I just want to be a regular writer

Jiliang Jiying under the shower head always had a smile on her face—he hadn't been so pure and in a good mood for a long time.

There was peace in his heart.

Misaki Kirihara failed to fall asleep on time today.

She didn't even get off work on time.

In the middle of the night, in the Metropolitan Police Department with only a few people, Misaki Kirihara was immersed in analyzing the case files.

Miyamoto Hoshino's death is clear and clear, and the death message at the scene is directed at Professor Narita-but the deceased's indications can only give the police directions.The conviction requires reliable and convincing evidence.

Misaki Kirihara selfishly does not want Professor Narita to be a prisoner.

He was a very kind old man who occasionally said outdated jokes, and would not bring professional habits into his life when he looked at people.

Another point is that Professor Narita's achievements are very high, which means that he has countless students who have risen to fame.

In just one day's work, there were endless calls to inquire about the situation, and it was not until night fell that the landline of the Metropolitan Police Department could breathe.

Misaki Kirihara set aside Miyamoto Kono's case file and took out Misaki Uehara's.

It was obviously not a suicide case, but the one who called Uehara Misaki before the incident was a disposable mobile phone—no trace was found.

The central figure surrounding the two cases is undoubtedly Professor Narita, but it is not yet possible to handle them together.

Because there is no direct clue that they were victimized by the same person.

What's more cruel is that the number of dead is not enough to meet the standard of serial homicide.The scope of the case is not large enough, and it is also not enough to set up a task force for centralized investigation.

Misaki Kirihara sighed, rubbed his temples and took a breather, then picked up the transcript of the person involved in the case.

She has read the interrogation documents of Professor Narita countless times. What she reads now is the transcript of the first witness to the crime.

——Is a cleaner.

The cleaner is a middle-aged man, 42 years old, responsible for cleaning the villa area where Miyamoto Kono is located.

He found Miyamoto Kono at 4 o'clock this morning.

There is a suspicious point here-for personal privacy, the residents in the villa area do not allow the cleaners to come to collect garbage unless notified in advance.

On that day, the cleaner did not receive Miyamoto's notice.

What he meant was-he saw a woman while cleaning the communal roads in the community. The woman staggered forward so drunk that she even fell.

The cleaner wanted to help her out of good intentions, but he caught up and saw the woman enter the villa of Miyamoto Kono's house.

Even the cleaner knows that Miyamoto Kono's private life is so bad that he will take women home almost three days a week, and it must be today.

The cleaner was planning to leave, but he heard the sound of heavy objects falling and women's screams from Miyamoto Kono's house.

He ran in without much thought--then, he saw the body of Miyamoto Kono.

"Da da,"

Misaki Kirihara tapped his fingertips on the table twice, which means that this woman was the first witness at the crime scene.

But she didn't know why she didn't report the crime or even stayed at the scene of the crime.

"Tsk!"

Misaki Kirihara threw away the case file irritably and dialed the internal phone: "Has the community monitoring and screening finished? Find out the whereabouts of the woman as soon as possible!"

2:35 AM

A middle-aged man is standing upright under a street lamp in the villa area in the northeast of Duwang Town.

In the rainy night, only the cigarette butt at his mouth flickered, and he put himself in the shadow that the light could not take care of.

The man is about 30 years old. In his black-gray brand-name windbreaker is a rigorous three-piece suit and a deerstalker hat on his head.

The young couple who ended the drinking session in the middle of the night passed by him and looked sideways at him.

Afterwards, the girl laughed and said, "Look at that man! What is it! Dressed up like Sherlock Holmes, it's raining now~ Is he sick?"

The young man looked at the girl dozingly, took her under the umbrella, and said softly: "Leave him alone, 80% of them are drunks who can't find home after drinking too much!"

"Hehe~ I think too~"

The man finished his last cigarette and put the cigarette butt into the portable ashtray.

He no longer stared at the villa of Kirajikage's house, but turned to the little couple.

He raised his foot and took a step forward, then lowered his head thoughtfully: "Miki has been in for almost 7 hours...has it failed?"

The man looked at the villa with the lights off again, and laughed: "That is to say...Isn't Yu's failure only because she is no longer under my control?"

'Kira Yoshikage is dangerous.'

The man made a good judgment in his mind, took out his mobile phone, and typed 110 on the keyboard.

"Hello! Policeman?" The man's voice was no longer easy, but with panic.

He lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being found by something, short of breath and a trembling voice: "I just... heard the screams of women at home. Yes! Yes! It shouldn't be domestic violence. Right?"

"Yes, it's next door to my house, it's terrible."

"...I, I just went out to see...the wall, there is blood on the wall, come on!"

"Address? Yes! The address is No. 12, Villa District, Northeast of Duwang Town. Good, good!"

Hanging up the phone, the man returned to the look of ease.

So next, it depends on Sakai Miki's luck.

If she was still alive, she would be a helping hand, right?

If it dies...

"Ha ha..."

The man laughed in a low voice.

If he died, Kira Yoshikage must have no time to deal with the body, right?

Then, a hidden trouble can be solved without much effort, and Miki Sakai can be considered dead.

Thinking of this, the man drew a butterfly knife from the pocket of the windbreaker-this butterfly knife is older than that of Sakai Miki, and the blood stains in the gap are like a medal of merit.