Naomi Misaki gasped a little, pushed the table off the bed, walked to the balcony, moved the chair from the ward to the balcony outside the hospital room, and basked in the sun, feeling dizzy.
The hot sun beat down on her stiff body, and Naomi Misaki felt cold.
He may die soon.
As someone who was involved in the death, I knew it would be a tragic death, but it must have been difficult for the parents to understand.
How will Korean Alliance investigators report the cause of his death to his parents? Will he tell the truth that he had been "cursed" by the anomaly, so he dumped the body overnight so there would be no ashes?
Or will they pretend to be law enforcement and tell him he's missing and missing? So on what grounds should he be claimed missing?
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After some time, Misaki Naomi realized that her imagination was actually very rich. Maybe I can write and submit a light novel sooner, win an award, and make my debut...and maybe I'll be reunited with my uncle. When the time came, he could take care of his uncle.
By the way, my uncle is an expert in this business. Every time he goes on a mission, he es close to dying. He must be good at writing suicide notes, right?
Well, if she marries me, she can't be an investigator anymore.
After all, a wife cannot live without her husband, and children cannot live without their father in their childhood.
Naomi Misaki's imagination is truly rich.
After sitting outside on her balcony for more than 10 minutes, Naomi Mitsuki wiped her eyes and returned to her house. He couldn't think about it anymore. He needs to finish writing his will by today. If it had been late, he wouldn't have been so lucky.
So Naomi Mitsusaki decided to ask people on the internet for advice. He searched for "will template" and found many essay samples. He looked at them one by one, but still did not expect to read them. One day I was fascinated by the suicide note.
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