I just want to be a regular writer

Of course, the harmlessness and relaxation around.

If Jiliang Jiying had doubts about everything, the "calm" itself would begin to collapse from the inside, and would never return.

Really...

Kira Yoshikage looked ahead, still not changing his destination.

--Come back home.

The thin and tall man behind stood still for more than ten minutes, then turned around slowly.

As if he didn't like the sunlight, he raised his hand and pressed the brim of the top hat down, then turned and left.

He walked very slowly, probably because those slender and abnormal legs could not support the weight of his upper body.

When he finally reached the alley, he raised his head and "looked" at the sun in the sky-sunny, not bad.

He has no facial features.

It was just an extremely pale face, covered with a shadow under the obstruction of the sun by the brim of the hat.

The man "stared" at the sun for a while, then turned and turned into the alley.

That night.

Kira Yoshikage finished the bed making work at 11 o'clock as usual, and lay on the bed peacefully.

After a while, he fell asleep.

-There are no dreams.

This is a matter of course, and he does not need the illusory beauty.

But there seems to be something wrong.

Standing in the jungle of Dark Night Yingyingzhuo, he realized for the first time-'This is a dream'

Then...

Why is there such a lucid dream?

Jiliang Jiying looked up at the round moon in the sky, which was much larger than the real world, and squinted.

Thanks to the huge moon, this forest is not gloomy.

He could even clearly hear the "rusty" sound of the leaves swaying under the breeze, and... the unique and refreshing taste of the interweaving of the branches and the soil.

——This dream even took care of every sense of his.

Jiliang Jiying looked down and thought for a while, then raised her foot and walked forward.

At the end of the forest, there is a small wooden house.

There are orange lights inside.

——And in front of the wooden house, there is a man.

A tall and thin man with a different ratio of hands to feet...men.

'I met him'

As Kirajikage thought, he stopped.

At the same time, the man also noticed him.

He slowly turned his head to Kira Yoshikage, and walked towards Kira Yoshikage after a moment of silence.

The man's steps are calm, without malice or goodwill.

He stood in front of Kira Yoshikage, arched his upper body to "look at each other" with Kira Yoshikage.

Ah, this statement of confrontation is not accurate enough.

——He has no face.

Almost at this moment, Jiliang Jiying remembered the folk tricks that had been heard in the past from far away-the elongated ghost.

There are many legends about the "long and thin ghost".

Every legend exaggerates the gloomy and terrifying atmosphere to the utmost, but the person who encounters the "long and thin ghost" has only one ending-disappear from the world.

Jiliang Jiying frowned.

He has been frequently underhanded recently, which is really puzzling-he is obviously just an ordinary person, who can hide in the crowd... Ordinary person.

The man looked at him for a while, struggling to support the ground with his knee-length hand, and sat cross-legged in front of Kira Yoshikage.

He started rummaging in his pockets.

First, he took out a stack of money and handed it to Jiliang Jiying.

Jiliang Jiying raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

Honestly, he wanted to wake up.

No matter how bad, he can leave.

——But he can't move.

Seeing that Jiliang Jiying was not interested in the money, the man took out some jewelry from his pocket.

Jewelry exudes a restrained but brilliant light under the moonlight.

Jiliang Jiying remained indifferent.

The night wind blew between the two, and the man tilted his head and seemed very troubled.

Afterwards, he fumbled his pocket again-handing out a magazine.

A... adult magazine.

Kiraji Kage laughed and shook her head feeling absurd.

Men are not discouraged.

He kept pulling out different things from his pockets, trying to get Kirajikage's attention.

Digital products, figures, stockings, oil paintings, women's underwear, literary works, strange toys...