Only 100 days left in life

Mariko Shiratori had a very distant dream.

In summer, it is noisy and boring, the birds are chirping, and the greenery in the mountains and plains almost soaks all places.

There was a lot of noise between classes, and it was rare for students to relax during the heavy schoolwork. They threw notes at each other, played and laughed, and showed some liveliness in such an increasingly depressing atmosphere.

She didn't get into this atmosphere, she just looked out of the window with her face propped up, the pen on her fingertips spinning, thinking about the part-time job at night and breakfast the next day.

The leaves outside the window intertwine with the wind, casting speckled light and shadows.

The picture stops when the class bell rings, the teacher walks in with a folder in his hand, and mentions the little quiz in the next few days, so there is a lot of wailing in the class, and the students are stumbling around.

Mariko Shiratori was absent-minded, turned the pages of the book, and read it slowly with her chin in her hands.

When Shiratori Mariko opened her eyes again, she was still thinking about her homework test.

Although she doesn't intend to go to college, but the bottom one is too ugly.

Shiratori Mariko, who was exhausted and thought it was too much work last night, sat on the bed and got up, yawning.

She glanced at the alarm clock by the bed, and her gaze suddenly froze.

It's already afternoon!She definitely overslept at work last night!

With her memory still in her dream, she almost jumped up, rushed to the closet and found the school uniform jacket, simply tied up her hair, and then searched for textbooks and backpacks in the bedroom.

To make matters worse, Shiratori Mariko got nothing.

"It's over, it's over, I guess it's left in the store. This is miserable," she said to herself, "I have to think of an excuse to perfuse the class teacher. What good excuses do you have, ah—forget it, let's go to school first. "

A little anxiously, she picked up her mobile phone and rushed to the door, Shiratori Mariko unscrewed the bedroom doorknob and ran out, secretly praying that the head teacher would be in a good mood today, so that she wouldn't be caught scolding her for half an hour and delay her work at night.

—and met a pair of emotionless eyes.

Fu Heisher was wearing a black sweater, which still matched his pair of gray lace-up pants, and was sitting lazily on the sofa when he heard her voice and turned around.

He glanced up and down at Mariko Shiratori, who was dressed extraordinarily youthfully today, and raised his eyebrows.

"You like this kind of thing," Fuheshier commented meaningfully, "It's not bad."

After a pause, thinking of how Mariko Shiratori was crying yesterday, he reluctantly said, "Do you have a preserved dk suit? The bigger one——I can't guarantee the integrity if it's smaller."

Under the guard of Shiratori Mariko, more than half of the betting tickets were won, so Fu Heisher, who had just checked the results, was in a good mood today.

Then, play a little dress-up game with her as an extra reward.

These words were like pouring a basin of cold water down her head, causing Mariko Shiratori to jolt suddenly, and woke up from a drowsy state.

She remembered in a trance that she had actually graduated a few years ago.

Time always seems to be extremely cruel to her, or rather, it is so stingy.

When Mariko Shiratori was not ready, time pushed her to rush forward, let her grow up and take on her own life, and now it has her standing at the end of life again, making her sink to the point of no change situation.

No, wait a minute, what was that guy Fuheshier talking about just now? ?

Mariko Shiratori said in disbelief, "Why do you think that a girl like me would have a dk suit? Am I a pervert??"

Fuheshier glanced at her.

"Oh," he said perfunctorily, "so you didn't. Do you want me to ask your 'Hui Jun' for a suit?"

Shiratori Mariko: "No, no need."

She paused for a moment before realizing what Fu Heisher was saying, "Wait a minute, what do you want a DK suit for? Wear it for yourself??"

Fu Heisher glanced at her inexplicably, "Don't you like this style?"

With one hand resting on the gray linen sofa, he said vaguely, "High school student, huh?"

"Fuheshier, please speak well," Shiratori Mariko said unbearably, "If anyone likes this style, don't talk nonsense!"

She tugged at the clothes on her body, always feeling that the clothes that seemed to fit just now became awkward after realizing her age, "Forget it, I'll go and change the clothes first."

"Ah?" Atsushi Nakajima said a little surprised, "Miss Shiratori, do you want to go back and change it? But Miss Shiratori looks good in this?"

He said regretfully, "It's a pity to replace it. Isn't it, Jinghua?"

Quan Jinghua beside him nodded.

"Yes," she whispered, "very nice."

Shiratori Mariko: "Atsushi? Kyoka? Why are you here?"

She looked blankly at the place where the two were standing, "When are you coming—Mr. Dazai? Why are you here?"

Osamu Dazai waved his hand with an innocent face, and moved his foot that was on Atsushi Nakajima's shoe by the way.

"Ah——well, we've been here for a while," he changed the subject, "Today is the meeting date that the president and Mr. Mitsukiya agreed to meet, so we'll come here and wait for Mr. Mitsukiya in advance."

"So," Mariko Shiratori, who came back to her senses, jumped out of embarrassment and explained calmly, "You were watching the fun just now."

Facing Osamu Dazai, who started to look left and right, and Atsushi Nakajima, who was obviously starting to feel guilty, she emphasized her tone again, "You are watching my excitement."

Atsushi Nakajima started to break out in a cold sweat and became nervous: "Ah, this, that, I—"

He didn't actually have that idea.Mr. Dazai stepped on his foot just now, so he didn't have time to say hello.

Dazai interrupted him.

"So," he brought up the subject again, "Mr. Maternity House will come over later."

Shiratori Mariko who wanted to keep asking: "What? Where is Mr. Sanshikiya going?"

How did this matter involve Mr. Sanshikiya again?

Changing the subject smoothly, Osamu Dazai snapped his fingers crisply, "Go to Yokohama."

He smiled and said, "After all, we made an appointment when we helped out, and now it's time to go to Yokohama to pay the reward~ Shiratori is fine today, right? Come along too!"

"Oh," Shiratori Mariko subconsciously echoed, "So it's wrong to go to Yokohama to deliver the report, wait a minute, you didn't tell me about this in advance, did you!"

"Ah, that," Osamu Dazai said innocently, "I forgot hahaha."

He waved his hand, "It's not important—"

Fuheshier let out a sneer.

Shiratori Mariko glared at Fuhesher, "You too! Stop thinking about it, Fuhesher!"

After a pause, she continued, "Then you go, I'm going back to my room. Call me if you need anything, I won't go out today."

As long as she is at home, the doors to the multiple worlds remain open.

With the permission of Shiratori Mariko, using her home as a medium, it is also very convenient for two parties to communicate or three parties to communicate.

"Hey, isn't Shiratori coming together?" Osamu Dazai said thoughtfully, "But the obanshiya-kun really wants you to come."

Shiratori Mariko was stunned for a moment, "Mr. Mitsukiya wants me to go with you?"

She frowned in confusion, "But he didn't notify me in advance, did he want me as a third party?"

Because two worlds are involved, she is the middleman to ensure the smooth implementation of the contract?Is that so?

Following her words, Osamu Dazai nodded with a smile, "Yes, that's right."

He glanced at the time, "It's not long."

"Ah, but my clothes don't fit either." Shiratori Mariko got a little tangled up.

She walked around the room twice anxiously, hesitating between going back to change clothes and waiting for Maternity House Yaoya to come over in this attire, and finally said decisively, "Take Mr. Maternity House to Yokohama— —Anyway, don’t say I’m at home. No, just say I’m still sleeping.”

In order to avoid embarrassment, it is safer for her to stay at home.

After saying that, Shiratori Mariko was going to close the door, "Goodbye, Atsushi, Kyoka."

It seems that Fu Heshier and Dazai Osamu have been completely skipped.

At this moment, the cabinet on the other side was knocked lightly, and it was pushed open.

As soon as Yaoya Yaoya, who had just come out of the closet, arrived, she saw Mariko Shiratori closing the door, as if she was running away in a panic.

He was a little dazed, "Miss Shiratori?"

Shiratori Mariko stopped with the hand closing the door.

"Ah, that," she opened the door again, with a dry smile, "Long time no see, Mr. Maternity House. How are you doing?"

"It's improved a lot," Sanshikiya Yoya replied with a smile, and asked a little curiously, "Is Miss Shiratori busy?"

Mariko Shiratori: "No, not at all."

She came out of the room silently, and exhaled, "Do you have an appointment with Mr. Dazai?"

Yoya Sanshikiya nodded, "Yes, I'm here to fulfill the agreement with the Armed Detective Agency."

He looked at Osamu Dazai and the other two, and said peacefully, "Sorry for keeping Dazai-kun waiting for so long. Shall we leave now?"

Osamu Dazai glanced at the mournful Yu Xingmei who was behind Yoya Yasuki, "Ah - of course it's fine."

He said nonchalantly, "Let's go now, Shiratori?"

Shiratori Mariko who was urged: "Understood, come here now. Mr. Shier, do you want to go together?"

She didn't realize that she was led in a wrong direction of understanding by Osamu Dazai.

After clearly watching the whole process, Fu Heisher clicked his tongue.

"No," he said lazily, turning on the TV again.

"Understood," Shiratori Mariko said as usual, and walked to Dazai Osamu, "Let's go, Dazai-kun."

The balcony door was closed with a crisp sound.

"It's so stupid," Fu Heisher said with emotion, "It's so deceiving."

But it has nothing to do with him.

Fu Heshen paused for a moment, then continued watching the horse racing show.

"—So, Dazai Osamu, you are lying again!" Shiratori Mariko said angrily, "Is there any benefit in lying to me!"

She really couldn't figure out why some people would be keen on doing such teasing things.

Sanshikiya Yoya had already entered the house for a detailed discussion with Fukuzawa Yukichi, and Nakajima Atsushi and Kyoka went to complete the commission.

Shiratori Mariko also learned the idea that "Mr. Sanshikiya never said that he wanted her to follow", and discovered Osamu Dazai's lie.

She followed Dazai Osamu, questioning him as she walked, "Answer me, Dazai-kun?"

"Ah, this," Osamu Dazai, who was walking in front, said innocently, "It's really fun for Shiratori to be angry."

He didn't forget to add fuel to the fire, "Gotiao-kun thinks so too, it's exactly what he said."

Shiratori Mariko frowned, "Gojo? What did he tell you???"

"Ah, that means Shiratori is as cute as a little hamster when angry, and it's interesting to look like it's puffed up—" Osamu Dazai paused in the middle of his sentence.

Under the gaze of Shiratori Mariko, he said lightly again, "I lied to you."

In fact, of course Gojo Satoru didn't tell him anything.

Compared to his lovely, less-minded students, that white-haired conjurer is really annoyingly clever.

"Osamu Dazai!" Shiratori Mariko said angrily, "Is there anything special about playing with me!"

She said angrily, "You bastard—OK, I'll go to Mr. Fukuzawa now!"

Of course, Shiratori Mariko is just talking, it is impossible for her to bother Fukuzawa Yukichi for such a trivial matter.

But that doesn't mean it's just been revealed——

"Huh?! Why can I see Dazai, you bastard on the rest day!" The orange-haired young man wearing a hat frowned and stopped in his tracks, "Who are you, Shiratori?"

He said unexpectedly, "Why are you here??"

Today's Shiratori Mariko is wearing a classic student dress with a shirt and a pleated skirt, looking fresh and clean.

She followed Dazai Osamu, looking a little angry.

Shiratori Mariko: "Ah, Chuya-kun, long time no see. I was tricked by Dazai-kun."

Nakahara Chuya: "Huh? Sure enough, this mackerel lied again?"

He glanced at Shiratori Mariko's attire today, frowned and said, "This guy won't say anything that shouldn't be said—he invited you to die in love? This bastard really has no limit."

"Ah, not really," Shiratori Mariko shook her head, "Speaking of which, I have a question."

She paused and asked hesitantly, "So, Dazai-kun, why do you have to let me come over? Is there something wrong?"

Before Dazai could speak, Shiratori Mariko added, "Don't say 'because it's fun' reasons."

She said quite gently, "After all, I wouldn't believe it either."

Osamu Dazai spread his hands innocently, "Ah, then there is no other way, after all—"

"After all, it is the old man who invited you here," a man in a cloak and a black hat walked over, "It's my first meeting, nice to meet you, Miss Shiratori."

Shiratori Mariko froze.

"...Are you?" She asked suspiciously.

"Natsume Soseki," Natsume Soseki said.

Shiratori Mariko responded, "Then, is Mr. Natsume looking for me for something?"

She said, "Even if you are Dazai-kun's friend, it would be too much for him to trick me into coming here—for whatever reason."

"To be honest," Shiratori Mariko said, "I'm actually quite unhappy."

Natsume Soseki glanced at her, "It's related to what you are most worried about right now."

Shiratori Mariko frowned.

What worries her most at the moment...is it related to the remaining deadline?

"Mr. Natsume has something to say, why don't you just say it," she said frankly, "To be honest, I don't quite understand."

Natsume Soseki walked slowly towards the bookstore on the other side, "Well, if you want to know the reason, come with me first. Well, not only you, but also Dazai-kun and Nakaya-kun. "

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was called by his name, was also a little confused.

Looking at the innocent Dazai, he gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Ah, anyway, you will know later," Dazai Osamu said with a smile, and followed Natsume Soseki unhurriedly, "After all, Dr. Mori also knows about this. Shiratori, come on?"

Shiratori Mariko pursed her lips tightly, hesitated for a moment, and followed Dazai Osamu's pace.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned.But in fact, it is impossible for him to let Shiratori Mariko leave with Dazai and this stranger.

He stepped up to catch up, "...you better not lie."

Osamu Dazai glanced at Nakahara Chuya and raised his eyebrows.

Behind the bookstore, in a small room.

"I heard something from Dazai-kun," Natsume Soseki said, "A person with supernatural abilities told you and your friends that there is a book that can solve your problems in Yokohama."

Seeing Shiratori Mariko's shocked look, he added, "Obviously, this is a complete lie. It's just a blank novel, and it can only turn what is written on it into reality."

Shiratori Mariko: "...Huh?"

"I'm sorry," she said after recalling it carefully, "but I don't seem to have heard of this matter... Did you get the wrong person?"

"Shiratori, you don't know," Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "but Gojo-kun is very clear about this."

Fyodor probably hinted at Gojo Satoru a lot, otherwise the white-haired magician wouldn't have slapped him on the sidelines many times.

"...I see," Shiratori Mariko breathed out, "So, you and Mr. Natsume called me here today just to inform me of this?"

She said, "I will tell Wutiao when I go back."

Natsume Soseki shook his head, and said with a bit of disgust, "You are too impatient."

Shiratori Mariko who was complained too impatiently: "...Sorry, you continue."

"The person with the supernatural power plotted this book," Natsume Soseki continued, "that's why we hope that the situation will be as chaotic as possible."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and took out a thin booklet from the bookshelf behind him, "...But, I still decided to let you try it."

Shiratori Mariko frowned.

"No," she said, "wait a minute, but why?"

"Even if it's a gift from Shiratori Terufu Detective Agency," Osamu Dazai said with a smile.

He magically took out a pen from his sleeve, "Would you like to try it?"

Mariko Shiratori looked at Osamu Dazai cautiously, but didn't answer.

"I think," she said anyway, "that I might not try . . . I mean, it's too risky."

Whether it's pinning the reality of the world on a "book" or pinning the hope of curing diseases on a "book", it's too risky.

She originally thought that Mr. Natsume Soseki was a doctor. To be honest, the fact was a bit beyond her expectation.

Shiratori Mariko shook her head, "I'll talk to Gojo. I haven't been here before, and I don't know anything, so that's it."

She turned around, intending to leave.

Dazai raised his eyebrows.

"Don't you really want to try it?" he said.

Shiratori Mariko glanced back at him, "In other words, why do you think that the products of your world can do this?"

She took a breath and said with difficulty, "What's more, even if you took a fake notebook to replace the so-called 'book', I wouldn't know about it, would I?"

She is not Wujowu, she doesn't have six eyes, and she can't see through whether something is true or false.

After saying this, Shiratori Mariko pushed open the door and left without looking back.

Nakahara Nakaya glanced at the two people around him who were a little caught off guard by Mariko Shiratori's actions, and chased after him pressing his hat.

Natsume Soseki: "...What an unexpected ending, isn't it, Dazai-kun?"

He looked at the back of the two leaving, but he laughed, thinking about Shiratori Mariko's rejection just now, "It's very interesting."

Obviously, this refers to the fact that more than half of Osamu Dazai's plan was cancelled.

Dazai Osamu also showed a smile, "It's reasonable, Mr. Natsume."

His tone was still rising, as if he was talking about something light and joyful, but his iris-colored eyes showed a bit of a dull luster, "After all, we have tried many times before, and we can't even write Shiratori's name. ...No wonder."

Natsume Soseki glanced at him.

"So, have you got the answer to Dazai-kun's question?" He asked with a sigh.

At that time, I found Soseki Natsume who was hiding in Yokohama, and persuaded him to try to use the "book" to treat Mariko Shiratori. After failing, it was Dazai Osamu who asked her to try it herself.

Today, it was Osamu Dazai himself who showed a rash attitude in front of Shiratori Mariko and looked particularly bad.

What Osamu Dazai was thinking, in fact, even he had a hard time guessing the young man.

"Hmm - I understand something." Osamu Dazai seemed to be in a good mood, and waved casually with Natsume Soseki, "Then I'll go first."

After getting permission, he put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the door.

The windbreaker was blown up, against the slender figure of Osamu Dazai, there was a sense of loneliness.

"See you next time, Mr. Natsume."

After Shiratori Mariko walked out, she realized a serious problem.

...she doesn't know the way.Especially don't know the way back.

After standing on the street for a while, Mariko Shiratori sighed in frustration.

Just when she gave up on finding the way by herself and was about to ask a kind person for directions, a familiar figure appeared on the other side.

Shiratori Mariko's eyes lit up and walked over.

"Well, Mr. Zhongye," she asked, "do you know which direction to go back? I'm a little confused..."

Seeing Shiratori Mariko, Nakahara was also relieved.

"I'll take you home," he said, "to the detective agency or... home?"

Shiratori Mariko paused.

"Go home," she said now that she was in no mood to go to the detective agency, "Mr. Chuya, do you still remember where my family lives?"

What she actually meant was "If you don't remember, I'll report it to you." However, Zhong Yuanzhong, who heard this sentence, understood it wrong.

He coughed and said a little unnaturally, "...remember."

Shiratori Mariko breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. Please."

So the two walked back along the road like this, taking care of Shiratori Mariko's pace, Nakahara also deliberately slowed down.

Noticing this, Shiratori Mariko still thought with emotion, Nakaya-kun is really a rare good person.

Immediately afterwards, she heard the people around her ask, "If you don't mind... Shiratori, do you need help?"

Looking at Shiratori Mariko, Nakahara added, "If I can help."

Shiratori Mariko froze.

"No, I don't have anything I need to help with," asked a little blankly, "Why did Nakaya-kun suddenly mention this?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a moment.

"...just now," he said.

Only then did Mariko Shiratori recall what Natsume Soseki said just now, and realized that Nakahara didn't seem to know something about her.

She pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing, please don't worry."

Zhong Yuanzhong also keenly noticed that her mood seemed to drop all of a sudden.

He immediately said: "I won't ask any more, don't be sad."

Hearing this sentence, Shiratori Mariko froze for a moment.

"...Is it obvious?" She asked softly.

Nakahara Chuya: "...It's not very obvious."

He was silent for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Probably, just, a little...?"

This cute hesitation successfully made Shiratori Mariko laugh.

"Mr. Zhongye," she said with a smile, "Has anyone ever praised you for being especially good at comforting people?"

Thinking of the group of hostages and subordinates who were frightened to cry by him, Zhong Yuanzhong also paused suspiciously.

"...Should, no," he said.

Shiratori Mariko blinked at Nakahara Nakaya, "Then there is one now."

"Thank you, Chuya-kun."