I just want to be a regular writer

Jiliang Jiying stood downstairs for a while and walked in.

Since Aiharamatsu is going to sign a contract... then I am afraid that a sufficiently formal place is needed, and his house will definitely not work.

High-end apartment buildings have access control systems that are reassuring but annoying to visitors.

Kira Yoshikage paused for a while before the doorbell, then raised his hand.

——It is also convenient.

He obviously didn't know which room Aiharamatsu lived in, but his finger automatically input-1208.

The doorbell rang because of the less tasteful "To Alice" due to overuse.

-No one answered.

Kira Yoshikage raised his hand to input again—this time, he inputted it from his own consciousness.

Repeated three times, Aihara Matsu, who was connected to the doorbell, did not respond.

This is not the attitude of "making" people.

Yoshikage Kira took out his cell phone and dialed Aihara Matsu's number, but there was no change-no one answered.

Kira Yoshikage raised her eyebrows slightly, then turned to look at the guard.

"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Aihara in Room 1208." Kira Yoshikage has a relaxing and kind smile on his face: "Can you please contact him for me? He said he is waiting for me at home, but I will contact you now Not him anymore."

The guard opened the small window and looked at Yoshikage Kira.

His gaze scanned Kira Yoshikage's face and dress with a due diligence, and then smiled and nodded: "Please wait, I'll contact the floor butler."

"Ok."

Kira Yoshikage stood outside the guard, and was not impatient to be missed.

——Matsu Aihara wants to see him, so he doesn't have to worry about losing his purpose.

unless...

Aihara Matsu is dead~

Ah, how is it possible.

Yoshikage Kira laughed at his sudden guess, took out his cell phone and looked at Aihara Matsu's number.

The front hall of the high-end apartment is full of extravagance, although it looks a little rustic to Kira Yoshikage, it has a mirror.

He looked at himself in the mirror and... the words on his body, smiled and shook his head.

——What if he has to passively sign the transfer contract of the adaptation right?

Without a witness... As long as Aiharamatsu disappears and the contract is destroyed, everything will return to the original point.

Aihara Song suffered heavy losses.

......

The butler on the 12th floor of the high-end apartment received the call from the guard's room and immediately came to Room 1208.

His job is very cumbersome, he is responsible for recording the requirements of all residents on the floor and fulfilling them.

Occasionally, it is necessary to help open the door when the resident forgets to bring the key, and always pay attention to whether the elderly resident is active to ensure that they will not die alone at home, even if the arrogant resident gives him the garbage sorting matter, There is no alternative.

But this job is generally idle.

If he remembers correctly, none of the 1208 residents had ever gone out today.

The floor butler rang the doorbell and waited for a while at the door.After finding that no one responded, the residents in Room 1208 were not very nice people, some were defiant, and they seemed to have a habit of drinking from the garbage thrown out.

Will it...

No, no, it’s not a TV show, drunk and injured or something...

Despite this thought, he still knocked on the door of room 1208 uneasy-if someone died, he would be angry.

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When I just returned to work, I always work from home. I sleep for a while and get up to deal with work. Then I start updating orz in the afternoon

Chapter 022 Refill (?) Survival (?) (1/4)

"Boom boom boom!"

The door of Room 1208 was knocked quickly.

"Sir! Are you at home? Sir?"

The floor butler no longer whispers as softly as usual. He is worried about the extremely unlikely accident, and he is afraid that Aihara Matsu will only wake up from a nap to blame, and there is a panic in his voice.

"Damn..."

Asakura Teru took a baseball bat that he never knew which kid had grabbed on the road, and dragged Aihara Matsu's heavy body in despair.

Don't ask how he got up.

The question is, just use the "evil eyes" to observe which of the buildings in this building is only guarded by the kid at home, and then ring the doorbell and say that the pizza and fried chicken are coming.

The problem now is--

"The dog looks like a stick, why is it so heavy?"

Asakura Teru complained, and his eyebrows were slightly lowered, rather uncomfortable.

He really, really hates emergencies!

This means that everything needs temporary planning-Asakura swears!He doesn't have the brain to consider so many things at the same time.

If the situation is not so urgent, he doesn't need to sacrifice his beloved co-branded baseball cap and scarf to avoid surveillance-he can buy a cheap one on the street.

wait.

Baseball caps and scarves seem to be trivial matters.

The most important thing is!!!

Thinking of this, Asakura Teru raised his foot and kicked Aihara Matsu.

The most important thing is!——'It's just too bad to fall into using a baseball bat to make a maniac... it hurts me and my evil purpose!'