Only 100 days left in life

After waiting for the fireworks to finally end, Shiratori Mariko looked at the people beside her.

"Let's go," she stretched, and threw the empty mineral water bottle into the trash can beside her, "Go and buy something to eat! I just discussed with Chuya-kun and Dazai-kun, and I plan to Let's go together, where are Jinghua and Aunt?"

"Ah, anyway, if Mr. Dazai is going, we'll be fine," Atsushi Nakajima glanced at Ryunosuke Akutagawa, and added, "Kyoka and I must be fine."

He mainly felt that staying with Akutagawa would be more stressful, but it would be fine if they were together.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke gave him a cold look.

"Since Mr. Dazai will go," he said, "I have no reason to refuse."

Higuchi Ichiyo next to Akutagawa Ryunosuke covered his face, only showing his two eyes quietly aimed at Akutagawa Ryunosuke, muttered, "senior"

Have you ever thought that the cadre is by your side?But such a senior is also very handsome——

"Hey, you brat," Zhong Yuan, who was standing aside, complained, "Obviously I'm your boss, right?"

He lifted the hat on his head and sighed helplessly, "Let's go, let's go together."

Shiratori Mariko nodded, smiled and walked towards the stairs.

Her footsteps were brisk, and even her tone was raised, "Then let's hurry up. People at the fireworks show have left, so it will be very crowded, right?"

But when she stood on the colorful street again, Shiratori Mariko realized one thing.

She looked at the people around her, "As a purebred outsider, I want to ask a serious question - do you have any recommended shops?"

Seeing Nakahara Chuya opening his mouth to speak, Shiratori Mariko said quickly, "No, no steak."

She has seen Zhongyuan Zhongye's strange love for steak.And as a late night snack, there's nothing wrong with eating steak, right?

Chuya Zhongya: "Tch."

He crossed his arms and said nothing.

"Yeah." Atsushi Nakajima thought for a long time, then nodded, "I know! A takeaway near the Armed Detective Agency, tonkotsu ramen is very good!"

Like a hard-working student, he said obediently, "There is also tempura as a side dish, which is great!"

Shiratori Mariko nodded, praised him casually, and planned to take out her phone to search for the address.

At this moment, she heard Atsushi Nakajima's apologetic voice beside her, "It's just a little far away from here, about an hour and a half."

Shiratori Mariko's hands that were typing characters stopped.

"Any other shops?" she asked.

"Tofu," said Izumi Kyoka softly next to Mariko Shiratori, "tofu is also delicious."

Mentioning tofu made Atsushi Nakajima's wallet ache, remembering the pain of helping to pay the bill.

"It's really not bad," he said bitterly, "the taste is, it's very first-class."

Shiratori Mariko checked again, "It's a little far away."

She sighed regretfully, "Is there nothing?"

"Where's Akutagawa and Higuchi?" Nakahara looked at his two subordinates, "Do you have any suggestions?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke shook his head indifferently.

"I don't care about what supper to eat," he said with a cold face, "everything is useless, only waste will do this kind of unnecessary struggle."

"Please, if you want to call me trash, you can call me directly," Atsushi Nakajima said helplessly, "don't be so cryptic."

He's used to it anyway.

"Human tiger!"

"Okay, okay," Shiratori Mariko paused with a headache, "don't quarrel."

She looked at Higuchi Kazuyo who hadn't spoken yet, "Where's Miss Higuchi?"

Higuchi Ichiyo touched his chin instead.

"Is the nearest supper shop?" She thought for a moment, "Well, I don't seem to have any impression."

When she and her seniors came out to carry out missions, they would not stop at such ordinary restaurants, but there were a few "special" restaurants that could provide supplies for members of the Hong Kong gangsters, which was obviously not suitable to be mentioned now.

And most of the time, seniors go back to the afia headquarters building to eat in the cafeteria.

Osamu Dazai who was standing behind snapped his fingers.

"Oh my, I didn't expect that everyone hasn't discussed anything yet—I happen to know that there is an izakaya nearby, which has a lot of good reviews," he said happily, "So, how about going there together?"

"Okay," Shiratori Mariko nodded, "no problem."

Nakahara Chuya didn't have any objection to this, but still looked at Osamu Dazai rather apprehensively.

"It's rare for you to be so normal," he said suspiciously, always feeling that there was something wrong.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head with a smile, "No, I've always been normal, but the slug himself is abnormal, wearing colored glasses, so everything looks abnormal~ If you don't believe me, ask Shiratori, I have always been It's doing really well."

He turned to look at Mariko Shiratori, "Is that right, Shiratori?"

Hearing this question, Shiratori Mariko was silent for a moment.

"Ah, this," she said with difficulty, "don't just watch the fireworks, let's have something to eat."

Look, see how drunk Dazai is.

Did this guy forget what the first thing he did when he broke into her house?

The ramen in this izakaya is really good. The soup base is very fresh, the oil, salt and sugar are moderate, and the ingredients are obviously carefully selected.

Shiratori Mariko picked up the last piece of ramen with chopsticks, stuffed it into her mouth with the vegetables and soup in the spoon, and chewed twice.

The fresh and tender vegetables are wrapped in the mellow taste of the soup base, and slowly slide into the mouth with the simple satiety of ramen.

She breathed a sigh of satisfaction, looked sideways at the other people around her, and waited for their meal to end.

At this moment, without warning, Shiratori Mariko suddenly felt a sense of panic for no reason.

As if her chest was being pressed by a boulder, her head was a little dizzy. She subconsciously supported the table and made an unpleasant noise.

"Miss Shiratori!" Atsushi Nakajima beside her supported her and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

He tentatively asked, "Should I call Dr. Xie Ye over?"

Atsushi Nakajima's voice came through the darkness that flashed in front of him, towards Mariko Shiratori, who was thinking chaotically.

She struggled and shook her head, trying to comfort her, "No, I'm fine."

Following Shiratori Mariko's movements, the darkness in front of her eyes seemed to fade a little, and it turned back into a bright room.

The shudder spread from her heart to the surroundings, she bit her lip, trying to use the pain to make herself more awake.

But this action was obviously futile. Mariko Shiratori's violent heartbeat subsided a little bit, but the tiredness spreading from top to bottom was eroding Mariko Shiratori's consciousness.

Sleepy, so sleepy——

Shiratori Mariko took a deep breath and stood up.

"I'm going to the bathroom," she said, "It's okay, I'll be right back."

Before the others refused, she stood up and walked to the bathroom.

The cold water was splashed on the face with both hands, Shiratori Mariko faced the bright mirror, and could clearly see the blue and black eyes and tired expression under her eyes.

She's still a little out of breath, but better than before.

After washing her face twice, Shiratori Mariko came out of the bathroom.

She pushed the door and went out, but saw Osamu Dazai and Nakahara Nakaya standing near the cash register at the door, seeming to be chatting about something.

Shiratori Mariko straightened her clothes subconsciously before walking towards the two of them.

"Are you finished?" She asked a little suspiciously.

"Yeah, I'll pay the bill," Dazai Osamu replied casually, "Let me look for the wallet—"

He touched his pocket, but only found the pure white pocket lining.

Looking at his empty pockets, Osamu Dazai sighed sadly.

"Oh, I didn't expect my wallet to sneak away, what should I do?"

Zhongyuan Zhong almost wrote "you're a liar again" written on his face.

"Don't ask me anyway," he said angrily, "I will never pay you guy!!"

Shiratori Mariko glanced at the bill, and it turned out to be quite cheap.

"Ah," she said, "the Secret Service Division sent me basic living expenses before, so I remember to bring them with me, so let me ask for it."

"That's so embarrassing," Osamu Dazai politely declined, and then continued to say cheerfully, "Then please, Shiratori~"

He seemed very confident about this, "I and Zhong will also thank you!"

Under the dim light in the izakaya, Shiratori Mariko blinked her eyes and said lively, "It's time to invite everyone to dinner."

She looked at Nakahara Chuya with a smile, "After all, Mr. Zhongye invited me before, so it just happened to be a return invitation—but please don't dislike me."

Hearing this sentence, Zhong Yuanzhong also paused.

"Forget it," he took out the wallet in his pocket and took out a card, "I'll take it."

Shiratori Mariko:?

"No, it's me." Halfway through her words, Osamu Dazai made a "shh" gesture.

Osamu Dazai clasped his hands together, and said with a smile, "Wow—so Chu is also a good person? Then leave everything to Chuya!"

Nakahara Chuya: "I don't know why, although it's a good sentence, but I always feel that you are secretly calling me an idiot."

"Huh," Shiratori Mariko murmured, "It's finally here."

After nine o'clock, Atsushi Nakajima and Kyoka Izumi had already bid farewell, and Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Ichiyo Higuchi seemed to have other tasks tomorrow, so they left.

Only Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya who are still familiar are left beside her.

So Mariko Shiratori found the famous takoyaki shop according to the guide map, and hurried over to line up, lest she came too late and ran out of ingredients.

It has been ranked until now, and finally got the last place.

Shiratori Mariko held the last takoyaki carefully in front of her body, and walked towards the two people under the eaves along the flow of people.

At this moment, Fyodor, who was walking towards the other side with his hat pressed down, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried towards the entrance of the temporary residence.

He had just questioned the person who claimed to have seen the "book", and he planned to go back to collect the news and make plans for the next step.

The two who passed by seemed to look back, but the crowd was crowded, and the traces were erased in a few seconds.

Shiratori Mariko looked around, but didn't see the familiar feeling just now.

She quickly put the matter behind her, held up the box, and said cheerfully, "The last takoyaki! Everyone share one!"

Today's luck is just right!It turned out that she was the last one—it couldn't be better!

Shiratori Mariko poked the wooden sticks into the small balls one by one, and then handed the box to the two people around her, "Come on, you guys try it too? I heard that this is really delicious, otherwise I wouldn't be waiting like this There's a long queue!"

Seaweed crisps are sprinkled on top, with the salty aroma of cheese, and the crispy taste wafts around.

There are less than eight in a box, which is just enough for an adult woman to eat alone.

Nakahara also looked at Mariko Shiratori's thin figure, and then at the small balls she handed over.

"No, I won't" He just wanted to refuse, but Dazai took Mariko Shiratori's hand as a prank, and stuffed a ball into his mouth.

Shiratori Mariko looked blankly at her empty hand, and then at Nakahara Chuya who was stuffed with a small octopus ball.

His face seemed to be flushed, he didn't know whether he was angry with Dazai or something, against the red lanterns beside him, there was an astonishing sense of beauty.

"Don't rush to refuse, Chuya," Osamu Dazai whistled, "You don't like this—"

Swallowing the still steaming meatballs whole, Nakahara turned around angrily and slapped Osamu Dazai on the wall next to him.

"Shut up, you bastard!" he said angrily, "You're never finished, Dazai!"