I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

--absurd!

Kirihara Misaki took a deep breath and walked out of the office with the file.

She found something.

There is a strange liveliness in the Metropolitan Police Department - it is a quiet liveliness composed of countless sights and whispers.

"what happened?"

Misaki Kirihara took the file and photographed Akito Tanaka, who was hiding in front of the police chief's office, probing his brain.

"Ah, Captain Kirihara."

Akito Tanaka was stunned for a while, then grabbed the back of his head in embarrassment and laughed.

Afterwards, he pointed to the office with a mysterious face, and said softly, "Two strange people have come."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the police officer's office opened.

The first to come out from the inside was a pair of young boys and girls.

Their faces have obvious Western features, and the similarities in the details of their facial features are incredible.

They were looking up at Kirihara Misaki—to be precise, they were looking at the file in Kirihara Misaki's hand.

"It's 'finishing'."

"Do the handwriting identification first." The girl among them took out the case file from Misaki Kirihara and said to herself, "Although imitation is not ruled out, I hope it is him."

The teenager nodded: "I hope this line of work is worthy of our 15-hour flight. I still feel airsick."

"Go back to sleep, solving a case requires a clear brain."

"Makes sense."

After speaking, the boy and girl walked towards the main entrance holding hands as if there was no one around.

When did the Metropolitan Police start accepting children playing detective games? !

——The blue veins jumped on the forehead of Misaki Kirihara, holding the back collar of the young girl with one hand: "Who are you?! Where are your parents? It is illegal to look at the police station file without authorization! Not to mention taking the file away!"

"Ok?"

"Ok?"

The boy and girl turned their heads at the same time, looking at Misaki Kirihara in confusion.

Then, the corners of their mouths raised the same arc, and they said in unison:

"Hello, I'm Arwin, he's my brother Elway, and we're detectives."

"Hello, I'm Elway, she's my sister Arwin, and we're detectives."

——"We are here to follow 'Fixing'. If there is a case about 'Fixing' in the future, please leave it to us to handle."

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Kirihara Misaki lit his temples, reacting for a while before asking, "Who is 'Fixing'?"

"He." The girl named Arwen shook the case file in her hand and smiled: "If the handwriting is correct, this will be the 13th case."

Elway answered: "He's targeting serial killers to end serial murder cases—does the word 'crack' fit him well?"

Saying goodbye to Sato Ka, Kira Yoshikage ushered in a quiet time again.

He knew that this kind of peace was only temporary—if he wanted to continue this kind of peace, he had to deal with the [Teacher] who was hiding in a corner of Sendai City.

Kira Yoshikage leaned his chin and looked sideways at the scenery outside the window.

The young people on the playground are playing football, and the flying dust and sweat are everywhere showing their vitality.

Kira Yoshikage sincerely hopes that [Teacher] can come to the door soon.

As a result, his sleep quality will get better.

"Yo! Kira!"

An unfamiliar voice came from beside him.

Ji Liang Yoshikage frowned and lowered his eyes. After a moment, he turned his head and smiled: "April [-]st, good morning."

"Yeah~ I don't have a good morning."

On April 10, Lilith smiled and sat next to Yoshikage Kira, rubbed her neck and shrugged: "I set [-] alarm clocks, but in the end I woke up naturally and was almost late..."

Saying that, on April [-], Lilith pulled out a hard candy from her bag and said with a bright face, "Do you want to eat it?"

Kira Yoshikage glanced at the candy in her hand and shook her head with a smile.

Only then did he notice Lilith's neck on April [-].

- There is a red mark on it.

Because of the fair skin, it is particularly eye-catching.It looked... like a throat cut - but there was no wound, so it was probably an illusion.

"Ok?"