The lover that gravity makes is wrong

It was said to be a banquet, but in fact, when Sanzi and Nakahara Nakaya arrived at the hall, they found that all the social arrangements that were originally suitable for receptions had been removed and replaced with neat rows of benches.

And the hollowed-out birdcage hanging in mid-air was also replaced with a floor-to-ceiling high platform, facing the front of the bench.

On the wall behind the high platform is a screen marked with numbers from 1 to 50 and a 2-minute countdown.

This isn't a dinner party, at least not to the first floor of parents entering this hall.

It's a show stage through and through.

The task of these parents is to let the VIPs sitting in the audience play God for a while and enjoy this 100-minute live performance.

Tsk, disgusting bad taste.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned in disgust, his stern gaze swept over the masked man on the bench who was whispering and snickering, and suddenly stopped in one place.

There is also a separate suite above the hall with benches.

A semi-open platform extends outward, and a blond man is sitting inside.

He rested his arms on the armrest of the chair, looking down at the people below.

There is no mask on the man's face, and there is always a gentle and loving smile in his eyes when he looks at others, just like his status as the pope.

And when the red-haired ghost messenger appeared in the hall, Zhong Yuanzhong also clearly saw that the man named Clement's eyes had changed.

The gaze she casts is unpleasantly self-satisfied and possessive, like a maker, looking at and appreciating the most proud work of her life, waiting for the moment when she will function.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a step sideways, covering the figure of the third son, and Sen Han's eyes pierced the blond man like a sharp knife.

It seemed that he just remembered that beside his 'Son of God', there was such a ferocious black beast.

Clement smiled slightly, rolled up the corners of his lips provocatively, and silently mouthed to Zhong Yuanzhong,

[May the defeated dog under the curse. 】

It turned out to be you——! ! !

Nakahara Chuya, who understood the mouth shape, suddenly shrank his pupils to the extreme.

Murderous anger surged from the young man's cobalt blue eyes, and just as he was about to unscrew the opponent's head, the ochre-haired mafia felt his knees sink, it was the third son.

The red-haired girl jumped up, sat on Nakahara Chuya's lap, and firmly grasped his hand.

"Wait a little longer, Teacher Chuya, it's not time yet."

The young ghost messenger raised his face and shook his head slightly at Zhong Yuan Zhong.

She said that she came at the invitation of the children's resentful spirits, so now, they are the most important.

Based on this alone, that Pope Clement could not die yet.

The third son still needs to say something through this man's mouth.

From these children's resentful spirits, the third son heard hatred, heard revenge, but more, it was endless confusion.

【"Do Mom and Dad really love me?"】

【"Why didn't you come to me?"】

【"It hurts so much, it hurts so much. Wouldn't mom be happier if I just disappeared like this?"】

These doubts and confusions are like shackles, binding the souls of the children to this airship. If they are not resolved, the children will never be extradited to hell until they dissipate completely.

Therefore, the presence of Pope Clement is a must.

Only when he is there, parents will be forced to see the reality clearly, reveal the confession in their hearts, and give their children answers.

The banquet, for the powerful guests, was a real-life show for entertainment.

For the parents on the first floor, it is an opportunity to 'beg'.

But to those children's grievances, it is only this time to listen and confess.

"So, Teacher Chuya, wait a little longer."

The third son firmly grasped Nakahara Chuya's hand, his crystal emerald eyes stared at the mafia's eyes without blinking, and shook his head persistently without fear of the anger emerging from it.

"I told you..."

Sanzi, do you really care about yourself?

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, a strange guess popped out of his brain without warning.

It was impossible to be sure in the past, but as the red-haired ghost's [voting mantra] deepened, after losing the interference of other emotions, it was like a grand scene on the beach after the tide receded.

On the contrary, the ochre-haired mafia saw clearly that the third son's self-destruction and indifference to himself were hidden under his nature.

【"Mr. Central Plains, the third son will entrust you."】

The words of the assistant ghost and god rang in the ears of Chuya Zhongyuan again like a coincidence.

At that time, the red-haired boy thought that what the assistant officer was referring to was to solve the [Wish Curse], but now, he vaguely seemed to understand the other party's deeper purpose.

A long period of thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also about to speak, when suddenly there was something sweet in his mouth, and a round thing was stuffed into his mouth by the third son. The moment it touched the mouth, a strong flow of cocoa melted on the tip of his tongue.

Uh, with a wonderful auditory hallucination of 'oh ga'.

chocolate?

...Wait, where did you get the chocolate?

The ocher-haired mafia stared blankly, looking at the third son who was pressing his lips.

"Hey, it's a new product I made during the Obon Festival."

The third son bent his eyes cutely, retracted his icing-smeared fingers and licked it off, "I've always wanted to bring it to Mr. Chuya to taste."

"By the way, Mr. Chuya, have I told you that I like the type."

"Huh?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also puzzled, "Why did you say this suddenly?"

"and many more--"

The ocher-haired mafia narrowed its eyes warningly, "You'd better not tell me that you are the one who 'let you die'."

"What are you talking about, Chuya-sensei?"

What kills itself?

The red-haired girl tilted her head in doubt, blinked her eyes and said seriously,

"The type I like is someone who can eat the snapdragon dish I made with a smile! So, Chuya-sensei——"

The ghost girl sitting on Nakahara Nakya's lap held her head up, and the smile in her pupils was like a bright star, generously exposed in the boy's eyes.

The girl stretched out her hand, poked the brown-haired mafia's face with her tender white fingertips, and said in a low voice,

"Laugh."

Nakahara Nakaya's cobalt blue pupils stared at Sanzi for a long time, then suddenly he gently pressed his forehead to the red-haired girl's forehead, his low voice suppressed patience,

"...Third son, when will the potion you drink expire?"

I want to kiss you.

In private suite

"...Mr. Clement?" The waiter looked in surprise at the young pope who accidentally broke his wine glass.

Clement's face was gloomy, but soon, he seemed to think of something, and a smile appeared on his lips again.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly saw the thugs who tried to infect the 'Son of God'."

He restrained the look in his eyes, took the handkerchief handed over, wiped his hands slowly, and said gently to the waiter,

"Don't worry about me, let's start the banquet, the audience must be waiting impatiently."

The waiter bowed with one hand on his chest, raised his hand and gestured towards the distance.

Soon, the lights in the hall dimmed, and a spotlight was cast from the high platform, illuminating the cramped figure in front of the microphone.

——The first one is the woman who questioned the banquet, Shiori Murakami.

"……I."

Shiori Murakami licked the corner of her mouth, and when she uttered the first syllable, the time on the wall ticked, and the countdown began.

The VIP audience in the bench area stopped joking and cast their gazes leisurely.

She has, 2 minutes.

*****

say something...

Come on, say something!

On the high stage, Shiori Murakami gripped the microphone tightly, her palms soaked in sweat, and her haggard face was terribly pale.

She tried several times to open her mouth, but her throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and she couldn't make a sound no matter what.

The countdown behind the time was passing quickly, but in the silent hall, only the sound of the woman's excessive breathing surrounded the room.

A few light laughter sounded from below, as if amused by the clumsy appearance of the women, the ladies covered their mouths with a light smile.

Shiori Murakami looked around the stage in bewilderment.

Everyone I saw had a mask on their face, looking at her faintly through the black holes in their eyes.

For a moment, Shiori Murakami suspected that she saw a group of real ghosts and a weird scarecrow sitting in their arms.

Pieces of sweat rolled down the woman's forehead.

Just when she suspected that she was going crazy, a gaze fell lightly on her face.

Shiori Murakami looked over instinctively. It was a seven-year-old red-haired girl.

There was no sarcasm in her eyes, nor did she look down from above, just calmly, without waves of inquiry——

【What do you want to say? 】

【What do you want to tell your child? 】

"I……"

Shiori Murakami stared blankly at the pair of emerald eyes, the truth in her heart, at this moment, slowly churned, and came out of her mouth——

"if……"

"'If, if only I hadn't given birth to you, it would be fine', this was the last sentence I said to that child."

The woman said in a hoarse voice.

After opening an opening, all that remains is to face the reality and describe the truth.

"My husband is a liar. He is a man who can smile and talk sweet words as long as he gives money. My friends persuaded me and my parents warned me, but I believe him... I have always believed in him... "

So work hard.

Whether it's day or night.

But in the end, the man disappeared.

Abandoning her and the child in her belly, she followed another richer person and left without looking back.

"That child was not born with blessings. I transferred my resentment towards my husband to her. I, I dare not look at her, I don't want to see her..."

However, when she held herself carefully with that small hand and called her 'Mom'——

When he was obviously not as tall as the stove, but he was trying hard to learn how to cook noodles——

When she raised her head happily and showed her the full-score report card——

"...I never looked back at her seriously!"

"I always thought that the child was a burden. Without her, I would be better off..."

Strings of tears fell from Shiori Murakami's red eyes, and the woman wept uncontrollably on the stage.

"Actually... no! No! That child... has never been a burden!"

"She likes red and she likes swans."

"That night, she lost a baby tooth and grew a lot taller. She said that her dream in the future is to become a dancer like a swan..."

"I was wrong, I miss her so much, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Please, please help me, I miss her so much—"

The masks under the stage watched Murakami Shiori quietly until the countdown on the wall stopped at [0:0].

After having tasted enough of Shiori Murakami's pain, a man playing with a fan model smiled with satisfaction and raised the card in his hand.

The first place, Shiori Murakami, received an investment of 8000 million.

"Thank you, thank you... thank you!"

Murakami Shiori wanted to shake the masked man's hand, but when he found that the man avoided him in disgust, he quickly took a step back.

Bending down and bowing gratefully, gratefully, over and over again.

She didn't realize that the other masked people were looking at her with interest, and she didn't know what they were laughing at.

But in any case, the success of Murakami Shiori made other parents on the first floor really see hope.

8000……

With 8000 million, they can do a lot.

Media, newspapers, offering rewards, asking for help online...

【"One person's power is not enough, then mobilize the power of a hundred people, if the police are helpless, then invite more influential people from society to intervene..."】

feasible!This method works!

They can get the baby back!

In an instant, a strong light burst out from the ashen eyes of a layer of parents.

Next, the VIP audience saw a wonderful 'performance' as they wished.

Scene after scene, the parents on the high platform tried their best to tear open the unhealed scars in their hearts.

Those touching, interesting, gratifying...they brought out the most precious "treasure" of themselves and their children in exchange for the pity of the rich.

It doesn't matter.

No dignity or anything.

As long as the child can come back.

The people on the high platform forced smiles and burst into tears.

Under the table, the powerful people wearing masks are content.

They acted as gods, held up the investment intention cards in their hands, and became the "heroes" of their parents aloft.

5000, 7000, 1000, 900...

Large sums of money were released generously like flowing water.

Although the subsequent investment has never been higher than the initial 8000 million, the parents on the first floor are already very satisfied. They discussed that after getting off the airship, they can rely on this money to cooperate together.

Under a thousand pieces of gold, there must be a brave man.

They are willing to exchange thousands of gold for 'thousand gold'.

Everything on the scene seems to be developing in a good direction.

Until it was No.30's seventh place, Nagano Kieping, a new voice suddenly came from the audience.

——"It's kind of boring."

——"Is there no new story?"

Words sounded one after another, and some VIP guests yawned sleepily.

Some people even got up in a dispirited manner, asked the waiter for a glass of champagne, and drank leisurely with their backs to the high platform.

Nagano Kirei clenched his fists, violent veins bulging on his forehead.

"Mr. Nagano, calm down! Calm down!"

In the waiting area, an old couple looked anxiously at Nagano Gao, for fear that he would ruin his chance on impulse.

This man named Nagano Chihei, Nakahara also recognized him.

He was the man who was pointed out by the reporter that the woman was abducted by his mistress before he boarded the airship, and he was doing it on his own.

What will Nagano Kirei do?

People either looked at the man with fierce eyes on the high platform with interest or worry.

Only the third son frowned slightly, turned his eyes away, and cast his eyes outside the window of the motorboat, where the children's wraiths gathered.

"What's wrong?" Nakahara asked.

"Mr. Chuya, the worst part of the banquet is coming."

Sanzi's words were like a starting gun before starting a race.

The moment she finished speaking, Nagano on the high platform suddenly slammed the microphone to the ground, and rushed to the edge of the high platform aggressively.

The security guards in the hall heard the news and rushed over quickly.

The masked people got up avoiding it, and hid back.

Just when everyone thought that the next one would be an explosion——

Nagano Chihei with a ferocious expression suddenly paused, straightly bent his knees and knelt down on the ground, and knocked on the high platform with a bang of his head.

The whole place went quiet.

The powerful with their backs on the high platform, 'Oh? With a cry, he turned his head slowly.

"I beg you—!"

Nagano Kirei gritted his teeth, and slammed his forehead on the ground.

"Please!"

Then he got up and knocked again.

No one spoke in the hall, only the man's begging loudly, and the continuous sound of kowtow.

in the waiting area

The parents on the first floor stared blankly at the scene on the stage. Slowly, slowly, their eyes turned red, their fists clenched, and they sobbed.

But the VIP guests in the audience had another reaction.

As if they had seen something interesting, the masked man who had left sat back in his seat, and the masked man who was drinking put down his glass.

"one."

"two."

"three."

"Four."

……

I don't know who started counting first.

When they reacted, there was a neat counting sound all over the place, and rich people in masks laughed and clapped their hands, cheering for Nagano Kireihei.

Blood fell from the man's broken forehead, and then fell heavily into the clean ground, gradually converging into a small puddle of blood.

When the countdown on the wall stopped at [0:0], the man hit his head on the ground and stopped moving.

"250 three!"

"Good job! Wonderful hahahahaha——!"

Boiling applause sounded from the audience.

Nagano Kirei raised his head with his face covered in blood, a sign was held up, and the number on it came into his eyes from afar.

One billion.

He used 250 three kowtows in exchange for [-] million for his missing daughter.

……

…………

After that, the atmosphere of the banquet took a sharp turn for the worse.

However, the emotions of the masked people are rising steadily.

At the end of the day, the parents on the first floor raised a sum of money that was unattainable for ordinary people in a lifetime, and the VIP guests also obtained unprecedented satisfaction.

Fifty parents supported each other, stood in a row on the high platform, and bowed to the masked people below the stage.

The corners of the VIP guests' mouths were curled up, smiling unsatisfactorily.

Everyone got what they wanted.

It was like a successful children's charitable donation banquet.

And a successful banquet, of course, cannot do without the host's congratulations.

——"What a wonderful speech, touching and sincere, even my lord can't stop the tears of pity."

The young blond pope clapped his hands and walked out from a high-rise independent suite.

He stood on the half-open stage, with one hand resting on the half-person-high armrest, like a god, watching the sentient beings below with tenderness and compassion.

"—to Pope Clement!"

A masked man raised his wine glass high.

"To Pope Clement!"

Eighteen VIP guests followed suit and raised their glasses.

The parents on the high platform watched all this dully, as if they hadn't woken up from the banquet where nightmares and hopes intertwined.

Until the pope's voice came down from a high place and came to their ears.

"Heh, then, the prelude is over, why don't we have some surprise desserts?"

Oh, and 'dessert'!

Some people laughed happily, while some who were a little smarter frowned, feeling bad.

But no matter what, they have lost the chance to stop it.

Pope Clement deepened the smile on his face.

"Ms. Shiori Murakami, you said that your daughter has always wanted to be a dancer, right?"

On the high platform, the woman whose name was called raised her head in a daze, and looked at the blond man standing on the high place like a god.

Then the god pointed at the kind person who gave her 8000 million investment, and said with a smile,

"Then presumably, Ling Qianjin must have a pair of outstanding and beautiful leg bones."

"Slender and clean, look, does it look like the bone fan in that gentleman's hand?"

"..."

"........."

What is he saying?What leg bone, what bone fan?

Shiori Murakami stared blankly at the direction she was pointing at, and met a panic-stricken true face that suddenly lost its mask.

However, the blond man didn't stop, and spoke methodically one by one.

"Mr. Nagano Kirei, you said that your child has beautiful hair and snow-like skin, right?"

"Let me guess, is it like this noble lady, with shiny hair and a flawless face?"

Nagano Kirei was stunned, and looked straight at the woman who invested in him.

Whenever Clement pointed at a person, the mask on the VIP guest's face disappeared like snowflakes.

Those people, not long ago, one by one, gave the parents of the first layer "investment".

The parents on the high platform were extremely quiet, only the VIP guests who had lost their masks were screaming in panic.

They didn't care about their manners and wanted to escape, but they were firmly controlled by the guards.

So everyone heard the voice of Pope Clement, like a sharp knife cutting through all veils, piercing the disgusting truth into their eardrums and hearts without any scruples——

"Everyone who is lost, don't you want to know where your children are?"

"Look, aren't they right here?"

"——right under the stage, accompanying you."

In an instant, the pupils of the parents shrank suddenly, and the world was spinning.

Outside the window of the airship, countless children's resentful spirits opened their mouths together, screaming and wailing loudly, black blood flowed from their hollowed-out eye holes, and their resentment directed at the hall!

In the screaming confusion and resentment, the third son took out an old pocket watch from his sleeve, opened the dial to check the time.

——“2008年9月13日23点59分28秒，时间到。”