I just want to be a regular writer

To be precise, it was Asakura Teru who was speaking unilaterally, while Yoshikage Kira just listened blankly, nodding copingly from time to time.

"Kiryo-kun."

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu smiled and stepped forward with her hands behind her back and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Ah, pretty sister." Asakura Teru, with a bright face of Asaka no Ooka Shiba, waved: "I'm talking about the New Year's visit~ Brother Kira, we will be 11 o'clock in the evening..."

"At that time I was already asleep." Yoshikage Kira interrupted Asakura Teru and looked at the text page on the phone.

Kishimotojo hopes that he will stay for a while.

Well...

Think about individual excuses.

Kira Yoshikage gently clasped his fingers on the screen, and screened the appropriate reason for exit in his mind.

Asakura Teru sighed disappointedly and couldn't help complaining: "Brother Kira, are you a little baby? Now little babies are all staying up players..."

Jiliang Jiying remained indifferent.

Asakura sighed leisurely when the violent general method failed-his thigh would not play with him at all...

As he thought about it, Asakura sighed again.

In Kasumigaoka Shiba's funny eyes, Asakura Teru found a new way to pass the time-talk about gossip with her pretty sister!

"what!!------"

A scream came from the direction of the bathroom, interrupting the indifferent conversation between Asakura Teru and Kasumigaoka Shiwa.

Asakura's face turned white, and he rushed to Kiraji's shadow very honestly.

Half of his head poked out from behind Kira Yoshikage, his eyes looking toward the bathroom with an uncontrollable fear--'Just come?really!...'

Jiliang Jiying looked down at him, raised her hand and rubbed his temples.

——It's still too late.

Maybe next time you can be a little rebellious, maybe even if you leave Kishimoto City directly, you can't help him.

"If you are so curious, how about going over it?" Kira Yoshikage suggested to Asakura Teru without sincerity.

What responded to him was Asakura's head shaking like a rattle.

A scream was not enough to interrupt the banquet in the middle-the riot was gradual.

One person conveys the fear to another, and then spreads the fear more efficiently.

Until five or six minutes passed, people kept running in the direction of the bathroom.The hotel staff and editors who were squeezed into the crowd to maintain order were of no use to the strong curiosity of people.

"Always felt..."

Asakura Teru still shrank behind Kirayoshi's shadow, his face pale and whispered: "It's like'hell'."

Jiliang Jiying glanced at him, but did not answer.

Someone was lifted out of the bathroom with a pale face, and was holding the bag in the corner and vomiting. Considering the imaginable scene in the bathroom, this is a normal reaction.

There are also curious and eager unknown creators chanting "I have inspiration!" rushing to ask the editor for a computer-this belongs to people with abnormal brain circuits.

Yoshikage Kira looked down at his watch.

——The pointer points to 8:50 in the evening.

If you actively cooperate with the transcript...maybe you can get home on time.

009 Uninvited Guest

The body was found in the powder room compartment next to the ladies' hygiene.

The compartments in the dressing room seldom come in handy on weekdays, they are just a place for ladies to organize their clothes.

The victim had a companion who went with her. When the companion was applying makeup, she entered the compartment to adjust the underwear under the work clothes-her death did not make any trembling wailing.

Even, the lady who was with me was still wearing lipstick on the front feet, talking to her with a smile, and smelled a strong, disgusting bloody smell on the back feet—the lady didn’t know that the smell came from a lot The blood just complained a few words about the unpleasant smell.

When I turned around to urge, I found a lot of blood leaking under the crack of the compartment door.

Then, there was a scream that everyone outside could hear.

"Are you sure there was no one in the cubicle before she went in?" Misaki Kirihara frowned and asked the lady.

The lady's face was pale, her hands and feet trembling uncontrollably while sitting on the chair.

Misaki Kirihara's words were too rude to her.

Her eyes widened, there was no light in her dry eyes, but a surprised and angry expression: "What do you mean? If there are people in the cubicle, who will go in and change clothes?! Or... "

She stood up awkwardly, shaking because of her soft legs.After barely standing firm, he asked: "Or do you think I lied?!"

"Please don't get excited, I didn't mean it."

Misaki Kirihara shook his head and motioned to his colleague for the next stage of inquiry.

——Of course she knows that normal people will not enter the cubicle with people.

just...

If there is no one inside, how did the person die?

This is simply impossible!

Could it be that the victim cut himself in the middle?!

absurd!

But such a ridiculous thing is already the fifth in a month.

In the process of handling this case, Misaki Kirihara often felt that he might need to consult those so-called "civil masters"-but this is even more absurd. Even if it is really a grievance, the court will not Will admit this result, and the Metropolitan Police Department cannot close the case on this ground.

She looked down at the time, slowly rubbing her fingers on the corner of her forehead, sighing silently.

There are many things to do, and there is no time to feel tired.

Misaki Kirihara quickly sorted his thoughts and looked up at Kira Yoshikage who was standing in the rest area not far away and talking to his companion.

Really...