The lover that gravity makes is wrong

For people like Osamu Dazai, the more they are familiar with, the clearer they are that coincidence is such a deceptive word.

"Dazai, you actually 'traveled' to hell on purpose, right?"

Nakahara Chuya turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai, the sentence pattern was clearly questionable, but the tone of his words was affirmative, "What are you looking for here?"

Yeah, what are you looking for?

Nakahara Chuya and Ghost Lamp's eyes fell on Dazai Osamu's face at the same time.

The three of them were standing at the back of the ceremony. In order to set off the festive atmosphere, lanterns with human faces with different expressions were still hanging on the rough dead branches, shaking slightly in the wind, casting ferocious tree shadows in their shadows.

There are mournful cries of the dead who have nowhere to return, floating faintly from farther away.

The gloomy and desolate atmosphere, and the noisy festival filled with the aroma of food fifteen minutes ago, are simply two worlds.

Osamu Dazai suppressed the smile on his face.

He leaned against the tree trunk relaxedly, the iris-colored pupils he looked at reflected the pitch-black black under the light of the lantern,

"Chuya, Assistant Ghost Lamp, you should still remember the Dragon Head War in Yokohama two years ago."

Of course they were impressed.

Rather, it is still fresh in my memory.

Dragon Head War, the worst big fight in Yokohama's history.

The current underworld organization has been fighting for 88 days, and every day, different people are affected and die.

Innocent residents, members of the underworld organization involved, foreign mercenaries, the former religious organization "Holy Tin Staff" and the most troublesome——

Gathering together, all kinds of fighters with different abilities appearing in Yokohama.

For this reason, everyone in Yan Mo Hall, who was already busy, was forced to work overtime without sleep for half a month.

And the third son, who is the executive officer of the ghost messenger, has almost become Yokohama's exclusive emergency ghost messenger.

Just after extraditing a foreign supernatural power user back to the EU hell, the communicator blazed on the back foot.

I heard the subordinates crying inside with snot and tears, and in the whistling wind, there was also the background sound of the dead with supernatural powers making trouble.

During that time, Sanzi had already trained to the point that as long as he heard the words 'It's not good, Mr. Sanzi', he would be able to teleport to the scene with a 'snap'.

Raising one hand reflexively, closing the eyes and throwing out the mace in his hand, he will definitely hit a dead person with supernatural powers, he can be called the "gold medal soul catcher" of hell.

And now, when Osamu Dazai mentioned the 'Dragon Head War' again, Nakahara Chuya's heart skipped a beat, and an idea quickly crossed his mind, but he slipped away before he had time to think about it.

On the other hand, the Ghost Assistant Officer on one side seemed to have expected it, and there was no emotion on his face.

This is indeed the case, let’s not talk about the ghost lamp’s other speculations. In the recording department, Dazai Osamu read the biographies of the deceased one second before, and A immediately reported it to the ghost lamp one second later.

Of course, Osamu Dazai was well aware of this, and had no intention of hiding it.

"Is it an illusion, Mr. Ghost Lantern?"

King Yan Mo squinted at his assistant with Doudou eyes, unable to utter a voice of doubt, "Why do I feel that you and that living person have reached an evil agreement in an invisible place."

"What are you talking about, my lord, hell will not make an agreement with anyone."

The ghost and god assistant officer read the surveillance report submitted by Xiao A at a glance, and put it aside.

He raised his head and spread out his palms to King Yan Mo, bent his five fingers, and made a scratching gesture: "We have always paid attention to win-win."

In other words, one person wins twice.

King Yan Mo, who heard the voice outside the words, seemed to be shocked by the undisguised shamelessness of the ghost lamp, and fell into a long silence for a while.

It wasn't until the second half of the trial was about to start that Yan Mo, who was sitting at the top, suddenly turned his head and asked,

"Mr. Ghost Lantern, were you just playing 'I want all of you meow'?"

Ghost Lantern flipped through the documents without raising his head: "Your Majesty, chatting is prohibited during working hours."

The First Assistant Officer knew very well that Osamu Dazai was investigating something while he was 'traveling' in hell, and he deliberately let this go.

——By the way, I used Osamu Dazai's labor potential a little bit, which relieved a lot of pressure for other jailers who were too busy.

But Osamu Dazai himself was a little surprised by the result of "investigation into hell".

In the beginning, he was actually just trying to find out who was behind the introduction of Mimic to Yokohama.

"The person who introduced Mimic to Yokohama?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a second, and quickly came up with the answer in his heart, "That's not the intention of the boss..."

"No, Chuya."

As if seeing through Nakahara Chuya's thoughts, the former PortMafia cadre curled his mouth, but there was no smile in his kite-colored eyes.

"Although I don't want to praise him, Mr. Sen is indeed a qualified leader. There is no doubt about this."

"Therefore, rather than saying that Mimic was suspiciously extradited, it's better to say that he just saw 'the overall situation is settled' and let the group of gray ghosts go along with the flow."

It can also be used to blackmail the supernatural secret service department who can't make a move, and get the long-coveted supernatural license.

And Oda Saku was just the unlucky guy in that deadlock.

If it wasn't for the presence of a red-haired ghost girl, even Osamu Dazai would be helpless if he wanted to break this deadlock.

Well, this is actually a kind of cheating.

Playing cards completely against common sense, with the power of a bug, directly knocked off the chessboard.

"Let me tell you one more interesting thing, Chuya."

Dazai Osamu looked at Nakahara Chuya who was kept in the dark, and continued to expose the background of a certain scumbag leader with a smile.

"The reason why Mimics are called 'ghosts that linger in the world' is because they were originally soldiers sent to the battlefield by their own country, but they were later labeled as 'war criminals' because of the armistice agreement of various countries. dog."

"They are black histories that the upper echelons of various countries tried their best to cover up but could not get rid of openly."

"Then ask! It's normal for Yokohama's officials to know about this kind of existence that can be called a military secret. How did Mr. Mori know about a leader of an underworld organization that is feared by the officials?"

Nakahara also gradually opened his eyes wide, and under Osamu Dazai's almost explicit hint, an absurd conjecture appeared in his mind logically.

"What do you mean Dazai? You don't want to tell me that Boss himself is actually an undercover agent sent by the government?"

"No no no, how come?"

Osamu Dazai waved his hand with a smile on his face, and lightly dropped a heavy bomb,

"Mr. Sen, just happened to be a military doctor before taking office in Hong Kong and Black."

"Ah, it's still a military doctor with the serious title of 'first-class deputy military doctor of the 356th Infantry Division and Regiment of the National Defense Forces'!"

Nakahara Chuya, pupil quake: "..."

Osamu Dazai smiled contentedly when he saw his ex-partner's suspicious expression.

He definitely, definitely didn't mean to take revenge on a certain slug and laugh at his dark history!

As for the real culprit who brought about the black history, Osamu Dazai wisely skipped over the assistant ghosts and gods who were watching the play next to him.

Well, anyway, you will be a family in the future, so let's help your father-in-law pay off the debt in advance, Zhong Ye!

Osamu Dazai, who was in a good mood, changed the subject nonchalantly and continued talking about his discovery.

"Afterwards, I searched down Mimic's relationship network, and just before that, I found a very interesting thing in PortMafia's overseas intelligence."

Mimic is a force that emerges from outside, and every member comes here with the desire to "die with glory" in their hearts.

There are so many cities in the world, why did they come to Yokohama?

Because Oda is here?

No, it was only after Gide arrived in Yokohama that he discovered that Oda Sakunosuke had similar abilities to himself.

Then the answer is obvious, someone has hinted to them that there is something in Yokohama that can absolutely fulfill their wish.

"But then again, isn't this method of hiding in the dark like a mouse and manipulating other people's spiritual weaknesses to achieve their goals a little familiar?"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also silent for a moment, and slowly spit out three words: "Bai Qilin."

"Correct."

Dazai smiled.

Bai Qilin, Shibusawa Ryuhiko, seems to be the initiator of the Dragon Head War two years ago.

However, Osamu Dazai still remembers what the other party said before he died——

【"You miscalculated on two points. First, I have seen through your trap. Second, you think I have no organization, and I am a 'personal army'."】

Now that I think about it, the 'organization' that guy was talking about at that time may not just refer to those people with supernatural abilities that he gathered.

There is another person who has been hiding behind the scenes from beginning to end, quietly observing all this.

It's a pity that that person's secrecy measures are quite good, his whereabouts and news, with the death of the white unicorn Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, disappeared without a trace after being exposed to the sun like dew on the branches and leaves.

At this point, the incident should have come to an end.

Osamu Dazai knew that there was no need for him to investigate further.

Anyway, there was the first time and the second time, so that mysterious black hand will definitely come again for the third time.

Using a similar method to disrupt the situation in Yokohama, new traces will surely be left.

After all, it is impossible for the other party to accurately kill the 'unlucky' collectively every time.

In addition, Osamu Dazai thinks that he is just a small expatriate of the detective agency at present, and he really doesn't bother to go through this troublesome muddy water at first glance.

At that time, the black-haired boy with kite eyes stood alone by the Tsurumi River for a long time.

As the Obon Festival approached, a housewife holding a sacrificial candle held the hand of the child and passed behind him, and the sea breeze blew their conversation into the boy's ears.

——"Mom, will Dad really come back to see us the day after tomorrow? Don't lie?"

——"Of course! Although I can't see it, my mother had a secret dream last night. I dreamed of my father. He told me a lot of Ryuichiro's secrets.

For example, I left the green peppers I didn’t like at school yesterday, and I got full marks in the Mandarin quiz the day before... Ah, and the new transfer student, Yumi-chan, is very cute..."

——"...Wait, wait! Don't say this! Smelly dad, keep it secret..."

The boy lowered his head with his face flushed, and muttered unconvinced, as if he was blaming his father for not keeping the agreement and revealing their previous secret without authorization.

A trace of sadness flashed in the housewife's eyes, but she quickly put away her exposed emotions and gently stroked her son's prickly hair.

This is an ordinary, everyday conversation.

And this mother and son are just two ordinary people in this city with a population of 200 million.

The biggest daily worries are nothing more than trivial matters such as the family's expenses for this month, the son's food and tuition fees, and what to make for dinner.

It has nothing to do with Osamu Dazai's life.

The only intersection is probably that they all survived the 88-day war two years ago.

"...Since either side is the same and there is no difference, go to the bright side - save the weak, protect the orphans, and become a good person."

Beside the Tsurumi River, the kite-eyed black-haired man muttered something softly to himself.

The akane-colored brilliance of the setting sun sprinkled on the slightly warm water surface, reflecting the sparkling waves.

"Be a good person..."

Staring at the water, Osamu Dazai sighed, "It's really a troublesome agreement."

Shouldn't have agreed in the first place.

Osamu Dazai thought angrily, then skillfully stepped onto the railings beside the Tsurumi River, leaped into the arms of the Sanzu River in the afterglow of the setting sun.

...Forget it, let's treat it as a favor.

If there is no clue in this world, then go to the other side to find it.

Come to think of it, it's about the red-haired ghost messenger, the assistant officer probably wouldn't just stand by.

The man behind the scenes miscalculated two things.

One, in the world, there is no such thing as a perfect plan to disappear. The more forces involved, the more clues will be left behind.

Second, in this world, apart from the present world, there really are Huangquan.

How did the florist say that?

God knows what you did.

Maybe before you know it, hell has already recorded all your words and deeds.

--as predicted.

Everything was as Osamu Dazai expected, and there was another person hiding behind Bai Qilin and Gide, leading them to Yokohama.

He was using them, using 'wish' as ​​a clue, to find something in Yokohama.

Judging from the current situation, it is likely to be the rumored ability that can fulfill all wishes.

"Wrong, if it is this, there is actually another thing that is closer to that person's goal."

Ghost Lamp, who had remained silent all along, spoke and vetoed Osamu Dazai's conjecture.

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chu also turned their heads at the same time, looking at the black-haired assistant officer.

"Have you ever played FoteGx?"

The ghost and god assistant touched his chin, and said expressionlessly, "Strictly speaking, it's something similar to the Holy O in the game. It's now placed in the laboratory of your supernatural secret service department."

"Although the effect is quite weak, but in terms of rarity, it can barely be used as a collectible."

"By the way, Mr. Zhongyuan."

When Ghost Lantern said this, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned his head and looked at Chuya Zhongyuan.

"If you can get that thing, I will reluctantly admit your ability."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

It's confirmed, this Shaking S assistant officer is indeed father and daughter with the third son.

The appearance of making impossible demands on others confidently and confidently is exactly the same.

...Wait, it doesn't seem impossible?

Nakahara was also silent for a moment, looking at Osamu Dazai thoughtfully.

"What a slug! Put away your abacus!"

Osamu Dazai, who received the scrutiny from his former partner, took two steps back vigilantly, with his arms crossed to protect his chest, posing in the classic pose of a pure girl meeting a robber on her way,

"Give up, I will never help you!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned blue, showing a disgusted expression.

He opened his mouth with disgust, and was about to speak.

Suddenly, the nearby grass moved, and the voice of a hoarse old woman came faintly from far and near, accompanied by the sound of searching footsteps.

——"Handsome Yuanyan brother, are you here? I'm here to see you~"

The location where the three of them were was suddenly quiet.

Key words: Handsome, kite-eyed brother.

Nakahara also squinted at Dazai Osamu, and sure enough, he found that the corner of the latter's mouth twitched, revealing the expression of the shadow of life.

"Hey, that's all there is to it."

"Now there are at least three groups of people staring at Yokohama and Miss Sanzi. You can discuss it yourself later. I have to leave beforehand!"

After Osamu Dazai finished speaking, he tore off his coat and threw it aside.

Then the figure flashed, the roc spread its wings, and rushed out in the opposite direction like a rabbit, and rushed three meters away in the blink of an eye.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

You are really skilled, Dazai.

The ocher-haired mafia stared at the back of a certain mackerel fleeing for its life, amazed.

The next moment, a white figure nimbly sprang out from the grass, caught the coat that was about to fall, and sniffed it like a police dog.

Then without even looking at the two of them, he accurately caught up with the direction in which Osamu Dazai was escaping, blowing up countless evening winds and dust.

The scene was extremely silent.

At this moment, Rao Chuya of the Central Plains also felt a deep sense of sympathy for a certain improper person Dazai Zhi.

In order to keep your pure body, it's time to show off your anti-tracking technology in Hong Kong and Black, Dazai.

——"Mr. Central Plains."

The voice of the ghost lamp came from the side, and Nakahara Chuya shuddered behind his back, and quickly turned his head to meet the gaze cast by the black-haired assistant officer.

The first assistant officer stared at the nervous red-haired boy for a while, then said slowly,

"The third son gave you a wish gem, right?"

*****

At the same time, the festival

After saying hello to Sister Axiang and the others in advance, and explaining that his father would be late, the third son did not go back immediately, but sat down in a remote place where he could see the lights of the festival, and waited quietly.

The cool evening wind blew across the girl's fair face, and the leaves above her head swayed and made rustling noises.

Like a common scene in a movie, a shimmering firefly flew out from the woods and landed gently on Sanzi's outstretched fingertip.

The red-haired girl quietly watched the faint firefly on her finger.

When it flapped its thin wings and flew up again, Sanzi's eyes flashed, and a girl in an old black sailor suit appeared in front of her.

The third son smiled, and took out a small wooden box from his pocket. Like a seductive and shy black cat, he waved it in front of the visitor,

"Do you want a present, Ai-chan?"

The hell girl with black hair and red eyes stood there for a while, a trace of hesitation flashed across Poker's expressionless cute face.

After three long seconds, she finally raised her legs stiffly under the eyes of her subordinates in the dark who were eager to push her, and walked to the third son with the same hands and feet, and sat down upright.

Um, too cute.

The third son wanted to reach out and touch Yan Moai's head, but he was afraid of scaring away the little friend who was finally willing to take the lead, so he could only withdraw his arm regretfully, and handed the wooden box to the other party instead.

Yan Moai lowered her head and opened the wooden box, and a folded exquisite paper sailboat lay inside the box.

It was the one that was taken away by Nakahara Chuya and Cherry back then.

The hell girl picked it up, and gently blew on the hollowed out position.

call--

The piece of paper bloomed like a flower in an instant, and in Yan Moai's palm, it turned into a round paper balloon.

The voice of the red-haired girl resounded in the night of the festival, clear and lingering, with an obvious smile,

"I'm sorry, this is the only thing left. The cherries are out of season, let's pick the freshest ones together next year."

"It just so happens that Taoyuan Township in the Kingdom of Heaven is preparing to introduce new varieties. When the flowers bloom and bear fruit, we can catch up with the first wave..."

Yan Moai sat under the bamboo forest, staring at the paper balloon in her hand.

She listened to the voice in her ear that seemed to be nostalgic, as if she had finally made up her mind, she interrupted the red-haired girl,

"Third son."

"What?" Sanzi asked with a smile.

Yan Moai: "Don't get close to that Central Plains Zhongye anymore, if this continues, the vows on your body will drain you."