I just want to be a regular writer

Of course, this story may only be a distraction-something that has shortcomings enough to demonstrate.

Stopping his thoughts, Jiliang Jiying frowned and wanted to read the post on the screen.

The post is called——Eye of Truth

It’s a title that makes people want to click.

He looked down at the content of the post—a large piece of nonsense above, which recorded a not terrifying little story—a little story about eyes.

The protagonist of the story is a young girl named Hyuga. The poster did not give Hyuga's name, but left a surname cryptically.

The girl named Hyuga has a pair of beautiful black pupils, which seem to be indescribably beautiful, so that she often encounters people who covet those black pupils while growing up.But her eyes are not just beautiful—she can see the "human heart"—that may be a bit paradoxical, but it is indeed written in the story.

Hyuga's eyes can clearly distinguish between "good" and "evil", which allows her to repeatedly escape danger.

But after all, she is a girl who has no power to bind a chicken, even if she sees good and evil in advance, she cannot resist absolute power.Finally-one night when the girl was 17 years old, she disappeared.

On the 7th day after she disappeared, her parents saw a pair of eyes in her room.

Obviously the eyes have lost their vital functions, but the face of a strange man was reflected in those eyes.

A crazy private investigator used this as a guide, searching hard in the vast sea of ​​people-he found the strange man, and in the backyard of the new house of the strange man's house, the private investigator excavated a highly corrupt body.

——Hinata.

The eyes of the corpse were gone.

The story ends here. The poster didn't say whether the eyes that appeared in Hyuga's room belonged to her, but if you think about it along the way, it's definitely not wrong.

Jiliang Jiying squeezed his forehead and sighed and put the phone on the coffee table.

Look up at the wall clock hanging on the wall-the pointer points to 4:20 in the afternoon.

Probably in a while, the father who would go out for a walk every afternoon should also be back.

Then it's preparing dinner and washing up-ending the day with a tedious but steady pace.

So now--

Jiliang Jiying leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes, thinking about the last paragraph of the post.

Just like every urban legend, it will tell the viewer what to do to meet the protagonist in the story-this post is no exception.

The poster is conclusive.

Just follow the ritual in the post and the summoner will get Hyuga's eyes.

——This is risky.

The selected person will get the eyes of Hyuga to see "good" and "evil" clearly.Those who are not selected... will suffer misfortune-the poster did not say what the so-called "unfortunate" is.

'Will anyone try the ceremony?'

Kira Yoshikage still closed his eyes, tapping gently on the belt buckle with his fingers folded on his abdomen.

should...

There will be.

There will always be people who are curious to try, and there will always be people who stubbornly believe that they will definitely be "chosen."

So, what is their ending?

Chapter 040 The same progress (on, 2/4)

Metropolitan Police Department

"...It feels a little strange, I'm hanging up first, and the meeting is about to begin."

Kanno leaned against the wall of the corridor with his mobile phone and whispered.

"Strange? Why?"

In the earpiece, Lilith's voice on April 1st.

If you listen carefully, Kanno can still hear the curse of Asakura Teru's game failure on the phone.

"Just feel."

Keno glanced towards the conference room and frowned: "The only people involved in the case in the Metropolitan Police Department are Ken Sugano and Misaki Kirihara. The rest...except for the two people in the Tokyo headquarters, they are all foreigners. There is also a simultaneous interpretation."

"Foreigner?"

"Yeah." Ken Kanno pondered for a moment, and there was a bad feeling in his heart-but it would be ridiculous for this kind of feeling to appear on him-he can be any person, feel this kind of thing... if you believe it too much If you do, I’m afraid it will split your personality, right?

Ok?

Does he... have such a thing as "personality"?

"Sugano! I'm leaving you!" Misaki Kirihara poked out from the door of the meeting room, frowning and calling him.

Ken Kanno nodded at her and walked to the conference room: "Don't say anything, I'll hang up."

He hung up the phone and walked into the conference room, glanced over the people present, and then took a seat next to Misaki Kirihara.

"Call your girlfriend?" Misaki Kirihara asked in a low voice.

Kanno was stunned for a moment-the ghost knew whether Kanno had a girlfriend.

In response, he just showed a subtle, noncommittal smile.

Misaki Kirihara glanced at him, shook his head and stopped talking.

The central person at the meeting was not from the Sendai Metropolitan Police Department, or even... not anyone present.

With the lights off in the large conference room, only the front projection screen was put down—the screen was a video call being connected—the other party did not turn on the camera.

"Everyone should get the information about the half-cut case. We will not repeat it here, and we will go directly to the topic."

An obviously processed and slightly mechanized voice came from the audio: "My Japanese is not very good. For the rigor and accuracy of the narrative and presumption of the case, I will use the language I usually use. Translated words , Just leave it to Miss Qingye. She has worked with us countless times. Please believe what she conveys."

Keno Kanno's eyes fell on the woman sitting in front of the computer.

The woman looked mediocre, wearing a pair of high-powered glasses, struggling to squint at each other in the meeting room, and then smiled cramped: "Hello, my name is Hitomi Aoba. In the task force During the investigation, I will be responsible for the simultaneous interpretation and the handover of case-related materials."

The people on the video side seemed impatient with such meaningless greetings and self-introduction.

Aoba Hitomi's voice fell, and the indistinguishable voice of men and women in the speaker came out again.