Digital diary 2026.08.13.
I read LABB. Page 140-141, Even Beyond Birthday himself could not explain how he had been born with the eyes of the shinigami, how he could use them with no payment, with no arrangement. Neither Misora nor L knew why, and, obviously, neither do I. The closest thing to an explanation I can offer is that there are shinigami stupid enough to drop their notebooks in our world, so there might well be shinigami stupid enough to drop their eyes. Either way, it was completely absurd to expect humans who had no idea shinigami even existed to be on the lookout for their eyes.
Even so, even with that in mind, she might have guessed. After all, B looks like thirteen, and thirteen is the number of the tarot card named Death...
And so.
With any number of inconsistencies and anxieties, and one sig¬ nificant failure.. .the story's climax arrives. More info on BB. nor did she have any intention of mak¬ ing pathetic excuses about not being able to shoot another human being. Naomi Misora was a trained FBI agent. She did not imagine her hands were clean, or that she was above such things. But she had not been able to pull the trigger. Her gun had been aimed at a child of only thirteen years...which didn't in any way excuse it. Thirteen or not, he was a dangerous criminal. But Naomi Misora had let him get away, and the secret investigation that many of her fellow agents had poured countless hours and an unbelievable amount of work into ended with nothing to show for it. Everything was finished. Oh my god. Despite her own weak position within the organization, the fact that she had only been forced to take a leave of absence was rather lenient. Damn. Her boy¬ friend, Raye Penber, had said, “I guess you couldn't live up to your nickname, Misora Massacre," somewhere between sarcasm and try¬ ing to cheer her up, Aww.
Page 142-143, But Naomi Misora remembered.
The moment she'd pointed the gun at him...
The eyes that child had turned toward her.
Like he was staring at something he couldn't believe, like the grim reaper had just appeared before him. Like it was absurd—he could kill other people, but he had never imagined that he might be killed himself. But he should have known, he should have been ready to die the moment he first took a life. As any criminal would. As any FBI agent would. Jesus. Nine hours worth of August 22nd had already passed. Only fif¬ teen hours remained. She was not going to get any sleep today. She would have to remain awake for at least twenty-four hours. She wasn't even allowed to take a bathroom break. Ryuzaki had advised her not to stretch her patience thin.. .she needed to be able to react the moment someone entered the room. I’m in the edge of sit.
Page 144-145, “Don't worry. There is no chance the killer will notice. One of them is a professional infiltrator, and the other one is a professional trickster. I can't tell you more, since you are an FBI agent, but basi¬ cally, a thief and a con-man. I had one posted near each room."
“A thief...and a con-man?"
What was he saying?
Was this some sort of joke?
“So, Naomi Misora..." L said, wrapping up.
But Misora hastily stammered, “Um, er, L..." but then she hesi¬ tated, not sure if she should ask this or not.
""You.. .know the killer, right?"
“Yes, as I said. He is B."
“I don't mean like that...I mean, he's someone you know personally?"
On the 16 th, L had said he had known all along that the killer was B, and she had sort of known ever since, but two days before, L had said something that changed her guess to conviction. Whatever you do, please catch the killer . The century's greatest detective, L, would never say that about some ordinary indiscriminate serial killer. And the way his name was just one letter long...
“Yes," the synthetic voice agreed.
As if he didn't mind being asked at all.
“But Naomi Misora, please keep that in the strictest confidence. The backup I have stationed near the condo, and the thief and conman inside it have not been told what case they are working on. They are better off not knowing. Since you asked, I don't mind tell¬ ing you, but generally speaking it was also something you were bet¬ ter off not knowing."
“I know. Either way, whoever B is, he is a dangerous criminal who has claimed the lives of three people for no good reason. But there is one thing I wanted to ask."
“What?"
“You know the killer, but you have nothing to do with him?"
This was...
...to Naomi Misora, this was about the same as asking if you could pull the trigger on a child.
“I have nothing to do with him," L said. The reveal and Naomi’s reaction to it.
Damn. That was a lot to process. I organized my tumblr posts. Tomorrow I will watch Bsd Wan and If psychologist analysis isn't going to be long I will finish this chapter of LABB.
Feeling: Tired


















