"God acts in mysterious ways," the priest added, responding when L questioned why God allowed evil and injustice, and added that everything had a greater purpose, always for good.
L was an agnostic theist, the type of person who does not affirm that God exists, but also does not deny ... he stands on the wall, always in doubt. "I need proof! I urgently need proof or sustainable evidence!" He thought, always linking the facts to the solution.
Finally the escort arrived at the Castle of Sir Henry, notorious ex-minister of health of England, now with its 76 years, but with good health and very vigor. The two gates were already open, waiting for the arrival.
The train finally arrives, and supercomputers are slowly led into the laboratories on the third floor. The two trusted agents of L, Robert and Michael, are in the room accompanying the supervision, paperwork signatures bureaucracy made to the commercial representative responsible for the delivery of the equipment, and installation of the "technicians."
Finally, after the train and all the others left, Sir Henry was able to be alone with the agents in the laboratory.
Quickly, Sir Henry opens the medical cabinet and removes all medical equipment that was already separated, while as fast as lightning the agents open the supercomputer where the body of L. is. One of the hex keys (screwdriver tool) drops from the Hand of Michael, who grabs her by dripping with sweat, even under the air conditioner at 13 ° C.
They finish removing the last plate, and hold the body of L, placing it on a stretcher. Quickly Sir Henry applies an injection on his cold arm, waits 5 minutes, picks up the defibrillator and applies eleven strokes, while Robert puts a mask of air on his nose.
Michael by now had finished putting the electrodes for cardiac reading and nerve impulses. He turns on the panel and sees pulse, he shouts: "He has a pulse! He has a pulse !"
Soon Henry applies one more load, L stabilizes, and stays out of danger, in an induced coma for 2 days.
When Sir Henry sees Watari's body being placed on the stretcher, he falls into tears. They were actually half-brothers, but they were raised together, and followed different paths as adults.
The political influence of Sir Henry was always a great protection for Watary and his crazy projects, but it was not enough to save him from someone like Kira.
The two days pass, and L is well. He wakes up and fully recovers after another 3 days. He had received some reports from Near, and the two had exchanged code messages frequently in the last three days while L was still undergoing physical therapy.
"Uncle," L had called Sir Henry since childhood. "Can you help me out here, please?"
L's mask was losing its porosity and moisture, and he always changed his mask every month.
Only Watari and her half-brother know the true face of L. No agent of the FBI or Interpol ever saw their true face.
He suffered from a very rare degenerative skin disease, a rather aggressive skin cancer, called the Evil of Anatoli, where the skin of the face, buttocks, and hands decompose, leaving him raw, causing him Terrible pains.
The trauma of the pains forced him to always sit on his knees, that strange way in his chair, afraid to feel those terrible pains again.
The fear of pain hurt him to think right. That's why he always said he thought better of that strange position.
Because of this suffering and embarrassment, he always wondered if God existed.