I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

The 18th floor was too high, and when Misaki fell to the ground, it was almost impossible to see what it was.

Although Chiaki Uehara could not understand the taste of his younger sister, he also hoped that she would be decent when she was cremated.

'It's time to pick up Misaki today. '

Chiaki Uehara picked up his bag, got up, said hello to his colleagues, and left the publishing house.

Sitting in the taxi, Chiaki Uehara was still uneasy in her heart. She has often felt this way recently.

'It should be fine when Misaki's matter is over. '

......

After Chiaki Uehara completed the formalities, paid the balance, and was taken to the body storage place.

The place where the corpse was buried was colder than expected, and Misaki, lying on the table in the middle, looked like a rag doll with traces of patchwork.

Even her face, because of the fractured skull, can hardly see the original shape, so the funeral director must have spent a lot of effort to make this "face" barely have the shadow of Misaki.

Chiaki Uehara looked at Misaki calmly, raised his hand and touched her fingertips.

She lowered her head and looked at the blue and white mottled arm that had been stitched back. She wanted to sigh, but her eyes suddenly widened.

No!

No!

Chiaki Uehara tore off the cloth covering the corpse with trembling hands, dragging the arm to look over it.

No!

Misaki has a birthmark!

This body... no birthmarks!

"This is not Misaki..." Uehara Chiaki pulled the staff aside, with offended anger in tired and bloodshot eyes: "This is not Misaki's corpse! You are mistaken! Where is my Misaki? !"

The Metropolitan Police Department has a new harvest.

They found a disposable cell phone at Miki Sakai's house—the one that called Misaki Uehara.

It is almost certain that the deaths of Miki Sakai and Misaki Uehara have an inevitable connection.

But now no one can find it.

According to the apartment manager, Sakai Miki never came back after going out early yesterday morning.

It's been nearly 30 hours, did you run away because you noticed something?

Kirihara Misaki rubbed his temples and got up, ready to go home to wash and rest for a while.

But at this moment, the intercom phone rang.

Kirihara Misaki put away his exhaustion and regained his capable look. He picked up the microphone and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

"what!"

Misaki Kirihara stood up from the chair: "Are you sure there is no confusion over Misaki Uehara and someone else's body?"

"How is Chiaki Uehara's mental state? Are you sure you won't admit your mistake?"

"Okay, I'll send someone over to pick up the body right away."

Hang up and the case gets more complicated.

Because they jumped in front of everyone, there was no unreasonable time difference from jumping off the building to landing. Everyone thought that the unrecognizable body was Misaki Uehara—including them, they also put all their attention on tracing the caller.

Really remiss.

Chapter 016 "Resurrection"

In the dimly lit bathroom, the girl was combing her hair carefully.

With a light song in her mouth, she put down her comb and started mixing hair dye methodically.

Then, she carefully smeared dark brown hair dye on her grass-green, slightly withered hair.

After making sure that every strand of hair was dyed with hair dye, she bent down and picked up the plastic bag with garbage on the ground Shi Shiran and returned to the room.

'Be careful, fabric sofas can't be stained with something so hard to wash. '

Thinking of this, the girl turned around and sat down on the small stool beside her.

She took her mobile phone and began to browse the school forum of the National Comprehensive University.

So, the "celebrity effect" is really a good thing.

Only two people died, and the school's forum had fallen out.Those who were rushing for Narita Jingwu's apprenticeship quota have also died down.

But what's the use of that~

They have entered the game, their destination has become a foregone conclusion, they will use their death!Bring Narita Jingwu the heaviest blow in his career!

Will he give up psychology?

Will he be attacked by his industry rivals?

Will he... choose to die because of guilt?