I just want to be a regular writer

So his name is Tang Ze Anda?

Gee.

Jiliang Jiying's heart rose up with dryness--in politeness, he once asked the name of the "hippie", but the other party ignored his question.

In fact, this is not a big deal, after all, people are dead.

But why would anyone remind him that Tang Ze Anda was not dead?Or...he got it wrong?

Also, who is the person who reminded him?

Glancing at the passing shop window, Kira Yoshikage continued on.

It wasn't until he got home that his expression changed slightly.

It's very rare. Didn't my father rush out to make a fuss today?

Maybe it's because I finally learned how to speak softly. Don't dream anymore. I can't get rid of the problem for decades. It's not bad overnight.

Jiliang Jiying lowered his head and laughed, then put on indoor slippers and walked in.

but...

It's really strange.

Being so quiet is not his father's style at all.

Taking off his jacket and hanging it up, Kira Yoshikage started looking for his father's voice from room to room.Although shouting is fine, he hates speaking loudly.

"...This...what to do..."

The voice came from Kiraji's studio.

——Father should not go to his room when he is not at home.

With a slight dissatisfaction, he opened the door of his room.

At this time, Mr. Yoshihiro Yoshihiro Kira was holding a painting that looked rather bewildered-the painting was a gift from "Little Umbrella".

"what happened?"

Jiliang Jiying leaned against the door frame and asked, "It's just a painting, you..."

Before finishing speaking, Kira Yoshikage frowned suddenly.

——One corner of the painting was knocked off.

"Jiying..."

Mr. Yoshihiro Kira is deeply aware of the seriousness of the situation-something that can be put in a safe by his son, even if it seems worthless, is probably of special significance.

With guilt and anxiety, Yoshihiro Kira carefully said: "I'll find someone to see if it can be repaired, how about?"

Kira Yoshikage did not speak, but took the painting from his father.

If he remembers correctly...

The ruined painting represents the rejection of Azusa Sasaki's goodwill-bad luck.

Looking back at the end of those who were judged to have "rejected goodwill," Kira Yoshikage really couldn't do so.

The root cause may be attributed to his Goddess of Luck's frequent passive sabotage recently, and even the reason for always leaving her job without permission-but... Is it his fortune more absolute, or the bad luck of Azusa Sasaki?

Well, although curious, this kind of experiment is forgotten.

Call Azusa Sasaki later.

Making up his mind, Yoshikage Kira looked down at Yoshihiro Kira: "So, do you have anything to put in the safe?"

"Also, nothing."

Yoshihiro Kira watched the look on Yoshikage Kira’s face, and his anxiety was a little bit relieved: "The time for the safe at the bank has expired. Just thinking about this stuff at home..."

With that said, the old man pointed to the documents and gold ornaments on the ground.

The gold jewellery was left by the mother during his lifetime, and a considerable amount-but given that the style was indeed outdated and out of fashion, the mother did not wear it often before depositing it in the bank.

leftover...

Nothing special, just some proof of property rights.

Kira Yoshikage sighed, stepped forward and began to clean up the things scattered on the ground.

He had to admire his father's ability to take care of himself, but only to organize such a small amount of things, did he need to take out all the things in the safe?

"Jiying..."

"It's okay, you can't help with the painting." Kira Yoshikage finished sorting things and stood up and looked at his father: "It's you, if you can, please learn at least the most basic storage."

Yoshihiro Kira carefully looked at the look on his son's face, and saw that he was really not angry, then grabbed his few hair and laughed: "I know I know... I'm just used to staying outside in a hotel, and my life skills are somewhat degraded That's it...huh? What's the matter?"

——Yoshikage Kira raised her hand and grabbed Yoshihiro Kira's hand.

There is a wound on his hand.

Very... delicate wound.

Obviously, a nail-sized hole was opened, but it didn't bleed—like a small black hole.

"How did it happen?" Jiliang Jiying frowned.

This wound looks unusual.

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Stand-in messenger: Teru Asakura

Stand-in: Evil Eye

Stand-in panel——

Destructive power: C

Speed: C

Range: D

Sustainability: A