My undercover organization eats jujube pills

The Port Mafia still cares about its employees in some ways.After all, the port mafia is a high-risk job that may lose your life at any time. If the company doesn't provide some benefits, is it a human being?It has long forced employees to resign and change jobs.

Although there is no staff dormitory for me to live in, but if Osamu Dazai does not have me, it is said that he will give me a rent subsidy.

"If it really doesn't work, I will pay you the principal, and Yayoi can just find a casino to win some money back. We can get four or six points."

"Who is four and who is six?"

"Of course I am six and you are four."

"...Your words are really shameless."

The above is the daily bickering between me and Osamu Dazai, but this idea is also completely achievable...at least I do have a little bit of excitement.

You must know that money can make anyone submit, and if the other party does not submit-it must be because there is not enough money.

Although I can receive the wages from the four posts of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Ability Secret Service Division, the Winery, Scepter4, and the Port Mafia at the same time, the only one who can see the light is actually the salary of the Port Mafia. It cannot be used openly.

And as a freshman who just entered the port mafia, my salary is not high.

Even with the rental subsidy, renting a decent house in Yokohama is not so easy for me. After all, I can't stay at Odasaku's house forever.

Know that playing hard to get is sometimes necessary.

I just got off work after finishing the invisible deal with Osamu Dazai, and I'm waiting to go back with Oda Saku.

If there are no accidents, this is probably the last night I can justifiably stay in Oda Writer's house... From then on, I will lose the good life of living with my ideal marriage partner.

When I met Oda Tsukuru, he happened to use the tiny flame from the lighter to light the cigarette he was biting between his teeth.

This is the moment of magic, the twilight dyed with thick blood is sinking, breaking the blurred shadows into mottled old paintings.The wind carrying the salty smell of seawater whipped up the hem of the young man's windbreaker, his brows and eyes were blurred in the lingering smoke, and the hot little flame flickered on and off.

"Odasaku!" I happily called his name.

Oda Saku never corrected me on how he called him, nor did he care if it was disrespectful for me not to use honorifics and honorifics—although he may have been too lazy to bother with such things because of Dazai Osamu.

"Ah, Yayoi." Odasaku looked up and saw me, the cigarette held by his fingertips fell to the ground, Odasaku's toes in leather shoes crushed the cigarette, and the flame quickly went out.

As soon as he saw me, he immediately put out his cigarette. Odasaku really deserves to be my ideal marriage partner. He is really considerate!He will definitely be a good husband in the future, and of course he will also be a good father.

Although I was very moved, I couldn't help but think of Academy City - if Oda Tsukuru was throwing cigarette butts like this in the urban area, the cleaning robot would probably surround him angrily, with mechanized voice and stupid head Surround him with the flashing red alarm light.

Then, within a few minutes, a disciplinary committee member would come to give him a profound ideological education and ask him to memorize teaching books on garbage sorting.

Once I think of Academy City, I immediately think of Accelerator who suddenly appeared in this world.

How did he appear in this world, how was he treated as a "cargo", what happened to his body... I don't know all these questions, and the answer can only be obtained by asking Accelerator himself.

And the most urgent thing is that I have to find a house to hide him first, and wait for the grumpy white-haired Sleeping Beauty to wake up from her deep sleep.

Ah, far away.

"Did the first mission go well?" I walked on the stone-paved ground with Odasaku, "Is there any problem?"

"Hmm... It's pretty smooth. After all, Mr. Chuya is very strong. If you go with him, you won't have any problems." I was expressionless, "There are unexpected situations... really It was a total shock."

"Huh?" Odasaku looked at me, "Can you solve it by yourself? If you need help..."

I was very moved: "I'm fine, don't worry! If I really can't solve it, can I come to Oda for help?"

"Of course." Odasaku was very calm, and after a pause, he asked me, "Your injury hasn't healed yet, why did you leave the mission so soon?"

I choked up, and couldn't help but shed sad tears: "It's a long story... I don't want to."

"It's all Mr. Dazai's fault!"

"I just don't like to bury my head in writing reports, but Mr. Dazai sent me to do tasks with Mr. Nakaya... The target of the task is still an old pervert! Mr. Dazai has the heart to let a young girl like me do sex/seduction ,unacceptable!"

Odasaku frowned after hearing my accusation, "Old pervert? He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"It's okay. If you want to attack, you must attack Mr. Chuya first. He didn't touch me at all."

"Well, that's good." Oda Saku nodded, "Girls should still pay attention to safety when they are alone outside, and be careful of some people who are plotting to do something wrong. The person who will take you home for the first time is definitely a suspicious person."

"..." I was a little speechless, and I finally understood why Ango Sakaguchi said that Odasaku would not complain at all. The point of this sentence is obviously that the old man Igarashi wanted to do something very social to the boy, Mr. Chuya thing!

and……

"Odasaku, according to what you said, you are also a suspicious person." I said, "You wanted to take me home the first time we met."

Odasaku looked surprised, it seemed that he had completely forgotten that there was such a thing, "Is there such a thing?" He fell into deep thought, "Well...then I have to modify the wording."

"...No, that's not the point."

"Ok?"

"nothing!"

In some respects, Oda Saku is really slow and simple, but he is also quite serious, mature and responsible. He is much purer than Dazai Osamu, whose heart is overflowing with black mud at the age of 16. Being able to complain has also become a rather cute advantage.

This incident tells us that it all depends on our peers.

Although Odasaku is not that rich, and he still carries five oil bottles, his future ideal is a career without money like a writer, but compared with the black mud monster Dazai Osamu, it is simply the best people!

It doesn’t matter if I don’t have money, I can earn money, as long as I want, I can be a human money printing machine; it doesn’t matter if I have five oil bottles, I still like children, if it doesn’t work, I can use force to suppress them to make them more sensible .

So these two problems are not a problem at all for me, there are many ways to solve them.

Among the three people, Ango Sakaguchi, Osamu Dazai, and Saku Oda, my intuition and observation tell me that only Saku Oda is the only honest person.

Although he was not isolated by the other two dishonest people.

***

"good evening."

The uncle in a white apron waved a semicircular rice spoon and greeted Odasaku.

——"Let's celebrate the success of Yayoi's first mission."

Odasaku said so, and then decided to invite me to taste his favorite curry rice, and praised the curry of this store.

I thought it was an invincible and delicious curry shop somewhere, but it turned out that it was downstairs on the second floor where Sakule and his five children lived.

It seems that he has known the uncle the owner for a long time, and he can be regarded as a regular customer.

"good evening."

Odasaku responded to the greeting from the shopkeeper. He took off his windbreaker, folded it neatly and put it on the stool next door. Under the clothes was the gun he had been carrying.As a mafia, if you don't have a gun, you will be caught in the melee and die at some point.

Of course, Oda Saku, who has the ability to predict such supernatural powers similar to cheats and bugs, will not die.

"Still the same, do you want extra spicy curry?" the uncle asked Odasaku with a smile.

"Ah, yes." Oda Saku agreed to the boss first, and then turned his head to look at me, "For Yayoi... the usual kind is fine? For children, maybe they can't eat too spicy."

"I'm not a child anymore, and I'm about to reach the legal age of marriage." I corrected him, "Since Odasaku thinks the best spicy curry is the best, I'll eat the same."

Odasaku confirmed to me one last time, "Is it okay? Because it is indeed very spicy..."

"I'm sure, I'm really sure, it's just too spicy, I can do it." I will never take back the cruel words I uttered!

Although 10 minutes later, I will cry because of the cruel words released at this time, and I can't wait to take the time machine back and slap myself two big mouths.

"Pfft." The uncle at the curry shop was amused by my words, and then he squinted his eyes and smiled at me, "Is this little girl your newly adopted child?"

"No."

"No."

Odasaku and I answered in unison at the same time, and I rushed ahead of Odasaku to add what was left to say, "I am not the child that Odasaku wants to adopt, although I will definitely enter his household registration book in the future, but Absolutely not in the form of father and daughter!"

"?" The boss uncle looked at me with question marks all over his face.

I confidently announced loudly: "I am going to be Odasaku's wife!"

I saw a row of ellipses slowly appearing on the face of the boss uncle, and then he looked at Odasaku with an indescribable gaze: "Oda-kun, it turns out that you have been refusing to get married because you like this type... "

The boss uncle seemed to be racking his brains to find a reasonable excuse for Oda Tsukuru: "This type is not bad. If the age difference is not too big, being with your five children is like the elder sister..."

——Hey, uncle, don't you think it's getting darker and darker?This kind of statement seems like Oda Saku is a sinful lover/child/addiction/lol/li/control!

The author has something to say: By the way, put a key to the cheese—wine umbrella seven-five-umbrella pomegranate second en primeur.

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Bazooka]: 1 favorite waltz;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: 1 favorite waltz;

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: 1 piece of Muxia from Songzi;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

1 bottle of Yuegu Glass;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!