I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

However, Xiao Ren, who is inexperienced, will not force it, and always stops before the atmosphere becomes awkward, and says goodbye to him with a smile.

Then.

Why would such a small forbearance make several consecutive calls at night, with silent anxiety and perseverance?

——Of course Yoshikage Kira doesn't know why.

He put down his mobile phone, and was not in the mood to spare time to take care of a young girl.

Raising his hand to look at his neatly trimmed but somewhat long nails, Kira Yoshikage opened the drawer and took out the nail clippers.

Almost at the same time, the phone on the desk rang.

- Still a little ninja.

"Da da..."

Kira Yoshikage raised his index finger and tapped on the table twice, and finally picked up the phone.

"It's me, what's wrong?"

While doing meaningless things horizontally and vertically, Kira Yoshikage picked up the glass and went to the kitchen to get some water.

"Ah, Senior Kira, it's me... Shinobu." Probably even she realized that it was a bit late, and Shinobu's voice was hesitant and apologetic: "I'm so sorry, it's so late... ..."

"It's alright." Kira Yoshikage replied softly and went straight to the topic: "Is there something? I saw you called me several times, and I was just about to call back." - He told a harmless little lie .

"...there is indeed something."

Xiao Ren's voice was very soft, even a little muffled - it was probably a phone call from hiding under the quilt.

Kira Yoshikage thought so, "Yeah".

"Uncle he..." Xiao Ren's voice revealed cautiousness, and tentatively asked: "Is your health okay?"

"Ok?"

Ji Liang Yoshikage raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words, and then frowned: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Ah...maybe a little rude."

With a deep apology in Xiao Ren's voice, he hesitated: "I saw my uncle this afternoon. He..."

Kira Yoshikage could hear Shinobu on the other end of the phone taking a deep breath, as if mentally preparing for the next words.

"He's standing at the door alone...it's like he's talking to someone...talking to himself...I..." Xiao Ren's voice was getting softer, but she could hear her words. Zhong is with kindness: "Do you want Senior Ji Liang to... make time to accompany your uncle?"

A man talking to himself?

Ji Liang Yoshikage raised his eyebrows, not wanting to turn the "frowning" action into a habitual action-after all, it seemed too unapproachable.

so...

'Words of a man talking to himself...'

what...

'Yes and...'Fukada Risha', right? '

Ji Liang Yoshikage thought so, and returned to the room with the cup: "I see, thank you for telling me about this."

"Ah, it's okay... I just happened to see it, if I don't say it..." Xiao Ren smiled a little embarrassedly: "If I don't say it... It feels like I have done something bad."

Kira Yoshikage whispered and thanked him again.

The two did not have any gossip to chat with. Ji Liang Yoshikage patiently said "social etiquette" to Xiao Ren back and forth, and then hung up the phone.

and so.

Ji Liang Yoshikage opened the software on the mobile phone connected to the gate monitoring to find out today's monitoring playback.

So——Fukada Risa is indeed dead, but its stand-in seems...to make her "alive" in another form?

There are too few known conditions.

Don't jump to conclusions, and don't interfere with your thinking.

Thinking like this, Kira Yoshikage stared at Kuai Fang's monitor and subconsciously wanted to frown—before the "frowning" action took shape, he raised his hand and rubbed his brows in time—I said, don't frown often.

There is nothing wrong with what Xiao Ren said.

In the surveillance - that is, in the sight of ordinary people, his father was indeed talking to himself at the door with a polite smile.

Probably... in my father's sight, the person standing opposite him is Fukada Risha, right?

What else does she want to do?

No.

Or...what does her "daydream" want to do?

OK OK.

Whatever it is, if you can "read the air"... just stop.

- Yoshikage Kira is not a patient, overly kind person.

Late night belongs to the night walkers.