Only 100 days left in life

After making jokes and talking about other things, Gojo Satoru brought the topic back to the main topic again.

"I have a general understanding of the situation over there," he said, "Leave aside those two brats, Shiratori, what are your thoughts?"

Shiratori Mariko paused.

"My thoughts?" She didn't understand. "What are you referring to? If you're talking about illness, I'm going to wait until Miss Zhushi gets the results."

Gojo Satoru grabbed the dumpling lying on the side, and wanted to touch it twice, but the dumpling obviously still hated the fight with this guy before.

It meowed twice, and stretched out its claws to scratch Wujo Wu's face.

Shiratori Mariko helplessly stretched out her hand quickly before the dumpling moved its claws, and touched it into her arms first.

"Miss Zhu Shi left in a hurry, but she left me a letter." She patted the dumpling twice to coax her, "She gave me a special suggestion. If you really want to live, you might as well consider passing it. Her transformation into a ghost, like Mr. Yushiro, directly becomes a ghost, thus continuing her own life."

In the communication between Shiratori Mariko and Ms. Zhushi, she actually talked about Yushirou. It is not necessarily a good thing for terminally ill patients to become a ghost and live again.

Extremely dependent on human blood, losing the qualification to walk in the sun, and having to endure the instinctive desire to eat the people around him all the time, subconsciously regard all the people around him as "food" instead of "friends", may be in The state of extreme hunger completely loses reason to attack, loses all human dignity, and begs for a chance to live.

For her, it was too difficult and too painful.

Zaomen Midouzi also rubbed against Shiratori Mariko's side at some point, and leaned against her, except that her face was paler than normal, but she didn't see anything else.

She was still wearing the red hemp leaf pattern kimono, with an Ichimatsu pattern belt of the same color around her waist, and her hair was draped obediently over her shoulders. She didn't seem to understand what the two were talking about, but she just held one of Shiratori Mariko's hands. hands, and closed his eyes as if dozing off.

Mariko Shiratori calmly narrated, "Actually, it's hard for me to imagine what it would be like to become a 'ghost that can eat people', so I probably wouldn't consider this method."

She also smiled reassuringly at Gojo Satoru, "I think so for the time being."

Gojo Satoru was quiet for a rare moment.

His blue eyes stared at Shiratori Mariko through the sunglasses, and seemed to have some inexplicable emotions, "Is this so?"

"Well," Shiratori Mariko nodded, "that's about it."

She smiled, "But it's not that time yet, maybe there will be a turnaround? If I can't be transformed into a ghost, isn't that another matter? In fact, I'm just worrying about things in advance."

Gojo Satoru didn't speak.

"Actually," he said after a while, "artificial blood is also"

If Mariko Shiratori survived, nothing else mattered.

Shiratori Mariko watched him tenderly until he stopped talking.

"You see," she said softly, "I am a person with a lot of self-esteem. I can tolerate my tears, crying, and showing weakness in front of you, but I will never allow myself to rely on this without dignity. I don’t want to be able to live a dignified and generous life.”

"but--"

"Don't think so much, Gojo," Shiratori Mariko said with a smile, "I'm going to go find the 'Ghost Ancestor' with Shir first, and look for the contact information of the Ghost Killing Team to get more information about how to communicate with ghosts." Related information and so on. According to Miss Zhushi, if I can get his blood, maybe I can directly find a way to treat me without turning into a ghost."

She said rather firmly, "Let me try it first."

Gojo Satoru exhaled.

"Can you find it?" he said. "Do you need my help?"

"No need for now," Shiratori Mariko said, "If I can contact the Demon Slayer Squad through Tanjiro, I will probably be able to get some information about the ancestor of the ghost by then. There's a lot of rancor."

She fiddled with the spoon in her hand unconsciously, "I don't know how powerful he is yet, but according to Shier, it should be only average."

When she talked about this matter, she was a little confused about the unknown, "Actually, I'm still a little worried."

Not only about her own affairs, but also about the Zaomen brothers and sisters.

Mariko Shiratori is not a messenger of justice, but she always has some sympathy for children.The two children helped each other to move forward. If she could give them a hand, Shiratori Mariko would be more than happy to extend her hand to help.

But what she can do now is probably to deliver a meal to Tanjirou when he needs to rest, and provide him with a place where he can barely sleep.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru lay down on the table and quickly stretched out his hand.

He smacked Shiratori Mariko's head twice in a vicious manner, messing up Shiratori Mariko's hair.

Mariko Shiratori whose hair suddenly deformed:? ! !

"What are you doing!" She took out a spoon from the shelf on one side, and hit Gojo Satoru on the head, "Don't treat me like a dumpling!"

Seeing Mariko Shiratori's angry look, Gojo Satoru swiftly dodged the crit with the spoon, and retracted his hand quite casually.

"Don't worry," he turned back to the topic confidently, "If you've decided what you want to do, then go for it."

Looking straight into Shiratori Mariko's brown eyes, Gojo Satoru said briskly, "Leave the rest to me first."

He whistled, "Although I'm the strongest, I'm very busy with business, but it's okay to solve such small things for Shiratori!"

Shiratori Mariko blinked.

"Then should I thank you?" She laughed, "Thank you for taking such precious time for me, Wutiao?"

"It's too unfamiliar to say thank you," Gojo Gobi gestured, "Why don't you exchange it for something else—"

He suddenly became serious, "For example, all the twelve mission reports I haven't written recently! Haven't written them yet!"

Shiratori Mariko was completely stunned.

"Didn't even write a copy?" She said incredulously, "How did you do it?!"

"Oh, that—" Gojo Satoru immediately changed the subject, "Shiratori, let's play catch and toss!"

He took out two expired rice balls from his trouser pocket, "I found two balls from Qihai!"

Shiratori Mariko stood up.

"Don't change the subject," she began to dig through old accounts. "Who promised me last time, 'After writing these fifteen reports, I will definitely finish them by myself in the future'?"

"It's not me anyway," Wujo Wuyi condemned angrily, "Who is this! It's too much!"

Mariko Shiratori poohed him.

"Speaking of which," Gojo Satoru suddenly changed the subject, and gestured to her with a smile, "Did Shiratori call that bastard, Shier, for a long time?"

He suddenly mentioned this topic, but Shiratori Mariko was a little surprised.

"Well, yes," she was a little puzzled, but still satisfied Wujou's thirst for knowledge, "At first, it was mainly to distinguish him from Huijun. After all, they have the same surname, so why not just call him familiar? Yes. What's the problem?"

Isn't that normal?Because father and son have the same surname, they are acquaintances anyway, so they just called them by their first names.

You can't call Big Fuhei Lord, Little Fuhei Lord, right?That's too weird.

Gojo Satoru grabbed a word in her words and deliberately amplified his voice, "Hui Jun?"

He said it as if he didn't know this "Hui Jun".

"Yeah, Fuguro Hui, Hui Jun, what's the matter?" Mariko Shiratori felt that Gojo Satoru's words began to be inexplicable, "I don't know the second person named Hui either—"

She swallowed the phrase "laughing so terribly", and frowned, "You're a bit strange today, Wu Tiao."

"What about me? What about me? What about me? What about me? Why am I still five!"

Gojo Satoru pointed to himself, and approached Shiratori Mariko's face, causing Shiratori Mariko to lean back.

"Because you are Wujo," Shiratori Mariko said in confusion, "If you don't call you Wujo, what are you calling you? Nagasaki?"

After a pause, she finally understood, and asked a little uncertainly, "What exactly are you trying to say? Um, Wutiao?"

Gojo Gojo made a big cross: "You can't change the subject! You can't ask me back, foul foul!"

He leaned over abruptly and said almost explicitly, "Wu Tiao or something is not as nice as the name behind it! Right!"

Shiratori Mariko twitched the corners of her mouth, and flatly refused, "No."

It's too weird to call this guy "enlightenment" or something.Absolutely impossible.

Gojo Satoru clasped his hands together and looked at Mariko Shiratori with expectant eyes.

"I also want to hear Shiratori's call to be more intimate—"

"It's impossible," Mariko Shiratori shuddered, and made a stop gesture, "Don't even think about it, it's impossible."

Absolutely, absolutely not, it's terrible.To the extent that thinking of that picture scares me.

"White Bird—"

Shiratori Mariko stood up, woke up Zaomen Midouzi who was still dozing off, completely ignoring the strange Gojo Satoru.

"Let's go find Tanjiro," she said considerately, "and then have lunch, and then accompany Tanjirou to continue our journey there, how about?"

Zaomen Mizuko blinked, and Mariko Shiratori took her as her acquiescence.

She led Mi Douzi to the door, "And then I have to buy some vegetables. Speaking of which, we have to find a way to connect the wooden box door on Tanjiro's side with this side, otherwise it will be difficult for him to have an accident outside." have no idea--"

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Mariko Shiratori pulled Midouzi to open the door with some doubts, only to find a well-dressed salesman standing outside the door.

"Hello, lady," the pink-haired salesman was quite professional, and he started to introduce fluently, "Our company recently launched a brand new communication product, do you want to try it? There is still a □ □ discount package for purchase”

He stated the advantages of buying this product at this time with a blank expression. He was wearing a pair of green glasses that Shiratori Mariko was very familiar with. The hat on the top of his head could not cover the strange bulge, revealing a suspected lollipop. shape to come.

"Mr. Saiki?" Shiratori Mariko asked unexpectedly, "Aren't you working in the company? Are you resigning from the company now? Changing to a new job?"

She smiled and took out the wallet from her pocket, "They are all neighbors, it's too polite to say such a thing. I'll buy a set."

Saiki Kusuo, who thought he had disguised himself extremely well:? ! !What happened, why did it suddenly fail!

He flicked the amnesiac doll in his pocket, and before he could do it, he saw Gojo Sato behind Shiratori Mariko, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

—Damn it.