Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

Shiori, who made Akutagawa stunned for a moment, has deep merits and fame.

In particular, the little tiger in her arms was extremely cooperative, stretching out its claws obediently, sensiblely and cleverly, and pressing on Atsushi Nakajima's shoulder.

"Ow."

It seemed that he was particularly affectionate with Dun Dun, fiddled with his strange long bangs on one side, and jumped from his master's arms to his "big brother?/Brother?" arms familiarly.

"..."

Then Ni, in Atsushi Nakajima's arms, blinked innocently at Akutagawa, who had recovered his indifference, turned and walked halfway, and yelled twice in his direction because he was afraid that he would not be able to see him because he left.

Akutagawa: I was so angry, I felt like I was being despised.

"Miss QAQ Shiori..."

Your cat, ah no, tiger, has it become a sperm?

Shiori: Aren't you the tiger who became a spirit? (innocent)

"The matter is almost over now, you have been running for another night, wash up and go home to sleep."

The culprit who caused this huge misunderstanding patted the little tiger on the shoulder, but did not continue to explain.

The dawn light broke through the thick dark clouds and shone around the ruins of the Fortress.

"Its daybreak."

Shiori tilted her head and sighed as if relieved.

"Yes."

"Although there are probably no casualties among all the citizens, the streets have been damaged so badly that the civil servants will have to work hard again."

"I don't know what kind of explanation the official will release? I really want to know what story the official made up, gas explosion//explosion?"

She chuckled lightly, seeming to have some deep meaning.

"Huh? Miss Shiori..."

"There are real monsters in this world, and fiction is also everywhere. A friend who doesn't have to go to work if he doesn't go to work, and doesn't have to get up if he doesn't sleep, this time he doesn't know that he will spend a few days because of this matter. "

She turned around, raised her eyebrows and asked the man who didn't know when he changed into the sand-colored windbreaker.

"Ah, Ango's words, the vitality is extremely tenacious, obviously I have been expecting him..."

Osamu Dazai answered happily, because he had reconnected with Oda Saku, and his attitude towards Ango seemed to be a little bit better (it wasn't).

"Hey! They're all dead—"

In the distance, all members of the Armed Detective Agency gathered around Fukuzawa Yukichi and walked towards the position of Kosai.

"You seem to be fine, Kunikida-kun."

"Master...Miss Shiori, are you alright?"

As the last crayfish in the detective agency who knew the truth, he pushed his square glasses and stood up straight, looking more restrained than before.

Probably because Fukuzawa Yukichi is still his teacher?

But now she doesn't want you to be called Shi Niang either...

"Thank you for your concern, Kunikida-kun, I'm a little tired, but it's okay. Are you a little..."

"Overreacting?"

Shiori yawned, looked at the stiff young man, and suppressed his urge to think again.

Rushed to Fukuzawa Yukichi.

"Tui Tui has gone home?"

"what."

"Well, thank you Fukuzawa-kun."

"Which one of you is injured now? I'll treat you, and then you have to go home and take a shower to catch up on sleep."

She supported herself and rubbed her eyes, and nodded Liuhua at the corner of her eyes.I have been tossed by my own supernatural power for a whole night, so let them go, and don't let Akiko take over again.

"Oh, by the way, my clinic is closed tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so don't look for me, I'm not here."

With a wave of her plain hand, what she said was quite arbitrary.

"Shiori."

Akiko suddenly smiled ambiguously.

"You always feel like saying that..."

The gossiping eyes swept over the president of his friend who was next to him.

"There is a kind of illusion that opening a clinic is not for making money at all. If the purpose is achieved, even the clinic can be closed."

"To some extent, it's not unreasonable. I really don't need the money to open a clinic~"

Shiori raised her eyebrows, but she didn't mean to object.

She was busy going home to compose her growth experience and study the routines of the new generation.

Now that the relationship has been confirmed, I feel that those little fresh routines can be left aside.

"Cough cough cough."

Kunikida, who was too innocent but seemed to understand the deep meaning, coughed three times.

"Hahahahaha, Kunikida-kun, you must have been bullied by your colleagues in the detective agency because you are too serious."

# # #

Having said that, Shiori, who seemed rather slack, went home to a dessert shop the next morning after taking a warm bath to catch up on sleep.

There are a lot of desserts that Shiori paid Edogawa Ranpo in advance. In addition to some Japanese sweets produced by his own family, there is also a limited dessert shop opened by a graduate of St. Mary's College.

There are not many people in the store, but it has been a while since the store opened, and when looking at the newly displayed limited items in the window, Shiori was really sweating when calculating the stock.

"This strawberry mille-feuille, rum chestnut cake, cut red velvet...ah, and..."

The ocher-haired young man in a black top hat took out a long list from his coat pocket, from the very normal Japanese at the beginning to the French name at the end, it seemed that he felt more and more ashamed as he read it.

In addition, the child's handwriting is like a ghost drawing, and the hiragana can be recognized. The French words are probably guessed and confused according to the painting standard, which is even more incomprehensible.

Because he was originally not tall, and he restrained his aura, and he didn't wear the black suit with the MAFIA logo.

Holding a childish list in his hand, he looked like an older brother who had been asked by the younger sister of the family and had no choice but to satisfy the other party's request.

It is very kind to stand in distress by the dazzling display window.

Even the cashier lady looked over with a kind smile.

"What are these names..."

There was a little irritability in his tone, but unexpectedly he did his best.

"Mr. Nakahara?"

Shiori called out tentatively, as if she didn't expect the cadres of Hong Kong and black to be so close to the people in their daily moments.

Buying so many small cakes should not be for yourself, right?

"Ah, you are from... a detective agency?"

Because in the state of defilement, he didn't have much reason, and he seemed to have seen this person from afar.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned and asked uncertainly.

"Shiori, Inoue Shiori, you can be regarded as the neighbor doctor of the detective agency..."

"Is Mr. Zhongyuan buying cakes for Alice?"

She scanned the long list of items.

"what."

Zhong also nodded, after all, the task assigned by the boss is work, even if it is really nonsensical.

"Let's discuss it. I'll help you find something. Can you leave me the last rum chestnut cake?"

She pointed to the writing on the page marked with a maroon oil pastel.

"what?"

"I'm going to bring something to Luanbu, without this one he might start a fight with me, so let's help each other out."

"Isn't today the weekend?"

Is there something wrong with your detective agency?Let a neighbor run errands?

Zhong Ye's eyes became inexplicably strange.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, don't you also come early on the weekend to buy snacks for the boss's... little girl?"

He was speechless.

"At any rate, I went back to feed my own children. Mr. Zhongyuan, are you worse than me? Dr. Sen is obviously squeezing the labor force of the staff."

While talking, Shiori took the whole cake according to the childish handwriting list and pushed it to Chuya.

"There are many children in my family, so I know more about their handwriting characteristics. These should be all."

What does own child mean?Aren't you just a neighbor?

"thank you."

"You're welcome, by the way, Mr. Zhongyuan."

"If it's convenient, please go and tell Dr. Mori later, although your appearance is really in line with my aesthetics... I really like Yuji-jun better."

So cheating is not cheating, no matter whether he asked the cadres to do such trivial things this time by accident or on purpose, she will not be fooled!

With a dazed look on his face, he didn't know why he was somehow involved in Chuya of the Central Plains which he didn't even know about.

It seemed that he had vaguely sensed the truth.

So, when was he sold by his boss either seriously or jokingly?

"I'm joking, but Mr. Zhongyuan is really a good person."

She paid the bill and handed over the not-so-sweet chocolate chip cookies.

"This is yours, forget what I just said."

**

Carrying a whole box of desserts back home, Ranpo followed Fukuzawa Yukichi to live in the old house.The old house occupies a relatively large area, and it is close to Shiori's house, and the ashram is also more spacious than the staff dormitory.

Ranpo took the dessert Shiori brought him with sparkling eyes.

"There are other things that were agreed, I'll give them to you next time."

"The famous detective said Shiori that you should be there too."

"Could it be that you have been waiting for me for a long time?"

"It's the president, I've been waiting for a long time."

He patted Shiori on the shoulder with a little pity, and advised her meaningfully.

"Actually, the president is super serious about this, even you, Shiori..."

"Will be beaten badly?"

She grimaced and shrugged helplessly.

"That can't be helped."

"Eat here and wish me luck."

The other party was kneeling in the middle of the dojo and waiting for Shiori. The moment she opened the door, she stared straight at her. The momentum of resting in ancient martial arts all year round and fighting on the battlefield can almost frighten ordinary people's legs.

Long-distance strike, a mental attack of this intensity, is a deterrent technique that was originally used in life-and-death duels.

Even people with certain martial arts skills, their minds would go blank after that blow just now.There is no lethality, but for a battle, one second is enough to determine the outcome.

"Fukuzawa-kun."

Shiori was hardly affected, she let out a breath and stabilized her steps.

Then she looked around and found that what Luanbu said was right, it seemed that she came here to study in name, but in fact she came here to be beaten.

She also changed into a bunt that was easy to move. She took down the wooden knife from the knife holder on one side, compared wooden knives of different sizes, and chose a knife that was about the same length as Chai Yun, and weighed it in her hand.

"I don't know your strength, but judging from catching the long shot just now, your strength should be far less weak than I humbly."

Fukuzawa Yukichi straightened up, holding the wooden knife on one side.

"To be honest, if I don't fight you purely with the way of swordsmanship, I probably have a high chance of winning. If I just run away, I'm even confident that no one can run faster than me."

"However, if you do this, it will defeat your original purpose."

"Yeah, so... please give me more advice. In fact, I want to say, please be merciful."

"I will work hard."

Although it seems that he will pay attention to the words of propriety, but in fact, he doesn't feel a bit of propriety when he does it.

Shiori, who had no power to fight back after being beaten and had to restrain herself to escape with Shunbu, finally couldn't hold the salted fish paralyzed in the dojo after more than half an hour of training, panting heavily.

Looking at the various bruises and purple spots that haven't appeared on the body for a long time.

Fukuzawa-kun, I suddenly feel that Mr. Nakahara is very good again.

She thought quietly in her heart.

Harm, so angry.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Chuya: So when exactly did I enter the Shura field?

Shiori: Don’t worry, if you didn’t enter, I just think about nothing else

I'm a bit sad, I really want to goo, the follow-up is a little bit stuck, I think it may be... Need to sort out the outline?