Only 100 days left in life

Pouring the steaming water from the kettle into the transparent glass, Shiratori Mariko breathed out, and stopped pouring before overflowing.

She carefully placed the kettle, which was half full of water, on the inside of the table, and she walked to the side of the TV with a glass of water, and sat down on the single sofa at the other end.

The body sank into the soft sofa cushion, Shiratori Mariko sighed comfortably, and leaned on the sofa relaxedly, the water glass in her hand was hot, warming her cold fingertips.

Fu Heisher went to coach the members of the Ghost Killing Team. It was rare to be alone today without the passionate voice of the horse racing channel commentary. The house was really much cleaner.

It was raining a little today, and Mariko Shiratori simply opened the windows.

Disorderly raindrops scattered into the room, and there was a smell of wet but not wet, with a bit of elusive coldness, passing through the hall.

Danko, who was holding a ball of wool on the carpet and biting, looked at Mariko Shiratori who was sitting alone on the sofa with her eyes closed, blinked, and threw away the ball of wool held in her claws.

It looked around, and after confirming that it and Shiratori Mariko were the only ones in the house today, it jumped up and threw itself into Shiratori Mariko's arms.

Shiratori Mariko almost overturned the water in her hand because of this reckless kitten.

She ignored the dumpling who was busy acting coquettish in her arms, and put the still hot water glass on the coffee table before picking up the cat.

The dumpling meowed innocently, moved its paws, and the whole cat was stretched into a cat strip, one end was lifted by Shiratori Mariko, and the other end was still resting on her lap.

It looked at Shiratori Mariko with a serious face, moved its paws a little guiltyly, tilted its head and rubbed against her.

"I have hot water in my hand," Shiratori Mariko said seriously, "It's absolutely impossible to rush over suddenly—"

There was a sudden knocking sound from the balcony door behind her, she suddenly stopped the sound, and turned her head to look in that direction.

No one from the detective agency contacted her today, saying that she would come over and greet her suddenly, but she would come over without calling, only Osamu Dazai.

However, to be honest, Osamu Dazai would never knock on the door.This guy just slams the door open and looks like "wow that's funny" to the guy he scares.

Seeing that Shiratori Mariko did not respond, the person standing outside the door knocked again.

The sound of knocking on the door was heavy and orderly. It was obvious that he was a person who often did this kind of thing—could it be someone from the special service department with special abilities?But didn't they come here just a few days ago?

Shiratori Mariko held the dumpling in her arms, and simply raised her voice, "Excuse me, who is it?"

The cat in her arms also lengthened its tune and meowed, as if intending to show its presence.

Tuanzi raised his head and chest high, with a menacing look, and his beard was raised proudly.

Shiratori Mariko rubbed its head a little funny, "Okay, you're here, I know."

The people outside the door paused.

After a while, a slightly embarrassed voice came through the door, "Me."

Is this familiar voice Nakahara Chuya? !

Shiratori Mariko stood up in surprise, took the dumpling and opened the built-in lock, "Nakaya-kun?"

The door was pushed open, and standing outside the door was Chuya Nakahara, dressed in black who seemed to have just gotten off work.

Holding a gift in one hand, he looked like a friend visiting for the first time, and he was uncomfortable.

In fact, this is the case. Just a few days ago, the middle and lower-level members of the Hong Kong gang monitored the abnormal travel records of members of the armed detective agency.

In the middle of the night that night, Kunikida Doppo and Yosano Akiko drove to the house of Mariko Shiratori, who was regarded as a key surveillance target, and entered her house directly, and left after a long time.

Compared with the state when he went there, Nakahara could clearly find that even though Yosano Akiko was in a state of extreme excitement, she and Kunikida Doppo both had a sense of fatigue, apparently doing something in it. What.

The bandage of the ax that was carried on her shoulders was slightly unraveled, and the blades inside seemed to have been smoothed a lot.

And he was entrusted with an important task by the leader, and he came here today to investigate the relevant information about this weird trip of the detective agency.

To be honest, Zhongyuanzhong is also a little confused.It's not that he questioned the leader's order, but... when did the leader's methods become so straightforward?It's not torture to extract a confession, it's not persuasion, but——

Let him carry a box of gifts and come to the door directly to ask what happened? !

"I believe Chuu can handle this well," the leader Mori Ogai's smiling face emerged from his memory, "After all, Chuu has always been straightforward."

However, this frankness is not that frankness.

He did raise the traitor's head rudely before and asked "Death or choose one quickly", but it's completely different from the current situation of bringing a gift to the door to ask questions, right? !

Looking at Mariko Shiratori, who was wearing loose home clothes and her brown hair was simply tied into a ponytail with a hair tie, Nakahara, who was about to ask about this directly, fell silent when he saw her.

He hesitated, then said, "...good afternoon."

Shiratori Mariko blinked in confusion, and said tentatively, "Yes. Good afternoon?"

She looked Chuya Nakahara up and down, waiting for him to explain why he came.

To visit her?Still have something?Or pass by by chance and knock on the door to visit?

Shiratori Mariko was thinking indiscriminately, and the cat ball in her arms was also staring at the orange-red haired guy in front of her, looking unfriendly.

But Nakahara Nakahara, who was standing at the door, also looked at Mariko Shiratori, waiting for her to start the conversation.

The two stood quietly at the door like this, staring at each other, but as if someone had cast a stilling spell, neither of them moved.

For a while, the atmosphere was very silent.

After waiting for a long time, Shiratori Mariko still didn't get an answer. She looked at Chuya Nakahara in front of her in a little confusion, "Chuya-kun?"

What the hell is he doing?No, in other words, why did the two of them stand at the door stupidly?

Zhong Yuanzhong also subconsciously responded, "I am here."

No, I know you are here.

Shiratori Mariko sighed helplessly, but took a step back, "Please come in first, Nakaya-kun."

Nakahara also nodded, so he followed Shiratori Mariko into the house.

He also gently closed the door very considerately, and then sat on the sofa in an orderly manner, very consciously, and put the gift he was carrying on the sofa.

However, Nakahara still didn't say what he was here for.

Shiratori Mariko bent down and put the dumpling on the ground, found a cup for Nakahara Nakaya, made a cup of tea and put it in front of him, then asked with some doubts, "Chuya-kun, so you"

Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to realize something, coughed, and handed her the gift on the sofa, "It's for you."

As if feeling a little uncomfortable, he deliberately added, "The leader asked me to give it to you."

Shiratori Mariko felt even more confused, "Mr. Mori?"

After getting an affirmative answer, she took the gift and looked at the obviously relieved Zhong Yuan in front of her, feeling very confused, "So, Mr. Zhong Ye came this time to give me a gift for Mr. Mori ?"

But why did Mr. Mori give her a gift?So dazed, she hasn't been to Yokohama much recently.

It's really a bit weird.

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, then shook his head again.

He finally made up his mind and said, "I heard that people from the detective agency visited your house a few days ago."

Shiratori Mariko took a sip of warm water, recalled it seriously, and nodded, "Yes, there is indeed such a thing."

Chuya Nakahara was talking about the day she asked Yosano-san and Kunikida-san to help the Demon Slayer Squad.But does this have anything to do with his visit?

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded thoughtfully, waiting for her next words.

Shiratori Mariko is also waiting for Nakahara to ask further questions.

So, the two of them fell silent.

Unsurprising result.

Holding the cup in her hand, Shiratori Mariko broke the silent atmosphere with some hesitation, "Is this important to Chuya-kun?"

After all, it is actually her personal commission, and it has little to do with Hong Kong and black.

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused, but nodded.

"Yes," he said, "very important."

After all, the leader suspects that there may be one more world to connect with, and compared with Hong Kong and black, probably the Armed Detective Agency is one step ahead in this connection, or more steps.

If the world over there unites with the detective agency, no matter what, it will be a great threat to Hong Kong and black.

Shiratori Mariko exhaled and laughed.

"What if I don't tell you?" she asked, "I can tell you, Chuya-kun, that it is actually my personal commission."

Nakahara also frowned, as if he was at a loss for Shiratori Mariko's resistance.

"Is that so?" he said finally. "I see, then."

"So?" Shiratori Mariko tilted her head and said jokingly, "What will happen to you?"

Looking at Nakahara Chuya who was stunned, she continued to smile and said, "Slap me? Make me tell the truth, or something else?"

It was still raining outside, and the patter came in, patting on the slightly damp floor.

Shiratori Mariko just sat loosely on the sofa, waiting for Nakahara Chuya's answer.

Finally realizing that Shiratori Mariko was teasing him, Nakahara also paused, struggling to keep up with the atmosphere, "Give you another gift?"

It feels like there is no other way.

His words made Shiratori Mariko couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, no kidding," she said, "You want to ask what you did after you and Xieye-san came to my house? They went to a new world and helped me save some injured children—— You should know that Ms. Yosano's ability is related to healing, so I asked her to take a trip with Mr. Kunikida."

Zhong Yuanzhong also silently wrote down her words, and listened to her continue to explain, "The situation was more dangerous at that time, and the situation over there was also a bit complicated. I didn't expect that Mr. Mori would be interested in this, but if he is worried about the situation there Please reassure him that the world will meddle in Yokohama's affairs, it will not. I can still promise this."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, indicating that he knew.

Shiratori Mariko Mosuo held the cup, "Then, is there anything else Chuya-kun wants to do?"

She smiled and said, "It's still raining outside, if you're not in a hurry, you can sit at my house for a while."

After hesitating for a moment, Zhong Yuanzhong also took out his mobile phone, "The leader asked me to give you his communication number."

After a pause, he added, "There is also a private Twitter account."

Shiratori Mariko: "Huh?"

Although very confused, Mariko Shiratori cooperated and added Mori Ogai's number and Twitter account.

She glanced roughly, her eyes gradually becoming strange.

Shiratori Mariko looked at Nakahara Chuya hesitantly, then glanced at Mori Ogai's private Twitter account full of photos of Alice's costume change, and then glanced at Nakahara Chuya.

This, ah this.So, this matter.ah!

Shiratori Mariko felt that if Mori Ogai was trying to embarrass her, he did it, and he succeeded.

At this moment, the door of the bathroom on the other side was pushed open.

"Hey, Shiratori, good afternoon!" Gojo Satoru said cheerfully, holding a plastic bag in his hand, "I heard that guy Fuheshier has gone to work, right? I'm here to play with you, are you looking forward to it?" -"

His original words stopped abruptly, and he stared at Nakahara Chuya who was sitting on the sofa, showing an unclear expression, "Who are you?"

Shiratori Mariko glanced at the bag in Gojo Satoru's hand, and introduced him, "Mr. Nakahara Chuya, I mentioned it to you a few times before, that Hong Kong gangster cadre."

Whether it was being rescued by bungee jumping from the bridge before, or Fuheshier and Nakahara Nakaya competing to make money, Mariko Shiratori has talked to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru let out a thoughtful oh.

"Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. It turns out that you are Mr. Zhongye~" he said with a smile, "I was a little surprised."

Nakahara Chu also returned to his usual expression, and nodded slightly indifferently towards Gojo Satoru.

"Central Plains Chuya," he said simply.

Gojo Satoru closed the door with his feet without hesitation, swiftly avoided the tuanzi who were rushing towards him, and strode towards Chuya Zhongya.

He firmly held Nakahara Chuya's hand, shook it twice, "I've heard your name several times, Dazai-kun told me a lot about you, Nakaya-kun—"

Seeing Nakahara Chuya who changed his expression when he heard Osamu Dazai’s name, Gojo Gojo said exaggeratedly, “He asked me to help you pay attention to whether there are any hospitals in Tokyo that specialize in treating height problems. You~ Dazai-kun are really good friends, aren’t you?”

Of course, Osamu Dazai never said anything like that to him, and only occasionally mentioned "annoying slugs", but this did not prevent Gojo Satoru from making up stories in a serious manner at this time.

Nakahara Nakahara held Gojo Satoru's hand with a sudden increase of strength, and almost squeezed out the words, "You, know Dazai?"

Why did he, the bastard, say everything out—although it's not surprising, but it's really annoying, this guy!Be sure to send his old lover his address some other day!

Gojo Satoru remained expressionless, "Yes, I have a good relationship with him, Shiratori testifies, isn't it?"

Mariko Shiratori, who was on the sidelines, twitched the corners of her mouth, but did not expose Gojo Satoru's words.

If the relationship between two people is not bad if they fight when they meet, then the relationship between Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu is indeed not bad.

Shiratori Mariko stared at the bag in Gojo Satoru's hand, and suddenly asked, "What's in it?"

Why does she feel so familiar? !

"Oh, this one!" Gojo Satoru shook his head and said with a smile, "surprise, it's a gift—are you surprised?"

He handed her the bag, "It took me a lot of effort to save this bag."

Shiratori Mariko took the bag dubiously, "Will you still give me presents?"

Judging from what he said, the things "saved for a long time" should be specimens or the like?

Gojo Satoru nodded, and said very seriously, "You will definitely like it."

Mariko Shiratori slowly opened the bag, looked at the things in sight, "It's been a long time indeed."

When will this guy get rid of the habit of sending unfinished documents to her? ! !