The lover that gravity makes is wrong

The children's wraith outside the window did not stay for long, and soon disappeared, reintegrating into the dark night.

In fact, they didn't seem to be hostile. After seeing Chuya Nakahara's clothes and accessories clearly and finding nothing he was looking for, they withdrew their eyes indifferently and took the initiative to eliminate the figure.

And the black handprints on the glass quietly lost their traces as they left.

Like a phantom, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the guest room returned to their original transparency.

In the room, the red-haired ghost girl finally couldn't hold back the constant drowsiness. She covered her mouth and yawned delicately, with physiological tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes.

"Would you like to sleep for a while, Sanzi?" Zhongyuan Zhong also wiped the moisture from the corners of the girl's eyes with his fingertips.

"Ah."

The little red-haired girl nodded, and before Nakahara could carry her back to the bedroom, she rubbed her eyes and jumped off the sofa by herself.

The third son grabbed the little short hand, pulled the coat that Zhongyuan Zhongye had thrown on the sofa, hugged it in his arms, and ran to the side of the red-haired boy.

Then, under Zhongya Zhongye's suspicious gaze, he nimbly jumped onto the sofa where the red-haired boy was, slipped into Zhongye Zhongye's arms, and found a comfortable angle to lie down with his head resting on the mafia's thigh. Down.

I didn't forget to get up halfway, like patting a soft pillow, I pressed my little hands on it, and specially found a place with a lot of flesh to pillow on.

Then he closed his eyes confidently and covered his coat.

As if falling asleep on the spot.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"You said it, Mr. Chuya, you can do anything to you at any time..."

The third son turned his face to the side, and rubbed affectionately on Zhongyuan Zhongye's thigh, with a reassuring expression on his face,

"So, let me sleep on it for a while, and the dinner party started to call me up, absolutely... Huh, don't steal, sneak away, huh—"

The red-haired girl's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into even breathing. Holding Nakahara Chuya's coat, she fell into a deep sleep.

"..."

Is this the latest form of torture? !

The one she likes is lying on her lap, waiting for his face, sleeping defenselessly with her coat in her arms.

But he can't do anything!

Whether it's from a human point of view or from a man's point of view.

Take a step forward, but the abyss ahead!

Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his face tremblingly, sighed wearily, feeling the long-lost heart fatigue.

But in the end, he just looked at the third son indulgently, without getting up.

Time slipped by quietly.

Until the red-haired girl pillowed his leg and muttered "the pillow is too hard, not soft enough" in her mouth,

While holding the man's coat, his consciousness completely sank into a dream, and Nakahara Nakaya reached out and gently touched the girl's slightly hot cheek.

The boy's slender fingers gently brushed away the broken bangs stuck on the girl's eyelashes.

Then the five fingers bent and slowly inserted into the third son's hair.

Pressing his fingertips against the girl's scalp, he patiently combed the knotted red hair with his fingers little by little.

"Third son, there is something that you have never told the truth."

The voice of the ocher mafia echoed in the quiet room, as light as the breathing of a girl in her sleep at this time.

"Those children's grievances are only part of the reason. There is another more important reason why you chose to use this appearance to mix into this motorboat."

And this answer -

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyes, and his cobalt blue pupils looked at the invitation letter that was randomly thrown on the table.

The answer lies in this letter.

Will find this out, and thanks to a redheaded ghost for the inspiration.

Just like Mori Ogai's idea of ​​getting the thing that can change the power of reality, Nakahara also has his own considerations.

According to the clues provided by the third son and [Inujin Group], the VIP guests who received the invitation letter basically have an inseparable relationship with the trafficked children's body, the 'choir'.

So, what is the reason why they sent an invitation letter to PortMafia, which has nothing to do with it?

Revenge from the former religious organization Shengtianxican?

It just doesn't make sense.

This organization was originally a puppet that died in the hands of the white unicorn Shibusawa Ryuhiko during the dragon head war, and had no direct connection with the Communist Party.

Even if they are really 'resurrected', they should not be targeted unless——

Unless, someone wants Hong Kong Black to notice this matter.

To be more precise, I hope that someone from Gang Hei will board this airship.

Holy tin staff is the introduction of the way

The power to change the world's perception of Tokyo Tower is the bait thrown to Mori Ogai

And the hook biter that the other party really wanted was him, Zhongya Zhongyuan.

As evidence—

Nakahara Zhong also raised his hand and moved his fingers slightly.

The next moment, I saw the invitation letter spread out on the table, standing up like life, and under the control of gravity, it slowly floated to the eyes of the brown-haired mafia, suspended in mid-air.

A finger in a black glove touches the paper.

The red light of the supernatural power spread along the fingertips of Nakahara Chuya, and spread on the paper. The moment they touched, the handwriting on the letter was like pen and ink in water, all dissolved and turned into pieces of broken words. Flying on the paper, rearranging and combining.

Considering that the red-haired little girl was sleeping soundly, even though the sun had completely disappeared into the sky, the ocher-haired mafia did not turn on the lights.

The room was dark, only the floor lamp near the sofa was unscrewed by one hand, and the warm yellow soft light in the lampshade faintly illuminated the smooth side face of the ochre-haired boy, who was sleeping soundly on his lap. girl profile.

Although it wasn't clear enough, the brightness was enough for Zhongyuan Zhong to see the contents of the letter clearly.

Under Zhongyuan Zhongye's silent gaze, the word blocks were spliced ​​into a pattern, and a familiar pattern bloomed on the invitation letter, appearing in front of his eyes.

The ominous lines, like thorns, entangled on the white letter like cobwebs, beating and climbing towards the pattern representing the heart.

The black stripes squirmed like life, and at a certain moment, it seemed to turn into a distorted human face, slowly bared its mouth, and silently laughed wildly at the mafia outside the paper.

This pattern is exactly the same as that seen on the waist and abdomen of the third son Zhongya Zhongya on the day of the Obon Festival.

【"Chuya, I found traces of the Dragon Head War Bai Qilin incident behind me... There are three groups of people who are staring at Yokohama and Miss Sanzi."】

【"If one day, you find that the three sons lose their typical emotions when facing you, it means that the backlash of the 'wish curse' has already begun—"】

【"Third son, I'll leave it to you, Lord Zhongyuan."】

……

…………

Different dialogues and information converged in the mind of the gravitational agent, and an answer that was infinitely close to the truth could be obtained with almost no extra guesswork.

The holy tin cane is the introduction of the way, and the power to change the world's cognition is the bait thrown to Mori Ogai.

But he, the hook-biter, Zhongya Zhongyuan, is the best catalyst to deal with the third son and aggravate the red-haired ghost's 'wish curse'.

"All such disgusting means—"

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fists suddenly, and the invitation letter floating in the air, together with the thorn pattern on it, was crushed by gravity in an instant, turning into paper sand and falling into the carpet.

The anger floating around the mafia alarmed the sleeping red-haired ghost messenger.

Sanzi, who was holding a black coat, frowned slightly, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. Just as she was about to open her eyes, a big hand stretched out from the side, covering her eyes.

The other palm patted the girl's back reassuringly,

"There's still a little time, go to sleep, third son."

When we wake up, we'll get rid of that disgusting guy.

*******

at the same time

Office of the Chief of PortMafia

Mori Ogai was sitting behind a large desk, and beside him was a stack of intelligence summaries about the Dragon Head War and the mimic period.

He was holding an intelligence collection from overseas, flipping through the corner of the page casually.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed humanoid was rarely noisy, wearing a new skirt, sitting quietly on the edge of the couch, scooping up the strawberry cake on the plate.

For a while, in the huge chief's office, only the rustling of paper pages and the crisp sound of colliding with teacups and porcelain could be heard.

On the sofa, Alice picked up a piece of cake, stared at the strawberries above for a while, and suddenly said,

"Rin Taro, in fact, you have no hope at all. Chuuya really brought that pope back."

"According to the past development, if there are no accidents, he will probably end up in the same fate as Hyoudou Kazun."

"Am I being so obvious?"

Hearing this, Mori Ogai raised his head from the information and said with a smile,

"But Alice-chan, we have to maintain a little illusion about life occasionally. What if? If it succeeds, Hong Kong? Black might also have a [book] that fulfills their wishes."

Hehe, the uncle who only pursues the best solution, unexpectedly one day talks about phantoms.

... Hey.

Alice couldn't hold back, and honestly showed a disgusted expression.

"So Zhongye's mission is useless at all."

The blond humanoid ability concluded.

She glanced up at Mori Ogai, as if simply looking at Mori Ogai was unhappy, and wanted to break the smile on his face, Alice rolled her eyes, and deliberately poked his heart and lungs with the little devil,

"Send your combat power to work in vain, be careful that you will lose all your money in the end, Hayashi Taro."

"Although it is threatening, Mafia does not do charity without return."

"Alice sauce, you know, the free ones are the most expensive."

The smile on Mori Ogai's face deepened.

Anyway, even if he doesn't speak, Mr. Zhongye will act on his own when he realizes the situation. In this case, it's better to sell that ghost for a favor.

Favor from Huangquan Hell, that is a more precious bargaining chip than the 50 billion in the Dragon Head War.

"Moreover--"

Mori Ou takeaway blinked his eyes at his supernatural ability cutely, and said righteously,

"After all, it's about the future wives of important subordinates. As the leader of the organization, I certainly can't stand by and watch."

Earn favors, and by the way, gain the gratitude of your subordinates——

A certain crumb leader, who was about to go empty-handed, made a crackling plan.

Alice looked at the profiteer for a moment.

Facing the bright dislike on the blonde's supernatural face, Mori Ogai was not angry, but smiled tolerantly.

He moved his eyes to the last page of the information, looking at the biography of Pope Clement on it, and after a while, let out a breath slowly, and said with a sigh,

"But the wishes of all living beings—"

"Should this be a fateful reunion, or the karmic reincarnation of the so-called hell... Speaking of which, the dinner party on the airship should start soon, right?"

Alice looked up at the clock on the wall.

There is still half an hour before the pointer reaches 12.

****

"There is still half an hour..."

Airboat, first floor, in one of the guest rooms

A middle-aged man with half-gray hair rubbed his palms, fidgeted and stood up from the edge of the bed, and paced back and forth in the room.

He was muttering something, turning back from time to time to check the items arranged on the bed, for fear of missing something.

If it was an ordinary train room, such an intrusive behavior would have already drawn the eyes of the roommates.

But at this moment, none of the other four passengers in the guest room on the first floor stood up and said anything.

Because their mood is the same.

Unlike VIP rooms on the second floor, there are only ten rooms on the first floor.

Five people squeezed into a small space of ten square meters, except for the upper and lower bunk beds where people lay down, there was only a narrow corridor leading to the outside in the cramped room.

It is hard to imagine that this is the configuration that a luxurious airship should have, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a sleeper in a train compartment.

However, no one cares about these, they are not here to enjoy.

The parents lowered their heads, holding the speech script in their hands, and recited it over and over again, even though they had already memorized the above words, they did not dare to be distracted.

Only one woman is an exception.

After boarding the airship, she neither arranged the items for the banquet display nor wrote a word on the paper.

Just motionless, sitting on the lower bunk bed, stroking the old toy in his hand in a daze.

"Is this really good?"

The woman on the lower bunk held the doll left by her son in her arms, and suddenly said,

"Take the precious memories of us and our children to fight those people's tears and sympathy... Aren't they watching a joke for entertainment?"

"Can they really understand our despair?"

The voice of reciting in the room suddenly fell silent, and the man who was pacing anxiously stopped, and turned to look at the woman who asked the question.

"...What does it matter then?"

In the silence, the old man on the opposite bed spoke slowly, with a calm ruthlessness in his voice,

"Whether it's entertainment or jokes, it's just worthless dignity. If you give it, you will give it...as long as my child can get it back."

The old man said cherishingly touching the pencil words on the manuscript.

This is what he spent a day and a night with his wife at home before coming here.

The husband and wife were not intellectuals at first, and they couldn't remember many words, so they could only look up their daughter's old dictionary, check them one by one, and then copy them down for use.

Even if those rich people really want to watch a joke, so what?

The old man sat on the edge of the bed with his back bent, and slowly said to the speech in his hand,

"Take it if you want, I just want to get the 'investment' and get the child back."

- They came to 'beg'.

Everyone knows it, but no one cares.

They just want their kids back.

The half-haired man took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes. After putting them back on, he continued to recite the manuscript and count the exhibits needed for the banquet.

The woman stopped talking.

She sat silently.

After a long time, she took out a pen from her bag, and slowly wrote words on her son's homework book by the light.

The same scene was also staged in the remaining nine guest rooms.

The pointer moved one by one on the dial until it completely coincided with the position of 12, a knock on the door sounded outside the guest room on the first floor.

The parents in the guest room shook their backs, stood up collectively, and looked at the person who notified them.

At the same time, in the VIP room on the second floor

The nineteen noble guests also sat up from their respective benches one after another.

Someone lifted the quilt, kicked the bruised and naked 'choir' from the bed, and instructed him to pour water for himself.

On the other hand, some noble ladies who are more respectful have finished their makeup early and are carefully applying lipstick in front of the mirror.

The 'choir' she photographed was holding a mirror, obediently waiting aside.

Bright red rippled on the woman's plump lips, and the blood-like pure scarlet color made her squint her eyes in fascination.

The lady admired herself in the mirror for a while, then suddenly raised her head, and smiled at the 'choir' holding the mirror,

"Are you happy? You will see your parents soon."

The room was very quiet, and no one answered her.

The choir holding mirrors was also silent, and the muscles on their faces did not move.

The lady didn't feel disappointed either, she took the mask from the waiter with a smile and put it on her face.

The door leading to the hall opened in front of her, and the 'choir' behind her obediently followed.

However, at the moment when the gate closed, none of the VIP guests who were walking in front noticed that the shadow cast by the 'choir' behind them suddenly distorted for a moment like a living thing.

Under the light of the promenade, the delicate and delicate face flashed across the texture of straw very quickly.

The waiter who accidentally caught a glimpse turned his head suddenly, and when he looked carefully, everything returned to normal.

...is it an illusion?

The waiter of the airship blinked but didn't care.

He didn't see it at all, just behind him, outside the dark window, children's wraiths were lying on the glass, silently staring at their backs as they walked towards the hall, and then grinned and opened their mouths with a 'hee'.

master room

The man who had been waiting for a long time stood up from the chair, and the bright light from the ceiling fell, revealing his short golden hair and green eyes.

As if unwilling to be rude to the long-awaited meeting, the young Pope carefully checked his attire in front of a long mirror and adjusted the angle of his cuff buttons.

With his movements, the emerald gem on the power ring was shining like life on his finger, shining brightly.

Clement glanced at the gemstone with downcast eyes, curled up the corners of his lips in satisfaction, and his smile reflected on the mirror became deeper.

At this moment, the parents on the first floor, the dignitaries on the second floor, and the pope on the third floor.

On the airship, three different groups of people tacitly raised their eyes to look in the direction of the hall, and showed unanimous smiles at the same time.

——"It's really exciting, tonight."

at the same time

The sleeping third son opened his eyes after being awakened by the ocher-haired mafia.

She jumped off the sofa, and after stretching energetically, she took Nakahara Chuya's fingers with her small hand.

"Let's go, Teacher Chuya, the banquet is about to begin."