The lover that gravity makes is wrong

'The Choir', Child Wraiths, Parents, VIP Powers.

The third son knew all of this from the very beginning.

Compared with the cumbersome investigation procedures of human beings in this world, the way to obtain the truth in hell is much simpler.

Before there is no little A, it may take a little effort to find the corresponding information.

But since the Records Department introduced the technology of intelligent life forms, within a second, the names, biography, encounters, and even the time of the last dying of those resentful children were all edited into data and sent to the red-haired ghost officer.

There is only one point that the red-haired girl has not figured out so far.

Pope Clement, the real culprit of child smuggling and trafficking.

In the past, he just used the fig leaf of the so-called "world tour mission" to open the door for the people below. After collecting children under the age of 12 from all over the world, he left directly.

All human experiments, transactions and supplies are carried out in secret.

From the beginning to the end, he will not show his face, and always maintains the image of the pope who is high and compassionate.

But this time, he actually showed his true colors directly in Tokyo.

They even used the tongue of the media with great fanfare to gather the victim and the buyer on an airship at the same time...

What does he want to do?

It can't be that the conscience repents and decides to execute justice, right?

The red-haired ghost girl knocked on the information in her hand, and was first amused by herself.

【"Third son, there is something you should pay attention to."] The iron coat on the golden red watch said suddenly.

Hearing the words, the third son turned his head to look at the intelligent life form beside him, was silent for a while, and decided to give a sincere suggestion,

"Little A, do you really not consider asking Mr. Hiraga to change your body? Every time I see you, I always have the illusion that I will be sued for bankruptcy sooner or later."

【"No, my lord third son, I am very satisfied with Mark Seven."】

The artificial AI rejected Guichai's proposal,

【"In fact, I have already submitted an application to King Yan Mo to study in the EU Hell a month ago, and put the plan of a cordial meeting with Rob Oni Jr. into the agenda."】

So even you can't stop him from going to show off Mark Seven's determination with Steel O Man!

At this moment, a stubborn light bulb glowed in Little A's small inverted triangle eyes.

Third son: "..."

"Let's go back to the topic just now, what do you say I should pay attention to?"

When it comes to work, Little A quickly switches back to a serious state.

Mark VII calls up the found comparison model from the laser light on its chest, generates a light curtain and projects it in mid-air,

["The airship Noah has a total length of 2447 meters and a volume of more than two thousand cubic meters. Although the appearance and internal structure have been modified, its core skeleton is exactly the same as the Hindenburg airship 100 years ago."]

"The Hindenburg?" The third son was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized,

"Hasn't it been burned long ago? If I remember correctly, the wreckage is in the German Aircraft Memorial."

The Hindenburg airship, the longest aircraft in the world at the time, was known as the 'Titanic of the sky'.

But unfortunately, shortly after its birth, on a return flight, because a spark ignited the leaked hydrogen, the entire airship burned up in the fire in just 34 seconds.

There is only a little wreckage left, which is stored in the German Aircraft Memorial as a permanent historical memorial.

Everyone said that the crash of the Hindenburg airship symbolized the end of the era of commercial airships around the world.

But few people know that in the early days of its birth, this aircraft was actually a test product based on the designs of space carriers in various countries.

The wreckage of the Hindenburg airship ended not only the era of commercial airships, but also the ambitions of various countries for space carriers.

Of course, the third son would know so clearly because she and the EU Hell cooperated to complete the "spirit drawing" of the Hindenburg at that time.

So far, the master plan of the airship that is said to have been burned is still lying on the collection shelf of a ghost assistant.

The red-haired ghost messenger realized the problem: "Where did that Clement get an aircraft of this level?"

How did the Neon officials allow a foreign religious force to park it on top of more than 200 million people in Tokyo?

【"Unfortunately, we have no way of knowing about this."】

The golden-red Iron Man spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders in a humane manner, with a dignified facial expression on his face,

【"But what is certain is that Pope Clement is definitely hiding something behind. You must be careful."】

【"Out of serious consideration of the situation, I suggest that you report your itinerary with Lord Ghost Lantern. Maybe Lord Ghost Lantern will have more suggestions for your reference."】

"Well, there's no need to bother Dad with such a small matter."

The third son didn't take Xiao A's proposal to heart.

No matter what Pope Clement's final idea was, the way he gathered the victim's parents and the buyer on the airship gave her a good idea of ​​'spirit drawing'.

If the plan goes well, it should be possible to solve all the children's spirits on that airship at once and bring the children back.

Once and for all.

But... a choir?

She really had to make some preparations in advance.

The red-haired ghost girl got up thoughtfully, took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket and threw it to Xiao A,

"Thank you Steel O Man, I'll go first, and I'll bring you Tokyo's specialties when I come back."

【"No, Sanzi-sama, compared to Tokyo's specialties, I still think you should go to Ghost Lantern-sama..."】

Little A wanted to persuade him again, but it was a pity that the third son had already teleported away with a 'snap'.

【"Is there really no problem?"】

The golden-red Mark Seven looked at the chocolate in his hand, lost in thought.

——"How could it be okay."

A deep voice came from the side, and the ghost lamp took the chocolate from Little A's palm, unpacked it confidently, and stuffed it into his mouth.

【"Ah! The chocolate that Lord Sanzi gave me...Master Ghost Lantern? When did you come?!"】

"Well, it's time for you to talk about that Codman."

【"It's Clement,"】Little A corrected, and then quickly reacted,

【"Wait! Master Ghost Lantern, what you just said is wrong...?"】

"That said, don't pay too much attention to it."

The black-haired assistant ghost touched his chin and said expressionlessly,

"Children always have to fall and hurt before they learn a lesson. Some setback education is essential."

Besides, just in case, the unlucky ones who have the bottom line are also prepared in advance.

Well, foolproof, nothing to worry about.

That's right.

Thinking this way, Mr. Ghost Lantern accidentally crushed the chocolate wrapping paper into powder with his fingers.

Artificial AI on the side: ["..."]

It's really scary, the old father waiting for his daughter to come home safely.

*****

Just exposing the truth is not enough.

It's not over yet.

In the airship hall, the third son held Nakahara Chuya's hand and stood by the observation deck of the airship from the perspective of a bystander.

Under the indulgence of the red-haired ghost messenger, the children's wraiths who were blocked outside passed through the glass gap one after another, invaded the interior of the airship, and crawled towards the direction where everyone was.

The people in a mess couldn't see them, they could only feel the abnormally rapid drop in temperature around them, making them shiver.

For a moment, I couldn't tell where this uneasy chill came from.

Zhongyuan Zhong also reached out and touched Sanzi's hot forehead, unbuttoned his jacket, wrapped it around the red-haired girl like a sack, and buttoned it.

"Third son, how long will it take?"

"Well, soon, Chuya-sensei,"

The red-haired girl said reassuringly, "For now, we'll just watch."

Let me see, what does this Clement want to do?

The third son subconsciously rubbed Zhongyuan Zhongya's palm that fell on her face, and stared coldly at the tall blond man with emerald green pupils.

Not noticing, the ocher-haired mafia looked at her with a frown that was getting tighter and tighter, and the patience in his eyes was on the verge.

Everything was as expected by the red-haired ghost, and Clement did not intend to end this farce.

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. The moment the crisp finger sound fell, the wall curtains on all sides lit up, projecting different images one after another.

Parents will never mistake their children.

Even with only blurry picture and sound.

"cherry--!"

"Shota! It's Shota!"

Parents shouted their children's names, but unfortunately they couldn't hear it because it was just a video.

The children photographed were wearing the clothes they had when they disappeared, and they cried loudly at first, but after several days of starvation, they soon lost the strength and vitality to resist.

By the time they were put on loose white robes and stepped barefoot on the floor of the laboratory, the light in their eyes had already lost, and there was only a little bit left, like a faint flame, struggling in it.

One of the older girls looked up at the man in white robe wearing a mask,

【"Really? If I am obedient, will my mother come to pick me up? Surely?"】

【"certainly."】

The man in white robe narrowed his eyes, and he bent down, revealing the experimental equipment that had been prepared behind him.

Needles and syringes flickered past the lens, flashing a startling cold light.

【"Your mother handed you over to us just because she thought you were too bad."】

【"A disobedient child will only be treated as a burden and thrown away in the end."】

The light in the girl's eyes dimmed.

She nodded quietly, took the hand offered by the man in white robe, and obediently walked into the laboratory door that looked like a monster with its mouth open.

When the metal doors on both sides were closed, completely engulfing the young and fragile figure, the girl suddenly turned her head, her eyes looked hopefully at the flickering camera behind her,

——【"Mom, when I become a good boy, will you come pick me up?"】

"No! No! No ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

In the hall, Shiori Murakami screamed horribly.

She threw away the suitcase she was holding in her hand, and the white cash notes fell out of the dropped box, and scattered all over the ground like snowflakes.

But at the moment, no one cares about this.

The parents on the first floor stepped on the "funds" they had asked for, and rushed to the wall, scratching the projection frantically, as if they could dig their children out of the screen.

"It's not a burden! It's not a burden!"

The woman fell to the ground, leaning against the wall with tears on her face, hitting her forehead and punching her fists,

"Give it back to me! Give me back my child ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

However, the machine that plays the video cannot understand human speech, and the projected picture is still going on.

But this time, it was the turn of the VIP guests to lose their composure collectively during the broadcast.

The unqualified experimental remnants were pushed out, they became toys, and the obedient 'choir' sat in the birdcage for people to choose.

But this time, the auction items mentioned by the auctioneer, the rich and powerful people intend to buy, are no longer complete items, they only want 'parts'.

Favorite 'section'.

——【"No. 2's leg bones are pretty good, and I happen to be short of the last fan bone model."】

——["Give me the face and hair of number 18, be careful, don't scratch it."]

——["No. 3's blood...lipstick."]

——["Number 15's...ring."]

……

…………

A similar scene reappeared in the projection. During the auction, the desperately crying parents suddenly stopped.

They turned their heads in unison, and slowly looked at the corresponding VIP guests, their eyes were red.

This group of 'sponsors' whom, not so long ago, they thanked so much.

The hall was eerily quiet.

The silence of 50 people, the anger of 50 people.

"The skin on your face belongs to my daughter."

A father narrates calmly.

"The ring on your finger is my child."

A mother narrates calmly.

"The fan you are holding is the bones of my grandson."

An old man narrates calmly.

Piff was furious and blood spattered five steps.

What about the despair and anger of parents?

What can they bring?

The parents on the first floor stood up and stared at the panicked VIP guests calmly, quietly, calmly, like a pack of wolves waiting for an opportunity, and surrounded the prey little by little.

Father smashed the benches and drew out the spiked sticks.

Mother smashed the wine bottle, and the broken glass shone coldly under the light.

They approached the enemy little by little.

"Don't come...don't come!"

"Do you know who I am? If you dare to attack me, back off!"

"Money, don't, don't get excited, I can give money, a lot of money!"

In the ever-shrinking encirclement, the arrogant powers trembled in fear. They ordered the security in the hall to move, but this group of uniformed people left the hall and locked the door under the signal of Pope Clement.

They sneered to appease the expressionless parents, trying to exchange thousands of dollars for thousands of dollars.

Unfortunately, this time, money doesn't seem to work.

I don't know who jumped on it first, but when he came back to his senses, the strangulation in the hall had already begun.

Nineteen against fifty, vengeful adults.

There is no second possibility at all.

What's more, there are also invisible children's resentful spirits. They seem to have been waiting for a long time, and they rushed towards the target they are looking for.

Like no naughty and innocent child, clapping his hands and tripping the fleeing people with laughter.

Occasionally take the time to put a 'cold arrow'.

The wailing echoed in the hall, and the blood splashed on the gorgeous carpet and wet the napkins of the nearby long table.

"Don't come here! You are not allowed to come here! Otherwise, I will kill him!"

A VIP man twisted his face and tightly grabbed the neck of the 'choir' in an attempt to threaten his murderous parents.

Sure enough, when the red-eyed parents saw the pained child, they paused, and a trace of hesitation flashed across their faces.

it works!

it works!

The VIP man's eyes widened in ecstasy.

His approach inspired the few remaining guests.

Soon, the nearby 'choir' was also strangled, like a shield, and pulled in front of the parents.

Just when this confrontation was about to take shape, a light chuckle came from the direction of the observation deck.

Everyone turned their heads, only to see the red-haired girl in a mafia jacket, cutely crooked her face, blinking her eyes and asked,

"You are taking a look, what are you holding in your arms?"

The guests were startled, and when they looked down again, they found that there was a 'choir' standing in front of them, and they were obviously scarecrows tied with red strings!

it's over...

The man was hopeless, and soon, his wailing sound disappeared into the swarming crowd.

"These scarecrows?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows and looked at the third son.

The red-haired ghost girl smiled, stretched out her finger, and proudly made a V letter,

"It's all about Mr. Chuya, I became like this, but it's for business!"

Come to think of it, the group of 'choir' children should be escorted by Lun Ruinao and the others, and they are on their way home.

Speaking of which, I don't know what's going on with Ai-chan.

At this time, Zhongyuan Zhong also discovered that in addition to the 'choir', the quasi-cadres of a certain Inukin group seemed to have disappeared.

"Well, what about that uncle, I think he will doubt his life for a while."

After all, I have to be the 'Santa Claus' of sending children for a while.

The third son said with a smile.

The strangulation in the hall gradually stopped.

After the extreme excitement, there is the ultimate exhaustion and emptiness.

The parents who had lost their purpose looked down at the blood on their hands, then raised their eyes to look at the dead body lying on the ground, and suddenly pulled the corners of their mouths, laughing like a puppet , fell to the ground.

It's...it doesn't matter anymore.

They covered their faces, and the despair around them was like a swamp net, dragging their limbs and sinking them into a deeper hell of despair.

One father lowered his head in a daze, stared blankly at the table knife in his hand, and raised his hand.

【】【】——! !

The child Wraith who was guarding beside him shook his head vigorously and shouted silently, trying to grab his father's hand, but people and ghosts went their separate ways and only managed to find nothing.

[Master ghost messenger——! ! 】

She anxiously turned her head to look at the third son.

However, before the red-haired girl could make a move, a voice floated down from a height, stopping the man who wanted to kill himself first.

"Huh? Is that all you can do?"

The blond pope leaned sideways on the armrest, condescendingly watching the parents in the pool of blood, "It looks like your child died in vain."

"What did you say?!"

The father who originally planned to kill himself raised his head angrily, and threw the table knife in his hand at Clement.

The blond man turned his head sideways, and the sharp table knife spun through his hairline, and the blade drew a long and narrow bloody gash on his face.

...without blood.

Nakahara Chuya, who noticed this scene, narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

"Oh, don't you understand?"

Clement didn't pay attention to the wound on his face.

He straightened up, with one hand behind his back, and gracefully walked down the spiral staircase step by step.

The man's low magnetic sigh was like a pity aria, echoing in the bloody hall.

"Do you know the identities of the people you killed?"

Smiling, the blond man tapped his fingers in white gloves one by one on the prone corpse,

"That one is the country's next member of parliament, that lady, her family has long been rooted in the cabinet, her father is the future leader, and that gentleman was elected by you the year before and sent to the tower of power spokesperson."

"Isn't it clear why your child died and why it couldn't be found?"

Clement looked at the people on the ground with pity, like a god looking at a lost lamb with regret.

"because--"

He slowly raised the corners of his lips, and issued the instructions of the heavens,

"Because from the very beginning, the rules of this world have defaulted to their sacrifice."

People in the world are often distressed and sad, but this is forged by human beings, ugly and unworthy of sympathy.

"The rules of the world...?"

"Hahahaha!"

No one spoke, and one of the men laughed like crazy,

"So what! Can we still destroy this country? Destroy this world for revenge! We can't even save our own children, we can't save..."

"Why not?"

The merciful pope sighed softly, his voice was like words from heaven, enveloping the hearts of the desperate people, bestowing a new ray of hope.

"I said, as long as you don't give up, the gods will not leave."

"Because the Son of God is here."

Everyone slowly raised their heads and looked at the blond man with dull eyes.

Among the crowd, under the eyes of believers, the blond pope smiled.

Clement stood still on the last step, with a smile in his green pupils, he looked at the silent red-haired ghost messenger.

He stretched out his hand towards his third son, pointing to the power ring, and the [Heart of Emorafe] shone under the light.

He says--

"Come here, Gan, come to Dad's side."