I just want to be a regular writer

Jiliang Jiying is still indifferent.

The man seemed to be puzzled, and he held his chin "staring" at Kira Yoshikage with some discouragement.

In a short while, he patted his head and took out a pair of...legs-female legs from his pocket.

"..."

Kira Yoshikage glanced at him blankly-'When will this absurd dream end?'

The man was not discouraged when Kira Yoshikage looked at him with indifferent eyes.

Putting down those legs, he took out a pair of...hands-female hands from his pockets.

The hands were very white, even the folds at the knuckles were white and tender.It has long fingers, clear palm prints, and nail trimming to the right length.

'It's a good hand'

Kira Yoshikage thought, and opened his eyes.

——Yes, open it.

Its daybreak.

Jiliang Jiying stared at the ceiling frowning and letting go for a while, then rubbed his temples and got up.

'I always feel...like dreaming of something'

With this subtle feeling, Kira Yoshikage got up and walked to the kitchen with a water glass.

There is a deep fold between his eyebrows, and he lowers his head thinking about last night's dream.

'It is indeed a dream...'

'but......'

——The content of the dream is completely forgotten.

Jiliang Jiying shook his head, leaning on the dining table and looking at the wall clock on the wall.

——The pointer points to 8:25 in the morning.

Gee.

Did you sleep for so long?

At this moment, Kiraji Yingneng vaguely realized that something was wrong-no, he could be sure that something was wrong!

But he doesn't know where it is.

"Jiying! Jiying!!"

Kira Yoshihiro's voice interrupted Yoshikage's thoughts.

The old man was very energetic, and he strode vigorously early in the morning to make the sound of "dongdong" footsteps on the wooden floor.

Squeezing the bridge of his nose, Kira Yoshikage looked up displeased: "What did you do early in the morning..."

Halfway through the conversation, Kira Yoshikage stopped abruptly.

His eyes widened slightly, looking at what was in his father's hand.

After a while, he strode forward to hold his father's wrist, and questioned: "Where did it come from?!"

——Mr. Yoshihiro Kira’s hands are a pair of... hands.

Female hands.

Like every detail has been finely adjusted, it is like a measure of "perfection".

"I still want to ask you Jiying! It's really not you..."

"No!"

Jiliang Jiying smacked his lips, staring at those hands with a sullen face: "Where did they come from?"

"...Post, mailbox."

Chapter 024-Destruction or Retention (2/4)

mailbox?!

Just so blatant?!

Gee!

Yoshikage Kira squeezed her brows sharply, let go of Yoshihiro Kira's hand and walked outside.

Open the mailbox——

Newspapers and publications were still stuffed inside, and the blood on it covered part of the writing.

Look down at the ground--

There is no blood.

Kiraji closed the mailbox and walked out of the front yard.

There was no blood on the left and right roads and walls.

Feeling peaceful, Jiliang Jiying turned around and took out all the things in the mailbox and returned home.

"Jiying...Do you want to call the police? This..."

Compared with the composure of Kira Yoshikage, Mr. Yoshihiro Kira could not sit still.

The alarm is not the best option.

It may not be wise to conceal it without reporting it.

The important thing is... these hands are too directional-he looks at his son with an unconcealable worry.

'No way...'

'Don't let others know Jiying's hobbies...'

As a father who spoils his child enough, Yoshihiro Kira knows that his son’s "like" for hands is not an ordinary ○ addiction-that might kill him!

But which father has the heart to take away the toy that makes the child smile?Especially when the child is Kira Yoshikage, it is difficult for him to please, and it is difficult for him to be happy about an ordinary thing like an ordinary child.