I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

Sendai Metropolitan Police Department

It's been a little bad recently.

Kirihara Misaki put down the pen, turned the computer screen to the other side, and closed his eyes.

Saying it's in a bad state doesn't seem accurate.

"Obviously I was very motivated a few days ago..."

Misaki Kirihara murmured, opened his eyes and stood up.

After looking out the window for a while, she decided to walk around the office for a while, which was refreshing.

Akito Tanaka passed by the door of Yukihara Misaki's office with coffee, and glanced inside suspiciously.

'The team leader is not quite right recently'

Akito Tanaka thought about it, and then came back with the coffee, staring at Misaki Kirihara and blinking.

The female body found a few days ago has been identified.

The other party is a 32-year-old artist from the city of Sendai City.

But in fact, she didn't have any works that she took out, and the quoted name was found on the Internet... Except for her own social network accounts, there was no special information.

But she herself seems to be a passionate, hopeful mass-produced work.

until death.

Ah, this painter is the female corpse found just above Yoshikage Kira's apartment the other day.

Obviously at that time... Leader Kirihara was in good condition.

No, it's good and a little too much.

Akito Tanaka held the cup and frowned slightly—after accepting that case, the leader of Kirihara looked over-energized, as if he wanted to solve all the backlogged cases in one go.

But these two days...

Misaki Kirihara was losing energy day by day, as if... life was hopeless.

Just like today.

Akito Tanaka put down the cup and took a file from his desk, and walked into Misaki Kirihara's office: "Team Leader Kirihara, here's a new one..."

"Put it on the table."

Before Tanaka Akito could finish speaking, Misaki Kirihara waved his hand to interrupt him.

—Look, like today.

Akito Tanaka calmly glanced at the documents piled up on Misaki Kirihara's desk - work progress: 20%...probably not at all.

"By the way, what time is it?" Kirihara Misaki asked suddenly.

"1:50."

"Huh? It's so early?" Misaki Kirihara looked a little disappointed, and went back to the desk and sat down with his forehead sighed: "Just hurry up and get off work..."

Tanaka Akito looked worried, nodded slightly towards her and turned away.

——I can't get off work on time today, and the leader of Kirihara knows that...

Moreover, with her work efficiency today, I'm afraid she won't be able to get off work before 0:[-].

'Shouldn't...'

Akito Tanaka looked back at Misaki Kirihara - 'Too much pressure? '

What a boring lunch.

When Kira Yoshikage left the western restaurant, the noisy voices of Teru Asakura and Eri Endo still echoed in his ears.

The well-fed and well-fed hairless cat walked with graceful steps, and followed Kira Yoshikage unhurriedly, raising its tail and shaking it.

Look down at the time—hands point to 1:30 pm.

The changes in Endo Eri just now continued.

No, to be precise, the little bug at her fingertips has been undergoing a single transformation—the abdominal cavity is constantly expanding.

It was like a deformed tumor, hanging from Endo Eri's fingertips.

But she didn't notice it herself, and occasionally raised her hand and fiddled with her hair in a pretentious manner.

——Maybe it is not suitable to develop in the entertainment industry if you have ambition and brain power.

correct.

Ambition?

is it possible?

That kind of intangible, non-physical things can also be used as nourishment?

Nothing seems impossible.

Kira Yoshikage looked down at the hairless cat - after all, cats can write these days.