Is Ms. Oda married today? [Comprehensive]

Should it be said that the store manager is worthy of being someone who opened a store under the protection of the port mafia?

Oda Kazue explained to the store manager that after drinking in the borrowed shop, even though the store manager recognized Dazai and Mori Ogai and others, he still agreed without changing his expression.

But thinking about it, the store manager has the guts to seek the protection of the Mafia, and how panicked he can be when he sees the leaders and cadres of the Port Mafia.

Moreover, the booking fee they gave is very generous, and they plan to have dinner directly in the store, and part of the wine also comes from the store, so this is a good business for the store manager.

With a lot of money in his purse, the round face of the store manager is much more radiant than usual, which is in stark contrast to Aizawa who has no good complexion in the first place.

After Oda Kazue explained everyone's intentions to Aizawa, Aizawa knew that a silent war had begun.

Although he knew that Oda was not the mistress of the gangsters, nor the president of the detective agency or the detective's lover, but he could see that these people were more or less interested in Oda, after all, they fell on him. The needle-like gaze hasn't stopped since entering the room.

Just like when he carried the three-flowered cat and followed Oda upstairs to find those children, his back was almost poked out.

"Are they all people you know?" He asked tactfully as he followed Oda upstairs.

Oda answered at the front: "Mr. Fukuzawa and Ranpo invited me to the detective agency, and I transferred the recommendation letter from Ranpo to Mr. Andre, so he is now also a member of the detective agency."

This is not just acquaintance, the detective agency is poaching the corner of the port mafia.

Aizawa said dryly: "...You seem to have a good relationship with the detective agency."

"As long as the leader doesn't order me to do things that threaten them... I have a good relationship with them."

In other words, although she is a subordinate member, she still cannot violate the leader's order.

Aizawa thought of the middle-aged man in the black coat, who laughed harmlessly to humans and animals, but who showed murderous intent but showed no mercy.

"Are you familiar with Mori Ogai?" He asked again.

"Well, I joined the Port Mafia at the invitation of Dr. Mori... It should be called the Port Talent Export Center now, and as for Chuya, I met him before joining the Port Mafia, and so did Dazai."

Realizing that Aizawa was very confused because of their coming, she simply told him everything.

"I also met Akiko through Dr. Mori, and Ango... is the one with glasses. He is an intelligence officer working for the government."

Finally, she added.

"Although I know them, I'm just an ordinary junior member of the port mafia."

Aizawa: "..."

His girlfriend knew people from the detective agency, the port mafia, and the government, and they had a good relationship with her, but she was just an ordinary low-level member of the port mafia.

Believe it or not, he did.

Going up the stairs, Oda Kazue took out a carton of milk from the pocket of the windbreaker, tore open the plastic packaging bag outside the straw under his puzzled eyes, and poked open the tinfoil with the straw.

"Doctor Mori and the others are good at drinking. Although Chuya is good at drinking, he tastes bad when drunk, and you are the type who can drink well, but you can't drink well and you don't taste good at drinking, so..."

Oda took Xiaomi out of his arms, and stuffed the milk into his hands.

"That's all I can do."

Aizawa held the milk carton and looked at her expressionlessly.

Shouldn't it be time to tell Mori Ogai that they forbid him to drink alcohol?

But he didn't disappoint Oda, looked down at the milk carton, and asked a question inexplicably.

"...you bring milk with you?"

"No, I bought it for Xiaomi on the way, but you need it more than you need it now."

Aizawa: "...Thank you, you are so sweet."

After finishing speaking, Aizawa, who already knew how much he could drink, hesitated for a while, and obediently bit the straw.

He drank the milk with a complicated expression, he didn't know whether to say that his girlfriend was caring, or complain that he knew it well and pushed him into the fire pit.

No, he has already said against his will that his girlfriend is caring.

Following her and stopping in front of the children's bedrooms, he asked abruptly.

"You know most cats are lactose intolerant, right?"

After he finished speaking, he found that he had been looking for something to say since just now.

"Well, don't worry, Xiaomi doesn't have it. Saki Le has fed it milk many times, but it has never had diarrhea."

Aizawa drank the milk, stared at the three-flowered cat with its mouth wide open in her arms and yawned, and then took the time to lick its paws and wash its face.

He feels a little nauseous now.

Ruling out the possibility of pregnancy, late-knowing motion sickness, and expired milk, he figured it was his reaction to the booze scene that was about to ensue.

Well, he also knew why he had nothing to say.

He is nervous.

Oda took Aizawa into the children's house.

She stuffed Xiao Mi to Xiao Mi, and after pressing Aizawa in front of Xiao Mi and Xiao Mi, she asked them to re-lay the bedding, and at the same time she carried two quilts to the study.

Aizawa stared at the Sanhuamao while drinking milk, and felt that Oda Kazue probably meant——

Life is short, let's have a good time sucking cats before you die.

When Aizawa stared at Xiao Mi and sucked hard, Akutagawa followed her to the study with a little anxiety, he was provoked by the murderous look downstairs several times and wanted to close the door and release the black beast.

"Aren't you going back today?"

Realizing that she was going to stay here for the night, Akutagawa followed her and asked.

Oda, who was spreading the quilt, raised his head: "Well, we will have a drinking party in a while. Although I have no problem, it probably won't work."

Aizawa who stared at Xiao Mi next door: The word no, it really hurts.

As soon as she came back with the group of people downstairs, she went to the back kitchen to say hello to the store manager, saying that she was going to stay here for one night.

The store manager didn't ask any more questions, and readily agreed.

Presumably he also expected that the group of them would be very drunk.

"Miss Oda, here's the pillow for you."

Atsushi Nakajima came in with two pillows in his arms. He smiled softly, "Are there any guests downstairs? It sounds very lively."

"Well, my ex-boss and friends are going to see me off, and they're all here." Taking the pillow from Atsushi Nakajima, Oda said again, "After Xiaota and I went down, we probably just drank directly, but you guys Still have to eat well."

Akutagawa's black eyes moved slightly.

Friends and bosses...?

He knew that Oda was a former member of the Port Mafia, so it was self-evident who the guy below was, and it made sense for him to be so murderous.

Since he didn't come to find fault, he could only control some black beasts.

"Drinking at this time..."

Atsushi didn't know Akutagawa's good intentions at all, he just smiled wryly at Oda's words.

Oda put the pillow away.

"It's really early... just treat us as office workers who get off work early, so after you finish your meal later, Kosuke and the others still want to ask you two, don't worry about us when it's time to sleep, just go to sleep."

Akutagawa nodded solemnly: "Okay, I understand."

Akutagawa is already very familiar with the errands of playing with children, and it is good to leave it to Hei Beast. He is responsible for sitting aside and reading books to supervise Hei Beast.

After explaining about the children, Oda went to the next door, dragged Aizawa who was inseparable from Xiaomi after drinking the milk, and went downstairs.

Of course Xiaomi was still taken down by Aizawa.

As soon as the two of them went downstairs, they found that the layout of the restaurant had changed.

With Chuya Zhongya, who had no cadre majesty, running back and forth, several tables in the restaurant were put together to form a whole long table.

The port mafia party brought beer and wine and the vodka ordered with Akiko Yosano was already on the table. The wine was placed in the center of the table, and the two parties sat facing each other, staring at each other with murderous aura.

Oda felt that before they drank Aizawa together in this atmosphere, they might kill each other first and then kill Aizawa.

She walked towards the long table.

The Port Mafia has a double cadre surrounding the leader, as does the Armed Detective Agency.

Fukuzawa Yukichi sat in the middle, flanked by Yosano Akiko and Andre Gide, and Ranbo, who was still in kindergarten, was still sitting in front of the bar, drinking the strawberry milkshake prepared by the store manager with great interest to watch the fun.

A lonely government worker, Ango Sakaguchi, sat at one end of the long table with a complicated expression, as if the main character celebrating his birthday had been isolated.

It's just that he thinks that what will be served later may not be a birthday cake to celebrate his one-year-old age, but a lemon bomb specially made by Kajii Keijiro, a member of the port mafia, that will kill him on the spot.

Ango Sakaguchi clutched his aching stomach, took out a piece of stomach medicine from his suit jacket and swallowed it, then looked around and sighed.

"Is there any way to prevent me from being so obtrusive?"

Osamu Dazai was playing with the transparent glass with a smile, his expression was extremely innocent.

"It won't be obtrusive in a while."

While they were talking, Oda Kazue came back with Aizawa.

"Are you all ready?"

She looked around the table.

Although Kazue Oda knew that the port mafia was an evil force in Yokohama, she looked over and felt that the port mafia had already lost in terms of height.

Let's just talk about Yosano Akiko and Nakahara Nakaya, who are at the bottom of both sides. The gentle lady doctor is six centimeters taller than the hat cadre.

Not to mention the other two members of the detective agency.

Oda Kazue compared her height with Aizawa's.

Since they were allocated seats based on height, she would go to the Port Mafia side, which is generally not as tall as the detective agency.

She wanted to sit down beside Osamu Dazai, but the black-haired young man stopped her with a smile.

"Ichie, go and sit there." Dazai pointed to the protagonist seat of the birthday party where Ango was sitting.

Oda followed his hand and looked over.

"Yes, yes, but do you want me to sit on Ango's lap?"

Ango: "...Huh?"

Sit on your lap?Is it so exciting?

No, can he get rid of the awkward position so quickly?

"Of course not, Ango, you go there." Dazai smiled and pointed to Yosano Akiko's side.

Ango stood up.

Although he knew early on that she was not going to sit on his lap, Ango was still a little disappointed.

Akiko: "Why don't you let Yizhi come to me..."

She saw the last empty seat next to Osamu Dazai and understood.

"Please sit down, Mr. Sakaguchi." She said enthusiastically to Ango Sakaguchi.

"Mr. Aizawa, come here." Dazai pointed to the last empty seat beside him, with an extremely gentle smile on his face.

Aizawa: "..."

Even though he knew it was a pit, he still jumped into it without changing his face, and sat beside Dazai.

Nakahara, who was farthest from Oda Ichie, also frowned with his arms around his arms: "Since they're all here, which one should I start with?"

He was asked to choose red wine, but the leader asked him to bring two cases of beer.

Yosano Akiko held up vodka: "Needless to say, of course it's завстречу!"

Aizawa knew what this sentence meant when it was translated. He had called it at midnight before, and it was [Cheers to our party].

But he didn't want to toast the party at all.

Oda Kazue thought about it, took a bottle of vodka from the table, looked at the readings, and said, "Yes, Додна?"

An Wu could also understand what the two women were saying, but he could not drink normally, so he adjusted his glasses and muttered.

"Yizhi, don't join in the fun. It's not a matter of deep feelings and a sip of vodka. This bottle of vodka will die after a sip."

After speaking, he chose beer.

"To save my life."

An Wu took a can of beer and put it in front of him, and said solemnly and seriously.

Aizawa was about to touch the beer in silence, when the young man next to him suddenly took out a dice from his pocket and threw it on the table, smiling harmlessly and heartily.

But the strong conspiracy smell emanating from him, even if he buried him three feet into the ground, Aizawa dares to assure you, he can still smell it clearly.

"It's so boring to choose by yourself." Dazai put the crystal clear glass aside and shouted enthusiastically, "Boss, bring me an opaque glass."

Zhong Zhong, who knew his attributes even more demonic than demons, said angrily, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course it's a game." Osamu Dazai said lightly, and took a wakasa-colored teacup from the boss with a smile on his face and put it upside down on the table.

Aizawa with a sense of crisis: "It's too much trouble, a waste of time."

"You're so boring, you don't even play games, won't you be bored?" Dazai asked softly the woman who was sitting in the most conspicuous position, as if coquettish.

Oda was staring at the three-flowered cat lying on Aizawa's lap with its belly turned upside down, when she heard Dazai's words, she raised her head for a moment of thought, then nodded again.

"Fortunately, after all, I'm not a very emotional person." He added, "I quite like Xiaota's character."

Aizawa knew she was telling the truth, but somehow he was healed by his girlfriend.

You must know that Midnight has said more than once that even if Aizawa is in love, his uninteresting, flirtatious and straightforward character will probably bore his girlfriend to death.

Now hearing Oda say that he likes his character, to be honest, his current mood should be classified as moved.

Aizawa ticked her fingers under the table, and saw her look over in surprise, his expressionless face reflected in his brown pupils.

Now that they are all here, I can't help but give her friends face.

He turned his head and looked at the young man beside him, "...give it to me, I will participate for one branch."

"Well, if Kazue launches such a gentle attack on me, I will agree, after all, no one can refuse such a Kazue." Dazai, who successfully let Aizawa participate in the game, smiled as if he didn't see his subordinates' actions Ask others, "What about you?"

"I have no opinion."

Mori Ogai crossed his arms, stood his elbows on the table, and agreed with a smile.

"Me too."

No matter what kind of wine you can drink, there is no problem.

The detective agency trio also nodded.

The weak Ango wanted to refuse but he had no allies, so he rubbed his temples and sighed.

"can."

Of course Oda Kazue had no objection either.

After everyone agreed, Dazai, who was in charge of the game, moved the cup, and the laughing humans and animals harmlessly pushed the upside-down cup to Aizawa.

"Then let's start with Mr. Aizawa." Osamu Dazai pushed the cup to Aizawa, seeing him hold the bottom of the cup helplessly, Dazai said with a smile, "1 and 2 are beer, 3 and 4 are wine, 5 , 6 is vodka, come on."

Aizawa shook it casually, and shook the dice perfunctorily, thinking that there is a 30.00% probability of three to get vodka, he can't recite it to such a degree.

However, he moved the cup away and saw the bright red '6' on the other side of the dice. In Dazai Osamu's energetic voice of 'Oh, it's vodka', he silently took a bottle of vodka from the table and put it in front of him.

His face was a little darker than before, and now he was extremely upset.

The reason for the upset wasn't that he rolled a '6'.

It was Osamu Dazai's non-stop high-decibel voice at this moment, and the act of forcing him to play a game he didn't want to remind him of a person.

He stared at the black-haired young man who opened '1' with a smile on his face, and thought to himself.

Osamu Dazai, why is he so similar to Yamada Hisaru?

The author has something to say: ①

Aizawa: Tsk, he's as loud and annoying as Mike.

Mike, who was far away in Shizuoka, shivered: Why do you feel a chill in your back? ? ?

②

Dazai: While the plan was approved, he ate a mouthful of dog food with mixed feelings.

③

Oda: You ask me why I didn't stop Dazai from persecuting Shota?Although Shota has a weak capacity for alcohol, he can still drink well, so I'm not worried, and it's fun to play games with Dazai (smile)

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How about Sansan, how does vodka feel?

Sansan: Not exciting enough, give me the water of life!

Oda: He is already drunk and has started to drift off. Give me the rest of the wine, and don't let him waste it.

The water of life that Aizawa mentioned here refers to the 96-degree water of life in Poland hhh

Take a sip, it's really deadly

About height:

【Detective agency】

President: 185

Gide: 186

Crystal: 166

【Hong Kong Black】

Dr. Sen: 175

Dazai: 181

Zhongye: 160

The detective agency perfectly crushes hhh

And the above two Russian sentences are from my Baidu, if there are mistakes... then there are _(:з」∠)_

завстречу is [Cheers to our party! ]

Додна is similar to [Dried!One mouthful! ]