I just want to be a regular writer

Yoshikage Kira lowered his head and laughed, "Miss Fukada has a good memory."

"wrong."

Risa Fukada raised her index finger and dangled it in front of Kira Yoshiage's eyes, her eyes filled with smiles: "It's Risa."

"...Crack,"

"Crack,"

"Crack,"

......

There was a small voice coming right after Risa Fukada's words-a slight sound like something colliding with each other.

It was too subtle, and if it wasn't careful enough, it would easily be overshadowed by the noise coming from outside during the day.

Yoshikage Kira leaned over to reach the cup on the coffee table, and looked sideways in the direction of the sound-it was Risa Fukada, her left thumb nail was gently pressing the ring on her index finger.

It looks like a habitual, unconscious behavior.

But soon, Jiliang Jiying stopped thinking that way.

He looked up at Risa Fukada, and the woman still had the right smile on her face, as if she wanted to make a relationship with her childhood acquaintances and neighbors as soon as possible.But her left thumb on the other side was picking the ring on her index finger.

It's picking.

Risa Fukada's trimmed thumb nail was inserted into the gap between the index finger and the ring, and she was digging outward.

Still the same as before, following a certain rhythm.

Tiny, red blood oozes between her thumb.

She seemed to feel no pain.

"Ah, it's all this time." Risa Fukada suddenly raised her hand and looked at her watch.

At the same time, she also noticed her bloody thumb fingers, "Here again..." There was chagrin in her eyes, and she smiled helplessly at Kira Yoshikage's gaze: "Don't worry, I'm not a weird person. , It’s just a bad habit."

Risa Fukada smiled and waved her left hand, "It's like someone likes to bite their nails, my words...sometimes I pick my fingers subconsciously. Now it seems..." She looked at her hand: "It seems like wearing a ring It's no use."

"I have to go." Risa Fukada smiled and stood up.

Yoshikage Kira breathed a sigh of relief.

——To be honest, he was worried that the blood on Risa Fukada's hands would stain his fabric sofa.

"So early?" Yoshikage Kira followed up, "Miss Fukada hasn't been here long, right?"

It's great to be able to take the initiative to leave so soon-Kira Yoshikage thought, smiling more kindly than before.

"Huh? Not really~"

Risa Fukada smiled and turned back: "I have been here for a while, and my uncle has been chatting with me before."

She didn't seem to care that Yoshikage hadn't changed her name, but smiled and said, "Although I would like to chat with Yoshikage for a while, but..." Risa Fukada shrugged slightly: "I have a puppy, and it's time to take it out for a walk~"

"That's it." Kira Yoshikage replied casually, "I will send you off."

"Thank you."

......

Watching Risa Fukada leave, Yoshikage Kira returned to the living room.

He still has some things to care about, but before that...

Kira Yoshikage raised his hand and brushed the sofa cushion, then lowered his head to take a closer look.It was not until he was sure that there was not even a little blood from Risa Fukada's fingertips on the sofa, and he withdrew his eyes with satisfaction.

The hairless cat walked out of the room with its tail wagging, and lightly jumped onto Kira Yoshikage's lap.

"Meow~"

It yelled lazily, and after a while it started to doze.

Kira Yoshikage slid his chin and ignored it, just thinking about Tachibana's blog.

There are a few questions here-

Tachibana Bowen ran out of the hospital by himself and escaped surveillance. In other words... he and the murderer definitely knew each other, in other words, he fell into the trap.

But why did the murderer set the location of the body to be thrown in Duwang Town-the murderer also lived here?Or... the murderer knew that there was a conflict between Yoshikage Kira and Bowen Tachibana?Want to find a substitute?

"Ok?"

Jiliang Jiying recovered, pondered for a moment and shook his head in annoyance-too much, and decided to keep this holiday peaceful tomorrow morning...

"clatter."

Jiliang Jiying's nails hit the surface of the coffee table, making a crisp sound.

The hairless cat, who closed his eyes and dozed off, was awakened, jumped off Kira Yoshikage's legs, licked his front legs, and left.

"Boom! Boom!"

"boom!"

As the hand with the glove shook continuously, the sandbag hanging in the center of the room swayed continuously.

Whenever he was about to return to his original position, he was punched out again.

"Boom boom!"

"boom!----"

The sandbag is quite old. After experiencing constant blows, a big hole was finally broken, the sand wrapped in it poured out, and dust was raised in the small room.

Risa Fukada dropped her hands without moving, and stared at the shriveled hole in the middle of the sandbag with emotionless eyes, as if there was something very attractive to her.

——In fact, there is nothing in the sandbag except sand.

She took a few breaths, raised her hand to bite the Velcro on the end of the glove, and threw the glove to the ground.

Her puppy was already very hungry. Seeing the owner was free, he whimpered and walked to her feet and rubbed her calf.

——Said it is a "puppy", but it is actually a pretty shepherd dog.

Risa Fukada glanced down at it, and quickly looked away.