I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

What a waste of time.

He frowned slightly and turned to look out the window.

Because of the rain, there are no pedestrians walking in the landscape park.

The street lights that were too far apart made it difficult for the outside scenery to be clearly presented in front of him. Ji Liang Yoshikage raised his hand and fiddled with the tablecloth folded into a swan in front of him, and looked at this uniquely decorated western restaurant boredly.

It was at this time that Kazuko Kitagawa came out.

--one person.

She looked worried and walked in a hurry until she stopped at the dining table, then hesitantly said, "Professor Xiyuan Temple..."

"Ok?"

"The door of the dressing room is locked, what do I call... Teacher Nishiyuanji didn't respond."

Professor Narita frowned and stood up: "What do you mean?"

Maybe it was because he had seen too many crime scenes, or maybe because he had handled enough files, it was difficult for Professor Narita to stop himself from thinking about the worst - just like when he saw the "blood" on Saiyuanji's hand just now.

"Just..." Kazuko Kitagawa was probably frightened by the seriousness on Professor Narita's face, and his tone was even more hesitant: "I, I knocked on the door for a long time...Professor Saiyuanji didn't agree..."

Professor Narita made an immediate decision: "Go and see!"

He knocked the wine cup on the table and strode towards the dressing room.

The rest of the students looked at each other for a while and then got up one after another.

Ugh...

Kira Yoshikage sighed in his heart and raised his heels.

He didn't care about the safety of Naoko Saiyuanji, but his expression was still solemn - it was nearly 7 o'clock in the evening.

If something bad does happen, it means...

He couldn't finish bedtime by 11 again today.

"Eh?"

Sasaki Azusa obviously didn't keep up with everyone's thoughts. He sat in the corner and hesitated for a while before standing up.

She wanted to ask what happened to Kira Yoshikage, but she didn't dare to approach.

It wasn't until her foot stumbled that she almost landed on the 3-layer fondant cake, and she was relieved to run to Ji Liang Yoshikage - she has experience - "bad luck" will not happen one after another, at least in the future Within 5 minutes, she was safe.

Well, probably.

Sasaki Azusa looked up at Kira Yoshikage and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Ok?"

Ji Liang Yoshikage looked down at her and shook his head with a smile: "I don't know. But..." He didn't say what was in his heart, but just reacted according to Professor Narita's emotions; "Professor Narita may have thought Something bad happened."

Sasaki Azusa blinked, still puzzled.

In her concept, "bad things" are probably... falling into a pit with no manhole cover on the road, getting hit on the forehead by a baseball that flew from nowhere, and suddenly the fan above your head fell off at work . . . something like that.

So that at this time, Sasaki Azusa widened his eyes in surprise when he heard Ji Liang Yoshikage's words.

But she didn't think there would be anyone in this world more unlucky than her - this kind of self-confidence made herself bitter.

Everyone's faces were not very good-looking, Sasaki Azusa didn't ask any more questions, but quietly followed behind the crowd to the dressing room.

"Xiyuan Temple!"

Professor Narita patted the door of the dressing room.

- No answer.

He slapped the wooden door and shouted a few more times, but still got no response.

By this time, Professor Narita had almost no luck in his heart.

He frowned and looked at the student beside him, and said solemnly, "Break the door open."

"But......"

"You don't have to pay for the broken door! Hurry up!"

After being yelled at, the two seniors reacted after realizing it and kicked the door.

To be fair, the door of the real world is not as easy to slam open as in the TV series.

The two seniors worked together, and it took some time to kick the door open.

Tiny sawdust splattered and fell to the ground, but no one noticed them.

Led by Professor Narita, everyone filed in, then stopped abruptly.

——Naoko Saizonji is inside.

She leaned back on the chair in front of the vanity mirror, with an incomprehensible despair on her still-frozen face.

There was a large opening in her carotid artery, and blood dripped ticking out of her finely crafted dress—a knife fell to the ground, soaked in red puddles of blood.

"call the ambulance!"