Only 100 days left in life

"Miss Shiratori?!" Atsushi Nakajima said in surprise, "But, how could this be?"

Shiratori Mariko was taken aback for a moment, but she also didn't realize why this kind of thing happened suddenly.

"Kidnap me?" She was a little dazed, "but why?"

Apart from sending a gift to Nakahara Nakaya, the only person I know a few days ago, Mariko Shiratori has not had any contact with people from Hong Kong and Black recently.

She thought for a long time, but she didn't quite understand why the other party wanted to kidnap her.Could it be that the souvenirs given did not meet Chuya Chuya's appetite?This is too strange.

"Currently we can't determine the purpose there," Kunikida Doppo said, "Please be careful, Miss Shiratori."

He has already explained the situation to the patrolmen and others within the Summer Festival area, and reminded them to increase the number of patrols and be more cautious.

Shiratori Mariko felt even more confused.

In any case, this matter is actually very weird no matter how it sounds, the other party wants to kidnap her, why?In other words, what does she have that can be worth fighting against?

If it weren't for this sentence coming from Mr. Kunikida Doppo, who is always serious and never jokes about big things, Mariko Shiratori would almost suspect who made this prank.

When she came back to her senses, she found that she was surrounded by people from the Armed Detective Agency.

Shiratori Mariko who was suddenly wrapped in layers:?Um?

"Then why don't I go back?" Shiratori Mariko said hesitantly, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

It seemed that because of this incident, everyone in the Armed Detective Agency became nervous. She said shyly, "After all, I'm not in Yokohama, so it's safest, right? Just go back."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Osamu Dazai, who was standing on the other side, looked over, "Doesn't Shiratori want to participate in the summer festival?"

He blinked at Shiratori Mariko, "It's not necessary to just go back like this—well, let's go play together? As long as everyone is here, it will be fine."

"Don't worry." Seeing that Mariko Shiratori was still hesitating, Osamu Dazai added with a smile, "There won't be any big moves."

His tone is very firm.

Hearing Dazai Osamu's words, Shiratori Mariko nodded slightly.

"That's your trouble," she said. "Thank you."

Izumi Kyoka stood beside Shiratori Mariko and grabbed her hand.

"I'll protect you," she said.

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded seriously at her.

Gathering the snacks in his arms, Edogawa walked wildly while holding his hat, and looked at Mariko Shiratori.

He seemed to find this very interesting, squinting his eyes and said, "Yeah, Lord Ranbu can protect you for the sake of dessert!"

Kunikida Doppo also nodded to Shiratori Mariko.

"Although I don't want to agree with this guy's words, he is right," he said reassuringly, "Please don't worry too much, Miss Shiratori, nothing will happen."

Shiratori Mariko laughed.

Before she could speak, Osamu Dazai glanced at the time.

He clapped his hands, "Okay, everyone, let's talk about greetings next time—shall we go now?"

It wasn't until the event site of the summer festival that Shiratori Mariko realized that the number of people in the summer festival in Yokohama was actually comparable to that in Tokyo.

She used to help in similar shops when she was working in the past, and now she came to the scene as a tourist for the first time, and she always felt a little awkward.

It's like suddenly withdrawing from the hard life, surprised by the bustle and bustle of the world in front of you, there is a feeling of dislocation in time and space.

It was as if the foggy eyes were suddenly polished, and the truth behind a layer of veil was suddenly revealed, and the usual scenery became vivid and vivid.

All kinds of small shops have put on brand-new dresses, and people are also wearing brand-new bathrobes, walking shoulder to shoulder on the street.

Neon lights flickered on the side of the road, and even the wind chimes hanging at the door of the shop fluttered gently, with a clear and pleasant sound.

The various forms of the world are slowly unfolding before her eyes like a scroll.

"Where are we going now?" Shiratori Mariko looked at the members of the armed detective agency beside him, "Do you have any places to visit?"

She doesn't have any particular preference, "Or do you mean to go shopping one by one?"

"How about going to the temple fair?" Nakajima Atsushi said hesitantly, "I remember the brochure said that there will be a large-scale performance there, and you can catch goldfish and the like."

No one else objected, so the group walked towards the temple fair.

Shiratori Mariko also bought a few small windmills on the way, and after distributing them to the people around her, she and Izumi Kyoka took one by themselves and slowly started playing with them.

Those who received this gift included Kunikida Doppo, Miyazawa Kenji, Yoshiya Akiko, Nakajima Atsushi, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Tanizaki brothers and sisters, and another female office worker who was not very familiar with Shiratori Mariko. I don't know where I went.

Except for Kai Kuni Doppo Kida and Fukuzawa Yukichi, who are usually quite calm masters and apprentices, everyone else accepted the gift with a smile, and looked very excited.

"Mr. Dazai doesn't know where he went again." Nakajima Atsushi looked around, "It's really distressing."

After thinking about it, Mariko Shiratori simply pushed the windmill to Atsushi Nakajima.

"Hold it for him first," she said, "Dazai-kun will be back soon, right?"

Although Shiratori Mariko didn't know what Dazai Osamu liked besides canned crab meat, but she subconsciously felt that Dazai Osamu would not refuse this gift.

Atsushi Nakajima nodded subconsciously.

"Yes," he said.

So Shiratori Mariko walked slowly towards the temple fair with other members of the Armed Detective Agency.

The small windmills with slender poles are painted, facing the bright or dark lights, and they move when the wind blows.

When the hand-held windmill is slowly turning in a circle, those troubles seem to have left with the joyfully rotating small windmill.

The few people didn't walk very fast, taking care of Mariko Shiratori's physical strength, and taking into account the mentality of members such as Edogawa Ranpo who wanted to buy some snacks and small things, they walked and ate along the way, very happy.

By the time the members of the Armed Detective Agency arrived at their destination, the temple fair was already packed with people.

"This is" Shiratori Mariko asked hesitantly, "what special event?"

There was a lot of people around, and there was even loud music on the stage set up on one side. I don't know if some girl group was invited, which made the whole scene noisy.

Mariko Shiratori could only vaguely hear the cheerful singing and dancing coming from there, as well as the sound of tourists cheering after stopping.

"Follow me, sing, I love you——" the double-tailed idol on the stage jumped up and handed out the microphone to the stage near the bottom, "Who am I? Shout out my name!"

The surrounding crowd suddenly became agitated, and the fans with red support tapes tied on their foreheads rushed forward like crazy, pushing the surrounding crowd to flow around.

"Qianjia! Ahhh, Qianjia, I love you!!!"

This unexpected surge of people made Shiratori Mariko and everyone around her unexpected.

The number of fans rushing forward is increasing, yelling confession words incoherently, the hands that Shiratori Mariko and Izumi Kyoka were holding were squeezed apart.

Shiratori Mariko could only watch helplessly as she was pushed to the other side by the crowd, and Izumi Kyoka rushed towards her with all her strength, but obviously because she couldn't use force, the effect was not great.

She yelled, "I'll send you the location later," and was dazed by the other people around her, not knowing where she was going.

There seemed to be a familiar feeling around her, Shiratori Mariko tried her best to turn her head to look, but she didn't see anything.

She was like an office worker who was catching the subway at nine o'clock on a Monday. She was completely pushed by the moving crowd and walked in another direction, struggling quite hard.

When she squeezed out from the crowd, Mariko Shiratori had already separated from the others.

There were too many people, and it was almost difficult for her to tell where the people around her were swept by the crowd. Looking back now, the familiar feeling just now disappeared without a trace.

Shiratori Mariko was squeezed around, almost crushed into a patty.

With difficulty, she walked against the flow of people to a quieter place, found a tree at random, and sat down.

Taking out her mobile phone from her pocket, Shiratori Mariko sent a message to others, turned on shared location again, and just rested against the big tree.

She seemed to be dragged by the crowd to a section of the road by the river just now. It was quite quiet here, and there seemed to be no one else except some couples walking hand in hand.

There were a few carts selling small snacks parked scattered on the street. Occasionally, a few or two pedestrians came up to ask the price, and finally walked away satisfied with a box of octopus balls.

The riverside was even more silent, and there were river lanterns that no one knew who let them down in the water. One by one, they were floating on the winding and clear river, and the tongues of fire were jumping slightly, like stars in the sky falling into the river.

Shiratori Mariko sighed, raised her head again, and looked at the street in the distance.

She is really not very familiar with the location here, but she should be able to touch it back, I hope I don't meet people from Hong Kong and Heihe——

As if God responded to her, Mariko Shiratori saw Chuya Nakahara walking towards her at a glance, as if to say hello to herself.

He was wearing a dark black bathrobe with red patterns on his head, the hat was still on his head, his orange-red hair was scattered on his shoulders, and he was wearing wooden clogs. Put on a smile.

Shiratori Mariko didn't have any intention of admiring his outfit today.

She was so frightened that she stood up straight away and stumbled towards the crowded place.

Central Plains Chuya:?

He subconsciously chased after him, "Why are you running!"

Shiratori Mariko heard his voice, and found that he was chasing up directly like this, and became even more panicked.

She dodged the crowd around her, and ran in another direction with all her strength, "Don't come here——"

Help, why are you so unlucky today!