Only 100 days left in life

night.

Shiratori Mariko walked in the middle, with Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya beside him.

To be honest, this position in the middle is not what she wants to go, especially since the two people around her have a face with a high rate of turning heads, which makes her feel a lot of pressure.

However, due to the fact that two people will quarrel if they disagree, Shiratori Mariko still stands in the middle.

"Actually, just find one of you to send me back." She sighed for countless times, "You don't need to send me back together."

"He sent you back?" Nakahara Nakaya pointed at Osamu Dazai, "Forget this guy."

Maybe he could send people to the rooftops, and then use that decent skin to drag them to die in love.It's really not reassuring at all.

Dazai laughed.

"I don't mind sending Shiratori back too," he seemed to be pointing, and said slowly, "I'm afraid that Zhongye will do something bad in a moment of agitation~ Speaking of which, slugs can do it You can't do anything big."

He said suddenly, "Then I'll go back first? After all, Zhong is also a good person~"

Nakahara Chuya: "The only thing I don't want to be praised by you bastard. Shut up."

He shook his hair, "Forget it, let's go."

Shiratori Mariko nodded with a smile and quickened her pace.

The breeze is blowing, and even the summer that is almost gone still has some traces left.

For example, the rain that blows over with the wind, seems to have a trace of grass and soil smell, and falls on the shoulders of pedestrians.

The grass near the road is illuminated by the moonlight, and the shadows of trees sway slightly on the mottled wall.

The shadows of the three people stretched continuously, shortened suddenly, and were dragged back to the ground by another light, intermittently, like an unknown score, jumping on the edge of the night.

The rain seems to be getting a little heavier.

The pattering rain carried them on their faces and bodies, jumping around like naughty children.

Shiratori Mariko blinked, and the rain slid across the corners of her eyes, leaving traces of coldness.

"Fortunately, it didn't rain until after the summer festival," she said with emotion, "otherwise the fireworks would be wet, and it would be impossible to set them off at all."

"Yeah," Dazai Osamu said, "it's a very lucky thing."

He tilted his head and said with a smile, "How is Shiratori doing tonight?"

"Very good," Shiratori Mariko said with a smile, "it can't be better."

Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and she was filled with happiness as if she had just been fully charged, "Thank you for your invitation, Mr. Dazai."

"Ah, you're welcome," Osamu Dazai said calmly, "As long as you like it."

He still looked at Chuya Nakahara, who was surprised by the news, with a smile on his face, "Did Chuya not expect that?"

"Why do I think about what you plan to do?!" Nakahara Zhongya retorted subconsciously.

Shiratori Mariko let out a thoughtful breath.

She looked at the rain that seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, "Did you guys not bring umbrellas?"

"No," Zhong Yuanzhong also said bluntly, "No one would think that it will rain today, right?"

Shiratori pointed and nodded.

When Zhongyuan Zhongye helped her open the door, she said "don't go now" and rushed in without delay.

After a while, Shiratori Mariko rushed back from the house holding two umbrellas.

"Fortunately, the rain is not too heavy," she said happily, "You guys use it first. If it's not too late, I'll leave you a cup of tea."

Nakahara Nakaya looked at the light-colored umbrella in his hand, and then at Mariko Shiratori.

"I'll pay you back," he said.

Shiratori Mariko nodded, smiled and waved to Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Nakaya who were standing at the door, and closed the door.

Tuanzi rushed to her feet slowly, yelling, as if she was very dissatisfied with her going out to play without bringing herself.

Shiratori Mariko put the things on the table beside her. She hugged the cat and turned to look at Fuheshier who was still sitting on the sofa, motionless.

From her perspective, she could only see that the TV in the center was still playing programs about horse racing. Fuhesher was as quiet as usual, leaning slightly on the sofa, as if asleep.

After smoothing Tuanzi casually, Shiratori Mariko asked tentatively, "Sir-kun?"

Could it be that he really fell asleep?That would be difficult.

"What's the matter?" Fu Heisher replied casually without turning his head.

He focused on watching the plot on TV, and said lazily, "Don't call me anything that is not interesting."

Shiratori Mariko breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah," she hugged the dumpling with one hand, and pointed to the apple candy on the table with the other, "I brought you the apple candy, have Mr. Shi Er eaten it?"

Fu Heisher glanced at her, then turned back without interest.

"I won't eat it," he said slowly, "throw it away."

——Don't waste food like this!

Shiratori Mariko sighed, a little regretful that he had brought one back on a whim.

"Leave it alone," she put the dumpling back on the ground, "I'm going to take a shower first. Have you washed it yet?"

"Whatever you want," Fu Heisher said without raising his head.

When Zaomen Midouzi woke up again, she found that there was only one person she didn't know very well beside her.

She looked around in a little confusion, and there seemed to be the smell left by her brother in the air around her.

The bowls and chopsticks scattered on the ground were picked up by the owner of the ramen stand. The owner holding the broom looked at her and didn't know what to say.

Little girl, have you been abandoned by your brother?Forget it, this is too embarrassing.

Not to mention that the boy didn't want to eat his noodles at all, so he smashed the bowl.

The boss looked at the bowl on the floor and the noodles that had been prepared with all his heart, leaving only residue, and sighed in pain.

Fortunately, Zaomen Midouzi didn't seem to have any intention of chatting with him.

She looked around and stood up.

Just when the boss was about to stop her from walking around, Zaomen Midouzi walked to the box on the ground again.

She squatted down, and then got in without hesitation.

Looking at the boss with a weird expression, Zaomen Mi Douzi squatted inside obediently, and even reached out to close the box.

But unlike usual, there seemed to be a dark tunnel on the other side of the box.

After squatting for a long time, finding that Tanjiro still hadn't come back, Kamado Midouko slowly walked over there curiously.

She tried her best to move a little bit, and suddenly, it seemed that there was something blocking her way in front of her.

Zaomen Mi Douzi subconsciously reached out and pushed.

There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

Fu Heisher concentrated on watching the galloping horse on TV. There was a small notebook and a pen in front of him, but he hadn't touched it since the beginning.

After a while, the door to the side cabinet was easily pushed open.

A petite-looking girl emerged from the inside, with glossy black hair hanging over her shoulders, a pink ribbon tied around her head, and a bamboo tube in her mouth.

Mi Douzi poked his head out from the cabinet door and looked around in confusion.

Fu Heisher stood up, looked down at Zaomen Mi Douzi a few times.

The little girl who appeared suddenly was wearing a pink and white kimono with traditional patterns and a black haori. It was obviously quite inconvenient to wear, but her figure was surprisingly agile.

Even so, that's all.

Getting out of the closet, she looked like a little girl with little fighting power, and she felt obviously threatening.

Gee, what a hassle.

Fu Heisher casually stretched out a hand, and pressed the head of Zaomen Mi Douzi.

Suddenly felt Mi Douzi of Zaomen with a big hand on top of his head:?

She moved in confusion, but a strong force hit her and she was forced back into the cabinet.

Fu Heisher looked at Zaomen Mi Douzi who was squatting in the cabinet, who seemed a little unhappy, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he closed the cabinet door casually.

Suddenly aware of the darkness in front of her eyes, Mi Douzi, who was locked in the cabinet, was a little angry.

She pushed the door out angrily. At first, she just pushed it with her hands, but then she leaned her whole body against the door and slammed it back hard.

Fu Heisher stood against the door as if nothing had happened, didn't bother to think about what was going on behind him, and continued to watch the horse betting wholeheartedly.

Holding the remote control with one hand, he picked out a previous recording and watched it with relish, but he didn't respond to the increasing impact behind him.

The shower in the bathroom spouted clear water, which reflected rainbow-like light under the white light.

Shiratori Mariko stood below, bathed in the warm water, feeling the exhaustion all over her body was washed away.

She also brought her mobile phone into the bathroom, so she played a few songs and listened to them while taking a shower.

A shower is always quick.

After washing off the dust and putting on clean clothes that were dried in the sun, Shiratori Mariko looked at herself in the mirror.

Her face was still a little sickly red, and after removing the makeup, compared with her pale complexion, the dark circles under her eyes were particularly obvious.

Shiratori Mariko sighed helplessly, then stretched out her hand to press the position of her heart, slid her finger up, and touched the red mark on the collarbone again.

She froze for a moment, and carefully observed the red mark in the mirror.

Still "60", but seems lighter than the afternoon.

Unintentionally thinking about it further, Shiratori Mariko put away the dirty clothes, opened the door and walked out.

What caught her eyes was Fu Heisher, who was leaning against the cabinet she bought not long ago and was concentrating on watching TV. Seeing her coming out of the bathroom, he didn't even give her a look.

"Why don't you just sit down and watch?" Shiratori Mariko said a little puzzled.

Then, she heard a banging sound coming from the cabinet, as if something was pushing against the door non-stop inside, with such force that the cabinet shook.

——But she didn't stuff anything into it before, did she?

Shiratori Mariko wanted to ask what was going on, but looked at Fuheshier with a calm face, and didn't know where to start asking.

Fu Heisher leaned his back against the cabinet door as if nothing had happened, looking relaxed.

He didn't seem to have much reaction to the voice, and seemed a little bored.

The unknown creature that had resisted for a long time pushed out more violently, and Shiratori Mariko could almost feel the shock while standing on the ground.

"Mr. Shier," she couldn't help asking, "what happened?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Fu Heisher was stunned, as if he was regretting the current game situation, "small things."

His eyes still stayed on the TV, as if he was a little interested in this horse, as if he wanted to place a bet immediately.

"This kind of strength is no small matter," Shiratori Mariko, who was a little helpless about this, approached the cabinet door, "Let me go first"

Her words got stuck in the middle.

The impact sound became more and more intense and obvious, accompanied by a crisp sound like a plank breaking, under her horrified gaze——

The door of the closet just cracked open.

Mariko Shiratori stared dumbfounded at a cute little girl who looked ashamed and didn't know what to say for a while.

And Fuheshier's eyes were still fixed on the horse racing program on TV.

"Tsk. Missed again."