I just want to be a regular writer

Even in the city, it will stop early.

But there are always some places that need to be turned around 24 hours a day-for example... the Metropolitan Police Department.

A woman covered in blood stumbled into the Metropolitan Police Department, clutching her neck, and fell to the ground amidst the dazed expression of the police officer on duty: "Help...help me!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Call an ambulance! Take someone to the infirmary first!"

The police officers on duty responded quickly, and quickly responded to the sudden situation in front of them as they should in their positions.

The Metropolitan Police Department became lively.

Vicious wounding cases.

——No, strictly speaking... it was an attempted murder.

The woman sat in the infirmary, letting the police officers help with the wound with a dull face.

"Fortunately, the wound is not deep, but there are too many. Be careful not to touch the water when you go back."

The police officer said, smiling at the woman with relief.

He patted the woman's bloody hand, and he took the door out.

——Now, we should first understand the case.

and so...

The only one in the world who works overtime every day is the most pitiful!

Misaki Kirihara thought about it and asked softly, "What happened?" She carefully observed the woman's expression, worried that the memory of being hurt by others would cause the woman to overreact.

The woman did not immediately respond to Misaki Kirihara.

She stared at the ground blankly, as if she could not return to reality.

Until about 5 minutes passed, the woman suddenly returned to her senses-she grabbed Misaki Kirihara's hand.

"You save me! You must save me!"

Tears flowed from her eyes, dispelling the blood that had been almost dried up on her face.

'It must be something terrible'

Misaki Kirihara sighed in his heart and shook the woman's hand back forcefully: "Relax, our duty is to protect the citizens."

It seemed that the strength of the hand made the woman feel at ease, and Misaki Kirihara was slightly relieved to see the helplessness on the woman's face.

After taking a few deep breaths, the woman's mood looked better.

It's just a few.

She let go of Kirihara Misaki's hand, shaking hands took out a bunch of photos from her bag: "I..."

The woman was a little hard to say about the next words.

"Well, I'm listening. You speak slowly."

Misaki Kirihara smiled friendly at the woman and looked down at the photo.

——That is nearly a hundred photos.

At a glance, 90% of them are indoors as the background-a candid perspective.

The protagonist in the photo is the woman in front of him.

And the rest...

It's a man-a strange man.

"I was being followed...no! Not being followed!" The woman panicked again when she said about it.

She stared at Misaki Kirihara, her helplessness in her eyes like a raging tide: "It's a pervert! He...he wants to kill me! He wants to marry, no! He just wants to kill me!"

"You speak slowly."

"He, he has been following me six months ago...Recently, he started to send me photos, add my line to send me his... private photos." The woman said, panicking and took out her phone from her bag. .

But as soon as she unlocked, she put her hand down again: "...I'm so stupid, I deleted him...photos...chat history...evidence, all gone."

Misaki Kirihara listened carefully, picked up the photos of the men and looked at it carefully.

Then she asked: "Is this the one who followed you?"

"...Yes."

"Why do you have a picture of him?"

"...He sent it to me, saying that...want to let me remember his face before the formal meeting." The woman said, breathing quickly again: "He still wrote to me He knows that I work at home and often send supper in the middle of the night. If... if I throw things away, he will throw dead stray cats and dogs at my door the next day! He is warning me!"

"Today...today he finally came to kill me! Because...because I said to call the police! I, I'm so stupid! So stupid!" The woman hugged her head in pain, "If it weren't for me to pretend to be submissive... ...."

Misaki Kirihara stared at the man in the photo for a while, then turned the photo over.

If these things are considered "faith"...

She stared at the filthy words for a while, and finally fell on the signature of "Faith"-Setohara.

Chapter 019: Peace of Mind (1/4)

"Ah, that kid..."

The nurse lowered her head and thought for a while, showing a puzzled look, raising her hand and gesticulating: "Is it about this high, with the watermelon head, and the one running around wearing overalls?"

Jiliang Jiying held a remote control car in his hand and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I often come with his mother."

"For that child... Grandma lives in the ward on the third floor. I remember... it seems to be Yoshida?"

The nurse looked up and smiled friendly at Jiliang Jiying, "Wait a moment, I'll help you see which ward it is."

"it is good."

Seeing the nurse looking down and inquiring, Kira Yoshiage narrowed her eyes.

——Still...very unreasonable.

This is often the case recently.