I just want to be a regular writer

"Eh?!"

Nana Kawakami's eyes widened, and subconsciously turned to look at the marionette.

With this sound, the boy and the hostess who were facing the door finally saw her.

She was a little embarrassed, after all, standing and watching the play in this situation seemed a bit bad to others.

The boy and the hostess smiled, Nana Kawakami walked into the elevator just arrived pale.

She saw herself in the exquisitely decorated mirror in the elevator, and asked herself: "I... robbed him of his intelligence?"

Nana Kawakami couldn't get the answer.

She turned her head in a little horror, and looked at the marionette beside her: "You took his cleverness away?!"

"No~"

The marionette responded with a smile.

When Nana Kawakami breathed a sigh of relief, it smiled and added: "It's his bad luck, too unlucky~" The smile on the puppet's face became more and more weird, the hollow, button-made eyes for some reason. Bewitched: "Nana wants to be smart~'smart'... can't be'born' for no reason~"

"......I..."

"Nana has also benefited~"

At this moment, no one can distinguish between Nana Kawakami and the marionette who is the master and the slave-no!Obviously, the marionette at this moment is standing in the upper hand, looking down and seducing Kawakami Nana.

"It has nothing to do with Nana~"

The marionette let out a penetrating laugh: "It's because he didn't protect himself from his'smartness'..."

Nana Kawakami could not understand.

The good mood earlier was swept away by the sudden news. She walked out of the elevator in a daze and walked on the noisy street at night.

'So... my smartness is not because I am working hard in my dream?'

Nana Kawakami asked herself, and was strongly condemned in her heart--'So...I stole the good grades?'

She was born in such a good family, and almost anything she wants, as long as it is not too demanding, will be satisfied-she never knows what kind of mentality it is to "steal", but only thinks what she wants will be Have.

But now...

Nana Kawakami turned her head to look at the crowds on the street.

She is immature and not very rational, but she knows well-in this world, apart from the advantages of birth, everything that everyone gets is obtained by hard work and ambition.

But now she is empty and ambitious, and the so-called hard work is nothing more than a request for nothing in a dream.

but...

Think carefully.

——No, I can’t think about it!

Nana Kawakami spied a terrifying future from the flash of thought that popped up in her mind. She turned her head and tried to refute the marionette, hoping that it would never appear again in the future!

But she saw a beautiful girl who had passed her by.

'It's so beautiful...'

Nana Kawakami couldn't help being amazed and envied.

"Does Nana want it?" The marionette asked with a smile, "'Pretty'...you can also get it~"

"Eh?"

"As long as..." The puppet's voice is very vague, and suddenly it aggravates the bewilderment in it: "Just... change your face in a dream~ It won't hurt~"

"..."

Nana Kawakami had to admit that her heart was moved-at this moment, she realized that perhaps there was nothing she could not ask for in this world.

"I..."

"Nana is not wrong~" The marionette said with a smile, and the arc of the corner of the mouth expanded again, and it was raised up almost to the ear: "I did it...Nana...I am a victim!"

Nana Kawakami was a little dizzy, but her gaze never looked away from the beautiful girl for a moment - "It seems... it's really not my fault?'

Nana Kawakami persuades herself, but feels that there seems to be something wrong with this thought.

It wasn't until the girl disappeared from her sight that Nana Kawakami squatted down like a waking dream, gasping for breath according to the position of her heart.

On the other side, the beautiful girl who was amazed by Nana Kawakami leaned against the wall in the alley, frowning slightly-girl, it was Lilith on April 1st-the conscience of heaven and earth!The dessert shop I ate just now is too delicious!

Ah, now is not the time to think about this.

She stood against the wall in the alley for a while, poking her head out to look at the girl who had been staring at her--someone she didn't know.

Xu is "professional" reason, and Lilith is always keen on April 1st.The girl who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen, was looking at her with a very unpleasant, greedy look just now - that look was substantial, as if a disgusting tongue was licking her soul.

"Tsk!"

On April 1st, Lilith saw the double beside the girl, frowned and dialed Asakura's code number.

"Ahui, help me see someone." Lilith said on April 1, her gaze fell on the girl from beginning to end: "I'm in the alley next to the sunshine building, I might... find a drawing by Qi Chuanchun , One of the stand-in messengers."

From the girl’s face, it’s not difficult for Lilith on April 1st to see that the girl has obviously not fully accepted her stand-in—I don’t know what kind of stand-in, what kind of abilities, and... why use it Looked at her with such a look.

"Well, I've been'staring' at her for the time being these days, I think..." On April 1, Lilith frowned in disgust when she remembered the girl's gaze on her body just now. "I think something is wrong. ."

Lilith only hung up the phone on April 1st after receiving an energetic response from Asakura Teru.

Then...

Don't go home yet.

On April 1st, Lilith wanted to see what the girl not far away was coveting about herself, and what...what did she plan to do?

After Yoshikage Kira passed the manuscript and outline at hand to Hitomi Aoba, there was nothing to do.

Of course, there is no room for "doing nothing".

He had to think hard about what "Daydreaming" wanted to do when he had to go out to purchase. In fact, Kira Yoshikage already had a rough outline about this.

From the beginning, I used the cleaner as Risa Fukada, and then I saw the almost perfect hand belonging to a woman from the potato chip bag, followed by Ando Saki who was out of nothing and the bloody, bloody, almost expressing his holding the victim. The murderer who left beautiful hands...

——Just as Risa Fukada said before her death.