I just want to be a regular writer

If you don't delve into her past, she looks almost normal and ordinary.

"We followed her for a few days." After hearing the key content collected over the past few days in his mind, Xiao Lin raised his hand and gestured: "This person is normal, he did not act out of line, and did not interact with other strange people. contact."

"In other words, she doesn't have any friends." Xiaolin frowned and continued to report: "We can't find her home either. It has been several days. We followed her to the residential area east of Duwang Town. Then I lost it."

"What do you mean?" Sasaki Azusa's face was surprised.

——It is not surprising to say that Fernando was lost, but a college student was lost?

Xiaolin sounded annoyed: "They are all in the same alley. The day before yesterday, I tried to arrange someone to guard the corner in advance, but... I didn't see her."

"It just... disappeared as soon as I turned a corner." After listening to the explanation, Xiao Lin lowered his eyes and stopped talking-she also understood that it might not be because they couldn't make it home, but that the person had a problem.

"So..."

Sasaki Azusa responded when he heard the words, and bowed his head in thought.

Then, she thought of a few unfavourable possibilities—maybe Ando Saki was a stand-in messenger, or maybe...the things that shouldn't exist are not just things, but...people.

Regardless of the result, the conclusions drawn are not so wonderful.

——Especially if Ando Saki is indeed a "non-existent person", it means that those "non-existent things" are not some kind of regular changes, but very directional... are targeting her friends.

Sasaki Azusa shook his head and said softly, "Tomorrow, about Lilith and Kira-kun have afternoon tea. By the way, tomorrow..."

Correct.

They do have a class tomorrow, in the morning.

——'Ah, you have to ask the boss for a leave.'

As Sasaki Azusa thought, she got up and prepared to leave-tomorrow, she wanted to see Ando Saki.

When Kirajikage returned home, a burnt smell was already coming from the kitchen.

Thinking that his father actually cooked the food himself, Kira Yoshikage, who is not picky about eating, also felt that the next scene would be a bit of a headache.

He took off his jacket and hung it up and walked into the kitchen.

"Um... coming back."

Old Mr. Yoshihiro Yoshihiro turned his head and looked at his son up and down. After he was sure he was fine, he asked, "What did the police say?"

"I made a transcript and returned."

Jiliang Jiying glanced at the food on the table and rubbed her temples with a headache: "The murderer was not found."

"Hey... I can't rush for this kind of thing. Sit down and eat."

Yoshihiro Yoshihiro said with a smile, "It's been a long time since I started cooking. It looks pretty good today."

"..."

——Perhaps my father’s good is that the saury is not burnt even though it was grilled in pieces?

Forget it, from another point of view this is a...very powerful thing.

"correct."

Kira Yoshihiro came over with the soup, frowned and said, "Is the clock in your room newly bought?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

The original wall clock was broken by the cat grass, Kira Yoshikage has not yet figured out why the cat grass did it.

Yoshihiro Kira waved his hand, "No, that clock is broken. Go back and buy another one."

"Ok?"

"You didn't find it?" Kira Yoshihiro was a little surprised.

It stands to reason that his son shouldn't have discovered this obvious problem-he glanced at Kira Yoshikage with some worry and explained, "That clock, it's... it goes backwards."

Jiliang Jiying frowned.

——He remembered the time when the TV outside the restaurant went down at the dinner.

Putting down his chopsticks, Jiliang Jiying said solemnly: "I'll take a look."

He walked quickly to his bedroom, and paused between entering the bedroom.

After thinking about it, Kira Yoshikage stood at the distance from the door and looked up at the wall.

The wall clock hangs above his desk, directly opposite the bed. No matter what he is doing, he can see the time as soon as he looks up.

He looked into the dimly lit room, frowning from start to finish.

——Accounting is indeed going backwards, pointing to 12:40 absurdly at the moment.

but now...

It was 7:30 in the evening.

Kira Yoshikage checked the time displayed on his watch, and raised his eyes to see the wall clock continue to move backwards.

After only a moment of silence, he took out his phone and turned on the video mode.

--the same as last time.

Jiliang Jiying looked down at the video just recorded on the phone, desperately sighing sadly.

The time in the video is normal, and the pointer points to 7:30 very accurately, without the slightest deviation.

and so......

He raised his head and looked at the wall clock, with a secret depression in his heart.

——Why is this counting down?

Of course no one will give Jiliang Jiying the answer.

What Kira Yoshikage can do at this moment is to keep this matter in mind and try to find the connection between "time" and those "surplus people and things".

But it's a shame.

No bridge can build the connection between them.

He raised his foot into the room, raised his hand to sort out the picture frames and books on the table that had been kicked by the hairless cat, and looked up at the wall clock again.