I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

It seems that...

Ah, Kirihara Misaki should be able to close the case soon - the most important thing is... Kirahara Misaki's eyes are taken away from this case, and Kira Yoshikage can properly calculate the account for this period of time.

"so..."

"So, you're late again." Kira Yoshikage responded with a smile.

At this moment, Asakura Teru raised his hand with a serious face: "I have a question."

Kira Yoshikage and April [-]st Lilith turned their heads to look at him.

"Although it's a bit late to ask now." Asakura Teru hesitated for a moment, then showed a confused expression: "Why did Lilith-sister look for...that monster?"

"..."

At this moment, Yoshikage Kira and Lilith on April [-] were speechless.

The expressions they looked at Teru Asakura were very subtle - they didn't know anything, what was he doing these days?

Kira Yoshikage sighed and shook his head, and this time the door was really closed—don't know what they were here for.

On April [-]st, Lilith stared at Asakura Teru for a while, and pondered.

——The thing is, the files at her house are not kept at all, and Teru Asakura can look at them at any time.There are reports from major foreign newspapers on the "finishing", and there are even comments about Lilith entertaining herself on April [-].

So why doesn't he know who Lilith is on April [-]st?

"Ahui."

On April [-], Lilith looked at Teru Asakura seriously and rubbed his hair: "Let's go, I'll go buy you some walnuts."

next day

Fukada Risha has nothing to do today.

She's sitting on a swing in the park, looking at the other swing next to her - the one she's torn down - so that there are no annoying little ghosts frolicing around her .

With an unlit cigarette in her mouth, she looked away from the swing and looked into the distance.

I don't want to work either.

If she has to find something to do... it seems that only sleeping is suitable for her.

Ah, it doesn't really matter.

The law does not stipulate that people must work.

——Fukada Risha deeply believes that work is actually atonement.

Humans must work to pay off their sins in their past lives—otherwise, why do people still have to squeeze the tram at 7am even though they don’t like work?

Fukada Risa does not need atonement.

She glanced at the pedestrians in the path in front of the park, squinting slightly.

Meaningless.

But speaking of...

'What are they trying to live for? '

Fukada Risha looked at the pedestrians with a puzzled look—perhaps none of the 100 passers-by were able to stand out.Living in embarrassment...does it make sense?

Meaningless.

Fukada Risha stood up from the swing and moved her hands and feet.

Seeing the two little devils who were playing on the seesaw not far away, they were eager to walk towards her, and they sat back on the swing again—she didn't plan to sell the swing for the time being.

'Looking for something to do? '

Fukada Risha thought aimlessly, rejecting the ideas she had come up with one after another.

Until she saw the blond young man walking by carrying shopping bags——'Ah, Jiying'

Fukada Risha's eyes fell on Kira Yoshikage's eyes focused on the road ahead, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

An unimpressive little thing.

As a child, Yoshikage Kira liked to sit alone in the corner even if he was playing with sand.

If someone came to disturb him, he would let go of the plastic shovel and leave indifferently.However, when a certain female teacher in the kindergarten smiled and praised him and raised her hand to rub his golden hair, Ji Liang Yoshikage would not dodge - that female teacher has a pair of very beautiful hands, playing the piano and singing nursery rhymes At times, the little Fukada Risha felt regretful - such a good-looking person should not be buried in a small town.

"Hey! Jiying!"

Fukada Risa shouted loudly.

Kira Yoshikage had already noticed Fukada Risa's gaze, he just didn't want to waste time on greetings and greetings.

Now that he was stopped, he was undoubtedly helpless.

Standing still and turning to look at Fukada Risa, Kira Yoshikage nodded slightly at her: "Miss Fukada."

Fukada Risha finally gave up the swing, got up and walked towards Kira Yoshikage.

When passing by the trash can, she pressed the unlit cigarette into the ashtray above the trash can—she didn't actually smoke, she just thought the peculiar smell of the cigarette holder was nice.

"Ready to go home?" she asked with a smile.