Crossover Anime: This is an izakaya, but you're treating it like a brothel.

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Amon Kotaro also stepped forward to persuade him, grabbing Mado Kureo's arm: "Mado-senpai, he shouldn't be a ghoul, right?"

"Amon-kun, as an investigator, you can't let any information related to ghouls slip by!"

"You're still a bit immature..."

Mado Kureo's gaze turned sinister as he looked at the teeth marks on Aoba's neck, and he laughed without warning.

"Hahaha!"

"This kid smells like a ghoul! There's no mistake!!"

A large meal?!

This special title is reserved for ghouls of S rank and above.

Upon hearing this, Amon Kotaro's arm tensed up instantly!

His gaze swept over Qingye, but in the end he sighed and said solemnly:

"Mado-senpai, this guy isn't a ghoul."

"nonsense!"

Uncle Guhe waved his fist and roared at the two of them:

"Aoba is one of only two people among us 'Aonosuke' who can eat Sanae's bread!"

"How could he possibly be what you call a 'ghoul'?!"

As she spoke, she struggled even harder.

Inspector Megure's expression changed upon hearing this, and he looked at Kureo Mado: "Investigator Mado, if you use excessive force, I will report this directly to the prosecutor's office and the countermeasures bureau!"

Despite the doubts raised by the crowd, Mado Kureo remained unmoved.

His intuition has never been wrong!

Ghouls, those things, reek no matter where they are!

"Mr. Mado, in this incident, shouldn't I be the victim?"

Aoba was initially surprised to have met so many familiar people in one day.

He stared directly into Mado Kureo's manic and sharp eyes.

He grabbed Mado Kureo's wrist, which was pulling on his collar, with his right hand.

"If you want to understand the case, you can check the surveillance footage over there."

"I don't know what happened after I lost consciousness."

"That's how it is. If you two want to drink, you're welcome. If not, please make yourselves at home."

As Aoba exerted force, Mado Kureo's wrist emitted a cracking sound as if bones were grinding together.

The five fingers weakly loosened their grip on Qingye's collar.

"you……"

Upon seeing this, Amon Kotaro looked extremely surprised.

How did he manage to break free from Mado-senpai?!

"Sorry, I got a little too excited."

Forced to release his grip, Mado Kureo laughed and shook his head.

Even though his wrists were bruised and purple from Qingye's grip, he showed no anger.

"Inspector Megure, we will report the case to the prosecutor's office once the investigation is complete. Thank you for your hard work."

"Yamon-kun, let's go."

"Huh? Oh."

Kotaro Amon had no idea what Kureo Mado meant.

Completely baffled, he could only wait for another opportunity to ask.

"By the way, Aoba-kun."

As if nothing had just happened, Mado Kureo turned to look at Aoba, his eyes filled with admiration as he smiled:

"Interested in becoming an investigator?"

"Oh? Sorry, I also have to run an izakaya."

Although Aoba knew Mado Kureo's personality, it was ultimately just an anime.

It's not as real as the living, breathing people in front of you.

"Really? Izakayas are great places. I hope to have a good drink here sometime."

"Yes, I look forward to your visit then."

Aoba straightened his collar and nodded with a smile.

"Hmph! Good thing they ran fast!"

Once Mado and the others had gone far away, Inspector Megure finally released Uncle Furukawa.

"I'm sorry, Furukawa."

"Although I don't know what leads Mado and the others have, I have to go." (Lu Yiying'er)

"And Mr. Aoba, I'm so sorry!"

"It's nothing, Inspector Megure is just doing his job."

Qingye shook her head, not caring.

From a human perspective, he still quite likes Mado Kureo.

As a husband, father, teacher, and investigator, he undoubtedly did his best in every aspect.

He would not harbor any resentment towards such a person.

"Hurry up and go, anyway, you never bring anything good when you come here."

Uncle Guhe waved his hand impatiently.

"I'll go back and report to Sanae now, so I won't disturb your shop opening."

"Eh...wait a minute."

Aoba stopped Furukawa from leaving and took out some freshly made oden from the kitchen.

"This is oden for Sanae-nee, don't you dare eat any, Furukawa-san!"

Who would eat something like that?!

"Who would eat that kind of thing!"

Uncle Guhe's voice and someone else's voice rang out one after the other.

The two of them froze and looked into the store.

It was on the stairs.

A blonde girl was standing there, her gaze fixed on the steaming oden in Uncle Furukawa's hand.

"?"

moment.

Three pairs of eyes were fixed on Qingye.

"Cough cough!"

Uncle Guhe coughed twice and patted Aoba's shoulder with a pained expression.

"Qingye, a man should be faithful!"

Done.

He ran away without looking back.

"The store manager is in a great mood!"

Upon returning to the shop, Aoba was immediately met with a sharp tongue from a resentful girl.

"Even after being attacked, they still bring women home..."

"No, let me explain..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's lips curled slightly, but her gaze suddenly dimmed.

"That's true, after all, I'm just Kasumigaoka-kun."

"No one can compare to this blonde, big-breasted beauty."

She then stared at Qingye with a resentful look, as if she had been used and abandoned by a man.

Snapped!

"enough."

It was that familiar hand chop again.

Aoba stood in the shop, looking at the somewhat arrogant girl with no politeness whatsoever.

"You too, go straight home after you've rested."

"Humph!"

The girl raised her pretty nose, her eyes brimming with confidence.

He walked over to Aoba on his own.

"It's just a simple dish, yet they're telling people not to steal any."

"Since you... helped me, I'll reluctantly try it."

She has always been serious about cooking, and her personality is inherently proud.

It's not surprising that they would say such a thing.

"Tsk, where's the young lady?"