I just want to be a regular writer

She nodded slightly, pursed her lips and sat in the back seat of the car.Faced with Aoba Hitomi's squinting eyes and looking at her, the anxiety on her face was even worse-it always felt... as if she was asking for help from the wrong person.

"May I know the name of that gentleman now?"

Misaki Kirihara started the car and drove towards the tea room of the destination.

Hitomi Aoba opened her mouth and glanced at the girl beside her.

"Wait a minute, I'll see each other soon, right?"

The voice fell, and the car fell silent.

In the small carriage, only the anxiety lingering around the girl's body is almost concrete, affecting everyone-not too far away, they quickly reached their destination.

In order to comply with Hitomi Aoba's request for "absolute secrecy," Misaki Kirihara was bleeding heavily.

She looked up at the tea room in front of her, and sighed at the thought of her savings balance - I wonder if the Metropolitan Police Department will reimburse this consumption...

Shaking his head to dispel his untimely thoughts, Misaki Kirihara handed the car keys to the boy, and then followed the waiter who came forward to greet him with a smile.

"This beautiful lady, can you tell me your phone number?"

Before walking in a few steps, Misaki Kirihara heard a very pleasant voice.

It's a pity that the owner of the voice said nothing.

She squinted to see that it was a man with red hair and blue eyes.

The man has a good face, the deep eye sockets under the brow bones are a little melancholy under the delicate light and shadow of the tea room-but he doesn't look very melancholy, and his green eyes are smiling at the flushed waiter in front of him.

Scum.

Misaki Kirihara curled his lips and continued walking inside.

Fernando was always paying attention to the people passing by, and after glancing at the speechlessness on Aoba Hitomi's face, he immediately raised his hand with a bright smile: "Ah~ Aoba!"

Misaki Kirihara suddenly turned his head to look at Hitomi Aoba.

Emphasize...

Aoba Hitomi's vision is very poor.

But even so, she could imagine what Misaki Kirihara was like at the moment.

She smiled awkwardly at Kirihara Misaki, and said with inexplicable shame: "This is..."

"Fernando."

Fernando smiled and stretched out his hand to Misaki Kirihara.

He is a lot taller than Misaki Kirihara, and he needs to lower his head to look at Misaki Kirihara.

"I often hear Aoba talk about you, but I didn't expect it to be a woman who looks very sassy~" Fernando had a spring-like smile on his face, "I knew this was the case, I should go to the Metropolitan Police Department to take over~"

Misaki Kirihara jumped with blue veins on his forehead.

——To be honest, she wants to beat Fernando right now.

Although the smile on his face is very decent, even his temperament has the meaning that one can't help but want to be close.

but!

Is he a cowboy?

Misaki Kirihara turned his head to confirm with Hitomi Aoba: "It's really him?"

Aoba Hitomi nodded hard: "...Yes."

"...Ok."

Misaki Kirihara sighed, shook Fernando's hand back, and said dryly: "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Fernando."

"I'm also very happy to see Officer Kirihara." Fernando said with a smile, released his hand and waved to the waiter just now, turned and walked to the box.

He noticed the girl behind Misaki Kirihara.

The girl seemed to be only about 15 years old, her head bowed and her fists clenched, her whole body exuding an aura of anxiety.

this...

Probably the person Aoba Hitomi was "possessed by evil spirits"?

Fernando sat cross-legged on the cushion, raised his hand to support his chin and smiled: "What is the thing to say?'Evil spirits'?"

Misaki Kirihara looked at him somewhat unexpectedly.

She thought... Judging from the conversation we met for the first time, this person should still say something awkward before entering the topic.Unexpectedly, it was simply unexpected. Maybe it was wrong to speculate that a person was really wrong with the first impression.

"She's Nana Kawakami, and it's hard to tell the specifics."

Misaki Kirihara glanced at the girl and comforted her in a low voice.

The young girl named Nana Kawakami did not get better because of these weak comforts, and she was still uneasy.After a little hesitation, she took a deep breath and slightly raised her hand.

No one saw it. Behind the girl, a small light brown marionette appeared.

The eyes of the puppet were glowing red, and the corners of the mouth were very large, like a suspenseful, trembling weird in a horror movie.

The teacup on the table moved.

In the beginning, it was only inaudible, only a few inches of movement.

Nana Kawakami looked up with a look of horror and turned to look at Misaki Kirihara, and then she looked back at Fernando.

Fernando put away the humorous expression on his face and smiled comfortingly at her.

There was encouragement in his smile, even if the encouragement was minimal for Nana Kawakami, but at least he did not show the look that looked at the monster.

The teacup on the table moved again.

This time, the teacup moved from Nana Kawakami to Fernando.

Fernando put his hand on the table and hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and took a sip of the cup.

"You have worked very hard, relax." He smiled and finished speaking to Nana Kawakami, lowering his voice more gently.

It is not difficult to see that Nana Kawakami was already terrified-by herself.

"When did it start?" Fernando asked softly.