I just want to be a regular writer

Of course, it's also to blame Kira Yoshikage for deliberate provocation.

Eh, wait.

Since it is a settlement fault in the final analysis, the driver who has no professional ethics, speaks badly to the guests and even wants to kick the guests off the fast-driving car is the problem?

Jiliang Jiying didn't care about those.

It sounds like he shouldn't, but he is very irritable now-he obviously shouldn't be influenced by emotions.

but...

Risa Fukada.

"Daydream".

Yoshida Kanta.

The driver in front of you.

——Yoshikage Kira sincerely hopes that Sendai City will return to its boring but stable appearance.

But the most important thing in front of me is to calm my inner depression and the anger that I want to rise.

So Jiliang Jiying smiled and took out the wallet from the inner pocket of the suit and placed it on the center console of the taxi. See, the choice is up to the driver, whether to take it or to apologize.As for the two options hidden inside...shhh.

A villa on the outskirts of Sendai City

"boom!"

"Insane! Sister Lilith, the people outside are crazy!" Asakura Teru returned after a long absence, and started shouting when he slammed the door.

In order to take care of Nana Kawakami, plus the previous events, Teru Asakura has not been out for a long time.

He always thought that he was an alien-not going to school, living with a world-famous serial killer, and even sent away a few people in the past.

And now, he still feels that he is an alien, even more like an alien than before-this time it is not him who is weird, but everyone who enters the goal.

He saw someone robbing in the street, and passers-by acquiesced to it.When the robber ran past the policeman, the smiling robber even raised his hand and gave the police a high-five.

what is this?

He saw ten or five children in groups with knives in their hands-Xu was a knife used by parents to cut fruits or vegetables. They used it to dissect the sobbing milk cat, showing its face. Smile like playing in an amusement park.

What is this?

He saw the old man sitting on the steps wiping his tears. He couldn't bear to comfort him, but he said, "My son just killed a man. Why did he go to jail? Isn't it that the man was killed when he couldn't beat my son?" "

What the fuck is this logic?!

Now, Asakura feels that he is still a stranger-because everyone else is crazy-in a huge lunatic asylum, normal people are lunatics.

"Sister Lilith!"

Asakura yelled a few times, and after receiving no response, he walked to the basement along the stairs.

He knew that Lilith would often stay in the basement on April 1st, occasionally read the latest news from various places, and occasionally just simply dance a ballet in the dance room-Lilith hadn't danced ballet for a long time on April 1st. , Her basic skills have deteriorated with her slack in the past two years, but she still likes to use dancing as a pastime.Of course, more often, she would sit on the sofa in the living room holding potato chips or popcorn, watching an urban love comedy with no nutrition at all.

But today, April 1st, Lilith is not at home.

Asakura Hui exited from the dance room, thought about it, sighed leisurely, and sank into the sofa.

In fact, he didn't really matter. After all, finding a puppet wasn't something that could be done overnight, he just wanted to make complaints about what happened outside.

Wait.

Asakura Teru has forgotten a major event.

"Grass, how is the old woman?!"

Thinking of this, Asakura Teru, who had just sat down, immediately bounced off the sofa, clutching his jacket and backpack, and went out.

'I hope the old woman is still a normal person'

'What the hell is thinking, she was not normal at first!'

'Don't become more abnormal'

Asakura thought this way, rushed out and stopped the taxi, and hurriedly reported the address of his mother's company.

Near National University

Sasaki Azusa stood at the entrance of the cafe where she worked, and looked up at the small sign of the cafe.

Since she started working here, except on New Year's Day every year, it has never closed.

Today, this is the second day after closing the store.

Sasaki Azusa was a little worried, and the mere telephone enquiry did not make her feel at ease. The boss was one of the most stubborn people she had ever met. Unless she was sick and couldn't get up, it would be impossible for her to go out of business. of.

Yesterday, the boss on the phone sounded good and smiled and said that he just wanted to take a two-day rest.

Rao is like this, Sasaki Azusa still intends to take a look.

The boss lives on the upper floor of the cafe, which is a small attic-two rooms, a warehouse, a bedroom, and the remaining square inch of the land forms a small bathroom.

Taking out the spare key and unlocking the door, Azusa Sasaki walked upstairs in a low voice.

There is a faint sound of music, which is different from the classical music that the boss occasionally listens to.

She knocked on the door lightly, waited for a while before she could respond, then pushed in.

Facing the door is a small window, which invites the not-so-rich sunlight into the house, so that the small amount of dust in the air has nowhere to hide.

Sasaki Azusa turned to look at the small bed in the room, where the gentle boss was lying on the bed.

His right hand hung under the bed, and he plunged his wrist into the basin beside the bed with some cool air-the water in the basin was red.

Maybe it should be a basin of warm water or hot water to prevent the wound from solidifying.

Sasaki Azusa blinked his dry eyes and walked into the house with his foot raised.

She was more calm than she thought.

She methodically checked the boss' pulse and heartbeat, and repeatedly confirmed his cold body temperature, and then took out her mobile phone to call the police.

Immediately afterwards, she saw the cell phone the boss had put on the table.

——The mobile phone was bought two years ago, and it is very suitable for the elderly for blind people. Every time a button is pressed, a mechanized female voice will announce the number or function of the button.