[Comprehensive] It's Akutagawa Ryunosuke, not a lop-eared rabbit

The case was successfully solved and the banquet continued.

As time went by, many people also left.

You know, the extra time spent at the banquet will be made up with your own hair later.

The work that should be done is unavoidable no matter how much you avoid it.

In other words, the hair that should fall out still dies (the fourth tone).

It is now close to twelve o'clock, and most of those who are still staying at Akashi's house are Kidd's fans and some people who want to watch a movie/fish in troubled waters.

"Gang, when do you think the two of them will say the next sentence?" Miura Haru stuffed the last bite of cake on the plate into his mouth, and while stacking the plate on his hand with other plates beside him, he glanced over the The siblings were silent for several hours.

Two silent people who are neither good at communication nor good at expressing themselves get together, which is mostly the case now.

Although the inside story is different, it looks the same.

Want to tell, but don't know where to start.

He wanted to ask, but he was afraid of poking the other person's heart.

In fact, there is nothing to say.

For them, it is enough for each other to be alive.

"Half an hour later." Tsunayoshi Sawada, who usually acts as a mobile polygraph and a predictive machine for Mo De's feelings, unconsciously poked the two or three bites of small cakes on his plate with a fork, but his eyes stayed beside Haru Miura On the two stacks of empty plates.

By the way, is this food intake really that of a normal girl?Although it is said that girls have a stomach that is specially used to hold desserts, it is not so exaggerated, right?

Also, Xiaochun, why don’t you just take a bite if you agree?This is a taste of [-] million mouths, right?

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who hadn't even finished eating a piece of cake, began to wonder who the girl was.

Although he was not in the mood to eat because he had too many things in his mind.

"Most of these desserts are for ladies, and the amount of each serving is not too large." Haru Miura said decisively to Uesawada Tsunayoshi's eyes.

Gangji: Well, well, you are right.

"But anyway, Coulom won't go back with us today."

With a good attitude of not wasting food, Tsunayoshi Sawada said casually while removing the cake that had been poked into a paste by himself.

"That would be such a pity." Miura Haru held his chin in regret, "I originally wanted to sleep with Kurom Kyoko tonight, if I had known last night... oh..."

The pity is obvious on the face.

You, what do you want to do?

Sawada Tsunayoshi is already numb.

Isn't it just that the little sisters who thought they could still have a little bit of morality have already fallen all over the ground, so they are not afraid.

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"It's really interesting to talk to Ms. Karna." Said that she is the daughter of the chairman of the Yokohama Entertainment Company, but in fact is the daughter of the head of the port mafia, blinking her emerald green eyes, smiling at the newly-acquainted Pretty beauties toast.

"I'm also glad to meet a girl like you." The hot beauty with blond hair and brown eyes also raised her glass and drank it down.

"Although I really want to enjoy Kaitou Kidd's performance, it's time for me to go home." The girl wrinkled her nose in distress, "Papa will be very worried."

"Girls stay outside at night, of course parents will be worried."

Karna Legacy, a foreign singer who came to Japan to develop, softly comforted some reluctant girls.

"However, should Ms. Karna consider signing with our company? Our company treats artists very preferentially."

Zao Luo smiled and began to poach the wall.

Karna shook his head with an impeccable smile, and Zauro even heard a chuckle.

"It's a pity, I have already signed a lifetime contract with my current club."

She filled the bottle for herself and drank it down.

"It doesn't matter which company is the same to me."

"That would be a pity." Zao Luo was not surprised, "I hope to see you again by fate."

She picked up her small bag and planned to leave.

She still cares more about the old father in the family who knows she won't get involved, but still babbles for a long time to let her come back earlier than going to the theater/eating melons.

If you don't go back, you will be humiliated by old father Mori Ogai and old mother Alice for several days in a row.

"Today's absinthe tastes good."

When he walked to Karna's side, he bent slightly and whispered something in her ear.

Karna took the wine glass and continued to drink alone.

Low-alcohol champagne, there are still tasks ahead, so don't get drunk.

Indeed, today's absinthe tastes good.

———— Dig the dividing line of the corner of the winery ———

After finding the special car to pick him up, Zao Luo didn't sit in the co-pilot's seat, but instead opened the rear door.

A beauty with long orange hair held a note in her hand, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

"Taizijiang, please wait for me."

With a little blush on her face, Moura got into the back seat with a smile, and sat side by side with Yasuko Hasegawa, the female version of Nakahara Nakaya.

"Has someone written you a love letter?"

I don't know if it's because of being confident, or because Jiu is strong and cowardly, Zao Luo, who was a little dizzy on the top of Jiu Jin, rubbed against Zhong Ye's chest.

so soft~

Zao Luo squinted his eyes happily, feeling that he was about to float up now.

"Matsushita-san, we can go back."

"Hai!" Matsushita, who became the queen driver of Miss Mafia at the port, began to drive very dedicatedly.

As for the matter that his immediate boss suspected that Lily wanted to unspokenly rule the popular goddess of the country, as a mafia that cherishes his own life, he said that he heard nothing.He's a self-driving machine with no emotions.

"It's not a love letter. It's just that a man gave me his phone number for no reason just now, and he talked like crazy."

Nakahara also reached out to move Zao Luo's head away from his chest.

"Maybe it's a special occupation."

When the drunk Zao Luo bald, he exposed his violent heart.

"Tsk, how much wine did you drink?"

"A bottle of Belmode (absinthe)." Zaura stretched out his fingers to make a three-point gesture, and continued to rub against Nakaya's arms.

"You dare to drink that kind of high-concentration wine..." Zhong also took out a pack of anti-alcohol medicine from an unknown corner of his body, and fed Zaoluo a pill with the mineral water in the car.

The blushing girl narrowed her eyes lazily, holding her slender waist with her hands together and not letting go.

Seeing her drunk like this, Chuya also let her go.

"By the way, have you heard of Yato?" Nakaya asked casually as he folded the note and put it in his bag (he was wearing a skirt with no pockets).

The girl next to her paused, her opened eyes suddenly became clear, and then closed again.

"I've never heard of it in my life." She said lazily, without even moving a muscle, "There are 800 million gods in Japan, you may be able to find them online. It shouldn't be a famous god. Yasuko is Where did you hear that?"

"It's the man who gave me his phone number inexplicably before, claiming to be some kind of Night God."

I don't know why I am a little irritable.

He didn't have any impression of that man at all, but he just had a feeling of deja vu.

"So, ah."

The author has something to say:

In fact, Zao Luo only drank three glasses of low-alcohol champagne.

But she was really drunk.

Drunk doesn't mean not sober.

Zao Luo: Digging the corner of the winery.jpg

If the dialogue between Sister Bei and Zao Luo is a bit profound.

Chuya: I don't know that psychopath.

Yato: Even if you have a sex change and cut off your leg, I still know you!Huang Ba, who is higher than Huang, vomits!