Only 100 days left in life

When Saiki Kusuo came over for the first time, he just wanted to clean up the mess for his brother.

Yep, mess.

He thought it was an easy thing to do, but...

That day, after warning his brother, Saiki Kusuo came out from the door of the litter box with calm eyes and a calm expression, and when he greeted Shiratori Mariko freely, obviously, that special kind was startled by him Jump.

It seems that because of the bright color of his hair and harsh green glasses, as well as the suppressor on his head, Saiki Kusuo is considered a "weird" and gets a rather unusual treatment.

All in all, almost got beat up.

[No, no, I'm really not a pervert.Not a thief either.Not even robbers.No no no no I don't want to mess with another half of the same kind who is "watched" by the world and guess whether it is good or bad. ]

[It’s just to clean up the mess left by my brother, I really don’t have any thoughts about women who are alone at home.Not for the coffee pudding on the table either. ]

But it's clear that Mariko Shiratori doesn't believe his explanation, and doesn't seem to be listening at all.

Not only did she urgently call the nearby police station, but she also picked up the broom that was left unused in the living room.

Shiratori Mariko rushed up waving a broom and threw him head and face, almost triggering a world war.

Really only a little bit.

The emergency state was activated, and when Shiratori Mariko's broom was about to fall, Saiki Kusuo took out the doll in desperation, and hit her on the head expressionlessly, erasing the 1-minute memory of Shiratori Mariko, He stared at her again and started hypnotism.

[I am your favorite living creature, look at me, I am your most trusted and favorite living creature in this world. ]

[Ignore me, yes, I am dango. ]

Then, in the eyes of Shiratori Mariko, he became the cat "Danzi" raised by Shiratori Mariko.

The kind of living creature whose favorability is as high as 99.It was a hobby that baffled him.

To be honest, at the beginning, he just came to see him every now and then. After activating his ability, Mariko Shiratori naturally regarded him as a dumpling, and there was no big problem.

Originally, it was enough for Saiki Kusuo to come here from time to time to confirm the situation. Usually, she directly transferred her cat fanaticism to Tuanzi who stayed on the other side, so as to simply solve the problem caused by the same kind of cat sucking and mistaking him for a cat. troubled.

When she finds that there are occasional overcooked desserts in Mariko Shiratori's refrigerator that cannot be sent out, she will occasionally get rid of them.

But since the first door opened, Saiki Kusuo had to keep a close eye on this side.

With the opening of the first door, troubles poured in continuously.

But as time passed, new problems emerged.

His hypnotism is gradually failing, and Shiratori Mariko is getting harder to fool.

Shiratori Mariko has recently been able to directly see that he is a person and not a cat, which has caused confusion in her thoughts, and without exception, she decisively picked up a kitchen knife at this time.

So he could only erase his memory again, transform into a cat, and had to change the cat's fur to orange and white to ensure that Shiratori Mariko couldn't recognize the difference between him and the dumpling.

But obviously, on the day when the students of the Conjuration High School came here for a party, Shiratori Mariko discovered that the cat's fur color was not the original color, and the dyed cat fur was gradually falling off.

And now, even the suppressor can be seen by Shiratori Mariko.

The next step is glasses.

Saiki Kusuo sighed and flicked his tail.

He looked at Shiratori Mariko who was feeding him food and was going out again today with a blank expression. He clearly understood what she was going to do and felt a headache because of it.

Do you want to keep up, or teleport over there when the time comes?

According to the past, once the super power is used at that time, if you are not in your home field, you may be recognized and disturb Mariko Shiratori's life.Forget it anyway.

Moreover, according to common sense, the bandage spirit next to her is as reliable as the white-haired blindfold monster, so nothing will happen to her.

But Saiki Kusuo is more worried about accidents caused by Shiratori Mariko's own instability.

While Saiki Kusuo was analyzing the difficulties in front of him calmly and rationally, there was an extra person in front of him.

Oh, it's the Bandage Monster.Here comes the Bandage Monster.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand with a smile, intentionally touching the little white cat in front of him.

"Good morning, kitty," he said, "what are you doing?"

[It's funny, it's changed back now.Speaking of which, does Shiratori know that there are two different cats in her house?Do you want to remind her, or...]

Saiki Kusuo, who heard his voice clearly, ignored him.

He simply jumped a few steps away from this frustrated guy, and turned to Mariko Shiratori, who was adding food to the dumplings, and kept a close distance from her to prevent her from suddenly getting angry, and stretched out his hand cat.

Ugh, being a cat is hard.

Seeing the cat running away in resistance, Osamu Dazai sighed regretfully.

"Oh, it seems that I'm not very popular," he said knowingly, "What is Miss Shiratori doing?"

On one side, Shiratori Mariko was squatting by the cat bowl, just tearing open the newly bought bag of cat food.

"I'm pouring cat food," she replied without raising her head, "Mr. Dazai came early today."

"Ah, yes," Osamu Dazai replied, "because I promised Miss Shiratori to go with you to see Dr. Yosano. Speaking of which, if it doesn't work, Miss Shiratori will be free to die with me today ?"

"No, no, didn't you agree to go to Dr. Yosano?" Mariko Shiratori said with a wooden face, "I don't want to die for love."

She clapped her hands and stood up, "Let's go now. Shall we walk over, or is it another way?"

"Go out through the door, not far from the detective agency," Dazai Osamu looked at her curiously, "Is there any other way for Ms. Shiratori?"

Shiratori Mariko pointed to the bicycle that had been moved out of the warehouse early and placed on the other side.

It is impossible to take a taxi, and you can only barely make a living by riding a bicycle.

Dazai's eyes lit up.

"Then let's go there by bicycle!" He said intoxicatedly, "in the gentle breeze, sitting on the bicycles one after the other, we will go to a wonderful death together-what a way to commit suicide!"

"...Impossible," Shiratori Mariko said blankly, "You can't take people on a bicycle. You will be fined."

She said with a headache, "Mr. Dazai, can we go now?"

"Can't you really try it?"

Osamu Dazai clasped his hands together, blinked at Mariko Shiratori, "Maybe I can use this to return to the embrace of death in a clear and clear way! I will be very grateful to you, Miss Shiratori!"

...it's no use asking for your thanks.

Shiratori Mariko silently picked up the satchel on the other side, ignoring his words, "Can I go now?"

It was peaceful all the way.

Walking side by side with Osamu Dazai on the streets of Yokohama, it is difficult to see that this is a city that has just suffered a catastrophe.

Bustling streets, bustling crowds, pedestrians walking around in an orderly manner, cars stopping and going, it looks like a thriving port city.

Shiratori Mariko looked around curiously, feeling that it was not much different from Tokyo.

The trees are full of shade, the flowers are in full bloom, and they are thriving.

According to Osamu Dazai, during the day Yokohama is ruled by the army and the police.

Sure enough, the sound of police cars whizzing by could be heard from time to time, and the pedestrians on the road were not surprised, as if they were used to it, and seemed to feel at ease about it.

Osamu Dazai looked at Yokohama in front of him and smiled.

"Yokohama is beautiful, isn't it?" he said, "I hope it will continue to be good."

"Yes," Shiratori Mari nodded, "I think it will."

She walked forward, then lowered her head to look at the map, "Mr. Dazai, where is the detective agency—"

Caught off guard, Shiratori Mariko collided with the person who jumped in front of her at some point.

Without the slightest defense, the recoil made her subconsciously take a few steps back, and her back hit the street tree diagonally behind her hard, causing Shiratori Mariko to gasp.

Ignoring the bursts of pain coming from her back, she quickly apologized to the person she bumped into, "I'm really sorry, I didn't see..."

"Didn't you see someone in front of you?" The young man wearing a hat in front of him complained, "Oh, you really are an idiot without eyes."

When he spoke, his tone was like that of a child who has not grown up, and he was a little naive and childish when he jumped out, "I can't help it, since I have apologized, Lord Ranpo will reluctantly forgive you!"

"I'm really sorry," Shiratori Mariko picked up the snacks that fell due to the impact one by one, and handed them to Edogawa Ranpo in front of him, "It's true that I was too reckless. I'm really sorry."

"I've already said I'll forgive you," the young man said impatiently, "There's no need to apologize anymore."

"Dazai, this is the Mariko Shiratori, right?" He looked at the Mariko Shiratori in front of him, "Usually—it's nothing special."

Shiratori Mariko was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the person in front of her again.

Since I know Mr. Dazai...are you also a member of the Armed Detective Agency?

"That's right," Osamu Dazai said, "It's the Mariko Shiratori that the president mentioned, Mr. Ranpo."

He turned to Shiratori Mariko again, "Mr. Ranpo is a member of the Armed Detective Agency, a very powerful detective."

"That's right, that's it," Edogawa Ranpo nodded confidently.

He urged impatiently, "Let's go, let's go back!"

Infirmary.

Shiratori Mariko sat a little awkwardly, in front of her was a female doctor named Yosano Akiko.

After a simple inspection, she is waiting for the final results.

Can it be cured, or can't, or...will it cost a lot of money and time?

Mariko Shiratori prepared herself psychologically before she came, and she also understood that she only won the lottery once every time, and she was still a pair of useless spikes, so there was no possibility of being so lucky at all.

But what if?

With a fluke mentality, she looked at Akiko Yosano with full expectation.

"That, and Dr. Yosano..." Mariko Shiratori asked tentatively.

Yosano Akiko looked at Shiratori Mariko and thought for a moment before speaking.

"It's like this, my supernatural power [please don't die] can only be activated when the patient is near death. But I still have doubts about whether the supernatural power can work on you," she said, "If you use it without permission You have become 'near death', and I cannot promise to cure you."

Shiratori Mariko struggled to digest these words, "So, do you mean it's impossible?"

"Sorry," the black-haired female doctor in front of me said bluntly, "Your state is not considered 'near death' at the moment, so there is nothing I can do at the moment."

Seeing Shiratori Mariko's disappointed look, she added, "Maybe you can come back and try again on the last day."

Shiratori Mariko paused, like a stone in her heart fell to the ground.

After a while, she accepted the result, "I see, I will trouble you today."

Now that the result is obtained, Mariko Shiratori plans to leave and leave.

She stood up, "Then I'll..."

The door was pushed open suddenly, and Quan Jinghua walked in.

"What's wrong," asked Yosano Akiko who was sitting on the chair, "Kyoka?"

She pinned her hair and guessed casually, "Are you going to send Miss Shiratori back?"

She doesn't have many mirror flowers here, so it should be for Mariko Shiratori.

Quan Jinghua nodded, then shook her head again.

"Mr. Dazai asked me to come and tell you...a stranger has come," she said, "it's someone from the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

"I want to see Mariko Shiratori by name."