The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Before arriving in Tokyo, Nakahara also took a nap abnormally.

In the dream, a certain black-faced ghost assistant officer, dressed as a Hebo, stood in front of Zhongya Zhongya.

"Young man who deserves to go to hell, may I ask, did you fall into this four-year-old ghost messenger, or this ten-year-old ghost messenger?"

A certain brown-haired mafia glanced at his left hand side, pulled his hair, wishing to bald his four-year-old son, then looked down at the ten-year-old squatting at his feet, trying to poke his foot with a mace The third son asked from the bottom of his heart,

"Isn't there a 16-year-old version that calls me 'Mr. Chuya'?"

In the center of Huangquan, Hebo Guideng touched his chin, and pulled out a seven-year-old version of a red-haired girl from behind, stuffing it into Zhongye Zhongye's arms.

"To reward your honesty, this seven-year-old ghost messenger is entrusting you."

"and many more--!!!"

At the age of seven, he can't do it at all, okay! ! !

Nakahara Nakata shuddered, and suddenly woke up from the dream.

"Central Plains cadres?"

A suspicious voice came from his subordinates.

What, it turned out to be a dream.

The ochre-haired mafia looked around and breathed a sigh of relief.

At 17:25, they arrived in Tokyo on time.

The airship was parked in the Tokyo Air Station, and when Nakahara Nakaya arrived at the boarding port of the airship, he quickly realized what Mori Ogai meant by "abnormal business activities".

The blond waiter guarding the VIP entrance handed him a mask.

Similar to a half-section mask of a masquerade, complicated and gorgeous patterns are embossed on the bottom of the black mask, and there are two dark gaps near the eyes. After wearing it, it can perfectly cover the appearance of the visitor.

"What does it mean?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the mask handed over, and looked at the waiter.

Thinking that the red-haired boy was dissatisfied with his own arrangement, the blond-haired waiter bowed to explain skillfully,

"Please don't worry, distinguished guest, your mask is completely random and will not reveal your appearance and identity."

It's a short sentence, but it's enough to explain the problem.

What kind of charity event will make the visitors want to cover their faces and go happily?

The answers that can be thought of are nothing more than those categories.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a while, took the mask and put it on his face, and followed the respectful waiters to board the airship.

Before entering the cabin, the red-haired boy looked down at the other side of the airship.

There are two entrances. In addition to the secret VIP passage on the second floor, the entrance for ordinary passengers on the first floor is much more perfunctory.

There are no waiters to guide the way, and no utensils to block the line of sight.

The media with cameras blocked the only way to the boarding port. Whenever they saw a passenger, they would pounce on them like blood-sucking leeches.

The flashing lights flashed one after another, countless microphones were handed to the mouths of passengers by outstretched arms, and questions rushed to them like a cannonball.

"Hello, as one of the fifty lucky people who boarded 'Noah's spaceship', do you have anything to say?"

"How long has your child been missing? How old is it? Can you give me your name?"

"Mr. Miyazaki! I heard that your daughter Yuna Miyazaki was picked up by the mistress you abandoned at the gate of the elementary school. The police have ruled that Yuna Miyazaki died. Netizens commented that you did it to yourself. What do you have?" Do you want to say something!"

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Most of these fifty passengers are just ordinary people.

Faced with the sudden bombardment of questioning by the media, they were almost at a loss and stopped in place, daring not to make a sound.

The other part, relying on their strong body, hugged the children's clothes and toys they carried with them tightly, squeezed out of the encirclement, and ran to the airship in embarrassment.

Of course, there are also surprises.

For example, Mr. Miyazaki, who was identified as "serving it right", was like a raging lion being poked in the sore spot. He punched the reporter in the face and trampled the other party's camera.

The arrogant media was taken aback, Qi Qi hugged the guy who was eating, stepped back a few steps, and made way for him.

"Bah! A bunch of disgusting garbage!"

The man named Miyazaki spat on the ground in disdain, and pulled past the side. The old couple, who were about to faint from being interrogated, led the people onto the airship.

Seeing this, the rest of the passengers quickly seized the moment when the media reporters were hesitating, and followed behind the man.

"Hmph, vulgar and ridiculous."

A condescending sneer sounded from behind Chuya Zhongyuan.

The red-haired boy looked back and saw that he was another VIP passenger.

Wearing a neat suit, about 50 years old, also wearing a mask on his face.

As if aware of Chuya Nakahara's gaze, the middle-aged man withdrew his gaze from the first floor, turned the ring on his thumb, and said in a gentle tone,

"Don't you think so, boy."

"A group of low-class worker ants who are busy camping, well, but they can also provide some entertainment after dinner."

Zhong Yuanzhong did not intend to speak.

The middle-aged man was not angry when he saw this, he just nodded and smiled at the red-haired boy, turned around and walked into the cabin of the airship.

The generous and calm appearance is completely different from the mean face a minute ago.

The ocher-haired mafia looked at the man walking away, somehow feeling that the man looked familiar.

It's a bit like the one who has often appeared on TV recently, running for the next parliamentarian...

A conjecture lingered in his mind, and this conjecture was confirmed when he walked through the carpeted corridor and stepped into the hall.

Golden lights fell from overhead, and shining glassware was placed on the long table.

Passengers wearing masks gathered in twos and threes everywhere, chatting with each other, and the pale golden champagne was served in tulip-shaped goblets, exuding the aroma of wine.

Everyone had a proper smile on the corner of their mouth, but in the suppressed whispers, a hidden excitement was accidentally revealed, as if they couldn't wait, waiting for the good show to be staged.

The appearance of Zhongye in the Central Plains did not cause too many waves among this group of people.

Only a few people, when they found out that the red-haired boy was a 'newcomer', they cast a bit of inquiring eyes, but quickly withdrew them without interest. Only one of them lit up slightly, got up and walked towards the Central Plains Come.

"Hey, long time no see, Central Plains cadre."

Here, calling him a 'cadre' is only one possible answer.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyes and glanced at the man's covered half face, his eyes paused slightly on the cross scar on the man's chin,

"Are you, Yamamoto from [Inugane Group]?"

"Hahaha, no, no." The scarred man smiled heartily,

"I'm Katsumura. Although brother Yamamoto doesn't want to miss this mission, he was sent to Thailand urgently by the leader. For the time being, I will take over the future work of brother."

Take over, future work.

The man said it easily, but the message he conveyed was not that simple.

The cadres of an organization will be 'temporarily' taken over by others, which only shows that that Kentaro Yamamoto must have committed a serious crime.

of errors are on the verge of being dealt with by the organization.

what a pity.

It seems that the follow-up cooperation with [Inujin Group] needs to make some changes.

Zhong Yuan also nodded tacitly.

Then again, Thailand? 【Inukin Team】Is there a line in Southeast Asia?

A question flashed through the mind of the ocher-haired mafia, but his intuition told him that it would be better not to over-explore, otherwise it would be easy to open the door to a strange new world.

However, since people from [Inujin Group] appeared on this airship for the reason of 'mission', it is a signal in itself.

Katsumura didn't mean to hide this either.

After all, as long as you are willing to investigate such a scandal, you will soon get the answer. Instead of hiding it, it is better to use it as a piece of information to sell Hong Kong and black face.

"Central Plains cadres probably don't have the habit of paying attention to Tokyo's social news?"

Katsumura said casually, "Three children disappeared in a row, and one of them happened to be the daughter of a member of our gossip news agency."

It would be fine if it was just an ordinary kidnapping case, but they happened to be behind and found traces of foreign trafficking.

【Inukin Group】Of course it is not an official organization that upholds justice.

But in one territory, one must abide by the rules of that territory.

It's not just a misunderstanding, it can be said that it's not a misunderstanding to poke your hand into the wild dog's area and even take the knife on their subordinate club.

Speaking of this, Katsumura, who had a bold and cheerful appearance, had a smile that was completely contrary to his temperament,

"It seems that the arrival of this young pope has really brought a lot of market opportunities and confidence to the chopsticks in Tokyo."

Like mosquitoes, they popped out one after another.

The Central Plains also understand.

The intelligence document that Mori Ou diplomatically gave him also recorded the pope's "great achievements".

Although there is no clear evidence, if you follow the remaining clues all the way, you will find that in every country and city where Pope Clement stayed, there will be several cases of missing children by coincidence.

When the local police track down to the end, they often find that the perpetrators are almost all some gray forces in the country, or well-known local snakes.

Even if they wanted to arrest and interrogate them, when the police car arrived at the hiding place, they were greeted only by the burnt-out scene and a charred corpse.

Among them, the most critical child also completely disappeared with Pope Clement's departure.

There are only a few tentative rumors that the ruthless group of buyers inadvertently mentioned that they collectively called the children they bought 'Choir' (choir).

The choir, originated from the choral group of the church, is generally served by children under the age of 12.

And those missing children happen to be in this age group.

It is unknown how the official police of various countries view this, but if it is said that it has nothing to do with that Clement, obviously no one will believe it.

The only difference is that Tokyo's [Inukane Group] didn't intend to talk about evidence.

"What are you going to do?" Nakahara Nakaya looked at Katsumura.

"Hey—" the quasi-cadres of [Inugane Group] grinned.

Just when he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a 'pop', and the brilliant lights in the arena dimmed.

A beam of stage highlights shone in the center of the hall like a performance.

An auctioneer in a white tuxedo appeared under the lights.

He was wearing white gloves, and a mask of the same color covered half of his face, only showing smiling lips and a smooth chin.

He put his hands on his chest and bowed gracefully to everyone.

The VIPs in the hall suddenly became restless.

Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that many men and women sitting on the sofa sat up straight and leaned forward slightly, with strong expectations in their eyes.

"So--"

The auctioneer straightened up, his clear voice aroused the interest of the passengers in the arena,

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to the Noah,"

"Before we officially take off, please allow me to introduce the appetizers and desserts, the choir."

"According to the usual practice, those who have participated in the auction cannot bid again. Please remember that every choir is a gift from the gods. May they bring you a beautiful journey."

Following the voice of the auctioneer, twenty birdcage-shaped display cabinets were pushed out by the waiter and appeared in front of everyone one by one.

That was twenty children.

The youngest is eight years old, and the oldest is no more than 12 years old. They are uniformly dressed in holy prayer white robes, and their appearance is delicate and delicate.

Like a cute angel or a well-behaved toy, it sits quietly in the transparent display cabinet.

Even as it is now, several scrutinizing eyes fall on them, whether they are funny or critical, they can't shake the seemingly static smile on their lips.

"Number one, Angel, comes from a country covered with ice and snow all the year round..."

The auctioneer's introduction came, and passengers raised their cards one after another to take away their fancy children.

Outside the crowd, Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned in disgust.

The mask covered his ugly expression at the moment, but the tense muscles on his arms and the cold lines on his face were enough to explain his current mood.

"The choir leader, the group of people gave this auction a name."

Katsumura next to him explained, "Every VIP who is invited will choose a favorite 'choir' to take with him before the airship takes off. It's called a tour guide, but in fact..."

"Hehe." Katsumura, the quasi-cadre of the [Inukane Group], sneered,

"Sometimes when I look at this group of people, I can't tell the difference between us and them, who is really disgusting."

Just like PortMafia, which prohibits the trading of X products in Yokohama, Tokyo [Inukane Group] also has a restricted area that is absolutely prohibited.

It doesn't matter if it's the crocodile's tears, or the ridiculous hypocrisy of the Mafia.

Anyway, the rules are there.

Katsumura took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth to cover his mouth without smoking.

"Central Plains officer, although we don't know how PortMafia got here, we can tell you now."

"We are here this time, first, to bring back the daughter of that unlucky guy, and second, to deal with some people a little bit before getting off the plane."

"We don't care about other cities, but this is Tokyo."

Besides, they are all guys who hide their heads and show their tails anyway.

It's not uncommon to get lost in the sea during this perilous celestial journey, isn't it?

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the passengers holding up the placards at the auction, and looked back with disinterest.

"It's up to you, as long as you don't get in the way of my mission."

Saying this sentence, it can be regarded as a statement made by the red-haired boy from the position of PortMafia.

"Oh, thank you very much."

Katsumura smiled heartily, and when the auctioneer read No. 12 thrush, he raised a placard to bring back the daughter of the unlucky member of his organization.

It was a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes, half of her braid had been cut off, and there were still traces of slaps on her face.

In order to prevent her from crying again, the organizer directly gave her medicine, and she is still lethargic.

"Well...it's okay, it's just that the hair is a little messy. Although it's a bit ugly, it will come back after raising it."

Katsumura patted the little girl on the head, like carrying a sack, and threw the child on his shoulders.

Nakahara Chuya twitched the corners of his mouth when he saw this heroic action, and wanted to say something, but he still silently closed his mouth.

There is no need to stay here anymore.

Even in the Central Plains, when he was about to leave, and when the members of the 'Holy Heaven Tin Staff' were pulled out as soon as possible, as if by fate, the solemn voice of the auctioneer floated through the crowd and fell into the ears of the brown-haired mafia.

"—Finally, the long-awaited part has come!"

"Our emerald gem this time comes from the gods flowing from the Olympus Mountains, comparable to the lost emerald gem, the heart of love Morafe—"

Chuya Zhongya's footsteps stopped.

An ominous sense of déjà vu slowly emerged.

This feeling... last time was in 'Wheel of Hope'...

Wait, speaking of it, that idiot's phone doesn't seem to get through right now, plus the strange dream I had when I was in the car——

No, can't you? !

Zhong Yuanzhong also froze.

He turned his head abruptly, his sharp cobalt blue pupils instinctively scanned the hall.

It was found that apart from him and Katsumura of the [Inukane Group], there were about three to four of the remaining nineteen passengers, and there were no children standing beside them.

This means that these four people have not raised their cards from the beginning to the end, and have been waiting for the last 'choir'.

At the same time, with the sound of the pulley rail, a birdcage covered with a green curtain slowly fell from the ceiling, and finally stopped at a height of one meter from the ground.

Just in the center of everyone's sight, where the eyes are focused.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the birdcage in mid-air, and the [Wish Gem] hidden on his body was attached to his heart, emitting a warm temperature as if sensing it.

"—to present to you the newest member of our 'choir', a rare gem comparable to the heart of Emoraffi—"

The auctioneer walked under the suspended birdcage, and the shining spotlight followed his figure and landed on the curtain together.

"Our—Number 0, Son of Heaven!"

The green curtain covering the birdcage slid down like silk, revealing the sleeping girl inside.

She didn't wear a white prayer robe like the rest of the choir.

Instead, the female waiter carefully changed into a retro and exquisite Lolita dress, and the red gemstones hanging from the forehead reflected the radiance of the girl's skin.

The waist-length red hair fell around her neck and was entwined. With her peaceful breathing, it undulated slightly on her chest.

The air in the hall suddenly became quiet.

Men's, women's, middle-aged, and young people's eyes fell on the face of the girl in the cage uncontrollably.

As if afraid of being disturbed, the breath is lighter than a feather.

As if sensing the fiery gaze of one of them, the red-haired girl's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and under the gaze of the crowd, she slowly opened her eyes.

The emerald pupils, like jewels, are clear and shining under the light.

It's really [Heart of Love Morafe].

No, she was alive, more than that—

The girl in the cage blinked her eyes as if she was confused, she sat up slightly, and her calm pupils scanned the people with their heads raised below as if observing.

When she saw a familiar ocher-haired figure, she unexpectedly opened her eyes wide, and then uncontrollably, a pure smile appeared in her pupils.

The red-haired girl raised her hand and waved happily in the direction of Nakahara Chuya,

[Yah~ Mr. Chuya, what a coincidence! 】

A series of sucking sounds sounded in the air. After two seconds of silence in the silent hall, time resumed its rotation in the third second.

The guests who hadn't raised their cards suddenly stood up from the sofa, asking for prices everywhere!

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

Does this scene look familiar?

Outside the crowd, under the horrified gaze of [Inukin Group] Katsumura, Nakahara Chuya deftly crushed the champagne glass in his hand with a 'snap'.

"Then, that Central Plains cadre...?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head expressionlessly, he opened his hand, and the shards of the glass rustled from the palm of his hand, fell silently into the carpet under his feet, and were crushed into fine powder by the gravity.

"Sorry, Katsumura,"

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked quietly, "Have you brought your card?"

Katsumura: "..."

The man looked at the powder on the ground and swallowed in fear.

If he said no...wouldn't it be 'like this cup'?