I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

Kirihara Misaki snorted twice, then sat up straight and picked up the file on the table.

——This is the sixth case of beheading.

All the venues are clean... as if it really was the work of a ghost, with no traces to follow.

Maybe......

'no no no'

Kirihara Misaki patted his head and gave up the thought that flashed through his mind.

——She used a playful tone and vigilance to mention the possibility of "non-human, non-realistic methods" a few years ago.

The result is clear.

The police were scolding her and blasting her out.

To be honest, if I really want to talk about science... Misaki Kirihara couldn't handle this case.

Today, when the on-site survey methods are already so abundant, it is unbelievable that the people in the laboratory still can't find any evidence - the only thing that can be traced is the cutting edge - neat, from top to bottom, the bones are broken Clean and smooth.

What kind of tool can do this?

Wait a minute.

Misaki Kirihara got up and moved her somewhat stiff body—it’s been about the past two days, the office will set up a task force for this case—I hope those “experts” who have paid a lot of money and are well-hearted will be able to Come in handy.

As for herself?

Misaki Kirihara thought that if God had eyes, then her name would not be on the list of the task force—she needed a vacation of at least 7 days.

Um?Too extravagant?

Then 3 days, really can not be less!

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Getting ready to go to work.

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Chapter 015 Old Events and Picky Eaters (4/4)

"Ah! I remember!"

Kira Yoshihiro suddenly rushed into the kitchen and shouted.

Ji Liang Yoshikage held the knife in his hand, raised his eyebrows and looked at his father: "What do you remember?"

"Fukada."

After Kira Yoshihiro finished speaking, he walked slowly to the table and sat down.

Putting the photo album in his hand on the table, he poured himself a glass of water slowly, and then continued: "There is indeed such a neighbor."

"Ah."

Kira Yoshikage responded casually and continued with the matter at hand.

Compared with the past of insignificant people, Yoshikage Kira is more concerned about today's lunch.

"Should... be Lisa, right?"

Kira Yoshihiro knew his son's character, and Kwon said as if to pass the time.He opened the album with an outdated cover, stared at a photo on the middle page with his reading glasses for a while, and then nodded with certainty: "It's called Lisa."

Yoshihiro Kira took out the photo and put it aside - it was a group photo of Yoshikage Kira's kindergarten. .

Kira Yoshihiro squinted at the son in the photo, pondered for a moment, then looked up at the son at this time.

Then he lowered his head with an unfathomable expression - as if nothing had changed, but also as if there had been a drastic change - after all, when he was a child, he looked... just a little less talkative than ordinary children.

"It's normal that you don't remember Ji Ying. You didn't play with her very much."

Kira Yoshihiro had nothing to do, so he continued to talk about the old days: "You were only...about 4 years old at that time, right?"

"It was a fire, and the house was renovated and now you can't see it at all. Lisa's father was on the spot... Mom rescued her, but her eyes were burned out."

"Lisha was lucky, she stayed at her classmate's house that night, otherwise...it's hard to say now." As if lamenting the impermanence of life, Kira Yoshihiro sighed: "The family has no income, and the follow-up treatment for burns will take a lot. Money, her mother sold the house and took her out."

"Ok?"

Kira Yoshihiro finally reacted: "So you met her near your home?"

"The entrance of the supermarket." Ji Liang Yoshikage responded casually, and then asked: "Salad dressing? Mayonnaise?"

Kira Yoshihiro answered immediately: "Mayonnaise, don't put green onions in the soup."

Kira Yoshikage glanced up at him.

The old gentleman didn't notice, watching Ji Liang Yoshikage take out the green pepper from the pot, and immediately added: "Don't need the green pepper either."

"Snapped,"

Kira Yoshikage slapped his chopsticks on the cooking table and glanced at his father.

He didn't speak, just watched.

——Although that was his father, it was indeed too much to ask for.