Only 100 days left in life

"Shiratori, do you have a bathtub at home?"

Osamu Dazai put his hands behind his head, casually turned to Mariko Shiratori beside him, "Is there any?"

Mariko Shiratori, who was still bowing her head to reply to Gojo Satoru's message, was taken aback by his question.

She typed "Okay" without any hassle, stuffed the lock screen of her phone into her pocket, and then answered Osamu Dazai's question.

"Bathtub?" She shook her head, "No. What's wrong?"

Does he want to borrow the bathtub at home to take a bath?

"How can there be no bathtub at home?" Osamu Dazai shook his head regretfully, "I simply lost one of the great joys of life. The bathtub is a very good thing—"

The three of them passed by the benches in the park. The stone slabs on the ground were dotted with a little moss, and the pool on one side was quietly rippling, reflecting the sky that still had some afterglow.

The balloon in the child's hand came out of his hand, and his mouth was deflated, as if he was about to cry.

Shiratori Mariko grabbed the floating balloon, handed it back to him, and got a smile.

Nakahara also pressed his hat, and looked at Osamu Dazai impatiently.

"Does what other people put in their homes have anything to do with you bastard? You guy, you better give me a little peace of mind, do you hear me?"

As soon as he heard that Osamu Dazai wanted to send him back with "good intentions", he knew that this guy had absolutely no good intentions.

Either to toss this, or to provoke that, it's really hateful.

"Shiratori's family can definitely commit suicide successfully," Dazai Osamu didn't care about his threat at all, "I just haven't tried it yet. I'm really looking forward to it."

What he said was like "I haven't been to Shiratori's house for a meal, so I'm looking forward to it", an understatement.

Hearing his words, Shiratori Mariko twitched the corners of her mouth.She was almost used to the "suicide" that Osamu Dazai talked about.

"No," she said expressionlessly, "it's impossible for you to try. If you still think about this kind of thing, you won't be allowed in in the future."

In order to prevent Osamu Dazai from continuing, Mariko Shiratori still explained, "There is no bathtub at home because it is too troublesome to clean the bathtub, and the facilities are very expensive."

"So when I bought it, I just chose the shower, which is more convenient," she sighed, "and the bathtub and so on, I don't need it."

She usually works most of the time and has no chance to take a slow bath.

"Oh, that's really a pity," Osamu Dazai said regretfully, "In the quiet midnight, listening to music and diving under the water, the feeling of slowly losing oxygen is like doing a ridiculous game. The dream of Sutra is silent and does not cause any trouble to others. For example, Chuya, he has a bathtub in his house, facing the balcony, and this guy’s favorite thing is—” Drinking while taking a bath .

He let out a cry of pain.

"Shut up, you bastard!" Nakahara knocked Osamu Dazai, "Don't talk nonsense!"

He looked at Shiratori Mariko, "It doesn't matter what you use at home, don't listen to this guy."

No, actually, I don't have any intention of hearing Dazai Osamu's opinion.

And he has no intention of changing anything in his home.

Shiratori Mariko thought so, but she simply smiled at Nakahara Chuya's words as a response.

Looking forward, the red lantern with the words "izakaya" hanging in front of the door not far away should be the location of her home.

"It's almost there," Osamu Dazai rubbed his stomach, "I'm so hungry—speaking of which, Chuya, have you brought any money?"

His stomach made a rumbling sound in unison.

"Bring it," Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled up his sleeves a little, "Is there something wrong?"

He glanced up and down at Osamu Dazai, "Why, no money with you? Do you want to borrow money from me? You are really downcast. Ha, if you kneel down and beg me, I will consider lending you some—"

Osamu Dazai snapped his fingers.

"Then let Chuya treat me to dinner!"

Nakahara also snorted, thinking that Osamu Dazai had lost his head.

"impossible."

"Aren't you invited by Chuya? Are you really not invited? Ah, what a pity, I thought I wouldn't have to steal Chuya's wallet—slugs are really troublesome—"

Zhong Yuanzhong also violently punched the tree next to him.

"Don't openly say in front of me that you want to steal my wallet, you idiot mackerel!!!"

Shiratori Mariko was surprised to see that the tree broke in the middle and hit the ground heavily, making a roar.

She looked at Nakahara Chuya's arm again, it was slender and powerful, no, it was no longer a matter of strength.

When Shiratori Mariko felt that she should thank him for saving herself, she withdrew her strength.

She pulled Dazai Osamu and signaled the guy to stop talking.I'm really worried that he will be punched to death.

Following her strength, Osamu Dazai turned his head, and his eyes lit up when he saw Mariko Shiratori.

"Oh, by the way, Shiratori, would you like to come with me—I remember that there is a restaurant next door that has super good steaks, let Chuya treat us to eat!"

"Asshole, you still owe me a favor, right! If you want to please, you are the one to please!"

"Oh, aren't we former partners? Chuya really misses the past."

"You traitor! Shut up!"

Seeing Chuya Nakahara getting more and more furious, Mariko Shiratori felt that Osamu Dazai was not a big deal at all, and added fuel to the fire of his efforts.

It's not necessary to pinch it like this for a sentence.

She thought about it, and said straightforwardly, "Why don't I treat you!"

"you?"

"Okay!"

The two of them looked at her in unison, their aura was overwhelming, and Shiratori Mariko took a step back in fright.

Then she remembered a very serious problem.

In order to save money, she usually cooks at home and rarely eats out.

Moreover, this is the world of supernatural powers, but her money is in the bank account of her own world.

All in all, no money.

Embarrassed, Mariko Shiratori flicked the coin, thought for a long time, and finally found a compromise.

"How about that," she said with a forced smile, "go to my house to eat."

It just so happens that there are plenty of ingredients at home.

"This is your home?" Zhong Yuan walked in and looked around briefly, "It's quite big."

When he stood outside, he thought it was just a small izakaya.I didn't expect that after walking in, it was like changing a place.

"Yeah," Shiratori Mariko walked into the kitchen with the ordered dishes, "it's pretty big."

"Mr. Nakaya, please be casual, there is something to drink in the refrigerator," she casually tied her hair up with a scrunchie, "I'll take care of the ingredients."

Osamu Dazai consciously sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

Then I fished out a bag of potato chips from below and ate it while watching cartoons, very casually.

Seeing Zhong also looked over, Osamu Dazai handed over the potato chips in his arms, "Do you want to eat them too?"

The tone is casual, as if he is the master here.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't pay attention to that guy either.He glanced at the window, somehow feeling something was wrong here.

When I walked in, I was on the first floor. According to common sense, there are ordinary trees outside the window, but there are only a few residential buildings next to it, as if this is on the first floor or so.

Is it a three-dimensional wallpaper?No, no wallpaper can do this realistic effect.

The cat raised by Shiratori Mariko's family slowly walked towards him. The white cat flicked its tail and looked at him carefully.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who didn't care much about the cat, also tentatively walked towards the window, opened the blinds, and the fresh air outside came in, telling him that it was indeed true.

He could even clearly see the dog walker downstairs walking slowly towards the fitness facility on the other side.

Nakahara Chuya turned his head abruptly, and looked at Osamu Dazai.

This guy definitely came more than once, he definitely knew about the anomalies here, but he didn't say a word about what he wanted to do on the way here just now?

Osamu Dazai stuffed the potato chips into his mouth leisurely, making a clicking sound.

"Don't look at me like that, Chuya, it's scary. Sit down first," he said, "Shiratori cooks delicious food, especially crab, right, Shiratori?"

"Thank you for the compliment," Shiratori Mariko's calm voice came from the other end, followed by the crisp voice of chopping vegetables, "but I don't accept orders, especially you, Dazai."

She stir-fried the prepared ingredients in the pan, sprinkled with seasonings, and put them aside.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took the initiative to walk over and helped her bring the dishes to the table in silence.

"Thank you," Mariko Shiratori said with a smile.

She turned on the tap and washed her hands a little, "Let's go eat."

When Nakahara asked about the abnormality outside the window, Shiratori Mariko was still working hard to eat.

She accidentally filled too much today, and was worried about wasting it, so she had to try to eat more by herself.

"What's the situation here?" Mariko Shiratori thought for a while, "That's right, Mr. Chuya knows about the Gate of Time and Space, right?"

She made a gesture, "My house is almost like this. The space-time gate connects the two worlds. I live on the upper floors of the apartment building, but the location of the door is quite random, not necessarily the upper floors."

"Is that so?" Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, "What a strange ability."

No wonder Osamu Dazai stayed with her, "How many people know about this?"

It would be very troublesome if someone used it.

"Are you asking how many people know this place?" Shiratori Mariko recalled, "If it's just your side, a few people from the Armed Detective Agency have been here. There seems to be nothing else."

She smiled and corrected Nakahara Chuya's statement, "It's not a supernatural power, it's just a space-time gate that appeared for some reason. As for supernatural power, Mr. Dazai told me that it can be controlled, right? I control it. No way."

Osamu Dazai, who was opposite her, sipped the soda in his glass, and listened to the question and answer between the two, uncharacteristically, he didn't have any intention of interjecting.

Zhong Yuan also felt even more strange because of her description.

"'Just our side', so there should be another side?"

"Yeah," Shiratori Mariko replied, "Any questions?"

She blinked in confusion, "Don't you know?"

Osamu Dazai told her that the people at the port Mafia are very cruel and well-informed.

But it feels like the person in front of me doesn't fit the two.really weird.

"Huh? How would I know this—"

Nakahara Chuya's words were interrupted by Osamu Dazai.

He took a sip of soda and said with a smile, "Mr. Mori's testing is over, right? You can go now."