I just want to be a regular writer

Putting on her shoes at the entrance, Risa Fukada stared at the corner of the entrance for a moment of contemplation, and raised her hand to tear open the wallpaper above—the scorched, past history finally reappeared—in this way, it seemed...I can’t go back. of.

'Eat to eat'

She crumpled up the broken wallpaper and threw it on the ground, picked up the key and carried it out.

That night

Jiliang Jiyingduan sat on the sofa, watched the TV variety show optional with the remote control, and followed the vulgar jokes that were not funny.

The time now is 8:15 in the evening.

"So that kid died?"

Sometimes, Jiliang Jiying had to marvel at his father's reflection arc—how many hours have passed?Why are you asking now?

Jiliang Jiying responded, thinking about it and suggesting: "The body will be thrown at the garbage collection point near our house. If you are interested, you can go to see it tomorrow morning. If you are lucky, maybe the cordon has not been removed."

"...No more."

Kira Yoshihiro curled his lips-he was not interested in things like the crime scene, let alone a place where the body was thrown.

He was just impatient.

The death of an insignificant little devil actually allowed his son to be interrogated. It's really...unreasonable!

Yoshikage Kira threw the remote control back to his father.

Sure enough, TV shows are still not attractive to him, watching this kind of things... he would rather go back to the room where he lived upstairs when he was a child to see the imitation of Mona Lisa—that's his interest enlightenment.

But now the focus is not on Mona Lisa, but on Tachibana blog post.

Jiliang Jiying walked to the kitchen with a water glass, looking down and thinking about the clues he had about Tachibana's blog post.

What a pity, there is nothing to call a clue.

apart from......

That artificial eye.

Tachibana Bowen seems to have said that it’s not his sister’s artificial eye?

I don't know if this is a clue.

Ah, yes.

Maybe we can tell Misaki Kirihara about this matter-the police officer who really worked hard.

The doorbell rang.

"I'll open the door."

Kira Yoshikage waved to his father, who was wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat, and walked to the hallway.

Glancing in the cat's eyes, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

It's an unexpected person.

Yoshikage Kira raised his hand to open the door, looking at a man and a woman outside the door: "Miss Xiaolin, Mr. Wenger."

"Hey, don't be so polite." Wenger smiled and waved his hand. "Mister or miss, we are not used to it, just call the name."

He handed the bag in his hand to Kira Yoshikage, and put his hand on Kobayashi Ting's shoulders in a haughty manner: "Although I don't know if it will be useful, we have found this for now... Hey!" Halfway through, there was a strange cry.

Looking down, the heel of the high-heeled shoes that Xiaolin listened to was stepping on the upper of Wenger's shoe, and he was very unceremoniously crushed: "Heavi."

Wenger retracted his hand in a slanderous manner, and smiled awkwardly at Jiliang Jiying: "Anyway, on this matter, we are back!"

With that, he pulled Xiaolin and turned around neatly and left.

Walking to the entrance of the yard, Wenger did not forget that he had consulted and suggested to Xiaolin: "Then what... Give some face next time..."

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Orz woke up temporarily without sleeping for two hours yesterday, which directly led to the fact that I couldn't get up last night. I was a little confused in the afternoon and deleted the code until now. Sorry.

Chapter 022 Sister, Walnut and Puppy

An apartment in Sendai City

After washing, the woman opened the small refrigerator in the room with skin care products and carefully selected the mask with a serious look.

Considering that she was dealing with a corpse yesterday that made her unpleasant and could not even leave a souvenir, she decided to put on a cleansing mask-ah, it seems that even a cleansing mask cannot clean her disgusting heart.

She took the mask back to the bathroom, applied a creamy mask to the mirror, washed her hands carefully after finishing, and then went to the living room.

Orange Bowen's backpack is still here.

Having nothing to do, the woman opened his bag.

——There is nothing remarkable in it, except for the tens of thousands of yen in cash, only a bottle of Coke and a small gift box.

'gift?'

The woman shrugged and opened the gift box.

Inside is an obsidian, shining black in the bright light of the living room.

Ok?

Black shining?

The woman was amused by her description. After thinking about it, she threw the obsidian into the trash can with the gift box at will. Although it is not bad to leave it as a souvenir, but...there is no place to put it in the house.

She raised her head and glanced at the time—the time now is five minutes to seven at night.

It's almost the appointed time.

The woman went to the kitchen to pour two cups of hot water and put them on the coffee table.

Staring at the water glass carefully for a moment, she raised her hand to move the position of the water glass-well, this is more pleasing to the eye.

The doorbell rang in due course.

She raised her eyes to the wall clock-7 o'clock.

She likes punctual children.