I'm Really a Good Person

On the seventh day when I ran out of inspiration, a group of menacing men in black suits broke into my room. They claimed to be local gangsters and came to interrogate me about my relationship with the mysterious disappearance of my neighbor. My hands were tied behind my back, and the rough rope was painful, but I didn't care much about it because... "Three days?" I looked at them strangely, "But she died seven days ago." Yes, my neighbor died in his home seven days ago. His neck was cut, and his eyes were wide open. Blood dripped from her throat, gurgling, gurgling, like countless frogs croaking noisily in the heavy rain. That day, my inspiration just ran out. And now... Fukami looked at the boy who walked into the narrow rental house against the light. He was wearing a black suit, had soft short hair and kite-colored eyes, and was wrapped in bandages. He was feared by others. He walked over casually, looking down at the man who looked up in embarrassment, with a beautiful smile on his face. On this day, Fukami's inspiration surged like a fountain. Description: ①Third person text, suspense reasoning, unorthodox mystery novel ②cp Dazai Osamu, no other cp except official cp ③ I have to work three times. Due to the particularity of the reasoning, I need to finish writing a story and fix bugs before it can be released. The updates in the middle may be unstable. ④The combat power has been adjusted to avoid deus ex machina. If the plot is unclear or there are bugs, please give me feedback. Thank you! Intention: People can torture out sin from innocence, and they can also torture out innocence from sin. The most precious thing about human beings is that they have the courage to transcend fate and the spirit of sacrificing their lives.