I just want to be a regular writer

"I said that he is not afraid of the dead."

"...People always break down."

"Hey..." The man sighed, "So I thought a long time ago that your sister is more talented than yours."

"Heh. It's a pity that she is a coward and doesn't care about your kindness. Did you know? Even a cockroach can make her cry all day, cowardly!" The woman said here and sighed:

"It's a pity that she didn't die this time... I thought that when I was severely reprimanded from childhood, I would think of dead people and put them into practice... Those pieces of jammed paper are enough. Blame him! Kira! Blame him for showing up in the hospital by accident!"

"...Is it? You think it's a coincidence? Hehe... Then let's not talk about Xiaoxiang, let's go back to Kira. Do you want to use a corpse to bring fear to him? He won't." The man was on the phone. Without hurries, he said, "I haven't had time to meet him officially, but I know he won't."

"Don't expect to use your tricks to induce me." The woman sneered and said, "I know!"

"...Hehe...then I would like to ask you, out of the people you can come in contact with, how many people are willing to die for money?" The man seemed to sneer, even in his words. Shang disdain: "And you, how much cash do you have for mobilization? Huh?"

"you shut up!"

It seems that the pain point was pricked, and the woman hung up the phone severely.

She lit a cigarette irritably and took out a photo from the drawer.

It was a yellowish and poorly pixelated photo with two little girls.

The slightly taller girl smiled brilliantly at the camera, while the other one just stared at the camera gloomily-she didn't seem to like taking pictures.

The woman raised her hand and brushed the face of the unhappy girl in the photo, with a soft expression: "You, he made you a wanted criminal for everyone to call, I will make him a dead body soaked in fear. It's fair, isn't it?"

"It's just excellent..." The woman lowered her head and stuck the photo to her chest, whispering: "Where are you?"

The door of the lounge was knocked, and the staff outside shouted through the door: "Miss Sato, your sister is here!"

It was only two o'clock in the afternoon when Kira Yoshikage and Sato Ka arrived at the printing house.

At this time, the printing plant had just started working in the afternoon, and there were hurried employees everywhere.

The sound of the operation of the machine, the conversation between employees and employees, the loud talk chosen because of a hurry-ah... what an ordinary group of people living.

Unfortunately......

Jiliang Jiying looked at everything in front of her coldly—it was too noisy.

"Ah, Kira-kun!" Sato Kaka pulled La Kira Yoshikage's sleeve, pointed to the front and said, "That's my sister!"

It seems that there is a different kind of worship for her sister, Sato Ka's expression is much more vivid than every moment before.

She ran towards the oncoming woman, with a flattering smile: "Sister Maki!"

Sato Maki responded nonchalantly and looked at Yoshikage Kira.

She stretched out her hand to Yoshikage Kira, and said with a smile: "You are Mrs. Yoshira? Xiaoxiang sent me a text message just now. My name is Maki Sato, the person in charge of this printing factory. That's right~ and also. Your...'book fan'."

Oh?

Yoshikage Kira looked at Maki Sato with a tepid smile.

Book fan...?

He looked into Sato Maki’s usual look and smiled faintly-the way this "book fan" expresses his love is really...cold~

Kira Yoshikage didn't look at her for a long time, and turned his attention to Sato Maki's outstretched hand-ink stained on the hand, dust on the tiger's mouth, slightly convex knuckles, and a little bit of nail polish dropped.

Not refined.

It's a pity...not refined.

Yoshikage Kira smiled and stretched out her hand to shake hands with Maki Sato, "Just call me Kira,'Teacher' or something..." Then, Yoshikage Kira smiled shyly: "I'm not used to it. People outside the publishing house call me that, always feel...very strange."

"Really? That's good." Sato Maki turned around with a smile, "I will show you a tour of our printing factory? Ah, although there is nothing beautiful..."

Look.

What a cold "book fan", there is no objection to the change of symmetry-a clumsy disguise.

So here comes the problem.

Why is this meaningless disguise?

Kira Yoshikage looked at Sato Maki's back with interest-it was really interesting. When he put the suspect on Sato Ka, he suddenly jumped out of a guy with many flaws.

A person who is in contact with Sato Ka can naturally come into contact with the things in the ward, and has a logical reason to come and go in the publishing house and...a reasonable identity for Kira Yoshikage's itinerary-"book fan".

The woman with her back to him was like shouting at him with action-'It's me!it's me!I did everything!'

But it is not Kira Yoshikage's style to conclude by guessing.

His habits are very good--

Since there is doubt, it is necessary to... demonstrate.

Yoshikage Kira followed behind Maki Sato, occasionally bowed his head in response to a few words from Sato Ka, and walked patiently around the huge printing factory.

Finally arrived at the office area.

Sato Maki asked someone to pour two cups of coffee, smiled and took out a copy of "The Rose Hunter": "I don't know if you can sign me."

"Of course." Jiliang Jiying had the same smile on her face—just a smile, the simplest thing in the world.

He raised his hand and clicked on the cover of "The Rose Hunter", and cast his eyes down to hide the dim light in his eyes.

Later, he neatly took a pen to sign the title page.

At the same time/Metropolitan Police Department

The account of that netizen was recently found in an Internet cafe on the outskirts of Sendai.

Misaki Kirihara drove to the Internet cafe without delay.The Internet cafe was opened ten years ago, and it is already very old. Misaki Kirihara looked around and found that both the model and the fire-fighting configuration will meet the qualified standards.

As if with divine help, everything suddenly became clear after finding the account login location.

The monitoring was quickly called out-the other party was covered very tightly, with a peaked cap from the beginning to the end, and he was wrapped in a windbreaker of the same style.If it weren't for the person's slender figure, and a little figure line appeared when she turned around, Misaki Kirihara could not even judge her gender.

Female, about 170, should have long hair-the back end of her peaked cap is slightly bulging, as if her hair is coiled up and put on a hat.

Misaki Kirihara asked the network administrator to inquire about the personal information registered on this machine-the clue was broken again.

The name and address left by the woman belonged to the girl who fell from the building...

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