Only 100 days left in life

In the early morning, a high school of conjuration.

It's raining today, and the weather is gloomy and inexplicably boring.

The pattering rain hit the tiles, and then fell down along the eaves, thin and dense, spreading from left to right on the ground.

The penultimate one who arrived at the door of the dormitory was Yuta Oto who lived off-campus.

He put away the umbrella with one hand, hugged Qiben Lixiang and fell to the ground quietly, and found that a group of people had gathered at the door.

Everyone was dressed in black formal attire, silently waiting for someone.

This includes Megumi Fukuro, Rose Nagizaki, Junpei Yoshino, and Yujin Katsuobu in the first grade, as well as Maki, the dog and Panda, who are in the second grade at the same time as Zenyuan.

Nagasaki Yaqiangwei stared at the door without blinking, with dark circles under her eyes. The others also looked like they hadn't slept all night, and their fatigue was quite obvious.

But no one opened the door, just like if you don't open the door, you can stubbornly believe that the person behind the door has not left.

Obviously, they all saw the update on Mariko Shiratori's Twitter homepage.

【good night world. 】

It should have been posted at eight o'clock in the morning.

Shiratori Mariko once mentioned to them with a smile that if there will be miracles after death, she will intercept this self-programmed and regularly sent message.

But obviously, she didn't find this miracle.

Yigu Youtai also pursed his lips tightly, put Lixiang down, took her hand and walked to the other side.

The mood that suddenly became heavy after seeing that message did not turn calm, but brewed into a more bitter depression.

"Yuta..." Holding Otoko Yuta's hand, Kimoto Rika raised his face and said a little uneasy, "Did something happen?"

She paused, as if realizing something, "Shiratori...?"

Otoko Yuta made a booing gesture to her.

As if she had received an affirmative answer, Rika fell silent.

Her eyes were red, she turned around and buried her head in Yi Gu Youtai's arms without saying a word.

Slow footsteps sounded from the other side and stopped again.

Gojo Satoru, with disheveled hair and sunglasses, yawned and stood on the other side of the corridor, followed by Iji Keiko. He was wearing the high school uniform with his hands in his pockets, looking messy and wanton.

The eyes of the others turned to Gojo Satoru.

Fu Heihui moved his lips, but in the end he still didn't say anything.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the door, then calmly glanced at the students gathered at the door, "What's wrong?"

As he said that, he walked towards the door of the dormitory that originally belonged to Fu Heihui.

The others automatically made way for him, so Wujo Gojo stood at the door smoothly.

He held the doorknob with one hand as usual, and pushed the door open, revealing the empty dormitory single room inside.

This is the original appearance of this dormitory after Fu Heihui moved everything away.

Simple cabinets, unobstructed space.

The information he originally got from the Six Eyes, but he didn't want to admit it, was proved to be correct as before.

Shiratori Mariko really left.

The cozy hut that once appeared was like Cinderella's glass slipper, which disappeared after twelve o'clock.

No cats, no furniture filled with soft, dry smells, and no steaming desserts.The gentle and gentle girl also left with her home without a trace.

"It's really gone," Wujo Satoru said with a sigh.

He scanned the room and was about to say something when the phone in his pocket rang.

Gojo Satoru originally wanted to hang up the phone directly, but when he saw the caller, he stopped pressing the reject button.

"Principal Night Moth?" He walked outside, leaning against the railing, and said with some surprise, "Call me suddenly—is there something urgent?"

"Ah yes," Ye Mozheng said, "You have a courier, Wu."

"Help me collect it, principal."

Ye Mo Zhengdao said with a bit of a headache, and glanced at the people around him, "He specified that you should sign for it."

The doll beside him was wearing rain boots and was struggling to hold an umbrella for him on tiptoe.

The rain was still falling, seeping into his slender neck along the open collar of his shirt, and the cold touch was like the hand that the man once handed out, with a moist chill.

"Oh," Gojo Satoru said lazily, looking at the distance aimlessly, "then I won't accept it."

"It's from the white bird."

The courier holding a big box stood at the entrance of Gaobei University, looking left and right.

He was wearing a raincoat, carefully protecting the huge box in his arms so that it would not get wet by the rain.

He got up from the bed before dawn, put on his work uniform, and rushed to the edge of this remote hill.

In fact, if the client hadn't specified that it was to be sent here, it would be impossible for him to get up early in the rainy day and run to such a place that he couldn't find on the map.

He secretly glanced at the middle-aged man beside him who was on the phone, not angry but dangerous. He thought about the "school principal" whom he called himself just now, and fell silent for a while.

Is this kind of person who looks more like a big brother than a gangster really the principal?There are also people in doll costumes next to them, what does their school teach?You won't beat him up and lock him up, will you? !

But after taking over the express delivery task, I can't leave now.

Oh, and probably won't be able to go yet.He can't beat these people either.

After thinking wildly for a while, the courier tentatively took a step towards the other side, and asked cautiously, "So Mr. Wujo, are they here?"

He added, "Mr. Gojo is not appointed to one person. There are many people, including you, the principal. It's just that Mr. Gojo's name is the first one. The client asked me to send it to the first person."

Noctua Moth nodded solemnly, "I know."

"Here we come," he glanced at the figure approaching with an umbrella, and said calmly, "They're all here."

After confirming that the recipients are on the list and signing for confirmation one by one, the courier left.

Another auxiliary supervisor sent him down the mountain, leaving the mysterious package and other people who were designated to sign for it in the room.

Squatting in front of the huge box, Katsuobu Yuhito said a little uncertainly, "Teacher Wujo, what's inside?"

He paused and guessed, "A shrunken version of the white bird?"

Could it be that Shiratori Mariko has become a baby, huddled in this small box, and can only send herself to them?

He looked at the unmoving box, and it didn't feel like it.

"No way, idiot," Nagasaki Wild Rose said angrily, "Such a box is definitely not used to transport living things."

She didn't sleep all night, and now her voice is still a little hoarse, "It should be something else."

Gojo Gojo paused, his eyes fixed on the box over the black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

He just said, "Open it first and have a look."

Megumi Fukuro nodded, and together with Junpei Yoshino, they removed the outermost packing bag and opened the tightly wrapped box.

Inside were many neatly packed boxes of candy, with sticky notes on them without exception, marking who each box should be given to.

Fu Heihui distributed the other people's boxes to them one by one, and finally picked up the box with the name "Hui Jun" written on it.

The handwriting on the note was neat and clean, written by Mariko Shiratori herself.

He moved his lips, carefully tore off the note, put it in his pocket, and opened the box again.

Inside was a box of beautiful candies, mixed with a few sea salt lemon candies that Mariko Shiratori often handed to them. The transparent wrapping paper showed that the candies inside were crystal clear and exuded an irresistible sweetness.

Through the gap between the candies, Fu Heihui seemed to be able to vaguely see something.

After thinking about it, he poured all the candies into his pocket, exposing the bottom of the box.

He found a passage.

"I'm sorry," said the inscription, "if you've seen this gift, it means I left anyway."

"However, besides the news of my departure, I also brought you something else. This is a box of candies that I have carefully selected. I hope you can feel a little better."

Some people around were weeping lowly, and the rain seemed to be falling from an invisible height, making the whole room soaked in damp and lingering water vapor.

"After all, apart from those things that will eventually pass away, there are always things in the world that even death can't take away. Thank you for meeting."

Early morning, Yokohama.

The rain-soaked leaves unfolded and were trampled briskly by a pair of boots.

Zhong Yuanzhong also held a bunch of flowers, and rushed to another place anxiously.

It actually took him a lot of time to choose this bouquet, and it took a long time.

Dazai Osamu called him yesterday and said something vaguely, as if implying that he should hurry up.

Although Zhong Yuan didn't want to pay much attention to this guy's words, he still reluctantly believed in Dazai's mind.

So Zhongyuan Zhongya came here today with flowers.

Will she like it?Will you understand?

Looking at the door of Shiratori Mariko's house from a distance, Nakahara Nakaya was surprised to find many people standing in front of him.

His pace slowed down, and he began to wonder if the phone call last night was a prank by Dazai.

Or do so many people have the same purpose as him?No way?

Zhong Yuanzhong also got closer and closer, and also found that the expressions of the members of the armed detective agency gathered here seemed particularly wrong.

He hesitantly clenched the bouquet in his hand, and the tied ribbon fluttered with the wind.

"Oh, you're here, Chuya," Dazai said simply.

He glanced at Chuya Nakahara, then turned to the door again, "Open the door, Mr. Fukuzawa?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded with his hands folded in his sleeves.

Kunikida Doppo, who was holding an umbrella next to him, pursed his lips tightly, his originally extremely serious expression seemed to be a little inexplicably dull.

An inexplicable uneasiness welled up in his heart, and Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the door that seemed different from usual in a daze.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Osamu Dazai pushed open the door, and the dust and empty room that came to him clearly indicated that this place had been deserted for a long time.

He looked around, "The door disappeared."

Everything is back to the time when I didn't see that person in the first place.

Oh, so that guy Dazai was referring to this yesterday

The rain seemed to be getting heavier, soaking his hat straight down, soaking his shirt down the windbreaker.

Zhong Yuanzhong also let go of his hand in a daze, and the bouquet of flowers fell straight down, smashing into the grass that was wet by the rain.

"It's raining heavily," he murmured.

The rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier.

Sanshikiya Yaoya stared blankly at the rain washing against the trees outside the window, and there was a cup of cold tea on the table.

"Has it disappeared?" he asked.

His wife, Maternity House Amane, went up to check the box that belonged to Tanjiro, and nodded.

So the gentle smile that had always been hanging on Yoya's face disappeared.

He sighed, looked at the pillars gathered in the room, standing or sitting, "You heard that too."

Mi Douzi was still holding the doll that Shiratori Mariko gave her, looking at the restored box, she pursed her lips, tears falling down uncontrollably.

Tanjiro was in a low mood, Zenitsu and Inosuke also fell silent, staring at the box, unwilling to leave for a long time.

"My lord, when is the funeral?" asked the silent Feng Zhu.

He looked at the empty box and sighed.

Sanshikiya Yoya thought for a moment.

"Three days later," he said, standing up first, "then goodbye, everyone."

"Let's go, Kanaihu," Butterfly sighed, and said gently to Kanaihu, who looked a little at a loss, "It's time to go back. Everyone, too?"

The other pillars nodded, leaving space for the Zaomen brothers and sisters, Zenitsu, and Inosuke.

By the time they stepped out the door, the rain seemed to be getting heavier.The torrential rain poured down and hit everyone's faces and shoulders along with the wind.

Like someone is crying for that person.

Yokohama.

After the funeral was over, Zhongyuan Zhong went around to the other side on his own, planning to return to the AFIA headquarters.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Osamu Dazai.

"Give it to me?" Zhong Yuanzhong, who was shouted, also said a little doubtfully.

Wearing the black windbreaker, he looked at Osamu Dazai beside him, and then at the plain tombstone, "She asked you to hand it over to me?"

Osamu Dazai nodded and handed him the box in his hand.

"Everyone has the things that were sent to the Armed Detective Agency two days ago," he said, "Because I don't have your address, Shiratori asked me to deliver the things to you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lips and nodded.

"I see," he said.

Watching Chuya Nakahara leave without looking back, Osamu Dazai glanced at the woods behind him again, and walked towards the Armed Detective Agency.

After a while, a figure wearing a felt hat and that heavy cloak appeared behind the tree.

Fyodor exhaled softly, put the white rose in his hand in front of the tombstone, and picked up the small box that was intentionally placed on the side.

After stopping to watch for a while, he left slowly, as quietly as when he came.

Suddenly a white bird flew across the sky, flapping its wings and leaving.

The black ribbon tied on the white rose fell down in the wind, like a wordless elegy.