I just want to be a regular writer

Across the glass, Polbo did not immediately turn his head, but raised his hand and grabbed a banana in his hand.

Fernando counted carefully-there were about a dozen layers of meat on Polbo's back neck.

If you are so fat that you can't even get out of the door, if you leave the prison, such a person will die in the hands of a certain enemy within an hour, right?

"Ah...I know."

Polbo swallowed the banana in one bite, and finally turned around: "Do you want to join us?"

"Yes."

"Okay, we always don't reject new people who want to join." Polbo agreed, moving his body to look around with difficulty.

After a while, he found the drinking fountain behind his body and took a glass of water without delay.

Polbo didn't continue to say until he drank the water, "Just pass the test."

"Test?" Fernando was very cooperative, showing a surprised look.

"But let's not talk about the test for now." Polbo seems to have his own rhythm in speaking-this seems to be a bad habit, after all, the "testing" thing has been raised.

It is a pity that in this prison, he is the one who talks.

Polbo raised his hand and fished out his ears. He leaned against the wall like a mountain of meat.

He asked: "You said yesterday that a group of people were looking for'Arrow'?"

"Ah, yes." Fernando looked like he knew everything: "It's some Orientals. It seems that they came to ask and left. Because they are long...you know, Orientals are very long. Features, I am afraid of being remembered."

"Oh? What about the name?" Polbo asked.

Fernando made a recollection, and after a while, he whispered in a little fear, "No...I have no impression. They are all Eastern names, so they are so awkward..."

"No impression at all?"

Polbo sat up slightly, the flesh on his stomach undulating like waves on the water.

He was squeezed by the flesh with only a small slit in his eyes, staring at Fernando as if to judge whether he had lied.

Fernando looked at him with sincerity.

When the right time came, I looked away as if I couldn't continue to look at him because of the pressure.

"Fukada (Fukada)...fuka..."

Fernando murmured, spitting out a strong Italian accent, and then he was uncertain: "My friend said that one of them mentioned fukada... I don’t know if it’s the name or something abroad, and I don’t know. Did you say it like that..."

"Fukada?" Polbo squinted his eyes, a little surprised: "Is it a woman who came to question?"

Fernando shook his head with a confused expression.

——So... why do you subconsciously feel that you are a woman?

The answer seems obvious.

This incident seems to be over here. Polbo raised his hand and waved carelessly, and said lazily: "If you can't remember it, then forget it."

He took out a lighter from his pocket and set it on the side of the small window where the three meals were delivered on weekdays. His tone was still unhurried.He didn't seem to take this matter to his heart, "Take this lighter and make sure that the fire will not go out before returning it to me tomorrow, even if the test passes."

"......that's it?"

Fernando was a little surprised-this time it was not pretending.

What kind of test is this?

Even if you close it secretly, then open it again tomorrow when you get it back, right?

Or...

What other surveillance methods does he have?

What can a lighter represent?

Fernando frowned and agreed and left with the lighter.

Polbo didn't care about Fernando, turned his head and continued watching TV.

but...

fukada?

Fukada...

'Is that Fukada?'

Polbo frowned and rolled over, then smacked his lips again.

'No way?Still alive?'

It's a name that's too familiar, and it's connected to something like "arrow".

It is hard for Polbo not to be careless.

A villa on the outskirts of Sendai City

Lilith was lying on the sofa for a long time on April 1st, and she felt a little strange that she could not wait for Kira Jiying.

She rubbed against Azusa Sasaki and asked, "Where is Kira? Didn't you say that you found Risa Fukada?"

Sasaki Azusa paused when he was typing on the keyboard, and frowned slightly, "It seems...something?" She wasn't very sure, she could only recall the text message that Yoshikage replied in the morning: "It's over. Will come."

"So..."

Lilith answered on April 1, feeling a little strange.

Logically speaking, Risa Fukada's business should be the top priority now.

Ah, maybe there is something else.

As I thought about it, Lilith didn't take this matter to heart on April 1st.

In fact, she is just a little idle. If Kirajiying is here, she can still find an excuse to say a few more nonsense.

——On April 1, Lilith felt she was a little bit abnormal, otherwise why would she think that Kira Yoshikage’s slightly warned but helpless appearance is so cute?

IDK.

Leaning on the sofa, Lilith turned over on April 1st, put herself on her stomach in a distorted appearance, and hummed twice.