Sushi, fried chicken, yakitori, oden...
Although the portion of each item is not large, it is indeed quite rich as a midnight snack.
Hayashi and Eri each opened a bottle of beer.
"How are you feeling today, Hayashi?"
"I'm very happy, Auntie Eri."
"That would be great."
Hearing this, Eri seemed somewhat relieved. She looked into Hayashi's eyes, resting her elbows on the table to support her face, and picked up the beer glass with her other hand.
"cheers."
She smiled with her eyes narrowed.
"cheers."
The two glasses touched each other, and the white foam swayed along with the wine.
Eri picked up a skewer of oden and tasted it.
Maybe because she felt that the food she hadn't eaten for a long time was still delicious, she looked like she was in a particularly good mood.
Hayashi also tasted it.
"The fried chicken here is always delicious, but it's a little soft after being left for a long time."
"Yeah, but it's still delicious."
"Has Aunt Eri encountered any difficult cases recently?"
"It's not that difficult, but I have a lot of commissions during this period. In order to focus on them, I turned down several subsequent consultations."
"Being a lawyer is hard."
"Yeah, but if that's the case, Hayashi, you're the same. You've been locking yourself in the house to create for a while, so you must be very tired..."
When Eri said this, she held a wine glass in her hand, her bright eyes smiling: "Take a good rest after the new work is released. Why don't you consider going out for some fun?"
"Well, I will take a break for a while, but if I were to ask where to go for fun..."
Hayashi really hadn't thought about the problem.
To say that he locked himself up in the room to create is actually an exaggeration... He merely adapted the work "The Case Files of Young Kindaichi" into a novel, but plagiarism is plagiarism, and he neither feels complacent nor feels hypocritically guilty.
For him, writing mystery novels is just a convenient means of advancement.
Hayashi's thoughts made Eri somewhat concerned.
She unconsciously slowed down her voice:
"Don't stay at home all the time. Make more friends and go out to have fun occasionally."
"I have this idea."
"Really? Hayashi must have been approached by many girls outside. As long as the girl is nice, Auntie will support her."
"...Unfortunately, I haven't met anyone I like yet."
"It turns out that handsome guys have high standards."
"..."
Hayashi was speechless.
Eri rarely makes such witty remarks.
She was always very serious and a little difficult to approach in front of others, but she was very gentle to Hayashi...
The reason is indeed because of Hayashi's parents who have passed away in this world. According to Hayashi's understanding, his mother and Aunt Eri are cousins with a very good relationship.
Kisaki Eri poured beer into the glass again.
The two chatted about some trivial matters, and the atmosphere between the aunt and nephew became close. Then Hayashi suddenly asked:
"By the way, does Aunt Eri know about invisible ink?"
"Invisible ink?"
Eri was stunned for a moment, then she began to think, "Are you talking about the special ink that leaves no trace when writing, and only shows the trace under a purple light?"
"Yes, where can I buy this ink?"
"I think any regular stationery store will have it. I remember it was quite popular among elementary school students for a while."
"OK."
"Why are you asking about this all of a sudden? Is this a setting that will be used in the next new work?"
Eri laughed and added, "It seems that there are some inks made of chemicals. I'm not sure about this, but I can ask for you if you need it. But if you are not picky about the conditions of use, milk can also be used."
"I know about milk."
Hayashi also smiled and said: "By taking advantage of the high temperature denaturation property of protein, the words written in milk can be revealed by baking them under a lighter."
"Yes, so if you just use high temperature to reveal the writing, many materials will work."
"I'll try them all."
Hayashi nodded in agreement.
It was already a little after eleven o'clock when they finished their midnight snack. It was not too late, so Hayashi got up and helped Eri clean up.
"Okay, that's it. Hayashi, you should also go to bed early." Eri sent Hayashi to the door.
"Well, I should be able to get a good night's sleep tonight."
"That's right, see you tomorrow."
"Good night, Aunt Eri."
"Good night."
With Eri watching him, Hayashi returned to his own rented house opposite.
Although I drank some wine today, it didn't have much impact.
After closing and locking the door, Hayashi felt peace in his heart.
Auntie Eri is indeed a very attractive woman…
He thought about it, took out a box of milk from the refrigerator and returned to his bedroom.
——It's time to start a new experiment.
The invisible ink he just asked about was an idea he had had a long time ago.
According to the rules of the Death Note, as long as words can be left on the note, any tool will do, such as cosmetics and blood.
But for notes to be effective, they must be written clearly and distinctly.
However, words written with invisible ink usually have no traces, so according to the rules of the Death Note, its effects cannot be triggered... Then if the hidden handwriting is made clear through high-temperature baking, whether the effect of the Death Note will be triggered is a situation that is worth a try.
Hayashi sat in front of the computer desk, tearing a page from the black notebook and picking up the pen without any hesitation.
Write the target's name -
The disturbance caused by using the Death Note to kill people was not much greater in his heart than the disturbance caused by crushing mustard seeds with a millstone.
Hayashi is not Light.
He has no desire to be a Kira, and has no interest in becoming the god of the new world.
He just wants to do what he wants.
——Get everything he wants, eliminate everything that he finds annoying, and live a stable but interesting and free life. That is the direction he wants to go.
"People who are confident that they can control their own lives can also control the lives of others."
The handsome face is calm and peaceful.
The atmosphere that filled his entire body at this moment was as quiet as death.
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