I just want to be a regular writer

Because of bad health, Hirose Sisi does not save electricity bills.

The air conditioner was turned on in the small apartment, and the warm air blowing out made itchy throat.

She only wore a thin cotton nightgown, because the blanket on her body slipped and exposed her thin legs underneath.

I don't know if it was an illusion, Chiba Yu seemed to see... Hirose Sisi moved her toes.

paralysis?

"Ah! Actually~" Hirose Sisi didn't notice the emotional change of Chiba Yu, and said as if to confide: "The first time he asked me for money, when he beat me for money, I thought about whether Kill him~"

"What happened later?" Chiba Yu asked eagerly.

——This person made almost the same plan as her, but why is this situation?

"Later I was beaten again, and then I moved out." Hirose Sisi shrugged and looked at the cemetery facing the window: "It is inconvenient to lack legs..."

036 Robbery

Sendai Metropolitan Police Department

The state is a bit bad recently.

Misaki Kirihara put down his pen, turned the computer screen to the other side, closed his eyes and calmed down.

It seems that the state is not good, but it seems inaccurate.

"Obviously I was very motivated a few days ago..."

Misaki Kirihara murmured, opened his eyes and got up.

Looking out the window for a while, she decided to walk around the office twice, which was refreshing.

Akito Tanaka passed by the door of Misaki Yokigahara's office with coffee, and glanced suspiciously inside.

'The team leader is not right recently'

As Tanaka thought, he returned with his coffee and blinked at Misaki Kirihara.

The female body found a few days ago has been identified.

The other party is the population of Sendai City, 32 years old, is a depressed painter-let's be regarded as a painter, at least her family said so.

But in fact, she didn't have any work that she took out, and the name she reported was found on the Internet...except for her own social network accounts, there is nothing special about it.

But she herself seems to be passionate and hopeful of mass production works.

Until death.

Ah, this painter is the female corpse found directly above Kira Yoshikage's apartment the other day.

Obviously at that time... Team Leader Kirihara was in good condition.

No, it's a bit too good.

Akito Tanaka held the cup and frowned slightly-after accepting the case, Team Leader Kirihara looked overpowered, as if he wanted to solve all the backlogs of the previous years in one breath.

But these two days...

Misaki Kirihara loses energy every day, as if... as if life is hopeless.

Just like today.

Akito Tanaka put down the cup and took a file from his desk and walked into Misaki Kirihara's office: "Team leader Kirihara, there is a new one here..."

"Put it on the table."

Before Tanakaki finished speaking, Misaki Kirihara waved his hand to interrupt him.

——Look, like today.

Tanaka took a quiet glance at the documents piled up on Misaki Kirihara's desk-work progress: 20%...probably none.

"By the way, what time is it now?" Misaki Kirihara asked suddenly.

"1:50."

"Huh? So early?" Misaki Kirihara looked a little disappointed, and returned to his desk to sit on his forehead and sighed: "It will be fine soon after get off work..."

Tian Zhongqiu's face was worried, and he slightly nodded and turned to leave.

——I can’t leave work on time today, Team Leader Kirihara knows clearly...

Moreover, with her work efficiency today, I am afraid that there will be no way to get off work before 0:00.

'Should not...'

Tanaka Akito looked back at Misaki Kirihara—'Is there too much pressure?'

What a boring lunch.

When Yoshikage Kira left the western restaurant, the noisy voices of Teru Asakura and Airi Endo still echoed in his ears.

The satiated hairless cat walked gracefully, and followed Kira Yoshi's shadow unhurriedly, raising its tail and swaying.

Look down at the time-the pointer points to 1:30 pm.

The changes in Airi Endo just now continued.

No, to be precise, it was the little bug on her fingertips that had been undergoing a single transformation-the abdominal cavity continued to expand.

It is like a deformed tumor hanging on the fingertips of Endo Airi.

But she didn't notice it, and occasionally raised her hand to fiddle with her hair pretentiously.

——Perhaps Wuyou is not suitable for developing in the entertainment industry without ambition and brainpower.

correct.

Ambition?

is it possible?

That kind of intangible, no real thing can also be used as nourishment?

It seems that nothing is impossible.

Jiliang Jiying looked down at hairless cats-after all, cats can write these days.