I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

At least that's how Shiyu of Kasumigaoka sees it.

She looked back at Kira Yoshikage and the others who had completed the transcript, tilting her head and always felt that there was something slightly inconsistent.

"This person has a record with the Metropolitan Police Department and was released just a few days ago."

Watching Hideki Yamashita's body being carried away, the police shook his head - there was no pity in his eyes.

There are many reasons for dealing with too many incidents of death due to extreme bad luck, and there are also reasons for knowing what Hideki Yamashita did, so even if he shows a little sympathy, he always unconsciously thinks that it is the reason for divine punishment.

The young police officer looked at Shiyu of Xiazhiqiu and said with a serious expression, "I'm here to find you today?"

"......Um."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu responded a little embarrassedly, and took out the letter he received in the morning from the textbook and handed it to the police officer, "Maybe I didn't show up for the appointment, so he followed me all the way."

"Is that so..."

The officer took the letter and put it in a ziplock bag.

Said to be a transcript, in fact, the surveillance at the entrance of the alley captured everything very clearly.

The monitor can clearly see that this group of young people are in conflict - but it seems to only stay in a spat.

When Hideki Yamashita wanted to do something, he fell funny and was killed by a flower pot - really... retribution is not good.

Ah, no.

He shouldn't have such injustice.

The young police officer cleared his throat, removed those extra prejudices from his mind, put away the pen and smiled at Xiazhiqiu Shiyu: "That's it, we will be responsible for contacting his family. In the follow-up...for the time being, it's fine. already."

"Temporarily?" Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu didn't understand what that meant.

The policeman shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression: "If there is a problem with the family's emotions... I mean anger or something, we may contact you. After all, similar vicious cases are not absent. In short, thank you very much for your cooperation today. ."

"Ah, we should thank you."

......

Kira Yoshikage was sitting at the bar, and to be honest, he had lost his appetite.

He raised his eyes to look at Lilith on April [-]st, frowning slightly--'So...that nasty thing just now has something to do with her? '

It's not impossible, but the odds are pretty low.

If he read it right... Lilith wanted to kick Hideki Yamashita just now on April [-]st.

The movement of her foot lift was almost a conditioned reflex, obviously for the "Ugly Strangers" that Hideki Yamashita said.

If that "Magic Girl" or "Death" thing had something to do with Lilith on April [-], she didn't need to do that extra action at all.

"Ok?"

On April [-], Lilith had a straw in her mouth and raised her eyebrows to look at Kira Yoshikage: "What's wrong?"

"No."

Kira Yoshikage shook his head slightly and looked away.

It was an unsettled noon, and the turmoil was mixed with absurdity.

After listening to Azusa Sasaki and Lilith on April [-], the blind but calm boss was stunned for a while in the bar with a cup.

Then, he smiled and shook his head: "I have to trouble Zi to ask someone to clean the outside."

Azusa Sasaki responded with a smile.

Here's a very weird thing -

What Kira Yoshikage means is that this is a somewhat strange thing in terms of common sense.

No one felt embarrassed or feared because of Hideki Yamashita's death, it was just that the incident itself was regarded as "one thing".

Is it because he's annoying enough?

Probably more than that.

Sendai Suburban Villas

When Lilith got home on April 6, it was almost [-] o'clock in the evening.

After unlocking the door, she casually threw the bag on the shelf, and after stretching, she threw herself into the sofa.

There were bags of puffed food scattered on the coffee table, damp in the dank winter air.

'Can't eat'

On April [-], Lilith curled her lips in dissatisfaction while lying on the sofa, then raised her feet and hooked the blanket on the other end of the sofa to wrap her tightly.

Her black hair like black algae dangled from the edge of the sofa, revealing weariness and laziness to the outside world along with herself.

"Sleepy..."

She yawned a little bored, turned on the TV and closed her eyes.

Sleeping now...

"It seems a little too early!"