I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

It seems like a habitual, unconscious behavior.

But soon, Kira Yoshikage didn't think so.

He raised his eyes to look at Fukada Risha, the woman still had the right smile on her face, as if she wanted to have a good relationship with her childhood acquaintance and her current neighbor as soon as possible.But her left thumb on the other side was picking at the ring on her index finger.

is to pull.

Fukada Risa was stretched out by her neatly trimmed thumb nails into the gap between her index finger and the ring, and she was pulling hard.

Still the same as before, following a certain rhythm.

Fine, red blood oozes from the crevice of her thumb.

She doesn't seem to feel pain.

"Ah, it's already this time." Fukada Risha suddenly raised her hand and glanced at her watch.

At the same time, she also noticed the oozing blood between her thumb and fingers, "It's here again..." There was annoyance in her eyes, and she smiled helplessly at Kamijira Yoshikage's gaze: "Don't worry, I'm not weird. It's just a bad habit."

Fukada Risa smiled and waved her left hand, "Like someone likes to bite their nails, my words... occasionally subconsciously pick fingers. Now it seems..." She looked at her hand: "It seems like wearing a ring It's useless."

"I have to go." Fukada Risha got up with a smile.

Kira Yoshikage breathed a sigh of relief.

——To be honest, he was worried that the blood on Risha Fukada’s hands would stain his fabric sofa.

"It's so early?" Yoshikage Kira got up, "Miss Fukada hasn't been here for a long time, right?"

It's great to be able to offer to leave so quickly—Yoshikage Kira thought, smiling even more genially than before.

"Huh? No~"

Fukada Risha smiled and turned back: "I've been here for a while, and my uncle has been chatting with me before."

She didn't seem to care that Kira Yoshikage didn't change her name, she just smiled and said, "Although I really want to chat with Yoshikage for a while, but..." Fukada Lisa shrugged slightly: "I have a puppy, and it's time to take it out for a walk~"

"I see." Ji Liang Yoshikage responded casually, "I will send you."

"Thank you."

......

Watching Fukada Risa leave, Kira Yoshikage returned to the living room.

He still has some things he cares about, but until then...

Kira Yoshikage raised his hand and brushed over the sofa cushions, then lowered his head to take a closer look.It wasn't until he made sure that the sofa was not stained with even a little blood from Fukada Risha's fingertips, and then he retracted his gaze with satisfaction.

The hairless cat came out of the room wagging its tail, and jumped lightly on Kira Yoshikage's lap.

"Meow~"

It let out a lazy cry, and after a while, it actually started to doze off.

Kira Yoshikage leaned on his chin and ignored it, just thinking about Tachibana Bowen.

Here are a few questions -

Orange Bowen ran out of the hospital by himself and avoided the surveillance, which means...he and the murderer definitely knew each other.

But why did the murderer decide to throw the body in Duwang Town—the murderer also lived here?Or... did the murderer know that Kira Yoshikage and Tachibana Bowen were in conflict?Looking for a scapegoat?

"Ok?"

Ji Liang Yoshikage came back to his senses, pondered for a moment and shook his head in annoyance-too inappropriate, Mingming decided to keep this holiday peaceful...

"clatter."

Kira Yoshikage's nails knocked on the coffee table, making a crisp sound.

The hairless cat who closed his eyes and dozed was awakened, jumped off the legs of Yoshikage Kira, licked his front legs and walked away.

"Boom! Boom!"

"boom!"

The sandbag hanging in the center of the room kept shaking as the glove-wearing hand continued to wave.

Whenever he was about to return to his original position, he was punched out again.

"Bang bang bang!"

"boom!----"

The sandbag was quite old, and after repeated blows, it finally broke a large hole, the sand wrapped in it poured out, and dust was raised in the small room.

Fukada Risa lowered her hands and didn't move, her emotionless eyes stared at the shriveled hole in the middle of the sandbag, as if there was something there that attracted her very much.

- In fact, there is nothing but sand in the sandbag.

She took a few breaths, raised her hand, bit off the Velcro at the end of the glove, and dropped the glove on the ground.

Her puppy was very hungry. Seeing that the owner was free, he whimpered and walked to her feet and rubbed her calf.

——It is said to be a "puppy", but it is actually a very beautiful shepherd dog.

Fukada Risa looked down at it and quickly looked away.