Only 100 days left in life

When Shiratori Mariko opened her eyes the next day, she found herself lying in a strange room. In addition to the quilt, her body was covered with a haori patterned by Ichimatsu.

It seemed to be the jacket of the boy named Tanjiro Kamado.

Speaking of which, what happened after she fell asleep?What's the situation now?Has the matter been resolved?

The memory is still stuck on the ball that suddenly appeared yesterday, Shiratori Mariko moved a little bit with doubts, turned around with difficulty, wanted to look at the surrounding environment, but found that her arm was tightly hugged by something .

She turned around, only to realize that the person who was sleeping next to her under the quilt and holding her arm was the Zaomen Midouzi she met yesterday.She slept soundly, still holding the bamboo tube in her mouth, Shiratori Mariko could almost feel the cool body temperature of her body.

Mariko Shiratori tentatively twitched her hand, Mitoko Kamado whimpered a few times, rubbed Mariko Shiratori's arm attached like a cat, and then let go.

Shiratori Mariko breathed a sigh of relief.

She fumbled to find her mobile phone, and took it out of her pocket with an awkward posture, trying to see if it could be used now.

The phone was not turned off yesterday, when Shiratori Mariko swiped open the lock screen, it was showing "seven in the morning".

It's still early to wake up.

Opening the communication software, the incident she posted in the group chat has been replied, and everyone is very calm, among which the sentence "just call us if you have something to do" is the most common.

And the only private message floating on the top was "Please be careful" from Fu Heihui, and the time was after three o'clock in the morning.

It's past three o'clock and I haven't slept yet. Did you receive the task again?

Terrible.

Shiratori Mariko turned over and put the phone aside.

She put her hands on the ground, and slowly sat up, intending to find someone to ask about the current situation, when she turned around, she was caught off guard by Fu Heisher who opened her eyes.

It's like a person popped out of the corner to startle you, or someone suddenly patted you on the shoulder, Shiratori Mariko froze suddenly, and her thoughts fell into chaos.

Where is she, who is she, what is the situation and why is this guy sleeping next to her? ? ?

It was very scary, really very scary, almost as scary as Wujo Wuda knocked on the door in the morning and brought her breakfast with a smile on his face.

Mariko Shiratori, who was completely stuck, turned back slowly and pulled up her quilt again, "I may be dreaming."

Probably a dream, yes, it should be a dream.

Why does this bastard even appear in dreams! !Can't he go and bet on the horse race? Why did he come to scare himself? !

Seeing her self-deception, Fu Heisher sneered.

He casually tucked the quilt over his body and stood up.

"What are you going to do?" Mariko Shiratori asked subconsciously.

She sat up, only to realize that the wooden box was being placed

Fuheshier took a bowl from the table on one side with one hand, and handed it to Mariko Shiratori together with a spoon.

"Porridge," he said simply.

Shiratori Mariko reached out to take the bowl of porridge, and asked curiously, "Where did you find the porridge?"

Considering Mi Douzi who was still sleeping, her voice was lowered, thinly blending into the air, as soft as a whisper.

Fu Heshen paused, but did not answer her question immediately.

"Miss Zhushi prepared it," said Tanjiro Kamado who came from outside the door, with a black bird standing on his shoulder, "other humans lived here before, so Miss Zhushi simply made breakfast Give us."

Wearing the uniform of the Ghost Killing Squad, he said cheerfully, "Because they can't go on their way after dawn, and they are worried that their residence will be attacked after Wu Mi finds out about it, so they have already left first."

Shiratori Mariko nodded, "Did she say how to contact her later?"

"Damn it," Zamon Tanjiro backed away slightly, revealing a three-coloured cat behind him.

The cat took a few steps forward, with a simple small backpack on its back, and a charm like an eye hanging around its neck.

"It's Miss Zhushi's cat," Tanjiro introduced, "She told me that because of Mr. Yushiro's blood ghost technique, you can't be seen until it makes a sound. After the cat meows for the second time, it will come back again. into a state of invisibility."

"The blood I obtained from Twelve Ghost Moons will also be passed on to Miss Zhushi through this."

Mariko Shiratori roughly understood.

She stood up, "What about Tanjirou's future plans?"

"Go to the mountain!" The crow on Tanjirou's shoulder suddenly yelled, flapping its wings, "Go to the mountain! Tanjirou, go to the mountain!"

As it talked, it picked up Tanjirou's hair and pulled it out, "Tanjiro! Tanjiro go to the mountain!"

"Tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

His words obviously had the opposite effect, not only did not stop the violent behavior of the crow, but also got a more violent reaction from the crow.

The crow jumped right on his head and pecked at him, "Hurry up! Dwitch, Tanjiro—"

A stone jumped out of nowhere and hit the crow's head straight.

The crow gave a "quack" sound, tilted its head and fell down.

Tanjiro hurriedly caught the falling crow, and after a little poking around, he found that the crow was still alive, but was knocked unconscious.

"It's okay," Zamon Tanjiro breathed a sigh of relief, "it's okay."

He carefully stuffed the crow into his pocket, "I'm going to the next mission location, where is Miss Shiratori? Are you planning to go back, or what?"

Shiratori Mariko looked at Fuheshier, "I don't have any ideas for the time being. What do you think, Mr. Shier?"

Now there are nothing more than two ways, accompany Tanjiro to the next location, or go back directly and discuss with Gojo Satoru first.

"Whatever," Fuhesher said perfunctorily.

Sure enough, as always worthless advice.

She breathed out, "Then, maybe I need to go back for a trip, can Tanjirou be alone for a while?"

Kamado Tanjiro nodded.

"It's ok!" He said with a smile, "Please don't worry about me—ah, right! If you're alone, please Mr. Fu Hei to return the Sun Wheel Knife to me first, is that okay?"

Thinking that he lied in order to get back the Japanese sword, Tanjiro's facial expression became strange, "Well, if I and I meet a ghost, it may not be possible without the Japanese sword."

Fuheshier sneered.

He was about to expose the kid's flawed words, but Mariko Shiratori spoke first.

"You took Tanjiro's sword?" Shiratori Mariko obviously became serious, "Karuji-kun, is this true?"

Her eyes were bright and her expression was very serious, as if holding a knife was something very serious.

For some reason, Fu Heisher actually felt a little uncomfortable.

"Yeah," he said casually, "yes, I took it. What?"

"Why?" Shiratori Mariko asked, "Don't you have your own magic tool?"

She had seen Fu Heisher pull out spell tools of various shapes from the mouth of his portable spell spirit, "Aren't those enough for you?"

"Do you think you have too much money?" Fu Heisher found her words inexplicable, "And, this is the reward that kid gave me."

Shiratori Mariko felt that it didn't make sense to him at all.

"How much?" She said bluntly, "Or, a few horse racing tickets? I'll buy it for you."

Fuheshier's eyes suddenly lit up.

He seemed to regain his energy all of a sudden, and made a "five" gesture towards Shiratori Mariko.

"No," Shiratori Mariko insisted, "up to three, otherwise you don't want to watch horse racing shows on TV."

She threatened, "I didn't even confiscate your money. You give me another chance to think about it."

Fuheshier frowned unhappily, but Shiratori Mariko obviously refused to give an inch.

In the end he compromised, "That's three."

Mariko Shiratori breathed a sigh of relief, and took the wet Japanese sword from Fuheshier's hand.

She wanted to hand the knife directly to Tanjiro, but she felt a little embarrassed when she saw the saliva on it that belonged to Ugly Treasure.

"Why don't you come with me to my house first?" Shiratori Mariko asked tentatively, "I remember ghosts don't come out during the day, right?"

After Tanjiro nodded hesitantly, she laughed, "Then come back with me first."

"But if you don't hurry during the day," Tanjiro hesitated, "ghosts will come out at night, it may be a little troublesome."

His footsteps are not slow, but because the location is too far away, it will take a lot of time to reach the mission location by walking alone. If he goes to Miss Shiratori's house, he may have to hurry at night.

Shiratori Mariko snorted.

"Maybe it doesn't matter much," she said gently, "You usually walk to the mission site by yourself, right? I have a bicycle at home that I can lend you, and the speed will be much faster."

"Bicycle?" Tanjiro was a little confused, "What is that?"

"Basically that's it," Shiratori Mariko tried to explain the ins and outs of the matter as clearly as possible, "I just gave her a tube of blood, and I plan to wait for her feedback before considering other methods."

Sitting next to her was Mi Douzi who had woken up, holding a bamboo tube in his mouth and curiously stroking the tuanzi's hair.

Tuanzi seemed to feel that his status was being challenged. Although he said that he was very happy to be touched by her, he still had a stinky face. Occasionally, Midouzi stopped and patted her palm with his tail.

The curtains in the room have all been drawn, and Shiratori Mariko guessed right, in her home, Midouzi can also receive sunlight and stay awake in this state.

Gojo Satoru, biting the spoon, nodded.

"So," he said, "where's the bastard?"

Accurately understanding Gojo Satoru's meaning, Shiratori Mariko swayed her legs subconsciously.

"Downstairs," she said tactfully, "I'm teaching Tanjirou to ride a bicycle during this break."

Of course, it's not voluntary.

Shiratori Mariko added a horse race ticket, which made Fu Heisher reluctantly agree.

Gojo Satoru laughed immediately, without any hesitation.

"He just agreed??" He said sarcastically, "I thought it was amazing—that's all."

"That's right," Shiratori Mariko said with a smile, "It's the same as you promised me to give Junpei extra lessons for dessert."

Essentially, there is not much difference.

"Oh, Shiratori's words make me so sad, how can such a handsome spicy teacher compare with him~"

"No, don't use that tone. I'm really going to throw you out."