Only 100 days left in life

What this sentence says is really anti-client.

Shiratori Mariko sighed and sat down on the other side.

"Five," she said, "do you have any suggestions or something?"

"If you ask me," Gojo Satoru spread his hands and said bluntly, "the only suggestion I can give is—"

"Throw this mouse out. That's it."

The smell of the curse on this guy almost stunned him, a guy who can be burdened with such a curse...

Who knows what he's here for?

No matter what, he didn't think this guy should stay at Shiratori's house.

Although the information delivered to him by the Six Eyes was that the guy in front of him had indeed lost his memory, but...it still felt so disgusting to him.

After saying this suggestion, Gojo Satoru simply immersed himself in eating dessert.

Just when Gojo Satoru pointed the finger at him directly, the young man whom he called a "rat" listened quietly to the conversation between the two without interrupting.

Seeing that both of them fell silent, he tentatively opened his mouth, "Well, can I talk?"

"No one will stop you from talking," Gojo Satoru ate the last bit of dessert, and threw the spoon and disposable box into the trash can, "Of course, it's better for you to go by yourself, so I don't have to do it, right? "

He didn't feel that he was talking about any scary words, "Cleaning up the place is really troublesome and dirty... It's not good to get Shiratori dirty, right?"

Shiratori Mariko reluctantly dragged back the topic that had slipped to the extreme, "Please speak freely."

She mentioned slightly, "I saw a note in your coat earlier, it seemed to say 'Fei Jia', so let's call you 'Fei Jia' first. Mr. Fei Jia, you stay at my house Definitely not, so do you have any ideas of your own? Like, go back or something"

Fedya nodded.

"Although I don't know why this gentleman is so hostile towards me," he said hesitantly, "but what he said is indeed right. I should, Miss Shiratori, trouble you? I'm really sorry. "

"Ah, this," Shiratori Mariko replied politely, "it's actually not too much trouble."

"Because I'm a single woman and live alone, Wutiao is more worried about me, so I hope you understand that his tone may be a little too aggressive."

"Well, I understand," Fei Jia replied quite bluntly, "Actually speaking, I am lucky to have received so much care. Although I don't remember anything, your friend is right. , No matter which aspect it is, I am a very unstable factor, and I really shouldn't bother you anymore. If it were me, if something like this happened to my friend, I would be very angry."

He sighed apologetically, "I'm really sorry for causing you so much trouble."

After saying these words, Fei Jia picked up the coat and hat that had been dried and held them in his arms.

"Thank you, Miss Shiratori," he said with a smile to Mariko Shiratori, "Thank you very much for your hospitality, then I will leave first."

Then, he raised his foot and walked towards the gate very naturally.

"That...not over there," Shiratori Mariko stood up, pointing to the balcony on the other side, "here."

Fedya heard her and turned around as told.

"Is that over there?" He was still pinching his hat in his hand, "I'm sorry, I don't know why, but I always feel that this is where the door is..."

"It's okay, my family is quite special," Mariko Shiratori said casually, "Come with me."

She led Fei Jia to the balcony, "But it's not convenient for me if you have to open the door yourself."

Fei Jia nodded in confusion, and obediently followed behind Shiratori Mariko.

He walked to the side of the balcony, then reached out and opened the door with some difficulty.

The wind blowing towards him made Shiratori Mariko who was standing beside him shiver.

She looked at Fei Jia on the side with concern, trying to remind him to put on the dried coat, but found that he moved his lips and spit out a mouthful of bright red blood when he had already stepped out of one foot.

Immediately afterwards, he fell crookedly.

Shiratori Mariko who was standing beside him subconsciously supported him, "What's wrong?"

Why do you suddenly vomit blood?

Fei Jia, who was supported by her, reluctantly leaned against the door frame.

He seemed to be able to vaguely hear the worrying tone of the people around him, followed the voice and showed a comforting smile to Shiratori Mariko who was a little frightened by him.

"I didn't... cough cough."

Before he finished saying "it's okay", he spit out another mouthful of blood, which made his whole body tremble.

Seeing the person who was chatting with her just now suddenly start vomiting blood continuously, Mariko Shiratori really panicked.

"Gojo Satoru! Come here quickly! He's vomiting blood!"

"I know, I know--"

Gojo Satoru lazily got up from the sofa, and easily dragged this guy back into the house.

Although it is expected that Shiratori would do this...but it is still very uncomfortable.

He took out his mobile phone, "Call Nitro, right? Got it, got it."

Shiratori Mariko looked at Gojo Satoru.

"I texted her. So you know what this is—" She was cut off.

"I don't know. Well, but I guess, it's probably something like a curse... right? It's probably cursed, it's scary~" Gojo Satoru put on the blindfold, "Oh yes, he really lost his memory That's right."

"What are you going to do with this guy? Do you want to stay at home?"

"I don't know," Shiratori Mariko closed the door again with a headache, and locked it, "What's going on?"

She sighed, "Oh yes, is there any reply from Dazai-kun?"

"No, maybe I went to jump into the river again," Wujo Satoru said casually, "or take a walk, who knows?"

He looked at Fei Jia, who seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief after being stuffed on the sofa, "Ah——anyway, it's up to you. You can stay and play~"

He could clearly see that after returning to the house, the guy's condition improved obviously.

The curse-like blackness in his body also tightened again, as if there was no violent fluctuation just now, it shrank obediently in his body.

It's really interesting.

"It's not impossible for such a dying guy to stay," Gojo Gori said confidently, "However, as for Shiratori, he's so poor that he can't afford to support him, right?"

...What kind of strange speech is this.And why did she raise this man?Taking care of myself is exhausting.

Shiratori Mariko has been unable to complain.

She sighed, "Let's talk."

"...that's pretty much it."

In the middle of the night, the housekeeper came with a cigarette in his hand, which was not lit, and there were still thick dark circles under his eyes, "But no matter what, I still don't recommend you to keep him at home, Shiratori."

She treated Fei Jia briefly, but she was also helpless against the "curse" in his body.

Shiratori Mariko's touch also didn't work, because in the body, it was difficult to touch directly, and most of the methods to remove the curse lost their effectiveness.

Moreover, no matter whether it is the Armed Detective Agency, the Supernatural Special Affairs Division, or even Nakahara Chuya, who Mariko Shiratori added the contact information before, they cannot be contacted at all.

All in all, it was indeed a big trouble.

Shiratori Mariko listened to her words and nodded in agreement.

At this point, she should be asleep under normal circumstances, but she hasn't slept yet, and she feels that she is not so awake.

Gojo Satoru on the other side was holding a mobile phone, not knowing what he was doing.

He perfunctorily murmured a few times, "Shiratori, what do you think?"

Shiratori Mariko rested her chin, looking as if she could hardly keep her eyes open.

"But sending him to Yokohama isn't very good," she yawned, "it can't be sent to you..."

I just tried it out, almost as soon as I stepped to the side of Yokohama, the "curse" in Fei Jia's body would suddenly erupt, and it would be the same in the world of magic.

And according to his appearance of coughing after walking a few steps like this, now that he is thrown outside, he feels that he can only sleep in the bridge hole or on the street.

It's raining again today, and if I have a fever again, I won't be able to last one night.

"I can't really let him die," Shiratori Mariko half-closed her eyes, almost whispering, "I can't just throw him out of this world..." That would be too irresponsible.

When she was about to fall down, she shuddered and sat upright again, "So it seems that I can only stay at my house for now."

Fei Jia sat on the sofa, quietly listening to the conversation of several people, and only coughed when Mariko Shiratori finished speaking.

"Actually, what I say is okay," he said, "please don't worry about me, it's okay..."

Mariko Shiratori looked at Fei Jia.

"Well, Mr. Fei Jia," she now remembered that she should ask her own opinion, "you may have to stay here for a while for safety's sake before you find a way. But it shouldn't be too long, wait until tomorrow After the matter is over, I will take you to apply for relevant documents, find a place to live, and then look at things like work. If you have other ideas, can you tell them now?"

"Is it really okay? Won't it be too disturbing?"

Fei Jia's eyes lit up when he heard that he could stay here for a while.

It seems that because he has no memory and the first person he sees after waking up is Shiratori Mariko, he has a natural sense of closeness to Shiratori Mariko.

Looking at his expectant eyes, Shiratori Mariko closed her eyes a little guilty.

"It's okay to bother, like this, I only have one bedroom at home," she said unnaturally, "so you can only sleep in the living room. Then, well, I may not be able to provide for the daily necessities of two people "Do you remember what you used to do?"

"I don't really remember..." Fei Jia shook his head, "I don't remember anything."

He bit his lips a little uneasy, "Sorry, Miss Shiratori."

Shiratori Mariko sighed regretfully.

"Then, before you leave, help me with the housework?" She said tentatively, "Do you remember how to do the housework?"

Fedya nodded.

"Should be fine," he said, "do the dishes and sweep the floor?"

Shiratori Mariko nodded.

"Okay, let's do this first," Gojo Satoru said, "Then Nitro and I will go back first, and call me if there is something to do. Oh yes, don't forget about tomorrow's task—wait a minute, what is it in your pocket? "

Fei Jia subconsciously followed his gaze, then reached out and touched his pocket.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, he took out a stack of papers full of words and a letter from his right pocket.

Shiratori Mariko leaned over and found that it clearly wrote "Inception and Transformation" and the general framework structure of the novel, as well as complicated and incomprehensible sentences that were completely nonsense.

And the short stories attached at the back are also very badly written, only one handwriting looks pretty good.

Gojo Satoru casually took the stack of manuscripts, and glanced at the letter from a certain publishing house on the outermost envelope.

After reading it, he thought about his wording for a while, "Maybe... a crappy philosophical novelist? Forget it, why don't you just give up. At this level, it's not as good as sweeping the streets."