I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

——Asakura Teru and Shan Makoto still slept well, as if this was their home.

Teru Asakura can understand, but Makoto Makoto...

Is he not afraid or alert?

Kira Yoshikage pulled the sliding door of the living room and turned back to the room.

There is one thing that must be done before falling asleep - it is the fixed action that indicates that he is going to sleep.

Wash, warm milk, soft exercise.

Nothing is missing, only then can he sleep peacefully.

Hopefully, for him today, "sleeping peacefully" is not a luxury.

He poured the milk into the cup and set the microwave time in a slow manner.Then, he looked up at the dining table - on April [-], Lilith and Azusa Sasaki helped to take care of the dishes, and the waterproof tablecloth that Yoshikage Yoshikage liked was wiped clean. on the back of the chair.

For today's dinner, Kira Yoshikage was quite satisfied - even if it was a little noisy.

But for the finishing touches after dinner...

Unfortunately, Kira Yoshikage was not satisfied.

"Ding--"

The milk in the microwave is hot, and it seems that I was distracted when I set the heating time, and the milk was heated for an extra minute.

When Kira Yoshikage's hand touched the wall of the cup, he subconsciously shrank back.

He lowered his eyes and stood there for a while, deciding to wait.

He went back to his room, picked up the letter that he had thrown on the table after returning, and spread it out.

The letter was unexpectedly short—

[Mr. Kira, I know your secret.I think you need me to shut up, it's simple, I want money. 】

Please take a leave of absence, tomorrow morning

I went to my relative's house for dinner after get off work in the evening. After my father and uncles finished drinking, my mother and aunts finished chatting, and I ordered this when I got home orz

I'm so sleepy, I slept first today, I'll wake up tomorrow, sorry orz

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Chapter 063

When Kuan Tai arrived home, the time had entered the second day.

He had been making noise all day in Kira Yoshikage, and he didn't even take a nap. At this moment, he was sleeping soundly on his mother's shoulder.

The young woman gently placed him on the bed and covered him with a small blanket.

She didn't look like she was going to sleep, so she closed the window of the master bedroom, turned on the humidifier, and then turned on the air conditioner.After doing this, she took off the corduroy jumpsuit on Kuanta's body and put on pajamas.

She went out with Kanda's jumpsuit and sat down in the dim study.

Seemingly not sleepy, the young woman sat there for quite a while.Then, she took out something from the back pocket of Kuan Tai's jumpsuit - it was a small voice recorder with a thin clip at the end to ensure that it wouldn't be in Kuan Tai's side. Falling out of the toss all day.And the amount of time the battery can supply it is ridiculously high, helping her not miss any useful information.

She reached out and tapped the tape recorder a few times, looking up at the open door of the study.

After just a few seconds of pause, he got up and closed the door of the study, then locked it.

In the small study, only the little-finger-sized screen of the recording pen was left with a faint blue glow.

Pinning the strands of hair hanging from the side of her face behind her ears, the young woman began to examine the results of the day.

"...hand, what hand?"

The voice of the old man came from the recorder.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered that an old man indeed lived in Kira's house—probably someone like Kira Yoshikage's father.

The woman frowned and continued to listen.

"Where did you know that?"

"Who else did you talk to?"

"...Good boy, come here." The sound quality was somewhat damaged across the recorder.But the woman still heard the danger in the old man's words, which was not hidden, but too deep and subtle for a young child.

A vibrating sound came from the recorder.

It's probably a cell phone or something, maybe on a desk or a coffee table.

It doesn't matter, anyway... presumably the phone?

The old man's voice disappeared, and there was a long silence from the recorder.

After a while, she heard the sound of something being placed on the table—combined with the previous sound, it was probably a mobile phone.

After putting down the phone, the old man seemed to have forgotten Kuanta's open mouth before. He started watching TV and turned it on so loudly that the woman could hear her son from time to time, that is Kuanta playing with the toys. the sound of.

She listened quietly for a while and found that there was no information available.

I checked the recording time and determined that it was probably noon, so I adjusted the fast forward.

Until she estimated that the recording time was about two or three o'clock in the afternoon, another voice finally came out of the recorder.