I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

Then, there were screams that everyone outside could hear.

"Are you sure there was no one in the cubicle before she went in?" Kirihara Misaki asked the lady with a frown.

The lady's face was pale, and her hands and feet trembled uncontrollably while sitting on the chair.

Kirihara Misaki's words were too rude to her.

She widened her eyes, and there was no trace of water in her dry eyes. She just showed a shocked and angry expression: "What do you mean? If there are people in the cubicle, who will go in and change clothes?! Or... "

She got up in a rush, shaking her legs because of the weakness.After barely standing still, he asked, "Or do you think I lied?!"

"Please don't get excited, I didn't mean that."

Kirihara Misaki shook his head and signaled to his colleagues for the next stage of inquiry.

- Of course she knew that normal people wouldn't go in without anyone in the cubicle.

only...

If there is no one inside, how does one die?

This is simply impossible!

Could it be that the victim beheaded himself? !

absurd!

But such a ridiculous thing is already the fifth in the past month.

In the process of handling this case, Kirihara Misaki often felt that it might be necessary to consult those so-called "people of the people" - but this is even more absurd, even if it is really resentful, the court will not. It will admit this result, and the Metropolitan Police Department cannot use this reason to close the case.

She looked down at the time, rubbed her fingers slowly on the forehead, and sighed silently.

There is still so much to do, not even time to feel tired.

Kirahara Misaki quickly sorted out his thoughts and looked up at Yoshikage Kira who was standing in the rest area not far away talking to his companions.

really...

Is this the first time you have seen this young man at the crime scene?

- 'Is he some kind of death god? '

Misaki Kirihara complained bitterly and walked towards Kira Yoshikage.

"Kirana-kun..."

Sometimes Kira Yoshikage has to mention that it is not bad that the Metropolitan Police Department has a decent acquaintance - the transcript ends quickly, and as an unrelated person, he is quickly allowed to leave.

Sitting in the taxi on the return journey, Yoshikage Kira frowned slightly at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window.

- Another cut in half.

In fact according to Hanako's story the victim should not be the result.

Hanako's story is slightly different in each city, including the way of summoning, but most legends do not bring fatal results.Even if the ending is death, it is definitely not a cut in half.

Thus...

Rather than saying that this series of events is a supernatural event, it is more like a program that determines that the mechanism is wrong.

If just playing this kind of game will get the result of "halving"... I am afraid that at least 10% of the teenagers in Sendai will die - after all, there are always one or two children in each class who like this kind of thing, or are alone. Or try these boring things in groups.

It seems that the "condition" is not a simple "call of resentment".

Ji Liang Yoshikage just thought about this for a moment, then closed his eyes and rested.

It was always something that had nothing to do with him, and he firmly believed that he would not be naive enough to do that.

......

When I got home, the hands on my watch pointed to 10:20 pm.

Kira Yoshikage was satisfied.

Those insignificant episodes didn't affect his life.

He opened the door to change his shoes, and when he glanced past the entrance where the shoes were placed, he saw a pair of unfamiliar shoes.

'guest? '

'at this time? '

Parked at the entrance is a pair of dusty sneakers, which should be a teenager based on the style and size.

Kira Yoshikage frowned and walked towards the living room. The door of the living room was brightly lit, and the volume of the TV was turned up very high, as if a certain anime was playing.

"Jiying, are you back?"

Ji Liang Yoshihiro came out of his room, and seeing his son's unhappy face, he pointed to the living room: "There's a problem."

"What do you mean?"

Kira Yoshikage glanced into the living room.

There was a curly young man on the sofa. The young man had dyed yellow hair. Perhaps it was because of poor quality hair dye, or because he didn't take care of it on weekdays. His hair was dry and dull.

The boy was holding a bag of potato chips and eating it as if no one else was around, leaving only the back of Kira Yoshikage's head.