I met a handsome guy at a party organized by colleagues in the company.
He didn't seem to be good at talking. Several girls tried to talk to him, but they always got left in the cold, so I ignored them.
Later, we made several appointments. He was very shy. When he was shy, he would always stare at my hands and would not do anything rude to me. He was very boring and well-behaved.
He was really to my liking, and even if I later saw that he was impatient, deliberately sarcastic and wanted to break up with me, I didn't want to give up on this relationship.
Until one day I followed him and found him dating a nightclub girl! Just as I was about to explode, I saw him kill the woman.
He also saw me, and he was still holding the woman's hand.
He looked at me with a complicated expression, his beautiful violet eyes full of guilt and pain, and he looked so fragile and pitiful.
He said he did it for me, so I hugged him and reassured him that it was not his fault.
I know he lied to me, but it doesn't matter. We all have our own little secrets. Mature social people should be considerate of each other and allow each other to have their own private space.
He stayed at my house that night, and we finally had the opportunity to open up and get to know each other deeply... The price was that my house was bombed, and I had to report a gas explosion to the police.
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Two killers play each other, the story of Mr. And Mrs. Moro Ouchi.
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Mr. & Ms. KIRA, third person in the text.
Mission: Love can influence everything
