I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

"What game, it must be those old-fashioned old men thinking, it's so boring!"

"It's just to liven up the atmosphere. Besides, the teachers are having a good time."

"Too..."

"But... Hanako or something, it's really boring!"

One of the women said, knocked on the door of the cubicle in the dressing room, and said with a smile, "Hanako, come and play with me!"

Then he laughed.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu glanced at them through the reflection in the mirror, then took the bag and turned to leave.

They wear name tags around their necks, which department should be the editor.

Thinking like this, Kasumigaoka Shiyu shrugged and walked out of the dressing room.

She did not return to the venue, but went to the rest area outside the banquet hall - Yoshikage Kira was talking to Teru Asakura.

To be precise, it was Teru Asakura who spoke unilaterally, and Yoshikage Kira just listened with a blank face, nodding her head in response from time to time.

"Kirana-kun."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu stepped forward with a smile, put his hands behind his back and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Ah, beautiful sister." Asakura Teri's bright face of Asakura Hill Shiyu beckoned: "I'm talking about the New Year's visit~ Brother Kira, we will arrive at 11 o'clock in the evening..."

"I was already asleep at that time." Yoshikage Kira interrupted Teru Asakura, looking at the text message page on the phone.

Kishimoto City wanted him to stay a little longer.

Well...

Think of another excuse.

Kira Yoshikage lightly clasped his fingers on the screen, sifting through his mind for a suitable reason for exiting the stage.

Asakura Teru sighed in disappointment and couldn't help complaining: "Brother Ji Liang, are you a little baby? Now little babies are all stay-up players..."

Kira Yoshikage was indifferent.

The aggressive method failed, Asakura Teru sighed leisurely - his thighs didn't play with him at all...

Thinking of this, Asakura Teru sighed heavily again.

In Kasumigaoka Shiyu's funny eyes, Asakura Teru found a new way to pass the time - talk about gossip with the pretty sister!

"what!!------"

A scream came from the direction of the bathroom, interrupting the indifferent conversation between Teru Asakura and Shiyu Kasugaoka.

Asakura Teru's face turned pale, and he ran behind Kira Yoshikage very honestly.

With half of his head sticking out from behind Yoshikage Kira, he looked towards the bathroom with an uncontrollable fear in his eyes - 'Just say it?really! ...'

Ji Liang Yoshikage looked down at him, raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

- It's still too late.

Maybe I can be a little more rebellious next time, maybe even if I leave Kishimoto Castle directly, I can't do anything about him.

"If you're so curious, why don't you go and take a look?" Kira Yoshikage suggested to Asakura Teru insincerely.

Responding to him, Teru Asakura shook his head like a rattle.

A single scream was not enough to interrupt the banquet midway through - the riots were gradual.

Fear is communicated by one person to another, and then the fear is spread more efficiently.

It wasn't until five or six minutes passed that people kept running towards the bathroom.The hotel staff and editors who were huddled to maintain order were of no use in the face of people's powerful curiosity.

"Always felt..."

Asakura Teru still shrank behind Kira Yoshikage, his face pale and whispered: "It's like 'hell'."

Ji Liang Yoshikage glanced at him, but did not answer.

Someone was helped out of the bathroom with a pale face, holding a bag and vomiting in the corner - considering the imaginable scene in the bathroom, this is a normal reaction.

There are also unknown creators who are curious, shouting "I have inspiration!" and rushing to ask the editor for a computer - this belongs to people with abnormal brain circuits.

Kira Yoshikage looked down at the watch.

- The pointer points to 8:50 pm.

If you actively cooperate with the transcript... maybe you can get home on time.

Chapter 009 Uninvited Guest

The body was found in a powder room compartment next door to the ladies' toilet.

The cubicle in the dressing room is rarely used on weekdays, but is only a place for ladies to organize their clothes.

The victim, who was accompanied by her companions, went into a cubicle to adjust the underwear under her work clothes while her companions retouched her makeup—her death did not utter any trembling whine.

Even, the lady who was traveling with her was still putting on lipstick on her front feet and talking to her with a smile, and her back feet smelled a strong disgusting bloody smell-the lady didn't know that the smell came from a lot of blood. Blood, just complained a few words about the unpleasant smell.

When he turned around to urge, he found that a lot of blood seeped out from under the crack of the compartment door.