Only 100 days left in life

Jingle Bell--

The crisp mobile phone rang, accompanied by vibrations, and it was noisy in such a morning.

Mariko Shiratori, who was making breakfast, glanced at the number displayed on it, and hung up without hesitation.

A moment later, the bell rang again.

Shiratori Mariko hung up the phone again.

Then, like a contest, the bell rang repeatedly.

Shiratori Mariko simply put down the knife, hung up the phone repeatedly, and finally remembered a certain function that she had hardly used a few times.

Hang up the phone calls that you have been persistently calling many times, poke open the address book, select the noisy and annoying number, and block it in one go.

Mariko Shiratori, who finally got clean, breathed a sigh of relief, and stuffed her phone into the pocket of her windbreaker.

She placed a portion of hot extra bread and fried eggs in front of Fuheshier who had been watching TV since he got up, and handed him a glass of milk.

"Please use it, Mr. Fuguro," Shiratori Mariko said politely, "There will be guests at home today, so I will trouble you today too."

Fuheshier glanced at her.

"Got it," he said flatly, then rolled up the fried egg and stuffed it into his mouth, staring at the TV while eating, it was like eating and watching a show.

Mariko Shiratori, who walked back to the table to eat, took a look at the program broadcast on TV. As expected, it was horse racing again.

Thinking of this, she thought of the pile of race tickets she saw last night.

After finishing her breakfast slowly, Shiratori Mariko rubbed her temples with a headache.

"Has the result come out?" She was talking about the night show last night, "How is the situation?"

Hearing this question, Fu Heisher turned his head and glanced at her.

"Miss," he said in a declarative tone.

"Ah, not even a bet?" Shiratori Mariko said unexpectedly, "Is it so bad?"

Fu Heisher stood up and walked towards the kitchen naturally.

"Well," he replied, taking out a can of soda from the refrigerator, "I didn't hit a single bet."

It seems that this kind of scene has been fully expected, and I am not disappointed at all.

Shiratori Mariko bit the corner of the bread, watched him look at the flavor marked on the can against the light, then stuffed the soda back in disgust, and took another can of other flavors.

Seemingly dissatisfied with this, Fu Heisher slightly relaxed his sedentary shoulders, and walked back to the sofa.

"How could there be ginger-flavored soda? Forget it."

"It's Fuhei, ah, sorry, I mean Hui Jun likes this flavor," Shiratori Mariko explained vaguely, "and it's more cost-effective to buy a set, so I just bought the whole flavor."

She swallowed the bread in her mouth, "Speaking of which, Mr. Fu Hei, doesn't Mr. Hui know that Hui Jun likes ginger-flavored food?"

Shiratori Mariko's tone was cautious, even a little tentative.

"I don't know," Fu Heisher said very bachelor, "There is no need to know such things."

He clicked his tongue, "Don't call me Mr. Fuhei, it's just fine."

"Ah, yes," Mariko Shiratori subconsciously replied.

At this time, the mobile phone rang, as if the disconnected network was reconnected, and a large number of messages suddenly flooded into her mobile phone.

Whether it's the members of the Armed Detective Agency, one or two staff members of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, or the Mr. Nakaya from the port afia, all of them have sent a lot of messages by coincidence.

It was nothing more than asking about the current situation and telling her about the current situation in Yokohama. The timeline continued from when Fei Jia appeared and lost contact with Yokohama until Fei Jia left.

Shiratori Mariko browsed from top to bottom, but did not find any strange news.

Now that the news of the reconnection has been reported, I should be able to report to her that she is safe. Forget it. Looking at the current situation, it would be ridiculous to say that this kind of accident has nothing to do with Fei Jia.

She sighed, and saw another message with a red dot pushed to the front.

It's the cadre of the port afia.

Clicking on the message, it was the answer that Shiratori Mariko replied to him about Jade Dog before.

There are still green dots hanging on the portrait on the opposite side, obviously just right online.

[Central Plains Chuya]: Got it.

[Nakahara Chuya]: Let's talk about adoption and so on. Since we can send this kind of news, safety should be no problem, right?

Shiratori Mariko thought for a moment before unfolding the keyboard and began to reply.

【Shiratori Mariko】: Please worry about it, it's not a big problem.

"Dudu-"

After a few rings, the phone was hung up again.

Gojo Satoru called again, and a special notification tone came from the receiver after blocking.

To be honest, he has never heard this kind of notification sound.It's just that Shiratori never thought that Shiratori would be so cruel that he would block his phone directly.

The student next to him looked suspiciously at him who had been on the phone all morning, "Teacher Wutiao, what's wrong? Why have you been on the phone?"

These students were the last batch to wake up. Compared with those lucky ones who were "cursed" and then directly touched by Shiratori Mariko and then woke up, they gradually woke up after the real person was absorbed by Kamo Xianlun.

As a backup force in the magic world, Wujo Satoru, who had left all the tasks to his students, simply took on the leisurely task of training new students.

Of course, not only him, but also Yi Gu Youtai and Fu Heihui.

"Ah, it's nothing," Gojo Satoru pretended to think for a while, and then said with a look of dismay, "It's just that he was rejected—"

His words made the new students behind him exclaim.

Of course, it's not the flattery of "Wow, such a handsome Wutiao teacher has the heart to refuse us to spurn her" or "I will definitely accept the confession as soon as possible who is so blind".

It was "Sure enough, let me just say that if you have such a bad personality, you will never find a girlfriend!!!" and "To be honest, Mr. Wutiao is single and old, and the inheritance of Wutiao's family will be cut off. Do you want to do seppuku?"

"Don't say such stupid things," Fu Heihui, who had listened to the whole process yesterday, said to Gojo Satoru speechlessly, "It's better for the idiot to shut up earlier."

However, the students who have been with this guy for a few days have completely understood the nature of this guy, which is really gratifying.

Yi Gu Youtai who was standing on one side became serious.

"Speaking of which," he said thoughtfully, "does Wutiao-sensei sometimes suffer from emotional problems?"

Fu Heihui immediately raised the collar of the high school uniform to block his face.

No, Senior Yi Gu, don’t discuss such an impossible question with Wutiao-sensei in such a formal way——

"That's right," Gojo Satoru replied quite seriously, "Even if I'm the strongest and most handsome, there are times when I'm hated~ It's really puzzling!"

He immediately added confidently, "However, don't worry, Youtai, I believe she is just talking out of anger—after all, who can refuse an invincible spicy teacher like me?"

It was simply impossible to continue listening to his nonsense.Hurry up and interrupt him.

"No, please stop imagining things that don't exist, Mr. Wujo," Fu Heihui interrupted Wujo Satoru calmly, "Please start training as soon as possible."

He clasped his hands, and the black and white jade dog jumped out from the shadows.

"Then please give me a lot of advice today, Senior Yi Gu."

The cicadas outside the window gradually became noisy, and the long-overdue guests finally arrived.

"It's been a long time, Miss Shiratori." Dazai Osamu, still in a windbreaker, sat down at the table with a smile, "Would you like to introduce this one to me?"

He looked at the idle man on the sofa with a scar on the corner of his mouth, and hesitated for a moment, "A new friend from the third world?"

"Ah, no, this is Mr. Fuheshier," Shiratori Mariko explained, "It's the bodyguard Mr. Wujo hired for me, and he is temporarily staying at my house."

Following her introduction, Fuheshier, who was holding a notebook on the sofa, looked up and glanced this way.

Then he nodded to Osamu Dazai without saying anything.

Even with such calm eyes, Osamu Dazai felt a burst of pressure.

Such a beast-like, bloodthirsty oppression, what an amazing guy.

Dazai Mosuo touched his knuckles.Things are getting more and more interesting.

Mariko Shiratori thought of Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi's introduction to the Armed Detective Agency.

After hesitating for a moment, she still asked, "Although it's presumptuous to say this, I still want to ask you something, Dazai-kun."

"What's the matter?" Osamu Dazai looked at Shiratori Mariko earnestly, "If it is Shiratori's commission, I will definitely complete it without hesitation, even if I sacrifice my humble life—"

He held Shiratori Mariko's hand and sighed softly, "I don't hesitate. Of course, if you are willing to die in love with me after this, that would be fine."

"That's not necessary," Shiratori Mariko pulled out her hand in embarrassment, and interrupted him, "I just feel that the Armed Detective Agency should know more people, right?"

"Does Dazai-kun know someone named Fei Jia? He appeared at my door before, and after that, my connection with Yokohama was actually severed."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, as if he was not surprised that she would ask this question.

"Ah, I don't know you," he said briskly. "The name Fei Jia is a bit strange. Is it a fake name?"

"I don't know," Shiratori Mariko said, "but he's a tall, thin, dark-haired young man with red eyes and hair that reaches about his shoulders."

"Wait a minute, I remember that I should have a photo here." She took out the phone in her pocket and wanted to show Osamu Dazai the previous group photo, but she couldn't find the so-called photo after searching for a long time. "Why not?"

It was still there when I watched it a few days ago, so strange.

"Is he wearing a thick fur-trimmed coat and a white cap?"

Osamu Dazai smiled and propped his chin, "There's no need to look for it. It must have been deleted by that guy. If I remember correctly, his real name is Fyodor D."

He said meaningfully, "However, what do you want to do with him, Shiratori? As far as I know, this gentleman is not a good person."

Shiratori Mariko was taken aback.

"No," she replied softly, "I'm just asking."

It felt like the stone in my heart fell to the ground, but I was relieved.

Sitting by the sofa, Fuhesher, who had finished reading all the number plates copied out by Mariko Shiratori yesterday, held his notebook and read the results again.

After a while, he turned his head and glanced at Mariko Shiratori who was talking to a man he didn't know.

After confirming that the man was a rookie, Fuheshier sat and pondered for a while, then bypassed the two people who were talking, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

After a while, there was a fairly rhythmic sound of cutting vegetables in the kitchen.