[Mello will not be able to see how B ends up poking his arm with a syringe. Maybe he used his mouth to take the ancient thing out of the pockets of his jeans. But he certainly didn't use his hands. In any case, B has stuck the syringe into Mello's vein and is now using one finger to pull the plunge upwards, filling the large vial with blood. B keeps speaking to Mello, however. Calmly, as a doctor might speak to a nervous patient.]

No serial killer beside myself could use the power of a Shinigami. Only I have the eyes.

[When he is done, he slips the syringe out and piles a handful of snow onto the bruised area to stop any bleeding. He pokes his head around Mello's side to look him in the face.]

Who were you working with on this case, Mihael Keehl? Who would have believed that a serial killer was using mystical powers to know when victims will die? Why did you believe it? Unless you have truly gone mad...