The lover that gravity makes is wrong

That airship was a product brought by Pope Clement.

—Over 2000 million cubic feet in volume, silver and gilt exterior.

When it appeared at an altitude of [-] feet in Tokyo, the shadow it cast was enough to cover an entire residential area.

The sunlight above their heads was blocked, and the citizens who happened to be standing in the shadows raised their heads as if feeling something.

In a daze, they seemed to see the falling shadow of a giant whale, and Noah's Ark from Genesis appeared in the world.

It was parked above everyone's heads, casting its judgmental eyes from afar.

It is hard to imagine what the youngest pope in history did to allow the government to allow such a behemoth to appear majestically on top of a city with a population of one million.

Soon, however, the discussion of airships took a turn for the worse.

The airship's upcoming 'Children's Charity Fundraiser' has been more talked about than its potential threat.

——["We should not give up any child,"]

In the TV, the young blond Pope sat gracefully in a pew, looking at the camera calmly.

Compassion and hope shone in those tourmaline-like pupils, passing through the screen like a god, and directly conveyed to the other end of the lens——

In the eyes of every residential building, every apartment, every parent who lost a child.

【"If one person can't be found, then mobilize the power of a hundred people. If the police can't find it, then let people with more influence in society intervene. If you don't give up, God won't give up either. Down, touch thousands of miles, and find the children."]

Said the young Pope.

His gentle voice is like a divine voice, containing convincing healing power.

Inside the apartment, the alcoholic father stopped pouring.

On the street, the mother who was holding a stack of missing person notices turned her head and looked at the TV in the window with red eyes.

In the farther and more dilapidated residences, the old couple who pushed the cart out every day to find their children had new hope rekindled in their gloomy eyes.

Every year, nearly [-] children go missing across the country, but how many are found?

Less than 5.00%.

They have already lost confidence in the police, and everyone is telling them that your child is in danger.

But for these parents, as long as no body is found, there is hope.

If the gods can help them, what does it matter if they are religious?

As long as there is still a chance, I am always willing to give it a try.

The world's largest flying ship comes out, and the youngest Pope promises a miracle. The two superimposed. There is no more headline than this!

For a time, the national media boiled.

Everyone was asking how they could get the invitation letter for the airship and how to board that skyship.

Unfortunately, there are only 50 lucky people who can get this opportunity.

"That's suspicious! What 'children's charity fundraiser'?"

"Gathering the relatives of the victim on such a large scale, what is the pope's plan!"

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Search Division

Mori Kogoro threw away the newspaper in his hand, frowned and looked at his boss beside him,

"Mumu police department, can we just watch like this? How about sneaking in and searching?"

Mu Mu Shisan, who also had the same thought, could only shake his head,

"It's a pity, Brother Maori, the higher ups have already said hello. We have no right to intervene in all the actions of that Clement Pope. Even if we want to sneak in, we must have an invitation letter."

Yet they are neither the bereaved parents nor the powerful and wealthy with social clout.

On the contrary, the Kudo couple, the wife of Mori Kogoro and good friend of Fei Mili, received the invitation letter.

But unfortunately, Yusaku Kudo happened to be stumbled by a recent missing child case. His wife, Yukiko Kudo, was very interested in the charity banquet and wanted to attend.

But the strange thing is that after hearing that the banquet venue was on the airship, the black-haired novelist suddenly showed an indescribable expression on his face, and refused the invitation without thinking, and muttered inexplicably,

"Stay away from large vehicles and stay safe" and other strange words.

Coincidentally, the same situation is also happening in other cities.

According to the route published in the newspaper, the airship will depart from Tokyo, pass through Yokohama, Shizuoka, Hamamatsu, Nagoya, and finally arrive in Osaka.

Compared with the restraint of official police everywhere, the power in some gray areas is much more straightforward.

PortMafia Headquarters, Chief Office

"Pope Clement? Children's charity?"

Chuya Nakahara closed the invitation letter in doubt, and cast his eyes on Mori Ogai,

"With all due respect, Boss, is there anything we should pay special attention to in such a purely ordinary commercial activity?"

"If it's really just a purely commercial activity." Mori Ogai said meaningfully.

The black-haired leader turned sideways under the incomprehensible gaze of Zhe Fa's gravity, picked up a piece of intelligence information on the table, and handed it to Zhongyuan Zhongya.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took it, and after quickly scanning the report above, his eyes slightly widened in surprise,

"This is……!"

"The former religious organization 'Sacred Tin Rod'."

Mori Ogai rested his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers under his chin, and said slowly,

"The organization that was supposed to be destroyed in the Dragon Head War has now been resurrected, and even sent us an invitation letter openly."

This kind of bluntness is short of saying on the invitation letter 'I have a trap, do you Hong Kong? Black dare to come? ’ behavior, arrogant and absurd, and of course it is impossible for them to ignore such a provocative behavior that seems to be waving a sharp knife at the tip of their noses.

What's more, Mori Ogai is very interested in the huge airship that appeared out of thin air overnight.

It is a behemoth that appears in such an unreasonable posture, but all the media and official organizations seem to be invisible, and naturally accept this change.

And that's not the only interesting thing.

Mori Ogai lowered his eyelashes, reached out and pressed the switch button on the table.

With the soft sound of the machine, in the chief's office, the black steel plates that blocked the view of the outside world rose one by one, revealing a row of electrified floor-to-ceiling windows and the blue sky behind.

White doves flapped their wings and flew across the sky, and light shone through the clean glass.

Mori Ogai sat behind the large desk, his observation eyes fell on the gravitational user's face,

"Mr. Zhongye, have you noticed any difference in the scenery outside the window?"

Where is it different?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback, took a few steps forward, and turned his head to look out the window.

As a landmark building in Yokohama, the PortMafia building, which symbolizes the leader, has more than seventy floors.

At such a height, if the weather is clear, standing in the office on the top floor and looking out, it is enough to clearly see the whole sky, together with Yokohama Mirai Port.

Even the Tokyo Tower a little farther away...

Wait, Tokyo Tower? !

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes wide suddenly, as if suspecting that he had misread, the ocher-haired mafia closed his eyes forcefully.

When he opened it again, the famous red and white tower was still standing in his sight.

"What's going on? Why is Tokyo Tower in Yokohama?!"

In extreme astonishment, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but raise his volume.

"Very well, it looks like you, Zhongye-kun, have also discovered it."

——This is the second interesting thing Mori Ogai pointed out.

With the appearance of the giant airship in Tokyo, the landmarks of that city appeared in Yokohama almost immediately, as if some kind of replacement rules.

Abruptly, as if there was an invisible hand, it casually picked up the red and white tower weighing [-] tons, grabbed the top of the tower like a toy, and violently poked it on the land of Yokohama. The wheels are squeezed together.

Is it bragging?Or warning?

Late that night, Mori Ogai stood alone by the window for a long time.

Until dawn was approaching, Ozaki Koye, who came with information, knocked on the door of the chief's office.

Humans are creatures that rely on inertia. Most of the time, the more commonplace the scenery is, the easier it is to ignore and turn a blind eye.

If Mori Ogai hadn't happened to be working overtime last night, coughing, was thinking about the future of the organization, and got up on a whim to watch the night scene and let go, he probably wouldn't have been lucky enough to witness this happening.

What surprised Mori Ogai even more is that so far, there are almost very few people who have discovered this, and it is only limited to those with very individual abilities.

Even Ozaki Koyo, one of the five cadres, didn't notice anything unusual.

This power is enough to change the established cognition of human beings...

Among Mori Ogai's limited guesses, there is only one, but the result remains to be verified.

If the guess is correct, then take this opportunity to successfully bypass the Ability Secret Service Section and get it.

Yewang was throbbing in his chest, and even his legs hidden under the table were shaking uncontrollably due to excitement.

The black-haired leader raised his eyes.

Even though the trembling ambition in his heart was about to overflow from his pores, he looked at the gravitationalist with a gentle and steady gaze, and calmly stated the goal of this mission.

"It's about Yokohama, so I'll trouble Nakaya-kun to make a trip."

"The task requirements are very simple. Invite our old friends here, and let Hong Kong and Hei make up for the friendship of landlords."

……

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But the skyship...

On the way to Tokyo, Nakahara Nakaya was sitting in the back row of the car, and his black gloved fingers brushed casually over the location on the invitation letter.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

According to the situation involving large vehicles in the past, could it be said that this time it will be——

Thinking of a possibility, the ocher-haired mafia's eyelids twitched.

To be on the safe side, he took out the mobile phone in his pocket and called a certain red-haired girl.

However, the strange thing is that the ringtone of the mobile phone was quickly cut off after two seconds.

When I redialed again, there was only a busy tone.

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned worriedly.

A red-haired ghost girl is not the type to turn off the contact phone.

For 'professional' needs, 24 hours a day, you can even dial the number of the ghost police executive at the last second and shout for help.

Although in this case, the subordinate who calls for help usually gets the sleep-deprived executive officer, the loving gaze that resembles ghosts and gods, and after returning to hell, he will give a set designed by the third son himself. Devil training program.

It is guaranteed that the trained ghosts will be completely reborn and stand alone.

So the question is, under what circumstances, the third son's phone will not be connected?

There are many answers, and the closest one is now——

"Clap."

In a basement somewhere in Tokyo

A black-haired arm grabbed the ringing mobile phone, cut off the call, threw the phone on the ground, and crushed it with the sole of his shoe.

At the same time, a young girl about seven years old was lying quietly at his feet.

The girl's limbs are thin and thin, and her fingers are so white and tender that there is no trace of calluses.

Even in this dark basement, the skin exposed from the sleeves is white and glowing in the weak light.

It can be seen at a glance that this is a young lady who is loved by her family.

The girl didn't move, her wine-red hair covered her cheeks.

Only the even rise and fall of her chest with her breathing showed that she was just asleep and her life was not in danger.

The big man who stomped on the broken phone bent down, roughly brushed aside the obstructive red hair, pinched the girl's chin with his fingers, raised her head, and looked directly at the light above her head, squinting her eyes to examine her appearance carefully.

The man's eyes were cold and emotionless, like an anatomical machine, scanning the red-haired girl's facial features inch by inch.

That look, it seems that he is not looking at a person, but just testing the goods for defects.

The only difference is that this 'cargo' just happens to breathe.

On the other hand, another small man in the basement, with an exaggerated afro, watched the big man's movements nervously the whole time, for fear that he would bump the child.

Especially when the other party roughly grabbed the girl's chin, he even jumped up and down as if distressed,

"Take it lightly! This is ghost, cough, ghost-like gem-level quality! The best of the best, very rare and precious!"

Ghost-like gem-level quality?

The strange metaphor of the little man made the corner of the big man's mouth twitch, but it was rare that he did not refute the description of 'gem-level quality' in the other party's mouth.

To tell you the truth, at the beginning, men quite scoffed at the saying that small people have 'good stuff'.

If it weren't for the loss of two 'choirs', the number of people is not enough. In order to avoid being punished, he can only replenish the 'supply' from the local area urgently, and he doesn't want to pay attention to this busy local snake.

Originally, the man came here with a casual attitude.

Unexpectedly, this country bumpkin really found a treasure.

But just to be cautious, the man asked one more question: "Such a child is not easy to deceive, where did you find it?"

The man turned his head to look at the little man, his accent was a bit strange, with the accent unique to foreigners speaking Japanese.

But even so, it couldn't hide the cold snake-like eyes of the other party, and the guns and weapons on his waist that seemed to be exposed unintentionally, the threat was self-evident.

Sure enough, the little man who was still yelling and trying to sit on the ground to raise the price, his face froze when he saw the opponent's weapon, quickly bent his waist, rubbed his hands and smiled, and said in a flattering tone,

"...Haha, didn't this, this just happened to meet a kid who ran away from home?"

"Hey, the eldest lady from the rich family is naive. She just lied a few words and replaced her mobile phone. She also said that she hadn't seen the old version before. It was strange. Look, her own is still here. Woolen cloth!"

As the little man said, he quickly took out another latest mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to the man.

The moment it was pulled out, it was so violent that it almost blinded the man's eyes.

Good guy, a ruby ​​the size of a pigeon egg is set on the phone case without blinking. This kind of nouveau riche style seems to be gone.

The man hastily moved his eyes away, believing the little man's words.

"Then, look at the price..."

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, the little man hurriedly put the ruby ​​phone back into his arms like a baby, rubbed his hands with a smile, and looked at the man.

Seeing that petty look, the man gave a disdainful smile, took out a suitcase from behind and threw it to the other party,

"I think these should be enough for you."

The little man opened the box and took a look, and immediately smiled: "Yes, yes, enough, enough."

The man ignored the other party's act of licking the banknotes like a money fan, carefully picked up the unconscious and sleeping red-haired girl, and walked out of the basement.

Then before leaving, he winked at the two people guarding the door, stretched out his thumb, and swiped hard at the neck.

The two nodded in understanding, and walked into the basement holding the handle of the gun.

Soon, there was the muffled sound of muffler bullets coming from behind the door.

Transparent gasoline was poured on the corpse, and one of them turned on the lighter and casually threw it on the ground. The flames suddenly sprang up, like a fire snake, and spread throughout the room in an instant.

After confirming that there were no unnecessary traces left, the two 'cleaners' who were in charge of cleaning the scene nodded to each other and locked the door of the basement from the outside.

"Hmph, idiot."

The man sitting in the car sneered.

This kind of mobile phone of a rich kid is usually installed by the guardian with a system similar to satellite positioning. It is estimated that the police will come to the door after a long time.

But that's good too, with that corpse here, it's enough to deal with the idiot police here.

The man put the red-haired girl in his arms on the seat sideways.

He took off his coat and carefully wrapped it around the girl's head, for fear of accidentally hitting this precious face while driving.

After doing all this, he leaned forward and tapped on the back of the seat with his fingers.

Soon, the black car left the dark alley.

The driver skillfully avoided the monitoring along the way, manipulated the car, and blended into the stream of vehicles as flexibly as a fish, until he completely disappeared.

Meanwhile, in the basement of the dark alley

"It's so hot—hiss—it's so hot!!!"

An arm popped out of the backlog of debris.

The little man who was supposed to be shot to death suddenly sat up like a dead body, while dancing and slapping the flames on his body, he took out the hidden fire extinguisher from the cabinet and acted as a temporary firefighter.

During the action, the exaggerated wig on his head accidentally fell off, revealing two pointed ghost horns.

However, the disgraced little man didn't care at all, instead he snickered sinisterly like a villain,

"Hmph, you still dare to laugh at me as an idiot, just wait to be beaten by the third son, you idiots!"

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