Only 100 days left in life

Although she was heartbroken by the broken cabinet, Shiratori Mariko was the first to squat down in front of the little girl who got out.

"That," she asked tentatively, "Hello, I'm Mariko Shiratori, the owner of this room."

Zaomen Midouzi stood obediently, raised her head to look at Shiratori Mariko, and blinked.

She looks like a tiny one, and she looks quite cute standing on the ground.

Shiratori Mariko, who didn't get a response, noticed that she had something like a bamboo tube in her mouth, with a red rope tied to it.

She suddenly realized that she reached out to take the bamboo tube that Zaomen Midouzi stuffed in her mouth, "Yes, I really can't talk with this in my mouth."

Zaomen Midouzi took a step back, shook her head, seemed to reject her move to take down the bamboo tube, and made a vague sound.

It doesn't look like a sentence, but more like a meaningless modal particle.

Mariko Shiratori, who was hindered in communication, tentatively signed a few sign language with the little girl, but the little girl just blinked her eyes and looked at her without any other reaction. She looked like a child of two or three years old, innocent.

"So, can't you talk?" She hesitated for a moment before asking.

Then, Shiratori Mariko realized that it was futile, and it seemed that the child also couldn't understand himself.

She thought for a long time, then opened her arms hesitantly, facing Mi Douzi at the stove door, "Hug?"

Zaomen Midouzi blinked, his eyebrows and eyes stretched.

She quickly threw herself into Shiratori Mariko's arms, then stretched out her hand, and touched Shiratori Mariko's head.

Mariko Shiratori, who was caught off guard by being patted on the head, stood up holding the little girl who was about the size of a child, feeling a little at a loss.

It was the first time for her to meet such a difficult foreign guest.

Those who came here for the first time before, whether it was Megumi Fukuro or Yukichi Fukuzawa, were all mature people who could at least communicate with her briefly.

But the child in front of him looks very small, it's fine if he doesn't know why he got here by mistake, it's really very difficult to not even speak.

This child should have someone close to her who has been taking care of her.

Although I don't know why there is a bamboo tube stuffed in her mouth, whether it is clean nails or neat clothes, it all reveals the fact that someone has been taking care of her.

Shiratori Mariko put the little girl back on the ground, then groped and turned her up.

No, there is no relevant name or anything like that, and I can't find anything like identification. Are the parents really responsible?How bad.

Seemingly sensing Shiratori Mariko's bad mood, Zamon Yadouko took the initiative to take two steps forward and hugged Shiratori Mariko.

She buried her small face in Shiratori Mariko's shoulder and rubbed it against her, trying to calm her down.

Mariko Shiratori, who was suddenly violently attacked by a child, froze for a moment, then hugged her tightly again.

"I feel that besides sending her back now, I can only wait for the other party to find me," Shiratori Mariko sighed, and looked at Fuheshier who was still watching the horse race, "Mr. Shier, what do you think?"

"Huh? Oh," Fuheshier didn't seem to be listening at all, "Do you want to raise it?"

His tone was casual, as if he was treating some cheap pet casually.

"What are you talking about!" Shiratori Mariko subconsciously said, "Please, this is a person!"

How can you use such a tone, this is a real person!

Fuheshier sneered.

Shiratori Mariko turned her head to look at the child.

Zaomen Midouzi looked at her obediently, as if she didn't understand what the scary adult next to her was saying, she hugged Shiratori Mariko tightly, and gently rubbed her.

Shiratori Mariko:! ! !Ah - can't be tempted, absolutely not!

She gritted her teeth and warned herself not to be tempted.Absolutely not, the bottom line, this is the bottom line, you can't trick children!

"Oh," Fu Heisher glanced lazily, "So?"

He said perfunctorily, "Do you want to raise it?"

Shiratori Mariko shook her head.

"No," she flatly rejected Fuheshier's words, "I have no money. Shall we send her back? Or wait for her family to find her?"

"Whatever you want," Fuheshier said indifferently, "it's fine."

He is much more interested in betting on horses than this, even to the owner of the house, Mariko Shiratori, he is indifferent to answering.

Shiratori Mariko looked at Fuhesher's negative attitude with a little headache.

"Then let's take her back," she thought for a while, and said, "People at home who don't know where her interface is may not be able to find it."

"Oh, yes," Fuheshier said lazily, "you decide."

Shiratori Mariko responded, and put down Zaomen Midouzi, who was in her arms, and placed it on a chair beside her.

"You can sit here for a while, can you?" She said gently, "I'll just send a message to my friend, soon."

Kamodo Mizuko blinked at her a few times, which made Shiratori Mariko laugh.

"So good," she reached out and patted Zaomen Mi Douzi's head, then took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Wutiao Wu and the others, explaining the situation at home, and also mentioned that she was going to send the child back, and it was smooth. He also posted a few photos about the summer festival that he took.

After that, Shiratori Mariko finally remembered the leftover apple candy brought back from the summer festival, so she simply took it out of the freezer and stuffed it to Zaomen Midouzi.

After explaining everything, Shiratori Mariko took Zaomen Midouzi's hand, called Fuheshier, and tentatively walked into the cabinet.

The cabinet is more than two meters high, even with the physique of Fuheshier, it can stand easily, but compared with the other two worlds where "the world is opposite when you pull it apart", this place is more like a dark line channel.

Shiratori Mariko couldn't see clearly, so she could only hold the mobile phone with the flashlight turned on, and reluctantly walked to the other side of the box.

Mi Douzi pushed open the door of the wooden box and got out again.

Then came out Mariko Shiratori who was holding her hand, and Fuheshier who followed behind.

Mariko Shiratori looked around in a daze. There was only one ramen stall with the words "Business" still on, and the boss inside was busy making ramen, as if there was nothing free.

"Ah, here is" she said uncertainly, "in the wilderness?"

She took out her phone and found that the location on her phone had disappeared strangely, and the last displayed location was Asakusa, Tokyo.

Is this Asakusa?But is Asakusa so dilapidated?Where did she end up? ?

Shiratori Mariko held the hand of Zaomen Midouzi tightly, and pulled her to the front of the ramen stall owner.

"That" she asked tentatively, "Hi, sir. May I excuse you for a moment?"

The owner of the ramen stand raised his head, glanced suspiciously at Mariko Shiratori who was wearing a strange dress, and saw her holding the hand of Zaomen Midouzi again.

"Are you the family of those two children?" He nodded suddenly, and seemed to be excited immediately, "Let me tell you, your children are really terrible—really terrible !!Hey, you are mom, right? Isn't that right?"

Shiratori Mariko subconsciously took a step back.

"What, what?" she explained, "You may have misunderstood"

"There is no misunderstanding!" The boss spit, "Your child smacked my bowl of noodles, he smashed the noodles!"

He looked quite annoyed, "It's fine if you don't treat the noodles seriously, he doesn't want to eat noodles at all, so why don't you buy them! If you buy them and don't treat them well, I'm going to be pissed off Ah, I'm so mad, do you understand! It's not about money—"

As if looking at Mariko Shiratori wasn't enough, he turned to Fuheshir, who was standing to the side, also wearing strange clothes.

"Are you the father of this family?!"

Vol Heshel:? !

He clicked his tongue and was about to deny it, but was interrupted mercilessly by the boss.

The boss ran straight out from behind the stall. He was obviously a head shorter than Fu Heisher, but he was imposing.

He stood in front of Fuheshier with his hips akimbo, "I say you! If you want to educate your own children well, take responsibility—"

Seeing the stunned expression that Fu Heisher seldom showed, the boss seemed to be more motivated.

He was about to make persistent efforts, and after a few dozen sentences, he saw Mariko Shiratori walking towards him, leading the girl.

"Wait a minute," Mariko Shiratori interrupted him, "You may have misunderstood something. I am not the mother of this child."

She held Zaomen Mi Douzi's hand tightly, and lied nervously, "I saw her on the road."

The boss looked at Shiratori Mariko suspiciously, and said nothing more.

"This child is standing alone by the side of the road," Mariko Shiratori continued after seeing the boss finally shut up, "It seems that he was lost, so I walked over and wanted to ask about the situation first. Although he said that he would discard his own flesh and blood is not uncommon”

She paused for a moment before continuing, "But this child seems to be well-educated and well-groomed. I hear what you mean, this girl has an older brother or younger brother, doesn't she?"

The boss nodded awkwardly.

"It's a boy with red hair, and there is an obvious scar on his forehead," he said, "I bought a bowl of noodles from me, but I didn't pay for it, and I didn't eat it, so I just threw the bowl away and left suddenly. I even left my sister behind."

Shiratori Mariko nodded, indicating that she understood.

"Then let's wait until the kid's elder brother comes over." She looked at Fuhesher, "Mr. Shier, do you have any other ideas?"

"casual."

It looked like he didn't want to say anything.

Shiratori Mariko sighed, sat down on a stone bench on one side with Zaomen Midouzi, and called Fuheshier who was beside her to come and sit down.

She reached out to the wooden box that fell on the ground, patted it clean and put it aside, and said to the ramen stall owner beside him, "Then I will disturb you for a while."

The boss nodded, walked over hesitantly, and stood in front of the three of them.

He stared at the three of them and said, "I'm really sorry for misunderstanding you, I'm very sorry, I was thinking too much about that one, do you want ramen? The kind I treat you to! Please don't be polite!"

Mariko Shiratori, who was re-tying the pink ribbon on Zaomen Mizuko, turned her head and was taken aback for a moment.

"Ah, this," she subconsciously refused, "it's not to this extent, so don't be so polite——"

But looking at the boss's eagerly expecting eyes, Mariko Shiratori's rejection that she was about to say was a little hard to say.

"The main reason is that I'm full," she asked hesitantly, "Mm Shi Er, do you want to eat?"

When Zamon Tanjiro rushed back from the street and ran back with a knife, he smelled two strange auras around Midouzi from a long distance away.

One is a young woman, it seems to have a mild smell, and it smells very reassuring; the other has a not-so-good smell, and Tanjiro is also a little confused about this smell, he just thinks it's bad, very bad.

He quickened his pace, rushed back, and shouted from a long distance, "Mi Douzi——"

Mariko Shiratori, who heard the voice, turned back a little suspiciously, and found a teenage boy rushing here.

Is this the brother the boss said?Also a child.

At this moment, Kamado Mizuko, who was sitting next to Shiratori Mariko and holding an apple candy, stood up abruptly.

Like a twitch, she suddenly turned into a teenage girl under Shiratori Mariko's dumbfounded gaze, and then ran over there.

A little ahead of Kamado Tanjirou, Kamado Yazuko slammed to the brakes.

Then he raised the candy apple in his hand, and stuffed it carefully and treasured into the rough hand of Tanjiro Kamado who seemed to be embracing her.