The lover that gravity makes is wrong

There is a saying among flower growers that father-in-law and son-in-law are natural enemies.

Although it was a bit exaggerated, at this moment, Nakahara Chuya felt from the bottom of his heart that there was nothing wrong with this sentence.

Especially a certain red-haired ghost girl, when she saw her old father, her eyes lit up like a chicken cub seeing a mother chicken, she happily let go, and went to the black-haired assistant officer without looking back. direction.

After walking two steps, he let out an 'ah', and remembered that there was a forgotten Gravitator behind him, who was stalking him.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Should he be thankful that at least he has not been completely forgotten?

The red-haired boy's eyes full of meaning made the third son feel a little inexplicably guilty for some reason.

So she thought for a moment, then turned around and took Nakahara Chuya's hand, and ran towards the ghost lamp.

Great!

The teacher in the left hand, the father in the right hand, is double the happiness!

Standing between Zhongye and Ghost Lamp, the third child had a contented face and smiled so much that his round dog eyes turned into the shape of a crescent moon.

"Father, this is Teacher Zhongye, you have seen it before."

The ghost lamp moved its eyes, and after staying for a moment on the hat on the red-haired girl's head, it fell on the two golden ghost horns on Nakahara Nakaya's head.

The first assistant officer still remembered that it was the sticky ghost horn that San Zi treasured when he was a child.

The reason is actually very simple.

Because it is a combination of human and ghost fire, the young third son was often ridiculed by other cubs in the elementary school class as a lonely ghost.

"Lie! Lie! Look, it's a horned ghost with no parents, and no horns!"

The little fat man with a runny nose pointed at the third son on the swing and laughed loudly, completely ignoring the hesitant expression of the servant behind him.

Boss!This orphan and unicorn can't say that!

I heard that the adult in Yan Mo Hall is also a unicorn!

It's a pity that the little fat boy Wang didn't listen, he just wanted revenge.

He saw it all at the time, squatting at the entrance of the kindergarten that year and pointing at him, commenting on him as the ghost who has no ability except for the Nian and rice cake sequences that year!

As for the other culprit, the little fat man said it was too scary, and his memory was automatically blocked.

The third child raised his head, and his expressionless little face had begun to assume the aura of a ghost assistant.

She stared straight at the two golden ghost horns on the little fat man's head with her emerald green pupils, not knowing what she was thinking.

"What, what are you doing! Do you want to fight!"

The little fat man's spine felt as if it had been electrified, and he let out a squeak, and felt a chill.

The young red-haired girl let go of the swing rope she was holding on to and stood up from the little bench.

The little fat man froze immediately, and took a step back as if he was facing an enemy.

Unexpectedly, the red-haired young girl who stood up just raised her hand to brush her bangs, revealing the miniature ghost horns on the top of her forehead, and corrected solemnly,

"It's not a horned ghost without horns, the third son has ghost horns."

fatty:"……"

"Who cares about you! I'm going to say, horned ghost without horns! Horned ghost without horns!"

"Okay, the third son heard it."

The red-haired girl nodded sullenly,

"Grandpa Yan Mo said to be polite. After the third son has finished talking about politeness, it will be 'soldiers'."

"Ah? What 'soldier'? Your brain is broken... Wait! Where did you get this mace from!"

"Go, go! You are not allowed to come over, do you hear me! I called the teacher... ahhh!"

Then that afternoon, when the teacher who heard the noise rushed to the scene, he saw only three trembling followers who shook their heads three times.

And the little fat man lying on the ground with circles in his eyes.

——Well, the two golden ghost horns on the head, the dented version.

Although the young ghost's horns are the same as changing teeth, and can grow again, but looking at it like this... the Overlord kid should be aggrieved for several days.

It is said that children are the most disrespectful, and they know how to poke people's hearts the most.

Although Sanzi didn't reveal anything on his face, when Ghost Lantern covered the sleeping red-haired girl with a quilt at night, he still heard the girl's whispers in her sleep.

"The third son is not an orphan... The third son has a horn, a father, a father, huh..."

A black-haired assistant officer sat by the bed for a while, and then turned off the light in the children's room.

He got up, took the 'trophy' brought back by the child to his collection room, and then turned on the small electric drill with a blank expression on the work light.

So the next day, the third son woke up and found a pair of stickable golden ghost horns that were modified by the ghost lamp father on his bedside table.

That morning, even King Yan Mo next door heard the cheers of a certain child.

"Ghost Lantern, Sanzijiang, did something good happen to you?"

In Yan Mo Hall, King Yan Mo asked curiously.

On the side seat, Ghost Lantern, who was sorting out the trial documents, yawned sleepily: "Who knows, it must have found scarabs."

King Yan Mo: "..."

Did you really find the scarab? In other words, at least, from that day on, the red-haired girl carried one more treasure with her.

She didn't wear it, but carried it very preciously on her body.

And the phrase "no parents, no horns" was quickly forgotten by the girl.

And now—

The golden ghost horns of the pair of red-haired girls were worn on the head of a brown-haired gravity user.

The ghost lamp stared at the golden ghost horn for a while, then looked down, the long and narrow gray and black eyes calmly met the eyes of Nakahara Chuya,

"Hello, Mr. Zhongyuan."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The black-haired assistant officer said hello, as if reading a eulogy to Zhong.

Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched the corners of his mouth, then nodded stiffly: "...good evening, Mr. Ghost Lantern."

The two of them had nothing to do, but they accidentally strayed into the old father and the little animals in the field of lover Shura, huddling together to keep each other warm as if they were afraid of the cold.

Monkey Kakisuke: "Xiao, Xiaobai, do you feel a little cold..."

Xiao Bai, who followed the ghost lamp to the real world, covered his face with his dog's paw: "I don't know, I don't know anything."

"Eh? Liuli man, why are you hibernating?! Take heart, Liuli man, you are a pheasant!"

With Chuya Zhongya, the third son, and Ghost Lantern as the center, an invisible tension of confrontation pulls between the two men.

There seemed to be swords and swords in the eyes that met, but the red-haired girl standing in the middle of the typhoon's eye was still cheerful, enjoying double the happiness.

The passing jailers and monsters silently bypassed them. Only an old Chinese doctor who was not afraid of death took the Snapshot from the stall next door and pressed the shutter on the three of them.

The blinding flash was on, and Bai Ze looked at the spit out photo and was silent for two seconds before bursting out into a loud laughter.

"Hahahahaha——! This is really wonderful, it's worth it, it's really worth it to come to the festival this time! Hahahaha!"

Momotaro stretched out his head to glance at the photo, a drop of sweat fell on the back of his head.

Uh, this picture is really...

In the photo, the third son is standing in the middle holding an apple candy, smiling so hard that his teeth can't see his eyes.

The red-haired boy on both sides and the old father of the assistant official exchanged pleasantries on the surface, but their eyes were flicking back and forth, and the lightning flashed and thundered.

The most amazing thing is that Ghost Lantern is still holding the bow of the archery stand in his right hand, quite like a real father, holding a gun and taking a photo with his daughter's boyfriend.

"puff."

The wage earner next door, who was also squatting secretly, stretched his head to look at the photo, covered his mouth and snickered happily.

Zhongyuan Zhong, who was competing with each other to blink first, also moved his ears at the same time as Ghost Lamp.

The 'weapons' in their hands were thrown out without even thinking about it, and they hit the laughing old Chinese doctor and the wage earner next door perfectly successively.

"Ugh—!"

Bai Ze, who connected his face to the longbow, straightened his bent waist, and a nosebleed slowly slid out of his left nostril.

"Tch, head full of muscle slugs."

The wage earner at the stall next door pulled out the candy apple that was pressed on his nose, and another nosebleed slowly slid down his right nostril.

Not to mention, one left and one back are quite symmetrical.

Bai Ze: "You bastard! What if you hit a girl!"

"Ah, I just feel that there are insects there, and I smashed it unconsciously."

"... Dazai?! Why are you here..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also just heard a familiar sound of beating, and subconsciously threw the candy out.

Didn't expect the hell, it was actually this mackerel? !

Why is this guy everywhere!

The brown-haired boy looked at Osamu Dazai in astonishment, and in the next second, he seemed to think of something, and raised a happy smile like New Year's Eve,

"I know! You guy finally committed suicide and went to hell, right? Hahahaha, you deserve it, wait to enter Abi Hell!"

"Breakthrough."

Osamu Dazai shook his index finger, stood up and patted the chef's apron on his waist as if to show off,

"It's a pity, slug, I'm now the head chef specially hired by the jailer, Ms. Mustard, I'm more suitable for a dark and violent little dwarf to enter Abi Hell~"

ah?head chef?what?

Nakahara Nakaya looked in the direction indicated by Osamu Dazai, and he really saw a stall selling spicy curry, which opened next to the herbal porridge.

A rabbit was chopping red peppers and throwing them into the glowing curry pot.

Next to the booth, there is a sign that reads 'Spicy curry challenges the arena, try it if you are brave enough! '.

And the so-called master, wearing a camel coat, was sitting on a wooden bench, earnestly digging out curry and eating it.

Nakahara Chuya: ... Does this guy look familiar?

While he was wondering, the curry master seemed to sense the sight of the brown-haired boy, and raised his head from the plate, revealing a face with a beard.

He raised his hand and greeted Nakahara Chuya familiarly,

"This is the first time I've met a Central Plains official. I'm Dazai's friend Oda Sakunosuke. Would you like a plate of curry?"

Oda Sakunosuke?

The member of the Hong Kong Black Bottom who defected with Osamu Dazai?

They can be encountered here, when did hell become so small?

"Huh? Oda-san?"

The third son, who was looking down at the photo, raised his head when he heard the sound, and unexpectedly glanced at Osamu Dazai, who was skillfully shaking the spoon in front of the pot, and Sakunosuke Oda, who was wearing a ring master hat, a little confused about the situation.

"Mr. Oda's words are understandable, why is Dazai boy here?"

Are they still in the form of living people?

"Understandable?" Zhong Yuanzhong also asked doubtfully.

"Well, because Mr. Oda died once."

The third son gave an example, "Using the saying of the flower planters, 'the eight characters are lighter'."

"Usually, it's okay. On a day like the Obon Festival, when the gate of hell is open, it's easy to bump into some dead people. It's not impossible to accidentally fall into hell."

"But boy Dazai, how did you get down?"

The red-haired girl looked at Osamu Dazai curiously.

——Could it be another bug in hell? !

Sanzi's eyes became sharper.

"Ah, this is..."

Osamu Dazai gave an invisible pause when he shook the spoon, the corners of his mouth curled up, and before he could put on his signature high-spirited expression to fool people,

The voice of the ghost lamp came from the side, unceremoniously exposing Osamu Dazai's old background.

"His words flowed down the Santu River. The past few days have been the time when the boundary between the underworld and the real world is the most blurred. It is not unusual for him to enter the water frequently in this world."

...Since the shark entered the water, because of the excessive number of times, I accidentally floated to the underworld.

As expected of you, Osamu Dazai.

...Wait, Santuchuan?

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a flash of inspiration, and matched these words with a certain "hell anecdote" he heard not long ago.

"So... Dazai..."

Nakahara Chuya gloated at Osamu Dazai, shook his shoulders, tried his best to suppress the smile in his words, and finally uttered a complete sentence with a half smile,

"So, pfft, you are the beautiful boy with eyes that was fished out of the river by Duoyi woman and almost got married?"

The third son came to his senses: "Ah, speaking of it, Duoyi really seems to like the clothes of beautiful boys the most..."

The red-haired girl stopped the second half of the sentence in time, as if she understood the reason why the boy Dazai was wearing a hell costume.

Nakahara Chuya: "Pfft——hahahahaha! You also have today Dazai hahaha, isn't this great!"

"Isn't that the Goddess Santuchuan that you missed so much when you were in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang?"

"Congratulations, Dazai, your dream has come true. From now on, you don't have to worry about not having someone to die for, hahahahaha!"

"Actually, I didn't take off all my clothes."

Oda Sakunosuke, who was eating curry at the side, tried his best to honor his friend, "When the jailer arrived, Dazai still had a pair of pants left."

Nakahara Chuya laughed even louder.

"..."

Osamu Dazai: "...Thank you Odasaku, just eat curry in peace."

The ghost lamp pulling Bai Ze's cheek at the side also made a sound at the right time, sending out an invitation from hell,

"Don't feel bad for Dazai-kun, stand up proudly! Hell will remember your contribution, and you are welcome to come often in the future."

The lovely Ms. Mustard nodded and said, "That's right, Mr. Dazai is very powerful. You can suggest new directions for improvement with a bite of hot sauce."

"If only he could go to hell sooner."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

No, when he returns to this world, he must go to bed early and get up early, take care of his health, and strive to live to be a hundred years old.

Even if you occasionally enter the water and hang your neck for exercise, you must choose an auspicious day——

At least avoid the Obon festival!

In fact, strictly speaking, Dazai received a lot of care in hell.

In addition to being almost stripped naked by a certain 'Goddess of Santuchuan' and forced to marry in a dress at the beginning,

One second after he was rescued by the jailer and brought back to Yatengu police station, he ran into Oda Sakunosuke who also went to hell by mistake.

At that time, Osamu Dazai was dripping wet, and there was only one pair of pants left.

Oda Sakunosuke was sitting at the small table, holding curry rice, inhaled by the storm.

The two just stood across the window, silently facing each other.

Silence, in the silence, the red-haired young man put down the spoon in his hand, and spoke with concern,

"Dazai, your pants..."

A certain Zaizhi looked hopeless, and he was only a little away from becoming a Buddha in the same place.

"No, Odasaku, don't say anything, don't ask anything."

"……Oh."

Odasaku silently picked up the spoon and continued preparing the meal.

For a moment, only the aroma of curry and the sound of Oda Sakunosuke's quiet chewing remained in the waiting room.

Originally, for living people who accidentally entered hell because of the Obon Festival, Yatengu police would usually choose to report to the chief, and send them away as soon as possible after verifying their identities.

But he couldn't hold back a certain kite-eyed boy who was beaten to death and refused to leave. He helplessly grabbed his collar and cried until the pear blossoms rained down on him.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooup

"Oh, my purity, my body, I will marry in the future, cough, I can't marry a wife Xikuxikuxiku~"

In fact, Duoyi Po would be very willing.

The Yatengu policemen on the side slandered silently in their hearts, but no matter what they said, it was their fault.

In the end, the Yatengu policeman, who had a headache from crying, could only scratch his head, and turned to Commander Minamoto Yoshitsune for help.

Minamoto Yoshitsune received the report from his subordinates, and after two seconds of reviewing the files of Dazai Osamu and Oda Sakunosuke, he decisively dialed the phone number of Enma Hall.

Half an hour later, a certain black-haired assistant officer appeared in the waiting room on time.

The tall figure of the assistant officer blocked the light above his head, and stared at the two men condescendingly, revealing the same eyes as the red-haired girl, Yang Bailao looked at the long-term worker.

Dazai's heart skipped a beat.

Oops, it looks like it's about to overturn.

Looking into the waiting room, Ghost Lantern glanced at Osamu Dazai, as if he already knew the reason why a certain iris-eyed youth was living in hell.

Without saying anything, he directly took out two documents from his pocket and placed them in front of Osamu Dazai.

One is to go to the Shimu Branch for a week-long hell-level hell experience.

One is the voluntary labor instructions of each department.

The above stipulates in detail the time and scope for Osamu Dazai to consult the ancient books and materials of the deceased, and the monitoring officer is executed by the artificial intelligence A.

But relatively, Osamu Dazai has to put in a little labor.

Where, really only a little bit.

From [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the morning, assist the Yatengu police in arresting the dead and various surprise incidents, and help Minamoto Yoshitsune.

From [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] pm, help Miss Mustard to torture the dead with a strict mouth and improve the hot sauce.

From [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm, go to the Great Burning Hell to stand by, and make soup if there is anything to do.

From six to eleven in the evening...

The schedule is filled with a series of items, and when a young man with eyes is holding it, his fingers are trembling.

"Master Assistant Officer, what are my sleep and meal times?"

"Oh, about that."

As if prepared for a long time, the ghost and god assistant took out three beans from his sleeve and placed them in front of Osamu Dazai.

"The magic beans improved from Seven Beads are refreshing and have a strong sense of satiety. One can last for three days."

"This is exactly nine days, and there are still 48 hours left. It won't delay your normal work after returning to this world. You're welcome."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

At this moment, Osamu Dazai finally knew that Hong Kong and Black are really good.

At least he still has time to fish there. Here, he can only eat Magic Bean Daily 007.

****

After listening to "Osamu Dazai's Seven-Day Adventure" narrated by Ghost Lantern, Nakahara Nakahara was already laughing so hard that he was about to die.

On the contrary, the more the third son listened, his eyes became sharper.

She flipped through the handbook handed over by the ghost lamp, and the "Osamu Dazai is really easy to use" handbooks submitted by various departments, and the eyes of the kite-eyed boy became brighter and brighter.

Osamu Dazai knew that it was a heart-wrenching look.

To be more precise, it is the future third-generation assistant officer, who is optimistic about using the heart-wrenching eyes of his unlucky subordinates.

Sure enough, after the third son closed the manual, he touched his chin and said with emotion,

"Young man Dazai, you have great potential, are you willing to return to the west now and join in the festivities with hell?"

Osamu Dazai smiled with difficulty: "...Thank you, it's actually pretty good to be alive."

Nakahara Chuya: "...Pfft!"

What did he hear? !

That Dazai, that daily uncomfortable Kizai actually said 'It's good to be alive'? !

The ocher-haired boy felt the muscles on his face a little sore from laughing.

During this trip to the Hell Obon Festival, he gained a lot of jokes, which he can look back on every day, and he can laugh for 50 years.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was gradually turning into stars, the ghost assistant officer seemed to have thought of something, took out his pocket watch from his arms, looked at it, and said to the third son,

"Third son, I still have to delay a little time here, can I trouble you to call Axiang and the others?"

"Ah, when you come back, by the way, bring me a box of Bawang Takoyaki from Zhonghe Hell."

"Eh?"

The third son scratched his face in surprise, "Yes, yes..."

Why did Dad suddenly like eating takoyaki?

But after all, it was a task entrusted by her favorite father, and the red-haired girl agreed without thinking too much.

Before leaving, he also took away a group of animal jailers who were hungry for takoyaki.

Zhong Yuanzhong also watched the back of the third son walking away quietly, and he didn't turn his head until he was completely out of sight.

The boy put away the relaxed smile on his face, and a pair of sharp cobalt blue pupils looked straight at Osamu Dazai,

"Hey, Dazai, you said you went to hell by mistake. In fact, you deliberately took advantage of the Obon festival to come here."

Osamu Dazai smiled, but said nothing.

The black-haired assistant officer on the side put away his pocket watch, and said blankly,

"About this and the next thing, let us find a quiet place and talk about it in detail."