I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

Misaki Kirihara thought, maybe the person who followed the case through the computer was from Florence.Maybe it was that person who changed Aoba Hitomi's most ordinary life trajectory——I thought so, but with Kirihara Misaki's own strength, she couldn't find out what Aoba Hitomi was doing when she was in Florence.

And what kind of thinking mode does the person standing behind Qingye Tong have, so that even the people in the group are suspicious.

Sadly, their suspicions appear to be correct.

Misaki Kirihara looked down at the dark brown coffee in the cup, and had no desire to drink it at all: "Sugano is indeed a bit... strange."

"Huh?" Aoba Tong looked a little surprised.

After barely getting acquainted with the members of the group, she no longer squinted to look at them with difficulty, but let herself accept everything that was not real in front of her.

"He's right..."

Misaki Kirihara hesitated for a moment, with confusion and trouble on his face: "Sugano is very unfamiliar with the recent work, how can I put it... It's not that I did it badly. It's just that many small habits have been changed, as well as personal life. "

"I remember he had a girlfriend. If he was working overtime... he would call around 7 o'clock every day to let him know. He hasn't done this for a few days. Maybe it was a fight."

Misaki Kirihara thought for a moment, then shrugged: "But he is indeed Kanno, yes, it is impossible for a person to be stolen, and the access control system recognizes fingerprints."

Aoba Hitomi nodded clearly, but did not respond to Kirihara Misaki.

On the contrary, it was Kirihara Misaki, who stared at her after saying this, with an unpleasant look in his eyes: "You shouldn't doubt the people in our group."

"Miss Kirihara, don't be angry." With a light smile on her face, Aoba Tong explained calmly: "It's not against any of you, it's just our habit. In the past... There was a case that was There was a problem with the people in the group, so the murderer was always one step ahead of us. In order to prevent such a thing from happening again, so... I developed this habit. Ah, it can be said to be a routine."

"So you guys tried me too? When I didn't know?" Misaki Kirihara raised his eyebrows, not because he couldn't accept Aoba Hitomi's statement.

"Well, yesterday." Aoba Hitomi showed an apologetic expression: "Yesterday... Didn't Mr. Yamamoto talk to you? At that time, we would randomly group people to talk and ask questions, as long as we ensure that the people in the group are safe and sound. As long as there is no big difference between the behavior and the information we have at hand. Other things...really not easy to guard against.”

"is it?"

Kirihara Misaki answered noncommittally and got up to leave.

Opening the door of the lounge, she turned her head to look at Aoba Tong: "Even if someone cooperates with the murderer, you can't understand it through this kind of conversation."

Aoba Hitomi looked at Kirihara Misaki leaving, lowered her head and gave a wry smile.

It wasn't until the clear laughter came from the earphones that she complained a little: "Look, this kind of statement is not enough to deceive middle school students."

"It's just a 'saying', don't take it too seriously."

"So, why do you think something is wrong with Mr. Kanno?" Aoba Hitomi was a little puzzled.

"Um... how do you say it? ~ Let's get away from it."

"A sense of detachment?"

"He doesn't seem to care much about the case, but more about the quarrel between the team members. It's like... wishing they were arguing forever and the case didn't progress." The voice in the earphone said here, emphasizing: " But that's just my gut feeling at best, it's not credible."

Aoba Hitomi glanced at the coffee on the table, got up and took it to the tea room.

When cleaning the cup, she asked, "So your words... you should want to confirm your 'intuition'?"

"Well. I'll ask someone to check his recent call records, his commute route, the people he's in contact with... and so on." The voice in the earphone sounded laziness: "I found out that he changed his phone to a new one. , I don't know if the old phone is broken."

"Do you even remember what phone he used before?"

"Ah, it's not. It's just incidental in the file. Don't ask why you use that kind of thing in the file~ Actually, the phone model is the same, but... it's brand new."

An apartment in Sendai

The apartment door was quietly opened, and the woman stepped into the house on high heels.

She didn't rush to do anything, but took off her shoes while leaning against the wall.

After walking around the entrance, he changed his coat and hung up his bag.

At this point, she took the small glass bottle and walked into the living room.

Inside the glass bottle are a pair of eyeballs she just recovered from a certain school - as for the name of the school?She can't remember, that kind of thing...what's the point?

"By the way, I have to contact 'sister'."

She smiled and poured herself a glass of water, and after drinking it, she took the glass bottle to the bathroom to remove her makeup.

The sound of water flow sounded, and the water droplets splashed on the mirror in front of him.

The woman lowered her head and pulled the towel over her face. After pressing it, she took off the towel.

The man in the mirror is...

Kinoshita love.

She stared at herself in the mirror, raised her hand and touched her face as if sighing, then lowered her head and pulled her neckline away—there is still a birthmark on her chest?

Look at it this way...

Is it the same with fingerprints?

"Kinoshita love" is inexplicable, but the answer to this kind of question is not important.

The doorbell rang.

She walked towards the door subconsciously, and halfway through, she remembered that something was wrong—the identity was wrong.

She went back to the bathroom, raised her head and took off her face.

Yes, it's the face.