Chapter 192 This is what a man should do
In a blink of an eye, it was time to get off work.
At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the izakaya is the peak dining time. The inner hall was full of diners, with low wooden railings dividing the dining area. Six patrol policemen sat around the long table, heads together to order food; Director Moriki sat at the front seat, asking Watanabe Shun and Kazama Takusai to sit down... As for Fushimi Shika and Minamoto Tamako, they sat side by side on the sofa. On the inside of the wooden fence, people were talking to each other in low voices.
By the time the New Year's party started, everyone had already arrived and sat down, and Minamoto Tamako was still talking to Fushimi Lu about the 'egg sauce'.
She was very angry, not only because Fushimi Shika was perfunctory and refused to even call her Tamago-chan, but also because 'Egg-chan' was her nickname in elementary school.
When she was in elementary school, the bad boys in her class often said: "Obama means egg, so you are a stupid egg," which left her with very bad memories when she was a child.
Giving other people random nicknames is really abominable!
Must apologize! Fushimi-kun must apologize to her! At least she has to seriously say 'I'm sorry, I won't call you Egg-chan again' before she can forgive Fushimi-kun!
"I think Egg Sauce is quite cute. What a good name. Why can't you call it?" Fushimi Lu danced repeatedly in her minefield.
"No, it just can't!" Yuan Yuzi's cheeks bulged.
"Then you have to give me a reason, right?" Fushimi Lu lowered his head and flipped through the menu.
“Think about it, when it comes to eggs, everyone will think of bad words like ‘stupid egg’, ‘egg creature’, and ‘fragile’, so ‘egg sauce’ is obviously a derogatory term! Just like if I call you "Red Deer", will you be happy? "Yuan Yuzi defended plausibly.
"This is not the same thing at all, right?" Fushimi Shika disagreed.
"That's the same thing!" Yuan Yuzi crossed his arms.
"It's really troublesome. What do you think I should call you better?" Fushimi Lu asked pretending to be casual.
"Of course it's Tamago-chan!"
After Yuan Yuzi said the words, she realized that she had been deceived. Sure enough, when Fushimi Shika heard this, he immediately turned his back on his guests and showed a smile that was successful: "Huh - so you really want me to call you Tamago-chan?"
Minamoto Tamako's face turned red, like a lava egg, and steam puffed out from the top of her head. She didn't care that Fushimi Shika was sick, and waved her hands into a big windmill, hitting Fushimi Shika's shoulders back and forth: "You, what nonsense are you talking about! I'm angry! I'm really going to be angry!"
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On the other side, Kazama Takusai sat down next to Moriki Yaran. He watched Minamoto Tamoko playing with Fushimi deer, and suddenly felt that there was an invisible barrier between them - Minamoto Tamoko was no longer as enthusiastic as before. They greeted each other, and Fushimi Shika didn't call him "senpai" reluctantly like before - they were laughing among themselves, and he became an outsider.
Watanabe Shun didn't know what happened between them, and his dull brain didn't notice anything was wrong with the atmosphere. He kept yelling that the wine should be served first, whether it was beer or sake, serve it first.
The patrol officers all praised Watanabe-senpai for his bravery, and the latter laughed loudly, slapped the table and said he would not go home until he was drunk today, and everyone cheered in agreement.
"It's great to be young." Morimu Yalan sighed.
Kazama Takusai was stunned for a second or two before he realized that she was talking to him. He let out a 'hmm' and sighed: "Yes, it's great to be young."
"I'm not that old, am I?" Morimu Yalan frowned.
"Uh, that's not what I meant..." Kazama Takuzai said in his heart, wasn't it you who started it? Why did it suddenly become my fault?
"Just teasing you."
Morimu Yalan took apart the disposable chopsticks, took a bite of side dishes, and said in a neither salty nor bland manner: "Be happy, smile, no one will look down on you, and today is not a heavy day."
Kazama Takusai didn't say a word, he didn't know what to say. Morimu Yalan felt the "frustration" in him surging endlessly, feeling that if he took a step closer, he would be assimilated into a decadent uncle. Before Kazama Takusai could adjust his mood, she struck him with an elbow, hitting Kazama Takusai's side of the waist, causing him to gasp in pain.
"What?!" Kazama Takusai lowered his voice.
"Be happy, don't look like you have no future! I'm counting on you seniors to set a good example for the patrol officers!"
Morimu Yalan showed a 'kind' smile and said in a threatening tone: "You are an elite detective. Even if you resign, you should still look like an elite, right? Cheer up! I don't care what you have gone through, even if It’s just pretending, but you have to pretend to have a successful career and a happy life!”
Hearing this, Kazama Takusai smiled bitterly: "I know."
He paused, raised his voice, and announced loudly: "I'll treat you to the next drink!"
Upon hearing this, the patrol officers cheered in unison and applauded Senior Kazama.
These days, there are two occasions for drinking and socializing in Japanese workplaces. The first is a party at an izakaya, where meals are a major expense; the second is a bar or karaoke party, where drinks are a major expense. Unexpectedly, all the seniors at this party were covered. The patrol officers suddenly felt that they had a bright future, and they might become such generous criminal policemen in the future.
The waiters served the dishes one after another, and each person had a large glass of malt beer. While eating and drinking, the atmosphere gradually became warm.
Everyone chatted about interesting things at work and complained about the hard work of training. At this time, Director Morimu would not disappoint the fun, but would reflect on himself with an embarrassed look on his face, and then claim that he was doing it for the good of his subordinates. The patrol officers were greatly moved and felt that they were being teased. Entering Sugamo and having sex is the most correct choice in their lives.
As we chatted, the topic began to veer in strange directions for no apparent reason:
There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!
"By the way, a lot of religious groups have appeared in Sugamo recently."
"Oh! Are you talking about the Tenri Sect? They also pulled me into preaching when I was patrolling..."
"There are also Zhengyuan Temple, Shengyun Temple, Zhiquan Temple, Baiquan Temple, Zongchan Temple, Dongguang Temple, Anle Temple, Hofu Temple...ah, I can't even count them."
“That is to say, I don’t even know if he is a serious monk!”
"But I think Aum Shinrikyo is quite interesting. I heard that the leader has super powers and can levitate out of thin air!"
"Are you Baga? It's a lie when you hear it..."
……
While the patrol officers were chatting away, Yuan Yuzi's cell phone suddenly rang. She quickly walked out of the izakaya and answered the phone on the relatively quiet street.
"Really? Thank you! Excuse me, I'll treat you to a small cake another day..."
After hanging up the phone, Minamoto Tamako returned quickly, leaned over and whispered a few words to Fushimi Lu. The latter's expression changed slightly, and everyone noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere and consciously became quiet.
"Sorry, there is an unexpected case, we have to take a step forward." Fushimi Lu took out his wallet to pay: "Everyone, continue, we will get together next time."
Minamoto Tamako was pushing the wheelchair. When Fushimika passed by Kazama Takusai, he motioned for him to follow him and told him something private. Kazama Takusai was stunned for a moment. He glanced at Minamoto Tamako and stood there without saying a word. He stood up and seemed to be preparing to leave early. Upon seeing this, Watanabe Jun quickly put down his glass and shouted that he wanted to go investigate the case together.
The patrol officers looked at the backs of the four people and felt that this scene was like a classic scene in a TV series: the protagonist group suddenly received a mysterious phone call and hurriedly left the banquet to save the world, leaving only the little boy who knew nothing. The minions continue to eat, drink and have fun...
They felt like: ‘This is what elite detectives should be like’.
(End of chapter)