After I retired, I became a Butei clerk

"Eri-chan, lighten up, hey, hey, it hurts."

Osamu Dazai sat on the sofa, letting Shiratori Eri change the bandages and medicine for him, crying out for pain from time to time, thinking about the strength of his hand, Shiratori Eri could only carefully adjust his strength again and again, and finally managed to find it. Appropriate force.

Now she is the one standing next to Osamu Dazai half bent down for convenience, removing the bandage around his neck. She doesn't know what's going on with him. When she was about to do something, Osamu Dazai's upper body suddenly wanted to move back. Niao Erri pawed and pulled with her hand, and pressed it on his shoulder, which made him cry out in pain again.

"Senior, you have a lot of injuries."

In addition to the bruises and redness on the face, the ones on the hands, the neck, and even the back and shoulders, but seeing that Osamu Dazai had folded his arms to cover himself, he was determined not to let her take off his clothes, otherwise he would rather die than submit Shiratori Eri silently stopped his hands and looked at him, and finally retreated under the expression of his eyes showing that if you move again, I will cry for you.

Forget it, if he really dares to cry for himself, it will be a headache, she is not good at coaxing people.

Shiratori Eri took the initiative to back away, handed the potion and bandages to him, sat back on the sofa in another place, and asked Dazai Osamu softly.

"So, how did the seniors do this?"

Eri Shiratori always felt that Osamu Dazai's injury had something to do with what happened at work today.

This morning, Atsushi Nakajima took Izumi Kyoka, who woke up and wanted to eat soup tofu, out for dinner. At the same time, he wanted to ask the person behind her, but he never came back. After investigation, he was also caught by the mafia. When several people in the club disagreed, the president made a final decision and stopped all work to rescue Atsushi Nakajima. In the end, Doppo Kunikida successfully rescued the two.

Eri Shiratori has been watching the development of things from the sidelines, and these things have occupied the detective agency for a day, but when she returned home, she saw Osamu Dazai, who was also suspected of being captured by the Mafia, watching her at her door. The wind chime was in a daze, so she took advantage of the opportunity to invite him in to rest, and according to his request, first cook him delicious food suitable for the injured.

Originally changing the bandages and medicine was going smoothly, but now Dazai Osamu suddenly resisted inexplicably, so she could only watch him struggling to change it by himself, Shiratori Eri couldn't help but sigh.

"Is it because of the Mafia and Nakajima-kun?"

Osamu Dazai was still whimpering and changing the bandages, but seeing Shiratori Eri sigh, his hands stiffened imperceptibly, and then he replied as if nothing had happened.

"It was just accidentally beaten."

"Ok?"

Shiratori Eri hugged a blue pillow, motioning for him to continue talking.

Her home has recently been redecorated for convenience, and many things have been added. After replacing the bandage on her neck, Osamu Dazai imitated her, hugged a very cute brown warbler pillow, put his chin on it, and looked serious He said calmly, "Eri-chan, you don't know how terrible things have happened to me."

"I'm listening."

Seeing that his complexion was still not very good, and there was no blood, Shiratori Eri poured himself a cup of tea, poured a cup of boiling water for Dazai Osamu, put some wolfberry, and waited for his answer seriously.

Seeing that he was forced to imitate Eri Shiratori to drink special water for maintenance, the expression on Dazai Osamu's face froze for a moment, but he continued to speak firmly, as if he was talking about some anecdote that he had personally experienced, "I was It was beaten by a mature slug, and he instantly turned into a black dwarf, he was beaten by such a powerful thing."

"Is it very strong, no wonder it hurts so much."

"It hurts to death. Obviously people are most afraid of pain, right? That little guy is too much. Then Eri-chan, for the sake of his injury, can you make crabs for me next time?"

Osamu Dazai clasped his hands together, and made a request to Shiratori Eri through the pillow.

Seeing that he was still smiling, Shiratori Eri was silent for a moment, and then spoke in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, senior, I didn't protect you well."

She obviously promised you, but she didn't do it, but she will never do it next time.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head in confusion.

Seeing him like this, Shiratori Eri didn't say much, and then said seriously, "Although I understand senior's love for crabs, please allow me to solemnly refuse. Senior is injured, it's better to take a good rest."

Osamu Dazai, who asked to be called back, froze for a moment, lay down on the sofa with his pillow in his arms and looked at the ceiling, and stretched out his voice, "Well, let's heal your wounds, who made Eri-chan's dishes so delicious, even without crab meat? It's ok, but not too spicy."

"Don't worry, senior."

Shiratori Eri is very confident to guarantee that she has learned cooking for a long time from Fusangshin who are good at cooking, such as Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada and Utasen Kanesada, and she is still very good at healthy and delicious dishes.

After all, there are still many Fu Sangshen who liked to be grandpas in Honmaru, and because there are Fusangshen who have a childlike personality and body in Honmaru, she also knows all kinds of Japanese and Western desserts.

So during the time you live here, I can definitely take care of you.

"That's great."

"But speaking of which, is Eri-chan planning to buy a car?"

After discussing eating and drinking and preparing to rest in the guest room, Osamu Dazai picked up the magazine introducing cars on the table in front of Shiratori Eri, slowly flipped through them in the living room, and asked curiously.

"Yes, I am going to learn how to drive, and I can go out to play by myself in the future, which is very convenient."

"Oh." Osamu Dazai continued to ask, "Does Eri-chan have a favorite choice? I recommend this."

With his slender fingers, he pointed to the car that was more suitable for girls. The blue car made him feel that it would match Shiratori Eri very well.

"It's pretty good too." Eri Shiratori glanced at the brand he had chosen, and drew a circle on the vehicle he chose with a water-based pen.

Seeing that Eri Shiratori was willing to consider this model, Osamu Dazai didn't say anything more, although he could use words to make her choose a car according to her own wishes, but that would be very meaningless and not an important thing.

"Yeah, there's more..."

He jumped to other topics with great interest, Shiratori Eri listened to him, and occasionally answered a few words, the two sat in the living room chatting like this, until the position of the clock was a little late, Dazai Osamu was sleepy Rubbing her face, "Eri-chan, I'm going to rest first."

"Good night then."

Eri Shiratori sat on the sofa very calmly, pointed out the location of the guest room to Dazai Osamu, looked at his back when he went upstairs, and said, "Senior, there is a bathroom and a medicine box in the guest room, remember to clean all the injured parts. Bandage it again after bathing."

"Oh."

Osamu Dazai didn't look back, just waved his hand.

He casually walked to his room, carefully avoided the area that Shiratori Eri had bandaged while taking a bath, then applied medicine to the injured area on his back and tied it up before lying on the soft bed, the wound that was properly treated was very painful Weak, so that he can close his eyes and sleep happily.

There are still a few tough battles to be fought, and we still need to recharge our batteries.

As for him discovering a little secret of Eri-chan again this time, well, I'll talk about it later.

Seeing that the lights in the guest room were dimmed, Shiratori Eri got up from the sofa and walked to her bedroom. While washing, she threw away the clothes that had the top button missing at some point. She didn't care that the button fell on the Where, anyway, there is a new professional suit temporarily replaced, and tomorrow will not delay things.

As for the blood-stained one, she doesn't want it anymore.