Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

Shiori sighed, seeing that a lot of medicines were obviously missing, and resigned herself to checking the accounts one by one.

Fortunately, although I managed it with a playful mentality at the beginning, all the medicines received were well recorded.

She has been in touch with a certain Chinese divine beast Bai Ze from another world. Although the medicinal materials she obtained from him look the same as the real medicinal materials, many of them are stronger than those on the market or even on the black market. Therefore, it needs to be kept carefully.

Originally, it was because there were hobbyists such as pharmaceutical research at home, but later I found that I also liked tinkering with these things, so I asked Shizheng to move with me.

The most important thing is that Osamu Dazai took away a species of snapdragon that does not exist in the world, and she has not tried that medicinal property...

Now for safety reasons, it seems that she can't use a purely physical lock to lock the cabinet in the future, so she should build a four-five-six-layer enchantment on it!

No, there are five, six, seven, eight curses on it!

When the books are used, she hates the few. Why didn't she collect more good books about how to protect her treasures, such as dragons or demons, which are best-selling.

Spicy Chicken Dazai!

Shiori was annoyed, holding the booklet, even the traces of writing became a little heavy.

The nib of the pen draws a deep ink mark on the paper, and because this is not absorbent paper, a black blob of ink is printed on the notebook.

Shiori was surprised that it was not very easy to use, so she picked up the pen and remembered that the pen she took out from the pocket of her clothes seemed to belong to Osamu Dazai.

Although it is an extremely expensive brand, after being dropped once... the water is particularly bad.

There really is him everywhere.

She has always heard about Dazai's suicide, but she didn't see him dabbling in these drugs when she was working, and she thought he would just jump into a river, hang himself, starve to death, or die of poverty.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it.

He is now starting to take the technical stream.

Medical bandages and the like are okay. Although Shiori feels distressed, she is not that angry. After all, she is not too short of money, and it is actually very convenient to replenish bandages.

But these things in the medicine cabinet are not a matter of money, they are really the...precious ones.

Its source and supply are very small, and the medicinal materials given by the beast seem to be impossible to buy with money in the human world. She basically uses the method of barter to exchange with him at an equal value.

Shiori even wanted to be vicious, so next time he bleeds a lot and put a flat peach here.

Although the flat peaches in Taoyuan Township are not as miraculous as those in Huaguo, eating them is definitely good for the body, such as prolonging life and prolonging life.

Suicide anyway, he can't commit suicide anyway, just give you a survival buff and simply "immortality" and keep harming the world.

Want to go to the soul world to find your good friend?dream!

Look, how kind she is, she still thinks of others when she lacks something.

Just as he was fantasizing about this "beautiful" thing in his mind, suddenly there was the sound of a mechanical collision from downstairs outside the wall.

"Hey, be careful!"

"Sorry, sorry brother."

"If you are discovered by the group of armed detective agencies in advance, you will!"

"Yes Yes……"

The man lowered his voice viciously, but there weren't many pedestrians on the road, so at least she could hear clearly.

Shiori looked out the window keenly, took a few steps against the wall, and glanced downstairs outside the house with the corner of her eye.

big occasion.

Several armed men were fully armed. Judging by the things they brought, they basically had everything from small portable wooden warehouses to medium-sized fixed-point strafing.

Surrounded by wooden warehouses and ammunition, this dilapidated office building looks unexpectedly well-arranged.

Yes, this is really the first thought, to have a face, not panic.

Think of the big events of the past few days.

Probably because after Nobuko's death, without the mind to manipulate secretly, the head of the smuggling organization who was not too smart wanted to fight back when he was dying.

According to Xinzi's behavior style, these people don't even know that their actions are all under the control of others, which is pitiful enough.

But since he has the guts and courage to go directly to the Armed Detective Agency, then Shiori should wait a little longer.

Originally, I wanted to go straight to the door now.

Shiori pulled out the previous application form from the desk drawer, took out two blank papers, and pulled the potted medicine cabinet tables and chairs against the wall inward, and began to arrange them vertically.

Looking at the posture below, it seems to mean to shoot the entire office building.

So, if the windows outside her clinic are shattered, she gets another extra income.

Shiori waited for about 10 minutes, and the blah blah started shooting.

After clearly calculating the actual amount she wrote down on the application form, she couldn't help but practice writing Fukuzawa Yukichi and Inoue Shiori. When she glanced at the paper for the last time, she found that there were exactly a few places in Shiori's name was put under Fukuzawa.

Because of the rapid movement of the pen, the hook of "Poetry" and the press of "Ze" coincidentally make up the appearance of love.

While blushing, she stared at the two names for a long time, crumpled up the two white papers, threw them into the trash can, and pulled out two brand new application forms.

No, she must get Mr. Fukuzawa's contact information before going to Tokyo!

This dilapidated-looking office building was unexpectedly quite strong, because the first target was the fourth floor, and I heard footsteps roaring past my ears like thunder.

Yazi doesn't sound very smart.

Although this building is old, it has freight elevators and elevators.

Shiori dragged her chin and sat at the desk.

"Clang-crack-"

The sound of glass shattering sounded right above Shiori's head.

Then there was the sound of continuous shooting from the wooden warehouse, and the crisp sound of the bullets from the wooden warehouse of the mechanism falling to the ground.

Noisy, noisy, the muffled sound of flesh/body colliding with hard objects.

The sound insulation of this building seems to be not very good.

She sorted out the materials one by one and took a clip.

It's weird, the third and fourth floors are so close together, the noise upstairs sounds like the whole floor has been demolished, why is her window still not broken?

While she was still wondering, the door of the clinic was kicked open roughly.

Eh?

"Excuse me, are you going the wrong way?"

"If you're looking for the Armed Detective Agency, they're on the fourth floor, and this is the third floor."

Shizhi's voice was gentle and soft. Sitting at the desk, she tilted her head slightly and smiled, which confused the intruders.

"Oh, that's a faux pas."

"It's okay, this is what I should do. Remember to knock on the door in the future, and can you help me close the door?"

With a soft tone, Shiori nodded towards the man who answered.

"Panasonic! What are you saying hello to her!"

The man in black at the head slapped his subordinate's hat, and raised the weapon in his hand.

"We didn't go wrong, we were looking for you. You—"

"Yes?"

She continued to pretend to be stupid, holding the application form and a clip, she was about to pick up a scalpel and stuffed it into her coat, her eyes were clear, and she turned to the leader with some doubts.

Not only was he not in a hurry, but he even wanted to open another one. How would he calculate the mental damage fee for being held hostage?

"You put your hands up."

"Hmm...do you mean to take me hostage?"

This price has to be calculated separately.

# # #

The head was carried up to the fourth floor, and seeing the current situation in the detective agency, Shiori said that he probably understood why they had to cross floors to find hostages.

The neatly arranged documents on the desk were flying all over the floor, the window glass was broken neatly as she expected, and the ground was scattered with bullet casings from the mechanism wooden warehouse. Xianzhi, a simple boy wearing a straw hat, was carrying a Do the portering work with a smile.

First move the lying corpses that are foaming at the mouth, staring at the eyes, or unconscious, stack them up into a hill, and throw them out of the window one by one.

The action is quite rhythmic.

"Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey—"

"You all are not allowed to move!"

Although the leader behind Shiori had guessed the general scene, he did not expect such a tragic scene to be so one-sided.

He glanced at the delicate-looking little girl who was just as high as his shoulders in front of him, and finally seemed to have found some confidence, and put his arms around her neck.

"Doctor Inoue!"

Kunikida-san was the most nervous looking one.

"good morning?"

Shiori grabbed his arm with one hand, and greeted him softly with the other hand.

"The gentleman behind me, can you relax your hand a little bit. You just want to hold me hostage so that you can escape smoothly. In fact, it's not. The best solution is to run directly when you see this scene."

"It may be more beneficial to you if you let me go."

"you shut up!"

The strength in the neck increased.

Shiori frowned a little uncomfortably.

"I advise you to listen to her best."

A voice that had never been heard before came from the desk in the middle of the space axis.

The black-haired young man was sitting on the desk with his hands behind his back. Compared with the other detective agency clerks present who had more or less signs of fighting on their bodies, he looked refreshing, more like a clerk who hadn't done anything.He even held a bottle of bozi soda in his hand, with his feet dangling in the air, swinging back and forth.

"How could you think of hijacking her? Are you an idiot? Well, sorry, you are an idiot if you use interrogative sentences."

His tone sounded quite childish, and the ending of the sentence was drawn out. Although the appearance of sitting on the desk was not polite, it unexpectedly matched his temperament.

It's not annoying at all, but it makes Shiori feel a little friendly.

"If you make her angry, sir, the leader of the smuggling organization, you will be miserable."

That's right, the serious look of threatening people but no one believes it is also very similar to her family's dagger.It's not the appearance and voice, or something more external, but the feeling that everything is clear but still maintains an innocent feeling.

She quite likes dealing with this type of people, because there is always a sense of joy in raising a younger brother.

"Huh? Sure enough, the detective agency doesn't take us little characters seriously—"

He seemed to have misunderstood the meaning of the black-haired youth's words, and became more emotional.

Shiori only felt that she didn't want to accept the strength of her neck. She put her fingers into her pockets and attached a thin layer of spiritual power to the scalpel.

Using force with one hand, using his right leg as the axis, he threw the man forward, and the other hand held the scalpel tightly against his neck.The shoe stepped on his chest, and with a back kick, he kicked off the wooden cang branch from the hands of the followers behind him.

"I'm sorry, sir, you just used a bit too much strength, I don't really want to cooperate with you."

who I am?where am i?What should I do?

The man who only remembered the upside-down man felt the coolness on his neck.

"Look, let me tell you."

The young man who had just raised his voice to remind him raised his bottle of soda pop that he had already drunk.

"Haruno—I've finished drinking this, help me take out the beads."

"Okay, Mr. Ranpo."

"This, can I leave it to you to deal with?"

Shiori stomped on a few more times and knocked the person unconscious before moving away.

"Well, thank you, Miss Shiori."

Kenji cheerfully took over the "corpse" and finally threw him down.

"Ah, I seem to have forgotten that there are people behind."

Shiori turned around naturally, but found that there were almost no enemies standing behind him.

"It is our fault that innocent neighbors were involved."

A low and familiar voice sounded from the door, and the man in kimono haori pushed the man who was about to sneak attack Shiori to the ground.

"Sorry, Inoue-san."

"President."

After clearing up the battlefield, the detective agency clerks who seemed a little lazy all straightened their backs, and even Ranbu, who was sitting on the desk just now and was out of shape, expressed respect to Shiori's lovely Mr. Neighbor salutes.

"No, it's fine."

Shiori suddenly remembered the last reminder that Nobuko gave her before leaving.

[Remember to look around, that gentleman...maybe very close to you. 】

[If you have a chance, treat him to milk tea then. 】

"No big deal, I mean..."

Is she so close to the answer you wanted?

Not only neighbors, but even the place of work is also a neighbor.

Has Shizheng been kind enough to give away her husband to work for them?

Shiori's train of thought has become confused.

She straightened up her clothes immediately, cleared the anger wells on her face, and pressed the exposed corner of the receipt into the pocket of her white coat.

She originally wanted to pay another mental damage fee for this matter.

but now--

What money, what bike!

She even felt that Osamu Dazai did this on purpose to annoy her, and she discovered this surprise when she wanted to rush forward to find someone to reason with.

A warm smile like the warm sun reflexively appeared on Shizhi's face.

"It's okay, President Fukuzawa."

"Well, can I buy you a cup of tea?"

God knows, what is she doing? !