Only 100 days left in life

It has been several days since I came back from Tianyuan.

But Shiratori Mariko still couldn't figure out what he said, whether it was the similarity he mentioned at the time, or the so-called "living to death", I couldn't quite understand it.

Aside from these mysterious and mysterious words, he is quite easy-going, and chatted with Shiratori Mariko about life-related things.

For example, Zhang Xiang, who had run into them before, is currently working as his guard, and staying here with his two younger brothers, Xia Youjie met him once and talked about spells world, and other miscellaneous gossip about the world of conjuration

He seemed to rarely communicate with people, and his tone was very gentle.

In the end, he told her that maybe the "omen" was coming.

But what exactly is the omen, Tian Yuan said that he is not clear.

He even put on that strange face to reassure her to look away and not pay too much attention to this matter.

Mariko Shiratori changed her clothes today because when she went to Yokohama to distribute the souvenirs she brought back a few days ago, she heard that the summer festival in Yokohama had been postponed for a week due to the organizer’s business. She just wanted to join in the excitement.

Simply closing the upper front flap to the left, Shiratori Mariko followed the trend, and when she straightened her waist, a smear of red flashed across the collarbone in the mirror.

She moved closer to the mirror and looked at the clavicle in the mirror with some doubts.

Then, she saw the word "60" that looked like a light pattern, light red, against her pale skin, almost had a shocking beauty.

Shiratori Mariko was stunned, and looked up at the calendar that had been transferred to her house, and there was a bright red "60" on it.

Is this what Tian Yuan said?Is the omen coming so soon?

Shiratori Mariko's breathing became short, and she froze her fingers, trying to touch the pattern on her collarbone.

No response, nothing.

The tattoo seems to grow on Mariko Shiratori's skin, no matter how much she rubs it, there is no trace of fading.

After a while, Shiratori Mariko calmed down a little.

There is still a summer festival going today, so don't take too long, there are still people waiting for her outside.

Shiratori Mariko picked up the clips on the table, fastened the top, covered the red tattoo, adjusted the yukata, grabbed the belt on the side, crossed it briefly on the back, and confirmed that the belt was fixed Then pull it left and right to tighten the belt.

She stretched out her hands to straighten the back collar of her clothes to make it more upright, then faced the mirror, stretched out her hands to straighten the bun that was a little loose just now, and straightened the bow on the back of her head.

The self in the mirror was wearing a dark blue bathrobe with large camellias painted on it, and the flexible white branches and leaves stretched down the shoulders.

Shiratori Mariko picked up the fan on the table again, and turned it around in front of the mirror.

The wooden clogs made a crisp sound on the floor, and the person in the mirror was holding a round fan and had a slender figure.

Although Mariko Shiratori doesn't usually wear dark clothes, this yukata suits her very well, exuding a sense of liveliness.

Shiratori Mariko sighed and smoothed out the wrinkles on her shoulders again.

This is a yukata she bought after saving a lot of money when she was in high school. She fell in love with this dress at first sight. She hesitated for a long time because she had no money. Finally, she bought it part-time, but she never had a chance to wear it.

Just a few days ago, when I went to give a souvenir, Osamu Dazai said that the summer festival in Yokohama was postponed because of something, so it had a chance to appear.

Opening the door, Shiratori Mariko said to the other people in the room, "I'm fine!"

Izumi Kyoka and Nakajima Atsushi, who were sitting near the dining table, all turned their heads, including Osamu Dazai, who seemed to be bored watching the horse race with Fuheshier.

"A dark yukata," Dazai Osamu, who was wearing a light blue yukata, stood up, folded his hands in his sleeves, and looked at her from side to side, "It's really rare—I was a little surprised, Shiratori."

Thinking about it, he seemed to have never seen Shiratori Mariko wearing clothes other than light-colored clothes. Today's outfit is indeed a bit strange.

Shiratori Mariko tilted her head, and the red hair rope at the back of her head was deflected with her movements, raising a lively arc.

"Isn't it good-looking?" She asked with a smile, looking brisk and gentle.

"Well," Osamu Dazai touched his chin, "Could it be that Shiratori will change it if I say it's not good-looking? Is my opinion so important?"

It seems that because of this incident, his tone raised unconsciously, and he looked a little excited, "Oh, then I want to go for a walk in the river with Shiratori now, how about it? Or change a bathtub for home, and then I Jumping in with you, the water over our heads, the suffocation around us—"

"Mr. Dazai!" Atsushi Nakajima hurriedly stopped him from continuing, "Please stop saying that."

This is too rude!

"No," Mariko Shiratori kept smiling, interrupting him, "I won't change it, and I won't buy a bathtub."

She said softly and slowly, "It's all—absolutely impossible."

"Hey, is that so?" Osamu Dazai clutched his chest, and slowly fell down on the sofa, "My heart hurts so much, Shiratori's words are really more ruthless than the icy cold river and the biting cold wind ah--"

Then with a bang, he fell on the carpet.

Silently moved the sofa a little, Fuheshier looked at Osamu Dazai who was lying on the ground, who seemed to be very surprised, and sneered.

"That's it," he commented on this, then pressed the pause button, turned his head lazily, and looked at Shiratori Mariko who had changed her clothes.

After looking up and down a few times, he stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"It's not bad," Fuheshier said, turning back again, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

"Understood," Shiratori Mariko nodded.

She asked Fu Heisher, "Do you want to go to the summer festival together, Mr. Shier?"

"No," Fuheshier replied bluntly.

Shiratori Mariko shrugged, already accustomed to this sentence.

"Okay," she said, "then I'll go with them? You know where the dishes are, take them yourself."

"Well," was still a casual answer.

Mariko Shiratori said worriedly, "Then remember to feed the dumplings. It has been a bit picky recently, so don't feed it too many snacks."

"understood."

Quan Jinghua sat on a chair and stood up after eating the last bite of dessert.

She looked at Shiratori Mariko quite seriously, and praised, "It looks good."

Shiratori Mariko laughed.

"Thank you, Kyoka," she asked, "Is the dessert delicious?"

Quan Jinghua nodded, and took out a wrapped gift from her pocket.

"Delicious," she handed the item to Shiratori Mariko, "Thank you for the gift from last time, Shiratori."

Shiratori Mariko took it by accident.

"Is it a gift in return?" She opened the gift, "Is this——the biscuit made by Jinghua herself?"

Quan Jinghua nodded.

"Then thank you," Shiratori Mariko smiled and placed the biscuit on the higher table, "I will finish it well."

"Basically everything is brought—" She looked around, "Shall we go?"

Atsushi Nakajima nodded, and the three of them walked towards the balcony naturally, halfway there, but they always felt that something was wrong.

"Is it?" Atsushi Nakajima said hesitantly, "Forgot something?"

Shiratori Mariko also stopped in her tracks.

"Well," she asked a little hesitantly, "it seems, who is missing?"

"Mr. Dazai," Izumi Kyoka said calmly, looking quite reliable.

The three of them turned to his position in unison.

Osamu Dazai remained motionless, with his palms clasped on his abdomen, like a salted fish lying on the carpet, completely giving up struggling.

"Dazai-kun," Shiratori Mariko asked, "won't you get up?"

Seeing that Osamu Dazai, who had been lying motionless on the carpet for a long time, still showed no signs of getting up, Mariko Shiratori walked over helplessly.

She handed Dazai Osamu who fell on the floor, and asked, "Get up first, Dazai-kun, shall we go?"

Lying on the carpet of her house, and lying down persistently for a long time, only Tuanzi has done this.

Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the ground with his eyes empty, was stunned for a moment when he saw the hand that was offered to him.

He held Shiratori Mariko's hand, stood up with strength, and said casually in his usual tone, "Maybe I actually forgot! Oh, I'm so sorry, Shiratori—but Atsushi may remember. !"

"Please, Mr. Dazai, please keep track of the time." Atsushi Nakajima glanced at the time helplessly, his face gradually becoming frightened, "Oops——there is only half an hour left of the scheduled time!"

He scratched his hair anxiously, "Miss Shiratori, Jinghua, let's go now. If there is any delay on the way, it may be too late!"

Mariko Shiratori didn't understand, so she responded.

"Will it be bad to be late?" She asked a little puzzled.

"Because, because the president is also here today," Atsushi Nakajima said in a low voice, "so, just"

He didn't want to be reprimanded by the president for this kind of thing! !

"President?" Mariko Shiratori was also taken aback, "Mr. Fukuzawa?"

She also became nervous instantly, "Then let's hurry up."

"The Armed Detective Agency has only one president." Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes, "Let's go."

He took the lead and walked outside, "Although it doesn't matter if you are late—after all, someone must be late, and we are definitely not at the bottom."

Hearing this, Shiratori Mariko raised an eyebrow.

She kept up with Osamu Dazai and walked side by side with him, "How do you know?"

Dazai glanced at her.

"I lied to you," he said briskly, "didn't expect that?"

Shiratori Mariko glared at Osamu Dazai.

"I still have leftovers of the canned crab meat I brought back from Okinawa," she said bluntly. "It seems that someone asked me for it before. If that's the case, let's give it away."

"Hey, what——" Osamu Dazai whimpered, "Instead of giving it to an annoying slug or something, why not give it to me!"

He turned his head and chatted with Shiratori Mariko, "After all, that kind of guy would definitely not appreciate the beauty of crab meat~ Shiratori wouldn't be so cruel, right?"

Shiratori Mariko snorted and laughed.

"Got it," she finally said softly, "I'll keep it for you."

The gathering place is not far from where Shiratori Mariko lives, but it still takes a while to get there.

When the four of them got there, there were already many people standing there.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was wearing a yukata and looked at the people who were coming.

"Miss Shiratori," he said politely, "you are here."

Shiratori Mariko nodded.

"Thank you for having me," she said with a smile.

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded, and stopped talking. Edogawa Ranpo next to him was still sitting loosely under the tree, nodded to her, reached out and took out a bag of potato chips, slowly He swallowed and ate.

Yoshiya Akiko also wore a light-colored kimono, and walked to the side of Shiratori Mariko, "You look good recently."

The tone seemed a little regretful.

Shiratori Mariko nodded, "Not bad!"

She looked around, "Aren't we leaving?"

"One person is missing," Yu Xie Akiko said.

"Isn't everyone here?" Atsushi Nakajima asked Junichiro Tanizaki, who was a little puzzled, "Who is missing, why is Mr. Kunikida not here?"

"Still dealing with things in the office," Junichiro Tanizaki scratched his hair, "He said he'll be here soon."

Sure enough, there was a scene where someone was late, Shiratori Mariko glanced at Osamu Dazai in surprise.

He leaned against the tree and saw Mariko Shiratori looking towards her, and smiled at her with a pure and innocent look.

After 15 minutes, Kunikida appeared at the end of the path running alone.

He still held the notebook named "Ideal" in his hand, and ran all the way, reaching the meeting place at the last second.

After standing firmly in front of everyone, the usually calm blond young man organized his speech simply.

"President, everyone, I just received a message from an informant," he said, "It seems that Hong Kong gangsters are planning to kidnap Miss Shiratori today."