Only 100 days left in life

Today's weather is fine, cloudless, and under the blue sky are people in a hurry.

The breeze lingered across the treetops, bringing a bit of coolness, but it didn't last long before dissipating in the hot summer.

Three days have passed since Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency, successfully entered the house and returned after speaking with the owner who claimed to be Mariko Shiratori.

However, there is still no progress.

In the past three days, neither the person in charge of the Supernatural Secret Service Section who went to investigate nor Fukuzawa Yukichi himself could ever step into that room again.

Similarly, even if they chose to evacuate the nearby residents, and tried to let people with supernatural powers or modern blasting methods forcibly break through the door, it was all to no avail.

This "door" that suddenly appeared in Yokohama was quietly closed as if it had never been opened.

People can't help but guess whether something happened to the owner, or something happened to her.

On the side of the Armed Detective Agency, the commission issued by the president Fukuzawa Yukichi seems to have no possibility of progress because of the disappearance of Shiratori Mariko.

Due to the lack of progress, the busy Ability Secret Service Section has withdrawn most of the people who were following them. Most of them are very busy. Because they support the operation of the city, there is almost no rest time. After no results, the security level here was reduced.

And on the morning of the fourth day, Osamu Dazai, who was wearing a beige windbreaker with his hands in his pockets, stood in front of the door of this room after going round and round.

He put away his usual smile, and looked at the ordinary wooden door in front of him with a scrutinizing indifference.

Just like when Osamu Dazai came here for the first time, the small lantern with the words "Izakaya" hanging on the right is the most fundamental reason why the president Fukuzawa Yukichi mistook this place for a ramen shop.

In fact, he has been paying attention to this door since it appeared, and coming here alone today is also a risky move.

This is not the first time that Osamu Dazai finds it difficult to control, but it is indeed the first time that he finds it difficult to get started.

According to Shiratori Mariko herself, she has about ninety days to live.There is not much time left for them to start.

The sun shone on Osamu Dazai's side face, half of which was hidden in the shadows. His expression was unpredictable, unable to distinguish his emotions, and the wind slightly rolled up the corner of his windbreaker, and then gently disappeared.

Thinking back to the president's words, he took out a bandaged hand from his pocket, and gently pushed the sliding door to the right.

At this time, Shiratori Mariko was answering the phone while cleaning up the live crabs in her hand.

She tied up the crabs that were not very obedient one by one neatly, and chatted with the person on the other end with the phone on her shoulder.

Recently, it happened to be the time to eat crabs. The owner of the restaurant with a good relationship sent her some fresh and big live crabs, which was regarded as compensation for her wages owed for so long.

"Yes, I have already received it," she simply replied, "It's very fresh, um, you bothered."

"No, no, we would like to thank you for your understanding," the boss said heartily, "We owe you wages for so long before, and we should be the ones to thank you. Even Huimei's hospital nurses are asking for your help. It's really hard work." is you."

He rubbed himself to the side, the top of his newly recovered little daughter's head, "Come here for dinner next time, I'll treat you."

The first batch of firm crabs were arranged in order and placed in the steamer, while a bunch of crabs were tied up and stuffed in the pool for temporary raising. Mariko Shiratori listened to the girl's soft and waxy "Thank you sister" on the phone, I couldn't help laughing again.

It would be great for her to be able to help.

Part-time jobs are very common for her. Because of lack of money, Shiratori Mariko basically applies for short-term jobs, most of which are between two and three months. She has been to cat cafes and dog cafes , Vegetable store, small restaurant, I have also collected cash in supermarkets, worked as a miscellaneous in flower shop, and worked as a group performer and distributed boxed lunches during summer and winter vacations.

In fact, she didn't work part-time in this store for long. After graduating from school, she went to the company to apply for a job, and she didn't have very deep contact with the boss.

For her, the only impression is that the owner of this store is a divorced father with a well-behaved and lovely daughter.

The little girl passed out in the physical education class at school, and the hospital found out that she was seriously ill and needed treatment. The misappropriation of the money almost emptied the boss's family, so she couldn't pay the part-time fees that Mariko Shiratori worked for.

Seeing the boss who was running around for her daughter, Mariko Shiratori softened her heart for a moment, and said that it was okay to be in arrears for the time being, and helped introduce a reliable nurse.

Although this is what I said, there is actually not much contact in the follow-up, and Mariko Shiratori has almost given up on asking for this salary back.

Recently, the boss contacted her and told her that the little girl had recovered and was discharged from the hospital, and sent her a large box of crabs. Then she remembered this incident.

"Then I won't be polite," Mariko Shiratori responded with a smile.

After lighting the gas stove and washing her hands, she sat on the sofa, thinking about whether to invite students from the high school to eat crabs.

The event that the headmaster of the Kyoto school was smashed in the face by a cake at the birthday party of Nagasaki Yarosaki yesterday seemed to herald the opening of the school, which greatly encouraged the confidence of the students of the Tokyo school.

It may be that it was very pleasant to see the opposite party get frustrated, and wanted to make them suffer a little more in the exchange match to retaliate against their malicious destruction of the birthday party. According to Wild Rose, the seven people stayed in the classroom today, resuming the original plan.

Thinking about this, Shiratori Mariko didn't forget to set an alarm clock to prevent the crab from being overcooked.

She reached out and pushed the dumpling that jumped to the side of the steamer to the ground, "Stay away, stay away—"

Pushed off the table, the aggrieved Tuanzi looked like she was being greedy, and pulled her clothes to look up.

"You will be allergic to this," Shiratori Mariko rubbed its head helplessly, "So greedy, what should I do?"

Last time, while she was away, she secretly ate coffee jelly. She was so scared that she picked up the cat and ran to the pet hospital for fear that the dumpling would get stuck in her trachea.

"Should I invite Maki and the others?" After thinking about the quantity, Shiratori Mariko sighed, "There are too many, one person can't finish it."

Turned off the fire, and sent a message to the group, "I cooked crabs today, does anyone want to eat?" Mariko Shiratori put her phone aside.

And at this moment, Shiratori Mariko heard the sound of being pushed away from near the balcony door.

She raised her eyes to look over there, and met the strange young man who was looking here in amazement.

He has a pair of iris-colored eyes, which glow a little warm under the sunlight, and his clothes also look refreshing and crisp.

"Who are you?" Shiratori Mariko asked.

"My surname is Dazai," the young man replied, "and my full name is Osamu Dazai."

After staring at her for a while, the young man in khaki windbreaker, white shirt and black vest seemed to understand something, laughed, and closed the door behind him.

He just walked in naturally, stood beside her, then sniffed, and moved closer to her face.

It's too close.She could almost see his slender and curly eyelashes, and his translucent and clear eyes.

Shiratori Mariko took a step back abruptly, holding the mobile phone that she had just seized temporarily and halfway through typing in front of her, not understanding what was going on.

"What's your name?" The young man named Osamu Dazai asked, "No, I know."

"The owner of this room is Miss Shiratori Mariko who is good at ramen, isn't she?"

Shiratori Mariko froze for a moment, frowning.

Knowing her name, ramen was also mentioned.Who is Mr. Fukuzawa who entered by mistake last time?

But this distance is definitely too close.

She instinctively hated this kind of situation where she was too close to someone she didn't know at all.

Mariko Shiratori vigilantly held her cell phone and walked around to the other side of the table, keeping a safe distance from Osamu Dazai.

She picked up the dumpling that was going to bite someone, and hugged her in her arms, "You know me? What's your relationship with Mr. Fukuzawa?"

relative?friend?Or the member of the detective agency?

"Me? I'm currently working for an armed detective agency," Dazai replied.

Shiratori Mariko responded, "Then you are here today because of Mr. Fukuzawa."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Osamu Dazai's abrupt move.

Osamu Dazai leaned over slightly, and grabbed Shiratori Mariko's wrist.

He held the ground tightly, Shiratori Mariko frowned, and pulled back her hand, but did not twitch.

This is quite a disciple.

"Let me go," Shiratori Mariko said angrily.

"You are so beautiful," the young man named Dazai Osamu was still talking to himself, "You are so cute, pure and innocent like a blooming daisy in spring."

He said with a little smile, "Then, Miss Shiratori, are you willing to die with me—in love?"

Shiratori Mariko:? ? ?

Mariko Shiratori, who was violently attacked by the rather greasy love words, turned to the page for calling Megumi Fukuro with the other hand expressionlessly, and began to look for the number of the mental hospital stored in the mobile phone, "Thank you, no need."

On the other hand, Dazai Osamu was still holding her hand, and said in a different tone like a bard, "After eating this sumptuous crab, use your hands full of fragrance to delicately lift me—"

The bathroom door on the other side was pushed open.

"Hi, I'm here, Shiratori," said Katsuobu Yuhito happily, "They said you bought—"

As soon as he came in, he saw Shiratori Mariko being harassed by an unknown man, and he was shocked.

Instinct reacted faster than consciousness, and without much time to think, Yuzuki Yuhito rushed to Dazai Osamu's side, and pulled his hand off Shiratori Mariko's wrist with an irresistible force.

Then grabbed his collar and pulled him down.

This series of actions was so fast that Osamu Dazai almost had no time to react before being dragged directly in front of the boy who was shorter than him.

He blinked blankly, as if it was the first time he had experienced such a thing where he was beaten if he failed to strike up a conversation, and at the same time carefully evaluated the strength of the boy in front of him.

This series of actions did not feel any signs of abnormal abilities.

That is to say, this strange boy has such quick reactions and superhuman speed based on his physical body alone.

interesting.Such an extraordinary speed can almost be compared with the animalized Dun.

Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai, who was pulled to the same level as the knotweed, was shaken by the knotweed Yuhito because of distraction.

"Hi," Knotaba Yuhito repeated again, "are you listening to me?"

"Sorry." Osamu Dazai blinked, "What did you say?"

A pure and innocent look.

So you really weren't listening, right?

Knotashi Yuhito took a deep breath, "So you were bullying Shiratori just now, right? Is that so?"

Osamu Dazai was taken aback by this straightforward question.

"What if I say yes?" he asked with a smile.

Knotabagi Youruhito said "Oh" calmly, indicating that he understood.

"If you say yes," he pulled Dazai by the collar with one hand, turned his palm into a fist, and swung it at Dazai's face, "then I'm going to beat you!"