I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

With a little peace of mind, Kira Yoshikage turned around and took out all the things in the mailbox and returned home.

"Jiying... Want to call the police? This..."

Compared to Kira Yoshikage's composure, Mr. Kira Yoshihiro couldn't sit still.

Calling the police is not the best option.

It may not be wise to hide and not report.

The important thing is... these hands are too directional - he looked at his son with a look of worry in his eyes.

'No no no...'

'Don't let others know about Jiying's hobbies...'

As a doting father enough, Yoshihiro Kira knows that his son's "liking" for hands is not an ordinary fetish - it could kill him!

But what father would have the heart to take away a toy that would make his child smile?Especially when that child is Yoshikage Kira, he is hard to please, and it is difficult to be happy about an ordinary thing like an ordinary child.

"hand."

Kira Yoshikage came back from outside the house and spread out his hand towards his father.

Seeing his father's worried look, he frowned and repeated, "Hand."

"what?"

"Ah, in the kitchen..."

Ji Liang Yoshikage did not speak, nodded slightly and walked towards the kitchen.

Those hands were placed on the plate that was supposed to be used for breakfast - the plate was a high-end product that Yoshihiro Kira brought back from abroad in the early years, and it is said to be the tableware brand designated by the royal family of that country.

I have to say, that plate is enough to match those hands.

But now is not the time to appreciate.

Kira Yoshikage pulled out the chair and sat at the dining table, stared at the hands for a moment, and then picked it up.

The incision is neat, the blood has not dried up, the hand feels cold and hard, only the nails are slightly soft...

- It's genuine...hands.

'Want to... destroy it? '

Kira Yoshikage gritted his teeth and stared at the hand in his hand, making a slightly difficult choice.

It's not safe to stay.

- Absolutely not safe!

But destroy...

'Hey......'

Kira Yoshikage closed his eyes and let out a breath.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes - who knew about this? !

He never shared his preferences with anyone, he just kept it a secret quietly and privately.

who is it?

Who would not only intrude on his life, but even dig deep into his heart?

what...

Why are there always people who don't know how to cherish their own life?

Kira Yoshikage stood up on the table, and the chair under him retreated as he got up—the stool made a harsh, irritating sound from the friction against the wooden floor.

This noise undoubtedly deepened Kira Yoshikage's irritability. With his hands on the table, he looked down at the hands on the plate.

——If the hand is here...the owner of the hand must be dead.

Even optimistic estimates, people are still alive - this kind of thing will be in the news.

and so on.

He picked up one of the hands on the plate, raised his hand and brushed it over its incision - after confirming that the incision was sealed by the scorch and no longer bleeding, Kira Yoshikage took his hand and came to the living room.

Kira Yoshihiro was still in a state of impatience, his yellowish eyes were filled with anxiety and pain, and when he saw Yoshikage Kira, he almost shed tears - 'Ah...why did my son have to suffer these things? ...'

Ji Liang Yoshikage was not disturbed by his father's sight. After turning on the TV, he tuned to the local news channel, quietly kneading his hands and watching the TV.

Must be local news.

- The hand is still fresh, it must have just been cut off.

To deal with follow-up matters, but also to his home without leaving any traces.After estimating the time required for it, the scope is greatly reduced.

The news is still irrelevant people's livelihood facts, and occasionally one or two robberies and thefts are interspersed.

The appearance of this world is still peaceful, but that kind of peace does not favor Kira Yoshikage.

This is really...

The morning news was broadcast soon, and Yoshikage Kira couldn't wait for the message he wanted.