I just want to be a regular writer

"Crack!"

Jiliang Jiying sat by the window, bowed her head and cut her nails seriously.

The glass bottle placed aside was almost full-it had only been taken out for a month.

He put down the nail clippers, stroked the uncut thumb of his left hand bitten by him, frowned and looked out the window.

What should I do...

Can you find out the person who shaped the world in the mirror?

If this matter cannot be resolved quickly...

The nails grew a little longer.

Kira Yoshikage sighed and picked up the nail clippers again.

——I don’t know if I will have insomnia tonight.

Sato Honten

The early years of hard work made the operation of the Sato's house gradually better. Mr. Sato is much more relaxed than a dozen or twenty years ago.

Because of the inconvenience of his legs and feet, he doesn't go to the workplace often-he is in his position...what can't be solved at home?After all, people who are willing to run errands for him can almost line up from Osaka to Tokyo.

"Sir, we have found someone who can solve Jiliang Jiying." The butler still has the look of low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

Mr. Sato was staring at the news on TV with boredom, and raised his eyebrows when he heard the news: "Who?"

"There are a few young people in Sendai who are doing some special business recently." The butler's voice is very soft and comfortable: "Because the method is unknown, we can only judge from the results of the commission disclosed by the introducer and they have accepted. . If you want to kill someone... the success rate of this team is 100%."

"Oh?"

Mr. Sato raised his hand slightly, and the housekeeper understood and turned the TV to silent.

Then she went on to say: "They are a small group headed by a person named Tang Ze Anda. As for the members... 5 members can be confirmed temporarily. One died a few days ago, so at least it is still There are 4 people."

"Can you be reached?"

"Tang Ze Anda's phone is temporarily unavailable, but another person in their group was contacted."

It is not that Mr. Sato doesn't believe in those mysterious things, but he doesn't even want to disclose the technique. He really doesn't have any hope.

But since even his capable butler says that the other party's success rate is 100%... it doesn't hurt to try.

He waved his hand and said solemnly: "Then do it."

"Yes."

Chapter 021 The Haunted House That Cannot Close Your Eyes (3/4)

An apartment in the center of Sendai City

"Huh...finally done."

Asakura Teru raised his hand and wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and he was relieved.

It is not easy to complete the move in one day, not to mention that he still has so many precious hands to do.

Fortunately, the "business" was good some time ago, and he saved some money.

Otherwise, there is no way to complete inspections, signing contracts, and moving in one day.

Sitting on the unopened cardboard box containing unimportant clothes, Asakura took out the game console and started a decadent day.

Ok?

decadent?

No, no, you can't say that.

How can playing games be called decadence?

As long as his life is focused on this matter, then even if it is "playing a game", it is a business!

As soon as the game started, the phone that Asakura had left on the sofa rang.

"Ok?"

He blinked and ran to answer the phone.

It was from a "partner", and it should be a new commission.

Asakura's eyes lit up, and he felt that his limited number of figures could increase again~

"Hi, it's me!"

Asakura threw himself onto the sofa, reaching out for a bag of potato chips.

"New commission." A familiar, intellectually pleasant voice came from the earpiece.

Asakura nodded, tearing open the potato chip package and asked, "What's the matter this time?"

"kill."

"Huh?" Asakura sprang up from the sofa and complained: "Why are these people so hostile lately? Who is killed this time? Is the information available? How about the quotation? Honestly..... .I just prepared to take a vacation for a while."

"50 million yen."

"puff!"

Asakura spit out the potato chips in his mouth, his eyes widened: "How many?!"

"50000000."

"Hastily! I'm going to make a fortune!"

Asakura Teru raised his eyebrows with joy, and asked, "Who to kill? When to kill? How much can I get?"

"It's still the same as before. Whoever wins takes two thirds."

"Hmm, so who are you going to kill?"

"It's just a college student."

"What college student is so valuable?" Asakura Teru blinked, but his still vaguely childish face was confused: "Which boss's child?"

"No, really just an ordinary college student."