Miura Kura did not back down at all; on the contrary, he became even more arrogant in front of the live television broadcast.

"Hehe, I just need to recuperate in a mental hospital for a few years, and then I can return to a normal life in society."

At this point, Miura glanced at the female reporter next to the TV cameraman, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, a greedy look in his eyes.

"You are quite good-looking."

"Unfortunately, what I enjoy more is watching those poor little girls pleading with me with tears in their eyes."

"I pretended to agree to let them go after it was over, and then gradually broke them down."

"This process is simply the most wonderful enjoyment in the world!!!"

The detention center staff member frowned and shoved Miura Kura.

"Shut up and just walk forward."

Don't push me.

Miura Kura glanced at the other person, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

"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."

Just as he finished speaking, before anyone around him could react, Miura Kura suddenly seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and the arrogance and disdain on his face vanished without a trace.

Instead, his eyes were filled with deep fear, and he was so frightened that he took two steps back and sat down on the ground.

“What…what is this!?”

Seeing Miura Kura's seemingly delirious behavior, the members of the Metropolitan Police Department and the viewers in front of the television were all confused about what had happened.

Only L, standing not far away, had a flicker in his eyes and muttered to himself.

"Has it already started...?"

Just the next second.

"Wow."

A sound like a rag doll being torn apart rang out in the room.

However, what was torn up was not a rag doll.

It was Miura Kura's left arm.

Fresh blood gushed from the cut, like a crimson fountain.

Miura was even stunned for a moment before he felt the pain of his arm being forcibly torn off.

“Help…help me!”

He lay in a pool of blood, howling in agony, his severed left arm and wrist still cuffed to his right, twisting and turning on the ground.

"what happened!?"

"Where is the enemy?"

"A sniper rifle!?"

"Alert, alert!"

The Metropolitan Police Department members raised their guns, looking extremely vigilant, but they found nothing amiss.

Miura's arm looked as if it had been forcibly torn off by something unseen.

Just as the Metropolitan Police Department members were looking around, they heard the same sound again.

Left leg, right arm, and finally the right leg.

Miura Kura's limbs were torn off one by one.

Finally, there's the head.

The Metropolitan Police Department members were stunned to see Miura Kura, who had endured torture akin to being torn apart by five horses, suffering intense pain before his death, and whose body was now mangled beyond recognition.

The on-site commander looked flustered and hurriedly looked towards the TV reporters and cameramen.

"Stop being straight..."

"Do not."

Of everyone present, only L remained calm as always, as if the bloody scene before him was no big deal to him at all.

"Continue the live stream, but you can blur the bodies."

L stared at Miura Kura's corpse and muttered to himself.

"Now, the real show begins."

As if to confirm L's words, a series of light and steady footsteps suddenly sounded from inside the metal gate of the detention center.

As the footsteps drew closer, bathed in the morning sunlight, a person wearing a crimson tengu mask and dressed in magnificent white attire slowly emerged.

"Hello, everyone."

Light Yagami's steps did not falter at all. He stepped directly over the corpse of Miura Kura and the sticky blood on the ground, walking step by step to the gate of the detention center, his voice soft with a smile.

“I am Kira.”

The Metropolitan Police Department's on-site commander's expression changed. He immediately drew his gun from his waist, aimed it at Light Yagami standing there, and spoke in a deep voice.

"You have been formally arrested by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department on suspicion of murder. Stand there and do not move! Otherwise, we will open fire!"

"what?"

The Ōtengu mask on Light Yagami's face grew even redder, turning the color of blood.

"Suspected murder? Where is the evidence?"

He pointed to Miura Kura's corpse and chuckled.

"Can anyone prove that this guy's death is related to me? Can your Metropolitan Police Department's favorite procedural justice prove this? If not, on what charge will you arrest me?"