I just want to be a regular writer

Either way, it is impossible for her to give up her own life after deliberately appearing in Professor Narita's field of vision-illogical.

Professor Narita.

Professor Narita again.

He is the central figure in this series of events-undoubtedly, that [teacher] wants to destroy Professor Narita, which probably coincides with Uehara Misaki.

Professor Narita is indeed the purpose X of Yoshikage Kira’s original hypothesis.

But even so, it couldn't explain why [Teacher] suddenly added Kira Yoshikage to the target list.

Even if the [teacher] suddenly realized that Professor Narita valued Yoshikage Kira, after all, Professor Narita did not shy away from anyone when he gave him the certificate of attending the criminal psychology elective course.

The unintentional people won't care about these details, but the caring people must have noticed.

Then, the problem came back.

Why do you want to advance Jiliang Jiying's ranking and choose to kill him in a hurry?

If it were Kira Yoshikage, even if a new target entered his vision, he would choose to proceed step by step-because this was the safest way.

But [Teacher] didn't think so, he was anxious to get rid of Kira Yoshikage, because of a reason that Kira Yoshikage was temporarily unknown.

Kira Yoshikage finally closed the folder and raised his head to thank Shiyu Kasumigaoka: "Thank you."

"Ok?"

Kasumigaoka Shiyu tilted her head to look at him, and then laughed: "At first, I was worried that Kira-kun would think I was nosy ~ you like this surprise~"

Maybe it was unintentional, but Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu brought some useful things,

Of course Kira Yoshikage likes it.

He smiled and nodded, and changed the subject.

Chiaki Uehara finished reading "The Rose Hunter" again.

She closed the book, bowed her head, pinched the bridge of her nose, and closed her eyes with her temples.

She didn't have time to rest, she just wanted to relax for a while.

'Misaki's funeral must be prepared as soon as possible.'

'Mr. Murakami has been delaying the manuscript for 8 days. You must get the manuscript today, otherwise the printing factory will go crazy.'

'Ms. Xiazhiqiu's recent writing status is not right, and the things handed in are obviously below the standard line, so I have to find a time to chat with her.'

'The contracted artist here is about to expire. The other party has no intention of renewing the contract, so I have to find someone to top it as soon as possible...

The more Chiaki Uehara sorted out his to-do list in his head, the more he felt out of breath.

She opened her eyes irritably and scanned the documents on the table aside, leaving only one copy of "The Rose Hunter."

She wished that she could also rush to find the murderer before the police like Kira-kun, and find the murderer who induced Misaki to die!

By the way, Speaking of Misaki.

Misaki's body is still preserved in the funeral director introduced by a friend.

The 18th floor was too high, and when Misaki fell to the ground, she could hardly see her original appearance.

Although Chiaki Uehara could not understand the taste of her own sister, he also hoped that she would be more decent when she was cremated.

'It's time to get Misaki back today.'

Chiaki Uehara picked up the bag and greeted his colleagues before leaving the publishing house.

Sitting in the taxi, Chiaki Uehara was still anxious, and she often felt this way recently.

'When Misaki's affairs are over, it should be fine.'

......

After completing the formalities, Chiaki Uehara paid the balance and was taken to the corpse depository.

The morgue was colder than expected, and Misaki, lying on the table in the middle, was like a rag doll with stitches and patches.

Even her face is, because the skull fracture is almost indistinguishable, and it must have taken a lot of work for the funeral director to make this "face" barely bear the shadow of Misaki.

Chiaki Uehara looked at Misaki calmly, and touched her fingertips with his hand.

She lowered her head to look at the bluish-white mottled arm that was stitched back. She wanted to sigh, but her eyes widened suddenly.

No!

No!

Chiaki Uehara trembling hands tore off the cloth covering the corpse, dragging the arm to look.

No!

Misaki has a birthmark!

This corpse...no birthmark!

"This is not Misaki..." Chiaki Uehara pulled the staff aside, and his tired and bloodshot eyes were offended anger: "This is not Misaki's body! You are mistaken! Where is my Misaki? !"

The Metropolitan Police Department has gained new gains.

They found a disposable mobile phone at Miki Sakai's house—the one that called Uehara Misaki.

It is almost certain that Miki Sakai and the death of Misaki Uehara are inevitable.

But now people can't find it.

According to the apartment manager, Miki Sakai has not come back since he went out early yesterday morning.

It has been nearly 30 hours. Did you notice something and ran away?

Misaki Kirihara rubbed his temples and got up, ready to go home to wash and rest for a while.

But at this moment, the intercom phone rang.

Misaki Kirihara put away his exhaustion, returned to his capable appearance, picked up the microphone and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

"what!"

Misaki Kirihara stood up from the chair. "Is there sure that Misaki Uehara is not confused with someone else's body?"