Only 100 days left in life

Now that he found out that he entered someone else's house by mistake, Fukuzawa Yukichi explained his behavior in time.

"Sorry," he said, "I will pay for this bowl of noodles."

Shiratori Mariko is still immersed in the phrase "ramen shop".

Although it is not the first time that someone praised her for cooking delicious food, but this time her craftsmanship was recognized by a complete stranger. Although it is not the first time, repeated occurrences are also very important to her. A very happy thing.

"Ramen shop" is comparable to the craftsmanship of a ramen shop!It is a craft that can open a shop!

Thinking of this, the distress of being disturbed by strangers disappeared in an instant.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay," Mariko Shiratori replied quickly after hearing his apology, "I know you definitely didn't mean to break into my house."

She said embarrassingly, "The location of this door is relatively random. This time it turned out to be a transparent sliding door on the balcony. I really didn't expect it. But you are also a victim, please don't blame yourself. What happened just now was because I was more worried It can't be that bad guys broke in and didn't mean to accuse you."

Shiratori Mariko smiled at Fukuzawa Yukichi, "Thank you again for your compliment, but I don't need the money."

The noodles are made by themselves, without using special cherished ingredients, and they are not expensive.What's more, it was a surprise to receive a compliment.

Now Shiratori Mariko thinks that Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi is a pretty good person besides hating cats.

Then she saw that after she smiled, Fukuzawa Yukichi's face suddenly became serious, revealing a strange expression that could scare a crying child.

Shiratori Mariko:? ? ?

Did she say the wrong thing?Or did she scare the president because of her ugly smile?Could it be that she looks like a cat?

Shiratori Mariko froze for a moment.

It seems to be hated.Let's change the subject.

"That," Shiratori Mariko looked around in a panic, and found Fukuro Megumi who had been silent since the beginning, "Fukuro, have you had dinner yet?"

She looked at the bowl of noodles left, stood up again, and planned to take another clean bowl, "Half for one person? I'll make egg fried rice later?"

Fu Heihui shook his head, "I have eaten with the knotweed and the others, you can eat."

He was still wary of Fukuzawa Yukichi who was sitting on the chair, and he didn't believe that the other party's behavior was considered kind for the time being.Fu Heihui's intuition also told him that the "Mr. Fuze" in front of him must have killed people, and there may be quite a few of them.

And Shiratori Mariko, who didn't feel anything, took out a plate of snacks from the cabinet apologetically, and placed it in front of Fukuroe, "You're welcome."

She heated up her portion of noodles again, and simply ate it.

Shiratori Mariko was really hungry.

She cooked for half a day, and was worried about the new Fukuzawa Yukichi who appeared. Now she relaxes, feeling like a "hungry" doll stuck to her body, unable to move, and can only live on food.

The smooth and springy noodles are swallowed in two or three times, the soup with rich pork bones is salty and delicious, the soft-boiled eggs are just right, and the warm taste is just right, and the pork belly is specially fried, crispy and delicious The taste made Shiratori Mariko quite satisfied.

When eating noodles, the most important thing is to be refreshing and satisfying.

As for worrying that this Fukuzawa Yukichi is a bad guy, Shiratori Mariko actually feels that she really has nothing to plot.

While eating, she thought, what kind of place would Yokohama in another world be like?

"Speaking of which," Mariko Shiratori said vaguely, "What does Yokohama look like in Mr. Fukuzawa's place? Are there people with superpowers?"

"There are some people with special abilities, they are collectively called supernatural beings," Fukuzawa Yukichi replied, "but there are also ordinary people."

He thought for a while and added, "There are more ordinary people."

That's probably similar to Fu Hei's world.

Shiratori Mariko decided to continue eating noodles with peace of mind.

While she was chomping on the noodles, Fukuroi was sizing up Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was sitting upright and well behaved.

"The Armed Detective Agency," he asked, "what kind of place is that?"

"It can be understood as a commissioned detective agency," Fukuzawa Yukichi drank the last sip of soup, cleared his throat, and said calmly.

He looked at Fu Heihui, "You shouldn't be a resident of this world, are you? I didn't hear your footsteps just now."

"Ah, yes," Shiratori Mariko nodded, surprised by his sensitivity, "That's right, Mr. Fukuzawa, your guess is quite accurate."

She put down her chopsticks and sighed, "But we're friends. To be honest, I was a little overwhelmed when you appeared, so please don't misunderstand me calling him over."

Fukuzawa Yukichi glanced at her, and his voice softened slightly, "I'm sorry."

Fu Heihui, who was seen through at a glance, behaved quite calmly.

"I'm afraid that what you have accepted is not an ordinary commission." He simply bypassed the question, "Armed detective agency war related?"

"The armed detective agency is mainly engaged in dangerous tasks that cannot be entrusted to the military or the police," Fukuzawa Yukichi replied. Stand by and watch."

When he spoke, his tone was sonorous and powerful, revealing his unique majesty.

"That sounds great," Shiratori Mariko nodded, and asked curiously, "Detective agency detectives, are all members of the agency detectives? Are they like the kind of people who solve crimes in animation?"

Consciously speaking a bit insecure, she added, "Please forgive me if I offend you. I didn't mean to insult you or your company members."

"Yes," Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded, "That's true."

He thought of Luanbu, and his voice became softer, "There is a detective who is very good at solving crimes."

If Luanbu was here, his tail might be raised when he heard his praise.

And at this moment, the phone in Fu Heihui's pocket beeped.

He took out his phone and glanced at it, "It's a new task. Sorry, I may have to rush back as soon as possible-can you do it alone? Or should I call someone else over?"

It was the task assigned to him to exorcise the third-level curse spirit.

It's not a very difficult spell spirit, but due to the urgency of the incident, it may not be possible to continue guarding here.

"Are you going back?" Shiratori Mariko frowned, "It's too disgusting, it will definitely not grow taller if you let underage high school students do tasks in the middle of the night."

She stood up, "You go back first. I can do it by myself, but I'm sorry to trouble you. It's a waste of time to go here."

Shiratori Mariko didn't feel that she was a fragile product. At first, she called Fukuroi to come over because a stranger broke in.

What's more, the president looks decent and neat, so he shouldn't hurt her.If it doesn't work, she can call the police.

Megumi Fukuro glanced over Mariko Shiratori, who was comforting him, and turned to Yukichi Fukuzawa, who was dressed in a kimono and had a serious face.

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded at him.

"I'm going to leave too," he replied, "please don't worry."

The ringtone of the mobile phone was pressed by Fu Heihui. After evaluating the credibility of Fukuzawa Yukichi's words, he still chose to believe it once.

"I'm going back," he opened the door, "see you tomorrow, Shiratori."

The boy's figure disappeared completely after the door was closed, and the glimpse just now made Fukuzawa Yukichi realize that it was indeed a door leading to another time and space.

Looking through the door, the outline of the temple is faint, and the dark mountains in the distance can be seen.

Shiratori Mariko replied with a smile, "See you tomorrow, thanks for your hard work."

After sending Fukuroe away, Shiratori Mariko's body tensed up suddenly.

She seemed to become tense for a moment. She was obviously in her own home, but she seemed much more cautious than before.

And at this moment, the dumpling who had been playing impatiently in other places jumped to her hand.

Mariko Shiratori scooped up the dumpling and kneaded it.

And with the appearance of Danzi, Fukuzawa Yukichi's sight seemed to be attracted again.

His eyes were serious, as if he was almost reaching the limit of his patience.

Do you hate cats so much?

Shiratori Mariko wanted to take the dumpling to another place, but when she stood up, she inadvertently saw something vaguely hidden in Fukuzawa Yukichi's sleeve.

A long, thin object that seems to have a salty and umami taste, with lifeless eyes, that doesn't seem to want to struggle at all——

Dried fish? ? ? !

Shocked, Shiratori Mariko sat down and made a bold attempt.

She pretended to be unintentional and pinched Tuanzi's cat's paw, and waved it for a while.

Swinging to the left, Fukuzawa Yukichi's gaze follows to the left, and swiping to the right, Fukuzawa Yukichi's gaze turns to the right. Find a little "cat trap" in it.

Sure enough.So it's not that she can't understand her keeping cats at home, but that she likes cats very much?

Mariko Shiratori breathed a sigh of relief, gave up tossing and was impatient, and started meowing at the dumpling who pushed her hand, and asked with a smile, "Do you like cats?"

Being caught by Shiratori Mariko on the spot, Fukuzawa Yukichi coughed as if to cover up.

"Yeah." He did like cats.