I just want to be a regular writer

can...

In such a dark night, everything is dimly tranced.

——'It is really worth 50 million yen'

Xiaoye Yuan felt a little sad as she thought.

She should approach Kira Yoshikage before accepting the commission.

If you know him first, maybe she won't be willing to accept this commission.

"Tsk!"

Kira Yoshikage smacked his lips, and slammed forward to hold Xiao Ye Yu's wrist: "You don't seem to want to answer my question."

--sleepy.

The drowsiness is getting stronger and stronger, almost to the point where you can stand and fall asleep-forget it, think of a way to finish things.

Xiao Ye Yuan looked at the face of Kira Yoshikage who was close at hand, and took a deep breath-'Escape!'

This is not someone who can win by fighting skills!

No, maybe "pain killers" can't help him!

'Ah, the 100% success rate her team is proud of'

Xiao Ye Yu didn't have time to regret, she just looked at Kira Yoshie, her eyes were filled with frustration and fear-it was an invisible but strong sense of oppression, which made her come to a cruel answer before she acted.

There was dull pain in the wrist that was held.

She saw the big pink cat behind Kiraji Ying raised her right hand-it gave a thumbs up.

"Although you give me a'present' I don't like it," Kira Yoshikage looked down at her, the distance between the two was only 20 centimeters.

Xiaoye Kite could even feel the warm breathing of Kira Yoshikage.

"But I will accept the'gift' you give me next. At this time next year...If I remember, I will put a bunch of flowers on the corner of the table and thank you for bringing it to your door." Kiraji Ying calmed down. When the face was finished, the killer queen pressed the detonator.

The pain began in Xiaoye Yuan’s wrist—'It’s too late?'

The scream of fear stopped at her throat, and the woman who didn't even know her name for Kira Yoshikage disappeared-only the hand that was an "apology" was left.

Annoying!

Jiliang Jiying put her hand on the table with a calm face, went back to the bed and covered the quilt-finally... she could sleep well.

At the same time/Sendai City Ring Expressway

"Huh... so cold..."

On the empty highway around the city, a man walked on it ignoring the traffic rules.

He curled his neck and pulled the hood of the sweater over his head, looking at the road behind him.

There are too few cars to and from.

'Wait a minute, you have to try.'

The man thought so, squatting down by the roadside.

Doing this kind of thing on the highway in the dark is tantamount to looking for death. No one should bet against the vision and reaction ability of every driver who passes by here.

But the man is very sure.

——He just wants to do an experiment.

About 20 minutes later, I finally saw a car on the highway around the city at 3 o'clock in the morning-a sports car with an exaggerated look.

It is a satisfactory speed, if you are hit...

Thinking of this, the man got up and walked towards the sports car that was approaching him fast.

On the sports car-

The night is exciting!

This young man likes the night!In the middle of the night...Even if you are speeding, you will not be caught. The tickets are all trivial matters, but there are always too serious traffic police that upset him.

He raised his hand to increase the sound of the stereo, and shook his head to follow his favorite rock music.

Soon he couldn't get up--

A desperate person has reached the high speed!

Facing him with open arms!

"Grass! If you want to die, be quiet and die!"

The young man slammed the steering wheel, trying to avoid the man.

But the distance is too close, and his speed is fast--

"boom!"

That's it!

Thinking of this, the young man began to tinnitus——'ding dong——————'

An unusually heavy bell rang into his ears.

He ran out of the car to check the situation, smoking his red nose, and was about to call his father to clean up the mess.But he was stunned--

Where are the dead bodies?

Hallucinations?

......

About 50 meters away from the sports car, the man stood up from the ground and pulled his hood to cover the African roll he hadn't washed in some days, then turned and left.

He murmured: "Kiraji Ying..."

Chapter 027 Misjudgment (5/4)

What will the dying person think?

Xiaoyeyuan had never considered this issue before.