Only 100 days left in life

Mariko Shiratori breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Osamu Dazai, who felt like he was charging when he heard the crab, and finally got motivated and felt a little bit of a struggle.

She took out a disused diary from the bookshelf by the dining table, opened it casually, and drew a pen to write down what she was going to do next, or what she wanted to do.

Go to see Dr. Yosano, go to the beach once in summer, participate in a summer festival, and recently want to learn to play the guitar, and want to go to the mountains to see

Shiratori Mariko circled the word "doctor" and pondered.

If you want to go to Yokohama where Osamu Dazai lives, there are still many things to consider.

It's obviously a very dangerous place, people with supernatural powers, "armed", and even the mafia are very likely to lose their lives.

She didn't think she, a person from another world, would get much welcome there.

Not to mention looking at the sea, even if you go there to see a doctor, you may not be able to come back safely.

From Osamu Dazai's understated statement, she can imagine the attitude of the Yokohama government opposite her, and the attitude of Hong Kong black people towards her.

It's definitely not friendly, probably not too different from the principal of the Kyoto school, who thinks she is synonymous with disrupting order.

What's more, she asked carefully, even if the communication equipment is interoperable between the two parties, but the bank card is not, it will be a problem to take a taxi to the Armed Detective Agency.

Not to mention, it also costs money to find a doctor for medical treatment.

Even if you borrow money, or work, you have to measure your own worth.

How much value does she have for others to extract?

The afternoon sun slanted through the window and sprinkled on the green plants in front of me, casting an inch of quiet and peaceful light and shadow.

Shiratori Mariko stuffed the notebook casually and picked up the idle shower.

She gently tilted the shower in her hand, poured the tap water mixed with nutrient solution along the fine holes, poured it into the flowerpot clearly, and quickly moistened the soil.

It's really good to stay at home and not go anywhere, except for the gradually depleted savings figure, nothing changes.

Chasing dramas, games, housework, day after day, occasionally earning some part-time money at home, and adding some other snacks to your shopping cart.

But anyway, she didn't really want to stay at home anymore.

Is this kind of life really what she wants?For the sake of safety, I didn't go anywhere, simply missed all the scenery, and just spent the last time in a daze... Is it really worth it?

In this way, I don’t know a few people from the beginning to the end, so the extremely clean circle and regular life, such a cycle day after day, is it really interesting?

It is not the best solution to be afraid of the high-level people in the magic world and therefore hold back, or to give up and go out because you are worried that the scary appearance of the magic spirit will cause nightmares.

Shiratori Mariko looked at her palm, remembering how the curse spirit met her before and disappeared instantly.

"Can I do more than I thought?" she murmured.

"Everything, you don't know what it looks like until you try it, right?" Wujo Wu's words seemed to be still in his ears that day, "If you don't try it, how do you know what you can do?"

He evoked a smile, stood on the rooftop and opened his arms, as if overlooking the world from the highest point, "A brand new world—isn't the temptation strong enough? What are you hesitating about?"

Then he forcefully pushed Shiratori Mariko out of the narrow room.

In this way, she saved Yoshino Nagi, and her relationship with Knotweed got better, and also because of that day, her relationship with other people became closer.

The balance in her heart gradually tilted, Shiratori Mariko casually threw the shower on the window sill, picked up the book again, turned the pen in her hand around, and drew a line on the page, leading to the " Yokohama".

Go, don't look, there's nothing.Whether it's the exchange competition of the high school or Yokohama, let's go and have a look.

What if that Dr. Yosano could really cure her disease.

If I missed the opportunity because I was timid at this time, in retrospect, I will look down on myself.

When Atsushi Nakajima took over the task of "Looking for Osamu Dazai" from Kunikida Doppo, he never expected that he would stand here like a wooden man, looking at the door stupidly, hesitating whether to take it or not. push away.

Last time Mr. Dazai mentioned that the mysteriously appeared house is here, right?He always felt a little intimidating.

Izumi Jinghua, who was standing a little behind Atsushi Nakajima, looked at him, "What's wrong?"

With a mobile phone hanging around her neck, she still wore the red kimono, looking calm and cautious.

"Ah, I just remembered the rumors about this door," Atsushi Nakajima wiped his sweat and said to Jinghua with a smile, "I feel that this door is a bit dangerous."

He always felt that there would be something like a terrible monster coming out of it, although it might just be that he was thinking too much.

But after hesitating for a moment, Atsushi Nakajima reached out and knocked on the door.

"Is there anyone there?" he asked.

"Yes," came the response from inside, "Who is it?"

It sounded like a girl's voice, with a slightly gentle tone.

"That," Atsushi Nakajima became nervous, "I'm a member of the Armed Detective Agency, Atsushi Nakajima! I'm here to find Mr. Dazai!"

He swallowed, trying to calm himself down.

"Oh, it's Dunjun," said another voice he was quite familiar with, "come in by yourself, the door is unlocked."

Doesn't sound like much of a problem.It would be great if Dazai-san is alright.

Atsushi Nakajima breathed a sigh of relief, pushed the door open and entered, and then found that the room was crowded with people, and they all looked at him when they heard the sound of him opening the door.

so many people.He subconsciously took a step back, blocking Quan Jinghua behind him.

Seeing his reaction, Shiratori Mariko raised her eyebrows unexpectedly.

"I am the master here," she put down her notebook, and introduced herself simply, "Mariko Shiratori. Are you here to find Osamu Dazai?"

It's the rumored owner!

Atsushi Nakajima, who was suddenly triggered by the name and recalled Kunikida Doppo's previous teachings, hurriedly bowed.

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you," he said bravely, "I'm really sorry."

Following Atsushi Nakajima's bent posture, the extra belt behind him was lifted briskly like a sensitive tail.

Fat Da, who was sitting in the corner, couldn't hold back, blinked his peasy eyes, and stretched out his claws curiously to fiddle with it.

Its movements were very cautious, but Atsushi Nakajima who was touched instantly turned his head and bumped into Panda with an innocent face scratching his face with his paws, and took another step back.

"The raging panda!" he exclaimed in surprise, "It's alive! Mr. Dazai!"

"Panda," Panda pointed to himself, "It's Panda, not a panda. Well, it's not wrong to say it's a panda."

"Oh, sorry, I was wrong," Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously said, and then suddenly woke up, "Wait! Mirror Flower Sauce! Pandas can talk!"

"Ah, yes," Dazai Osamu replied perfunctorily, "Live pandas."

He yawned, "I'll be fine soon. Wait a minute, Don-kun."

"Are you kidding me, you will definitely lose a complete defeat and post notes all over—" Wild Rose complained dissatisfiedly, "It's not good to talk big too early!"

She rolled her eyes rudely at Osamu Dazai, "Even if you look pretty good, I won't let you go!"

"Oh, okay," Dazai thought for a while, and changed his rhetoric, "I don't think I can finish this mission forever, I want to increase the price, Miss Shiratori~"

He turned to Shiratori Mariko who was standing by the sofa, trying to bargain, "One more crab!"

"Damn it! It's too much, okay!" Wild Qiangwei thumped the table angrily, "You bastard!"

The most irritating thing is that this guy is still the real one!

Shiratori Mariko smiled softly, holding his head gently with both hands, and unceremoniously turned his head back to the original direction.

"Continue with your tactics," she said calmly, "If you don't learn it, you won't even want to eat one."

"Ah, Miss Shiratori is so strict—"

Mariko Shiratori ignored his words, "Atsushi Nakajima, right? What kind of soda to drink?"

She looked sideways at the door, and there seemed to be a shadow behind the boy, "Just sit down, it may take a while. Who is behind you?"

"Ah, thank you very much." Atsushi Nakajima paused, walked forward, and let Izumi Kyoka get out of the back, "It's my friend, Izumi Kyoka."

"I'm sorry to trouble you," Quan Jinghua behind him stepped forward and bowed in the same way, "I'm very sorry to bother you."

Her movements are very crisp and neat, although her expression is very serious, but because the flowers on the braids are also bouncing along with her movements, she shows a little girlish immaturity.

"It's nothing," Shiratori Mariko handed the soda out of the freezer to the two, "Would you like to watch it? Mr. Dazai's speech is quite good."

She pointed to Osamu Dazai who was surrounded by people, "But since there are no extra chairs at home, I might have to sit on the floor."

"We're actually here to pick up Mr. Dazai," Atsushi Nakajima replied helplessly looking at Osamu Dazai who was clearly having fun.

He closed the door and tentatively called out, "Mr. Dazai?"

"What's the matter, Atsushi?" Osamu Dazai struggled to stand up from the crowd and stretched his waist, "Let's take a 10-minute intermission first, I'm thirsty. It's really tiring to talk about the so-called strategy here. , Are these people all reckless single-celled monsters? Why is it not Kunikida-kun? Is he okay?"

He looked languid, like a lazy, proud and happy cat just after wrestling with a toy, showing off his exploits with ease.

"Ah, Mr. Kunikida said he was busy with work, so he called me over," Atsushi Nakajima explained bravely.

"Hey! What are you talking about?" Wild Rose Nagizaki tore off the white stripe on his face because of the loss, and said angrily, "Is there any problem with our teamwork?"

She rubbed her eyes that were a little sour from being overly concentrated, "Don't think that you can say something like this just after winning a few games—"

Dazai turned around and shrugged.

"If you are talking about two people exchanging weapons, exchanging positions, relying solely on hand-to-hand combat and the so-called magical manipulation of teamwork, and relying on the tactical experience gained from fighting monsters over and over again," he said flatly, " That's not strategy. Strategy is something that can stand against a thousand with one-to-many."

"After all, if you are ruled by instinct, don't you have a brain for the sake of looking good? Right, Don-kun~"

He shook the empty plastic cup and changed the subject, "Oh, there's nothing left. Miss Shiratori, please have another cup of tea."

"Mr. Tai, Dazai" Atsushi Nakajima, who was suddenly named, couldn't help but wiped his sweat.

"Here, you want plain water," Shiratori Mariko put the cup heavily on the table, "Lecture more and less provocation. Drink yours."

"Oh, Miss Shiratori is really getting more and more fierce." Osamu Dazai picked up the cup and turned it around, "By the way, Atsushi-kun, come and listen."

He spread his hands, "Now I suddenly think of it, you seem to only know how to fight forward. Jinghua, come too. Although you should know more than these guys, it won't hurt to listen."

Jinghua responded quickly, and Atsushi Nakajima looked around, "But"

Not a single spot left.

"I'll move some chairs over here," Shiratori Mariko understood immediately, "Is the one from the kitchen okay?"

"Let me move the chair, Shiratori, take a seat first," Knotaba Yuhito, who was sitting on the outermost side of the sofa, got up, "Just sit here! It should be fine to stuff it in!"

Before Atsushi Nakajima could react, he easily carried two chairs over and placed them one behind the other near the sofa, "Is this okay?"

"Okay, no problem!" Atsushi Nakajima quickly thanked, "Thank you very much."

Jinghua behind him also said "thank you" and sat down.

The position of the two of them happened to be next to the knotweed Yuren, and he handed over the snacks he brought with him very smoothly, "Come on some?"

He thought for a while, "What's your name?"

"Ah, no, thank you." Seeing the shining eyes of Quan Jinghua on the side, Atsushi Nakajima hesitated again and again, but still took it over, "My name is Atsushi Nakajima. How about you?"

He looked curiously at the pink-haired boy in front of him, saw his bright smile like the rising sun, and couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"Oh, it's a great name!" Knotaba Yuhito gave a thumbs up, "I'm a first-year college student, Knotaba Yuhito! Nice to meet you!"