Chapter 1000...

  "You shouldn't be here," the black uncle said, pushing a corpse gently into the room. "This is where the dead rest. The living will disturb them..." As he spoke, the black uncle casually pushed the new corpse to the position alongside the existing corpses in the room, and then put on a white mask and white gloves as if preparing to start work - that is, processing the new corpse.

  "But," the black uncle suddenly turned his head, looked at Yin Kuang and Qianqian behind him with a low voice through the mask, "Jason said that you didn't disturb him. It seems that you should be polite guests. However, unfortunately, it's working hours now. If you're willing, you can sit down and have a cup of tea or something." After finishing speaking, he ignored Yin Kuang and Qianqian, opened a lamp on the workbench, bowed his head and pulled open the zipper of the body bag.

  When she saw what was inside the body bag, Qianqian's eyes widened in shock, and just as she was about to scream, the black uncle made a "shh" gesture towards her. She quickly covered her mouth with both hands and bowed her head low, shrinking behind Yin Kuang's back. Yin Kuang could feel her trembling violently.

  Even Yin Kuang, who had already attended a disgusting "anatomy class" in school, was frightened by the scene of the black uncle taking out the dismembered limbs, internal organs, and intestines from the body bag one by one, arranging them on the workbench to form a human shape, and then saying to the corpse next to him, "Look, Jason, I've found you a new partner. Hope you two get along well."

  "Yin... Yin Kuang, let's hurry up and go." Qian Qianqian, who was leaning her forehead against Yin Kuang's back, felt a little safer but still extremely fearful. At this moment, in Qian Qianqian's eyes, this black uncle was not the god of death, but even more terrifying than the god of death. This actually had nothing to do with psychological quality; regardless of whether one was brave or timid, unless they were mentally abnormal, anyone would feel a chill down their spine seeing the scene of "human corpse dialogue" unfolding in the distance.

  Just then, Yin Kuang had a slight idea of retreating. However, when he saw the notebook on the table, he calmed down and took a deep breath before saying in a low voice: "Qian Qian, if you're afraid, go wait outside for me. There are some things I must clarify." Qian Qian hesitated for a moment, then shook her head hastily, "I...I don't want to." Yin Kuang's eyebrows furrowed slightly before relaxing, and he shook his head without speaking again.

  Then, Yin Kuang watched as the black uncle sewed up the severed limbs with thread and needle, and put various internal organs back in their original positions. He used some kind of special ointment to cover up the suture marks, and the entire process was done with a familiarity that seemed to come from countless practices. The black uncle, except for saying one sentence to Yin Kuang and the others at the beginning, did not say another word, as if he had forgotten them, and was extremely focused on his "work". It seemed that in the world, there was only him, and the corpse he was working on, nothing else.

  "This is...!?"

  Yin Kuang's face changed colors as he watched the black uncle. He furrowed his brow, bit his lip, narrowed his eyes, stared, looked puzzled, and then suddenly understood, only to sink into thought again. This series of changes was no less impressive than a professional face-changing artist. Why? Because Yin Kuang discovered that his perception of the black uncle was growing weaker and weaker. Even though the black uncle was just a short distance away, within his line of sight, Yin Kuang almost couldn't feel the black man's presence! At one point, Yin Kuang suddenly realized that the black uncle had vanished, everything around him had disappeared, even he himself had disappeared. It was an... indescribable feeling, as if heaven and earth had returned to their original form, with nothing existing at all.

  At this moment, Yin Kuang even felt that he was about to dissipate - like the dissipation of smoke and fog between heaven and earth, from then on, no longer existing in the world, without joy or anger, without sorrow or happiness, nothing at all... Until a crisp metallic collision sound rang out beside his ear, Yin Kuang suddenly trembled. Then, he saw his own hands and feet again, saw the black uncle working not far away, and felt Qianqian's weak trembling behind him, everything was as before! It seemed that nothing had changed at all.

  There seemed to be a faint sigh of regret and disappointment, but it was unclear where it came from... Yin Kuang didn't bother to pay attention.

  However, when Yin Kuang thought back to that feeling just now, he found... nothing! Nothing at all? Nothing at all! There was simply nothing, nothing at all!

  Suddenly, Yin Kuang felt a surge of depression and irritability that he couldn't explain, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

  "Slap!" Yin Kuang slapped himself hard, the scorching pain on his face stimulated his senses and distracted him. Only then did Yin Kuang feel a little better.

  At this time, the black uncle's "work" seemed to be done. He slowly lifted his head, took off his gloves and mask, covered a shroud over the stitched-up corpse, and said, "Buddy, now you need to rest well. Don't worry, no one will come back to disturb you here, I promise." Then he also spoke to another corpse, "Jason, you should be friendlier to Tom." After finishing speaking, he covered it with a shroud as well.

  "Alright," the black uncle clapped his hands, tilted his head and smiled at Yin Kuang: "Now, it's time to greet the uninvited guests. Although this place is not suitable for greeting guests." The black uncle walked to the table, gently closed the laptop on the table, and said: "I forgive you for messing with my things. So, tell me what brings you here."

  Yin Kuang opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Qian Qian's small head popped out from behind him and hastily asked, "Uncle, how can we escape the Grim Reaper's pursuit?" Qian Qian didn't want to stay here for a moment longer, so she wanted to ask quickly and leave, regardless of whether there was an answer or not. A delicate and weak little loli, yet she called him "uncle"... Okay, if it were somewhere else, rather than the morgue; if it were someone else, rather than the bald black uncle with a strange smile... then this scene would be quite thought-provoking.

  Unfortunately, this is a morgue, and there's a bald black uncle here.

  The black uncle's eyes, as black as coal, glanced at Qianqian and the corners of his mouth curled up as he said: "A person protected by a weak law... Hehe, it seems that the god of death has encountered another trouble..." The black uncle's tone was full of mockery. Ignoring Qianqian's puzzled expression, the black uncle looked at Yang again, "It's really amazing... Another person protected by the law, unfortunately... Perhaps this is a kind of arrangement in the underworld... Let you come to me, but you will be disappointed, there is no answer you want here."

  As he spoke, the black uncle took out a pen and then flipped open the notebook. On each page, he drew a large "X". "The secret of the Death God has been revealed, so it's no longer a secret." After finishing speaking, the black uncle closed the notebook and handed it to Yin Kuang, saying: "This notebook has lost its use. Since you didn't disturb Jason's reward, I'll give it to you. Respecting the dead is a supreme virtue, worthy of praise. Maybe it can help you, maybe not. It all depends on yourself."

  Yin looked blankly at the black uncle and then reached out to take over the notebook.

  Then he got a hint from the principal.

  "Hint: You have received a 'Substitute Shinigami' gift of a Death Note fragment."

  "Item: Fragmented Death Note."

  "Introduction: A person who has evaded death's design 10 times can become a 'Death God Candidate'. A person who has evaded death's design 100 times can become a 'Death God Inspector'. One who continues to evade death's design can comprehend part of the 'Law of Death', and thus become a 'Substitute Death God', becoming someone who has escaped the 'Law of Death'. This is a notebook recording deaths, kept by a 'Substitute Death God'. It details an accidental death incident. And records the original 'Death God's' designs for each 'Deceiver'. Now it is incomplete. All recorded death designs have been invalidated."

  "Rating: Legendary Item (Fake)"

  "Function:"

  "Comment: 'Outsider', even if you get it, don't think you'll get it!!"

  The signature was none other than —— Death God!!

  Yin Kuang's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the black uncle, "You!!"

  The black uncle smiled and said, "Foreigner, your eyes tell me that you already know my identity." The black uncle seemed to be an all-knowing sage, as calm as ever. As he spoke, the black uncle shrugged his shoulders and turned his head towards the two corpses not far away, "The deceased should receive the respect they deserve... I hope you can keep this virtue going. Leave here, good luck to you. Death God, still following you."