Only 100 days left in life

"So, you want excitement?"

After listening to Shiratori Mariko's words, Osamu Dazai looked at her with great interest, "Oh, I haven't seen you for a few days, Shiratori is also like this—"

"No, no, no," Shiratori Mariko quickly stopped his words, "Don't be too exciting."

She just wanted to find a reliable person to ask what she could do. Why did one or two recommend exciting projects to her?Does she look changed that much?

It's just over two o'clock in the day, and the sun is slanting into the room. Even with the air conditioner on, there is still an unstoppable heat.

The green radish on the window sill drooped its leaves listlessly, as if it was going to be dried by the scorching sun.

After getting up and clearing the table, all the dishes were piled into the dishwasher, Shiratori Mariko sighed, still having no idea what to do next.

"It's so difficult," she said worriedly, "What does Mr. Dazai do when he's not working?"

Hearing her ask this, Osamu Dazai became excited.

"Me?" He snapped his fingers and said, "Go downstairs and drink coffee, eat dessert and pay with Kunikida's wallet, try various methods of suicide and so on. Ah, speaking of which, does Shiratori want to try it? I I recently found a new way to commit suicide, which is much more interesting than before, and supports two people”

"Hey, Shiratori, are you listening, Shiratori?"

Seeing Mariko Shiratori with blank eyes and absent-mindedness, Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and waved in front of her, "Shiratori?"

"Hmm, oh, is that so?" Mariko Shiratori blinked, unconsciously stirring the coffee in her cup, her mind still stuck at the position of the previous sentence, "Mr. Kunikida is so miserable."

That's all money. Speaking of which, is the salary of the Armed Detective Agency high?Since it is armed, it should not be low. How about the salary of ordinary clerks inside? It is probably several times higher than that of designers.

"Speaking of which," Mariko Shiratori asked naturally, "Is the salary of your armed detective agency high?"

Seeing Dazai Osamu's condemning eyes, she realized that she had lost her mind, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't listen much just now. What are you talking about?"

"I've already talked about the method on page 320 of the suicide manual," Osamu Dazai replied.

He paused, his eyes lit up, "It's really rare for Shiratori to remember to ask me this. You finally figured it out, are you going to give it a try?"

It is not necessary to use the word "figured through".

"This is still not enough," Shiratori Mariko refused, "I may not be suitable for trying this method."

After a pause, she got a little tangled up again, "Is there anything less exciting, just that kind of less exciting thing?"

"No," Osamu Dazai said, resting his chin, "Oh, by the way, I do know a place."

He looked at Fuheshier with a smile, "Well, but you have to bring someone who can fight."

Shiratori Mariko also turned her head and looked at Fuheshier who was still concentrating on the horse racing show.

"Then" she said uncertainly, "then, Shier, can you go out with me?"

Fu Heisher hummed without any objection.

"It's up to you," he said lazily, "where are you going?"

Shiratori Mariko was silent for a moment.

"Um Yokohama," she turned to Osamu Dazai, "will you take us there, Dazai-kun?"

"Of course," Osamu Dazai said heartily, "I'm also very worried that Shiratori will get lost here."

He smiled and said, "I'll take you there."

"That's good," Shiratori Mariko breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll go and pack my things first."

She looked at the time, "Can it be around three o'clock?"

Osamu Dazai smiled and said OK, and gestured please.

Shiratori Mariko nodded and went back to the room.

She closed the door casually and stuffed the things she needed to go out into the bag one by one, but after hesitating for a moment, she took them out again.

What's the point of worrying about going out cautiously and carrying a bunch of things?She needs more freedom.

Shiratori Mariko simply took the mobile phone and headphone cable, put on a peaked cap, and threw the charger, tissues, and umbrella into the basket at the entrance.

She quit.

It's so hot.too hot.

Shiratori Mariko pressed the cap, took the mineral water she just bought, unscrewed the cap and poured it into her mouth.

She felt that she decided to run out on such a hot day because she definitely thought too much.

No matter what interesting things are, under the cover of this summer heat, there is nothing better than lying in bed and blowing on the air conditioner.

If only there was a river in front of her, she would jump down without hesitation now, enjoying the refreshing feeling.

When she looked up, Shiratori Mariko found that Osamu Dazai, who was not far away before, had already walked a long way, and there was only another bottle of mineral water left beside him, leaning against the tree and waiting for her to move. V Heshel.

Seeing Mariko Shiratori looking over, he lazily raised his eyes, "Let's go."

Fu Heisher usually has such a lazy look, so it seems that such a vicious sun didn't have much influence on him.

His black vest didn't show any signs of being wet with sweat, and it was tightly wrapped around his body.

Mariko Shiratori, who was envious of this physique, nodded, "Okay."

"Dazai-kun," she quickened her pace and followed the slow-down Dazai Osamu, "Is there air conditioning in the place you mentioned?"

"Well, probably not," Dazai Osamu thought for a while, "but it's pretty cool."

He asked a bit inquiringly, "But speaking of it, I haven't seen Shiratori for so long. Is it because of Fyodor?"

Hearing the name again, Shiratori Mariko was silent for a moment, then shook her head.

"Although I don't know why I was taken aback, it shouldn't be," she said affirmatively. "Actually, I didn't communicate with him much. Why do you have such an idea?"

"Ah, because it feels like you've changed a lot." Osamu Dazai turned to look at Mariko Shiratori, "Have you decided what you're going to do in the future?"

He rubbed his chin, "Whether it's a mission with Gojo-kun's students before, or the bungee jumping in Yokohama, Shiratori just makes choices about other people's ideas, and most of the time he agrees with them very rarely Seeing that you have such a strong will, what do you want to do?"

"Ah, the main reason is that I had a quarrel with Gojo-kun yesterday, because there was a dispute over something." Mariko Shiratori briefly brought up the topic, "It's nothing serious."

She looked at the phone with little battery left, "How long is it, Dazai-kun."

"Hurry up hahaha, actually I don't know either,"

Osamu Dazai laughed freely, "After all, I haven't been here a few times."

"Ah?" Shiratori Mariko was stunned, "But you didn't say that"

Had she been lied to again? ? !

"I'm joking."

Osamu Dazai stopped in his tracks, "Okay, here we are. This is it."

Shiratori Mariko followed his line of sight and found herself parked at the door of an alley.

This is a remote, dark alley, airtight, and even exudes a stinky smell. It should be that the overflowing garbage bin in the corner has not been cleared for a long time.

It's full of tough-faced, cigarette-dipping bastards, doing nothing, doing nothing, you name it.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue, "I haven't been here for a long time, and it really looks like this."

He naturally introduced to Shiratori Mariko, "Shiratori, this is here. Isn't it interesting?"

These guys have strange patterns tattooed on their ears, arms, and even their backs. Not only do they not look like serious people, they also don't have the aura to communicate.

And following Osamu Dazai's introduction, the people inside all looked towards the entrance of the alley, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

"So, no," Shiratori Mariko looked at Osamu Dazai dumbfounded, "Why did you bring us here?"

Baptized by the eyes of so many people, she said with difficulty, "Not so exciting?"

Mariko Shiratori has never seen such a scene.

Her scalp is numb now, and she just wants to run away.

"Yes," Osamu Dazai clapped his hands together and made a relaxed gesture, "That's it."

"It can barely be regarded as a less exciting stimulus," he said with a smile, "After all, the gangsters here are just a bunch of rabble."

"Huh?" The leader stood up, "What are you talking about, kid?"

This man is quite burly, about two meters tall, with a scar across his face, he looks quite fierce, "Are you here to find a place?"

"Ah, it's okay if you plan to think so," Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "It's not too much difference after all."

He jumped behind Shiratori Mariko, "Then, Fukuro-kun, I will leave the rest to you?"

Fu Heisher sneered, and threw the squeaking plastic bottle in his hand into the trash can, and threw it at the top position impartially.

"Just them?" He moved his wrist, "All right."

Shiratori Mariko took a step back subconsciously, but at some point, the location at the entrance of the alley was also surrounded by people.

Surrounded by vicious eyes, she looked at the front in a daze, and then at the back, and found herself sandwiched between Osamu Dazai and Fuheshier.

What on earth is she here for?why here?Didn't you mean to find a "not too exciting stimulus"?

How did it develop to this level?

Osamu Dazai sat on top of a bunch of gangsters, swinging his legs leisurely.

He ignored the howling punks, and asked Shiratori Mariko who was sitting below, "Are you happy?"

Shiratori Mariko froze, "No."

This is not interesting at all!

Shiratori Mariko sat numbly on the only chair in this alley, and not long ago, it belonged to the gang leader of this area.

Now there is a glass of juice on her left, and a glass of smoothie is respectfully presented on the table on her right, with two electric fans behind her.

Fu Heisher, the only laborer in the field, sat silently in the shady corner with a popsicle in his mouth, raised his head, wondering what to think.

Beads of sweat flowed down from his chin, slowly slid down to his neck, and then slid further down along the neckline that he pulled open because he disliked being too hot. The pure black vest was also wet with sweat, clinging to his body, outline A muscular silhouette.

"Would you like to come over and have a sit, Shir," Shiratori Mariko looked away awkwardly, "There is a fan over here, so it's cooler."

Fuheshier glanced at her.

"Okay," he agreed.

The alley fell into silence again.

The gangsters wanted to cry, but at this moment, someone's cell phone rang.

Osamu Dazai smiled and took out the phone from his pocket.

"Oh, it's Kunikida-kun," he said relaxedly, "What, what job? I'm already here."

"What? Already here?" Kunikida Doppo roared from the opposite side, "Dazai, you bastard is definitely lying, come back to me and stop fishing!!!"

Looking down at the gangsters under his feet, Osamu Dazai replied briskly, "Yes, everything has been resolved~"

"Okay, I'm going to get busy, see you Kunikida-kun—"

Before Kunikida Doppo could react, he hung up the phone.

three.two.one.

Mariko Shiratori, who had no intention of enjoying the "offering", clearly saw a figure jumping down from the wall quickly.

The orange-haired youth who appeared suddenly adjusted his hat, and took a rough look at the situation here.

"Tsk, it's a step late," Nakahara Nakaya said casually, and then met the eyes of Shiratori Mariko who was sitting on the chair in the center, surrounded by gangsters like stars holding the moon.

Wait, what's going on here? ? ? !

Shiratori Mariko smiled awkwardly.