I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

This is just a 19-year-old young man, but he has encountered things that many people may not encounter in their lives.

Kira Yoshikage raised his head when he heard the words, and he saw expressions like "pity" and "pity" in Kishimoto Castle's eyes.

Unfortunately.

- Yoshikage Kira doesn't need these.

He got up and nodded with an obedience: "I know Mr. Kishimoto, I won't go out at will recently. If there is news from the police, please notify me immediately." Saying that, Ji Liang Yoshikage showed a bitter look: " Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep well."

If you can't sleep well...that's bad.

"That's for sure, don't worry!"

......

Kira Yoshikage came out of the publishing house, and his eyes swept across the busy streets, the vehicles that stopped on the side of the road, and the pedestrians passing by—everything was normal.

He lifted his foot and walked towards the tram stop.

Finally, half a month after Uehara Misaki's incident ended, his peaceful life was broken again.

Will someone die before him?

Kira Yoshikage didn't care - what he cared about was that he would go to the Metropolitan Police Department to make a transcript after becoming a witness.

Will ordinary people have the opportunity to take notes frequently?

The answer is obviously no - then neither should Kira Yoshikage.

He looked ahead and walked with a clear purpose. There were still about 200 meters left, and he arrived at the tram stop. When he got home, the time would pass peacefully and aimlessly. This is the most perfect.

"Look! There's someone up there!"

The passer-by beside Yoshikage Kira suddenly pointed to the top floor of the shop.

Then—

"boom!----"

A person smashed in front of Kira Yoshikage.

"Someone committed suicide!"

"Call an ambulance! Call the police!!"

"Get out of the way!"

"..."

Kira Yoshikage looked at the corpse on the ground, frowned and looked away.

He remembered the letter - a coincidence?Or...the other party's efficiency is really so high?

If it's the latter...then just imagine-

'This guy should have been following me, but I didn't notice the prying eyes'

——Thanks to the people of Tian Zhongqiu, Yoshikage Kira has been particularly sensitive to prying eyes recently.Of course, it does not rule out that the other party is a professional stalker.

'But if it's not a stalker, then that person at least knows when Kishimoto will contact him'

——Yoshikage Kira is more inclined to this kind of inference. After all, it is more efficient to stare directly at Kishimoto Castle than to prepare the victim in advance and then follow him until he confirms that the content of the letter has been conveyed.

Kira Yoshikage rubbed the pulp of his index finger with his thumb and looked down at his suit.

Then, he frowned sharply.

The splattered blood left little red spots on his suit—tsk!It looks like I'll have to take a detour to the dry cleaners when I go back.

Chapter 003 Newcomers to the Editorial Department

The police and ambulances arrived quickly, and the scene was quickly separated by an isolation belt.

The people watching the lively around sighed and pointed at the corpse on the ground, saying things like "I really don't understand", "I'm still so young", "What can't I think about?" "There will always be a way out of life".

Kira Yoshikage retreated outside the isolation zone, glanced at the body again, and followed the police aside.

He simply explained what he had seen, but focused on the policeman who had taken evidence from the roof next to him.

A suicide note was left at the scene - it seems that it was because of the loss of expectations for life.

Stair surveillance showed that she was going upstairs alone - after a slight calculation of the time she fell, she was at the top of the building for about 40 minutes before finally making the decision.

but!

40 minutes.

It was the time when Yoshikage Kira went from the restaurant to the publishing house and then came out.

So...

After all, everything in this world is made up of countless coincidences.

Or, is everything man-made?

- Doubtful.

The corpse on the ground was carried away in a body bag by medical staff, and the blood on the ground was still shocking.