The lover that gravity makes is wrong

...wait a minute, something is wrong.

After calming down, Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly discovered the sense of disobedience in the third son.

It is clear that not long ago, this idiot would still be so shy that he wanted to escape just because of a word, but now——

Zhongyuan Zhong also let go of the girl slightly, and lowered his head to observe the reaction of the third son.

At this moment, the red-haired girl was leaning in the arms of the red-haired boy with a relaxed expression, holding the shirt on the Mafia's chest with one hand, rubbing her eyes sleepily with the other hand, and yawning a little.

As if sensing the sight falling from the top of his head, the third son raised his face, and met the gaze of the red-haired boy calmly, with doubts in his eyes,

"What's wrong? Teacher Chuya."

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the third son carefully for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and held the red-haired girl's cheek.

Compared with the face of the third son who was one size smaller at this time, the palm of the brown-haired boy with well-defined knuckles could almost easily wrap the girl's entire face without leaving a single gap.

Zhongya Nakahara pinched the girl's jaw, and his fingers with gun calluses inadvertently scraped the soft skin.

His thumb pressed the corner of Sanzi's lips, then stroked gently along the lip line, and stopped at the lip bead.

The whole process was very slow, as if the rhythm was deliberately slowed down.

The ocher-haired mafia stared unblinkingly at the third son's face, not letting go of the red-haired girl's expression change.

However nothing happened.

The red-haired girl just scratched her chin which was itchy from Gun Cocoon, and the inexplicable doubt in her eyes became more intense.

"Teacher Zhongye, you shouldn't be doubting my identity, looking for traces of the legendary disguise?"

The third son looked suspiciously at Chuya Zhongyuan, with the words "the ship of friendship is about to capsize" written all over his face.

"What are you talking about in your sleep?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also patted Sanzi's forehead, and while the girl was pretending to cry out in pain, he put one hand on Sanzi's leg, picked him up, walked back to the sofa and sat down,

"I don't know about the others, but you, I will never admit my mistake."

The ocher-haired boy spoke lightly, but the third son felt a twitch in his heart, instinctively feeling a familiar emotion welling up from his heart.

It was so warm that she wanted to cover her face.

But when it was realized, it dissipated quickly, so fast that the third son thought he had an illusion.

……Eh?No, what was she trying to do just now?

The third son was stunned, and happened to miss the solemnity that flashed across Zhongyuan Zhongye's face.

Sure enough, the emotions were absorbed.

……

…………

——【"Happy, angry, worried, thoughtful, sad, fearful, frightened, human beings have seven emotions, and on this point, ghosts are the same."】

At the end of the Obon Festival, the third son followed the ghost lantern and the jailers to the present world to capture the dead who did not want to go back to hell.

In the commotion, no one noticed that a figure in an old black sailor uniform quietly appeared beside Zhongya Zhongya.

Wearing a ritual mask on her face, she stood side by side with the red-haired boy disguised as a ghost, keeping a distance of three meters.

The crowd passed through the two of them like a stream, and the hell girl stood at the end near the other side, and the cold reminder passed through the neon lights of the present world, and passed into the ears of Chuya Zhongyuan.

【"Fear will disappear first, then worry and anger."】

【"However, these are not common emotions for the third son."】

【"But Nakahara Chuya, if one day you find that the three sons have lost their typical emotions when facing you, it means that the backlash of the'wish curse' has already begun."】

And the most frightening thing is that during the whole process, the ghost bearer of the "wish curse" will not notice anything.

The thing clings and is quiet.

Then, bite by bite, he devoured all of Sanzi's feelings until she was completely drained.

【"...I don't know why Master Ghost Lantern placed the bet on you, but if you fail in the end—"】

Yan Moai turned her head, and her deep eyes came out from the two holes of the mask's eyes. For a moment, she looked like a real evil spirit.

【"I promise, your life, the organization you are loyal to, I will..."】

Under the mask, the hell girl opened her mouth and said something.

The wind blew past the position between the two, and the howling wind overshadowed Yan Moai's last words.

When Nakahara Chuya looked again, the figure in the black sailor suit had disappeared like a phantom in the neon night street.

……

…………

"...Mr. Zhongye, Teacher Zhongye!"

The cry next to his ear brought back Zhongye Piaoyuan's thoughts in the Central Plains, the red-haired boy lowered his head, and met the puzzled eyes of the third son,

"What's wrong? Teacher Chuya, your face is ugly."

Nakahara looked at Sanzi for a while, then raised his hand to pinch the girl's cheek,

"It's nothing, I just suddenly miss the way you blushed and couldn't say a word."

The third son's eyes were instantly sharp: "...Are you a pervert, Teacher Zhongye?"

"Well, it's a bit strange to say that."

The red-haired girl rubbed her chin thoughtfully, looked at Nakahara Chuya left and right as if researching, and said something quite extraordinary with her usual face,

"I always feel that now, I seem to be able to do whatever I want to Teacher Chuya, and I won't feel any other considerations."

"Okay, I get it now!"

The third son hammered his palm with his right hand, and suddenly realized, "This is what the legend says, the body has become smaller, and the mind has also evolved along with it!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Obviously it was such an uneasy time, but looking at the red-haired girl, Nakahara, for some reason, suddenly felt a sense of relief that didn't match the heaviness.

The hidden gem of wish was attached to the chest of the red-haired boy, just near the heart.

The slightly hot temperature made Zhongyuan Zhong also feel as if his body was in an ice cellar, and he also warmed up.

Zhongyuan Zhong also put his forehead on the forehead of the third son, and laughed softly,

"Yes, Sanzi, you can do anything to me at any time."

"However, you reminded me."

As if he had thought of a good idea, the ocher-haired mafia suddenly reached out and took out his mobile phone from his pocket. In front of his third son, he turned on the recording button with a smile, and said coaxingly,

"Come on, third son, repeat what you just said."

"Repeat what?"

The third son looked at the recording suspiciously, "The body has become smaller, but the mind has evolved?"

Nakahara Chuya: "No, the previous sentence."

It's getting weirder and weirder...

Even though he was thinking this way, the red-haired ghost messenger, who has always been easy to talk to his own people, still did not refuse Chuya Nakahara's request, and repeated the words again,

"I want to do whatever I desire to Teacher Chuya."

Zhong Yuanzhong also chuckled in satisfaction, pressed the save button of the recording, and put the phone away again.

He even changed it to a special place, and put it in the other pocket, which is absolutely out of reach with the current third son's short hand.

The third son looked at the recorded recording, then raised his face to look at Zhongya Zhongyuan.

The strangely satisfied look on the other party's face made the third son always have the illusion that he had done something stupid and handed over the evidence to the party himself.

... Forget it, I just said what I thought in my heart, so there should be no problem, right?

The red-haired girl blinked her eyes inexplicably, covered her mouth, and yawned again.

It was still evening and sunset, but the third son looked very sleepy.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stretched out his hand, and pressed the back of his hand on the girl's cheek and forehead one after another. The slightly warm temperature under his palm indicated the fact that a certain red-haired ghost had started to have a low-grade fever.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned: "What's the matter, third son?"

"It's okay, it's just that there are some side effects from drinking the potion that simulates a human child."

While speaking, the red-haired ghost yawned again, and the emerald pupils glowed with a layer of physiological water.

"is it?"

Nakahara also raised his hand to brush away the girl's red hair sticking to her cheeks due to thin sweat, and casually placed her fingers on the side of Sanzi's neck, which happened to be where the artery was beating.

"Including this abnormal body temperature?"

The third son paused, and quickly covered up the momentary unnaturalness in his expression by rubbing his eyes,

"Because it is a simulated potion that changes the shape, there is no way hahaha."

The red-haired ghost guard grabbed his hair and laughed dryly, trying to straighten his back under the gaze cast by Zhongyuan Zhongye, restraining the eyes that subconsciously wanted to wander because of guilty conscience.

The ocher-haired mafia did not speak, he looked at the third son for a while, and suddenly said as a reminder,

"Third son, I said 'this is not an example'."

"Once again, it won't be that simple."

What Nakahara Chuya is referring to here is the kindergarten-level coquettish method that a certain red-haired girl just used not long ago, in order to muddle through.

Of course the third son knew, but he still opened his eyes and nodded seriously: "Of course! I promise, there is nothing to hide!"

The surface is impeccable, but in fact, the pulse and heartbeat speed under the palm is so fast that it can fly into the sky.

Little liar, can't even tell a lie.

Now, the ochre-haired mafia who are also good at some interrogation skills can be sure that a certain red-haired ghost is even a cheater at the kindergarten level.

Nakahara Nakaya looked at the third son with cobalt blue pupils, until the latter's expression became more and more stiff, and cold sweat was about to start to break out on his forehead, the brown-haired mafia seemed to let it go, and put away the probing meaning in his eyes.

He raised his hand and rubbed the red-haired girl's hair, and changed the subject accordingly.

"So, who are you going to take to hell this time?"

"Teacher Chuya, don't make people look like a god of death, I was invited here dignifiedly."

The third son showed a look of disapproval, but in fact he heaved a sigh of relief.

Nakahara raised his eyebrows, and poked his finger on the red-haired girl's forehead in a funny way, "Pretending to be a child like this?"

"Well……"

The red-haired girl puffed up her cheeks in disbelief, half wanting to bite on some mafioso's finger.

But after thinking about it for a while, the third son decided to get down to business first: "Becoming a child is actually a necessary reason."

"Teacher Zhongye, lend me your invitation letter."

Zhongyuan Zhong also heard the words, and handed the invitation folder PortMafia received to the third son without the slightest hesitation.He didn't seem to care about it, and the mission and information about Hong Kong and black were seen by ghosts.

In fact, Zhongyuanzhong is really not worried.

Not to mention that he has already borrowed the invitation letter from [Inujin Group] to confirm, the content of each letter is basically the same, and they are all official social words and phrases.

Even if the news about Hong Kong and black was really written on it, the most likely thing was that the third son regarded it as useless information and threw it aside.

This is true.

After the third son opened the letter, he directly skipped the part where the original religious organization 'Shengtian Xizhang' was signed and Hong Kong and Hei at the beginning, and his eyes fell on the last sentence, showing a certain expression.

The real intention will not be written on the surface.

They will only avoid the eyes of all caring people, and use another way to reveal their purpose more secretly and arrogantly.

"'If one person can't be found, then mobilize the power of a hundred people. If the police can't do it, then invite more people with social influence to intervene. If you don't give up, God won't give up either. Down, touch thousands of miles, and find the children.'”

"...This is the ordinary passengers on the first floor. What do you think of the content on the invitation letter, Mr. Chuya?"

how about it?

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought of the so-called "choir induction ceremony" when the airship took off, and a sarcasm flashed in his eyes,

"The high-sounding words are not bad."

"Yeah, it's grand, but the passengers on the first floor believed it." The third son said expressionlessly.

Passengers on the first floor came with hope.

If you observe carefully before boarding the airship, you will find that each of them is carrying a small luggage in their hands, holding it in their arms like jewels.

And the things inside are neither banknotes nor valuable items.

Just some well-worn children's clothes and toys everywhere.

Maybe some photos too.

On the invitation letters of the VIP passengers on the second floor, there are also admirable and noble words, but at the end, a red wax seal is stamped.

At first glance, it is a meaningless stain, but if it is turned upside down——

The third son laid the letter flat on the table, turned the angle, and a profile silhouette with an open mouth appeared in front of them.

It looks like a little person who is singing.

Chuya Zhongye's eyes moved slightly: "It's the 'choir'."

——The choir where missing children were trafficked to their homes in every corner of the world.

——In another country, the masked VIP passengers bought the 'choir' for a huge sum of money as a guide to accompany them on a wonderful journey.

This is not a children's charity dinner at all, but a group of scum who deserve to go to hell, carnival in broad daylight.

While playing with consumable 'toys', he appeared in front of the victim's parents as a savior, acting as a sponsor, and bestowing hope on them to find their children.

Nakahara Chuya, who had figured it out from beginning to end, choked up, showing a disgusted expression.

"Mr. Zhongye, you are right. I really have no way to do anything to the living, let alone solve them and enforce justice."

The young red-haired ghost raised his eyes, and in the jewel-like beautiful emerald pupils, there was neither anger nor injustice, just like the calm water, completely cold.

She was sitting on the sofa with her back to the window, the last rays of the setting sun hidden in her eyes.

When the setting sun that illuminated the sky completely disappeared, Zhongyuan, who was sitting opposite her, also saw a black palm print printed on the transparent and clean airship window with a clear 'pop'.

Small, no more than half the size of an adult's palm.

And then the second one.

The third.

the fourth.

……

As if awakened by the coming night, rows of black children's palm prints appeared one after another, and in an instant, they covered the windows of the entire airship's guest room.

Below the night sky where the sun disappeared, the figure of a child wraith emerged.

With their black eye holes open, they were densely packed outside the window, staring straight at the people in the room through the blocking glass.

"—So, it is not me who is qualified to do it, but the little guests who invited me."

The red-haired ghost girl spoke, like a prophecy, foretelling the ending of the next banquet,

"Teacher Chuya, the dinner party is the beginning of the real bad."

"When the time comes, remember to hold my hand tightly and don't leave my side."