I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

Fukada Risha was wrapped in a thin blanket, holding the "face demon" and frowning.

She still wants to analyze Kira Yoshikage, and wants to know whether his "love" is the same as hers.

But obviously, she definitely couldn't ask Ji Liang Jiying with a smile on her face on a sunny day: "Will Jiying chop off her favorite hand for collection?"

- Neuropathy does this.

She has a more convenient way.

Under the dim light, Fukada Risa frowned and looked at the name engraved on the "face demon" - what she remembered... Among the stand-in messengers who feed the "face demon", there is a personal ability that is very suitable for looking back - kind of targeted.

That person seemed to be a famous editor, and stayed on that night forever on a certain night that invited Risha Fukada to spend the night with.

"what do you say that is?"

Fukada Risha frowned slightly, her face almost pure confusion.

Since getting the "face demon", she has provided so much nourishment to the "face demon" that it is difficult for her to think of the name of a supporting role that is not necessary.

"clatter,"

"clatter,"

"clatter!......"

Fukada Risha's nails kept hitting the "face demon", the sound was heavier than the sound, and it seemed crisp and abrupt at night.

There are nearly [-] names engraved on the inside of the "face monster". To be honest, it is not easy to remember the faces of these "fodder" one by one - especially when Fukada Risha doesn't care.

Yes, she was convinced that she would not be able to use the abilities of any substitute messenger in "Face Demon".In fact, it has never been used so far-because it was useless, the old Fukada Risha only needed to call the name of "feed" to get the response he wanted.

She never thought that one day she would want to get to know someone, it was a miscalculation.

Fukada Risha reviewed everything in the past and counted the details as much as possible, and time passed quietly in this silence.

"...Er...Eric!"

"Yes, it should be this name!"

When the wall clock on the wall reached 3 in the morning, Fukada Risha finally remembered that irrelevant name.

She held the "face demon" and called Eric's name, and covered the "face demon" on her face.

The next moment, she was no longer Fukada Risha, but a handsome western man named Eric with a melancholy brow.

Eric's stand-in is called "Old Movie".

Risa Fukada is a very gifted person—in a subtle way, indeed.

As she recalled Eric's name taboo, she also thought of Eric's "confession" on that dimly lit, ambiguous night.

——"Old Movie", just like its name, can turn a person's life trajectory into a movie clip to play.

The "old movie" exists in the form of an old projector.

It is a pity that it cannot play back all the life trajectories of a person. It can only intercept 3 segments of life. The time interval of each trajectory cannot exceed 300 days, and it cannot be used repeatedly on the same person.

——There are only 3 chances.

Fukada Risha lowered her head in thought.

"The last year is absolutely necessary, so... what about the past?"

Fukada Risha looked at the "old movie" in front of her and frowned slightly - in fact, the cause of "love" is also very important, but it is difficult to trace.

She looked up at the time, and set the time to "the last year" and... "the year when Yoshikage Kira was 12 years old" - "12 years old", the age of just graduating from elementary school, the world is also very important to the world. Well, even myself, I must already have a vague understanding.

Fukada Risha doesn't hold out hope for the "12-year-old" time interval, so it's time to pass the time.

So...

The show begins.

Fukada Risa stuffed the printed photo of Yoshikage Kira into the "mouth" of the "old movie", and the rolls of film were spit out.

The next day / Sendai Metropolitan Police Department / PM13: 48

The interrogation was very quiet. To exaggerate, Kanno Ken could almost hear the sound of dust flowing and colliding with each other in the air.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he cursed Lilith on April [-]st ten thousand times in his heart. By the way, he took out his anger at Yoshikage Kira and Teru Asakura as a matter of course—but he could only stop cursing, it was too miserable, he There seemed to be nothing more to do than curse.

if not?

Are you going to die with Lilith on April [-]st? - You don't have to.

He lowered his head and glanced at the time, the frequency of his fingers tapping on the table was getting higher and higher, and the inability to control the information from the outside world made the dryness in his heart continue to rise.

"Crack."

"Squeak..."

The door of the interrogation room was slowly opened, and sunlight filtered in through the crack of the door.

Kanno Ken turned his head subconsciously, his eyes met the bright light outside, and he raised his hand subconsciously to block it in front of his eyes.

Someone was walking towards him with the light behind his back.

The walking posture of the visitor is still neat and sassy, ​​but in Kanno Ken's eyes, it can be called a slap in the face.