The lover that gravity makes is wrong

It is rumored that when the "divine punishment" of creation comes, God will open the floodgates in the sky and let the flood flood the earth.

Only Noah's Ark, carrying hope, ran aground on Mount Ararat, and was spared from natural disasters, allowing all kinds of creatures on the Ark to survive and never stop.

Still, this is Noah's Ark from Genesis.

But now, the third son and Nakahara Nakaya are also on the 'Noah'.

It's just that the original owner of this airship didn't intend to play the savior, he just wanted to be God——

The kind that sprays biological and chemical poisons on the cities on the ground.

In the airship, after the third son found some clothes in the VIP guest room and put them on, he returned the coat to the Zhemai Mafia. The two sat on the only surviving sofa in the lobby, flipping through the information found by Little A.

In fact, it is no accident that intelligent AI will appear here.

After the red-haired ghost messenger left with the task, the intelligent AI always felt that something was wrong with the airship 'Noah', so he simply raised a false statement with King Yan Mo and re-investigated the airship.

Sure enough, something extraordinary was discovered.

Little A uses the red-haired ghost messenger's hell communicator to generate a transparent light curtain from the scanning results, which is projected in front of the two of them.

This cross-age operation full of technological sense caused a red-haired ghost to widen his eyes in astonishment, and let out a voice that he had never seen before.

"What?! It turns out that the flip button phone that should have been eliminated long ago in hell has such a cool function!"

The third son lowered his head and stared in front of his eyes, acting as a communicator for the projector and meditating for a while.

Blinking his eyes suddenly, he turned his head to look at Nakahara Chuya who was using his smartphone, showing a smug smile,

"I won, Mr. Chuya! Flip cover is the best!"

Then he was hit on the head by the ocher-haired mafia.

"No one compares this to you."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the third son helplessly, "What's the matter with your strange winning and losing attitude, let's take a look at the occasion."

"Tch, a guy who uses a touch screen, how can he understand the pain of pressing buttons." The red-haired girl whispered while covering her forehead.

Because of the angle, the bangs on the third son's forehead were parted from the middle in a messy way.

When Nakahara Nakaya, who was sitting on the right hand side, looked sideways, he could just see through the gap between the bangs and see the little devil's horns exposed on the top of the ghost's hair.

Nakahara Chuya's gaze stayed on that small ghost horn for a while, and suddenly he spoke in a strange way,

"Let me bite the corner, and I will lend you the phone to play."

The third son was stunned.

In the next second, the red-haired girl made a 'snap', raised her hands to cover the ghost's horns, and leaned back on the spot alertly, revealing the eyes of the subway old man looking at the phone,

"Are you a pervert! Teacher Chuya!"

"How could there be a ghost tribe who would give away ghost horns to someone for a smartphone!"

That's right.

The active-duty hell worker AI nodded in agreement.

Just when he was about to spend a little extra time to tell a certain mafia about the significance of ghost horns to the ghost clan,

Suddenly, the red-haired girl with fried hair paused suspiciously. After struggling for a moment, she added in a low voice,

"... Unless you add another locomotive, the one that can go to the sky."

Little A: ["...Master Sanzi?!"]

The promised ghost horn is sacrosanct!

Seeing that serious occasions are about to deviate all the way, sliding to the unspeakable late night channel, the artificial intelligence hastily coughed and shouted to stop,

"Cough cough cough!!! Third son, Mr. Zhongyuan, virus, virus! The big crisis in Tokyo with a population of more than 1000 million is still waiting!"

"Oh, yes."

The red-haired girl regained her senses and looked at the projection seriously, just missing the red-haired mafia's slightly squinted eyes and the flash of regret in those cobalt blue pupils.

Tsk, get in the way.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at an intelligent AI that disrupted the atmosphere.

【“…”】

Little A, who was stared at by death, withstood the pressure with difficulty, and immediately included the plan of "reminding ghosts to be careful of beasts" in the follow-up emergency memorandum.

You can have some snacks, Mr. Sanzi!

You think you are talking about pure love Plato, but the black beast beside you is overflowing with dissatisfied desires and desires!

However, the executive officer of the third son couldn't receive the signal from the AI ​​subordinate. She stared at the light screen researchingly, and soon discovered the abnormality.

On the screen is a three-dimensional anatomical diagram of the airship Noah.

At this time, the red dots representing biological and chemical agents have been marked by the artificial intelligence, roughly distributed in the airbags of the two power rooms in the cabin.

According to the route arranged, only one command is needed, and the bio-chemical agent in the power room will pour out, volatilizing into gaseous smoke at high altitude.

At that time, this airship will be a large-scale killing airship in the air. Wherever it flies, the poisonous gas will spread in any city.

By the time the people on the ground noticed the source, it was already too late.

Not to mention--

"That Codman put 'double safeguards' in place."

The third son reached out and pulled the light screen closer, calling out the information and pilot list that Yan Moai found in the underground experiment base,

"If Codman dies and the poison program on the airship is not started on time, then the remnants of Mamao Island will take over the detonation work."

It has to be said that this is a rather vicious plan.

But, it's kind of weird.

"Where?" Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at the arrangement on the screen, but felt that this plan was quite in line with the bad character of a certain blond pope.

"That's the problem."

The red-haired girl touched her chin thoughtfully,

"Mr. Chuya, do you think that with Kodman's intelligence and style, he can come up with a plan of this level?"

"Ten thousand steps back, even if it was really his handwriting, why didn't he throw it out before being swallowed by the resentful spirit as a condition to threaten us? Instead, he was swallowed into slag neatly and neatly."

There is only one answer -

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the third son, and slowly expressed the conjecture in his heart: "There is another person hiding behind this, and he is the real leader."

"But what's his purpose? It can't be that he simply wants to destroy Tokyo, right?" Nakahara Chuya said casually.

The red-haired ghost girl shook her head doubtfully.

There are too few useful clues and information, and she can't get an answer for the time being.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, Deman has gone to Huangquan, and it will be clear after torture.

The top priority now is this gas bomb-like airship.

She didn't want to go through overtime in hell again because of this incident.

"The remnants of the airship are easy to solve. The driving problem can be temporarily taken over by Little A. The most difficult problem is the fifty passengers in the cabin..."

If Mr. Chuya uses gravity to drop people directly to the ground...

No, it's still a little too risky.

They are just a group of ordinary people without professional training, at a height of [-] feet, there are too many variables.

The third son thought about it for a while, and suddenly seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth to confirm,

"Little A, when will the simulated takeoff training of Tianshang start?"

The intelligent AI called up the information: "There are still 67 minutes and 35 seconds before the heavy F27B fighter jet takes off."

half an hour...

A smile appeared on the red-haired girl's face when she heard the words, "It's enough time for preparation."

This smile—

Intuition told Chuya Zhongyuan that someone was going to be unlucky: "What are you going to do?"

Sure enough, the red-haired girl blinked her eyes, raised her index finger and said righteously,

"Teacher Chuya, there is a saying in this world that 'rely on your parents at home and friends when you go out'. At this time, of course we should ask our old friends for help."

Their common hapless old friend...

After searching the list in his mind, Zhongyuan Zhong also clearly took out his mobile phone, and reported a series of numbers with endless sympathy.

*****

at the same time

No. 2, Mihuacho 21-chome, Tokyo

It's a rare weekend holiday when you don't need to rush to draft. Yusaku Kudo, who has solved the missing child case, sits leisurely in the armchair in the basement study, flipping through the newspaper in his hand.

Kudo Shin, a little friend, was nestling cross-legged on the single sofa opposite, with his arms folded around his chest, frowning and trying to review the case his father had handled.

It was already the third day, and he still hadn't solved the riddle.

Not Morse code, not spelling code words, what the hell?

The black-haired boy bit the tip of his pen and scratched his head irritably.

"Be patient, Xinyi, the truth is often hidden in daily life, and everything has traces to follow."

Kudo Yusaku took down the pipe dangling from his mouth and gave a sound reminder.

"Of course, if you still don't have a clue, you can admit defeat at any time."

the dark-haired novelist teases maliciously, and gets a huge roll of eyes from his son.

Yusaku Kudo was not angry either, he elegantly exhaled a smoke ring and sighed happily.

This is life.

The case is scientific, the son is well-behaved, there is no strange ghost world, and there are no various bizarre large-scale vehicle crises.

Everything is so peaceful.

Sure enough, rejecting the airship's invitation was the right choice.

Yusaku Kudo took a sip of the love coffee his wife made before going out, and at this moment, the wall clock on the wall rang twice.

Hearing the sound, the black-haired novelist raised his hand and looked at his watch. Seeing that the time was almost up, he picked up the remote control and turned on the TV in the study.

On the TV screen, the successfully refitted destroyer 'Tian Shang' was being launched and tested live.

Although there are criticisms in the country, the birth of the light aircraft carrier has indeed attracted a lot of attention and voice.

——["The total length is 312 meters, and the full-load displacement is 3.8 tons, which is enough to support 28 fighters of various types, including 12 F67B heavy fighters, eight transport aircraft, and eight anti-submarine search and rescue helicopters..."]

——【"It has all the functions of an airport and can be moved anywhere in the world! This is an amazing project we have gone through for many years! It gives our maritime defense force the strength to fight in the 21st century! Let us be great again!"]

Inside the TV, the reporter holding a microphone flushed with excitement.

The 360-degree aerial photography is from top to bottom, including the flight deck and electromagnetic catapult system of Tianshang.

As expected of the miraculous handling of professionals, this light aircraft carrier was photographed abruptly like a Ford-class nuclear-powered aircraft carrier.

Inside the sofa, the new kid, who was concentrating on deciphering, moved his ears and turned to Yusaku Kudo curiously.

"Can this aircraft carrier really go anywhere in the world?"

Yusaku Kudo glanced at the screen, and mercilessly pierced the reporter's cowhide,

"Oh, it can last up to ten seconds."

"If it dares to take a step across the defined sea area, it will be sunk on the spot by the 'aircraft carrier express' of the florist next door, and will be blown up into a super-luxury fireworks worth 3000 billion yen."

Kudo Shinichi: "..."

What about the 'strength of combat in the 21st century'?

"Xinyi, once in a while you have to allow politicians to have some sweet dreams, otherwise it would be pitiful." The black-haired novelist said meaningfully.

To be honest, the live reporter on TV looks a little more pitiful now.

Does he know that he was stabbed in the back by the officials in front of the people of the whole country?

The new kid thought sympathetically.

At this moment, a phone rang, breaking the happy joke time of the two fathers and sons.

Kudo Yusaku turned his head and glanced at the landline on the other side of the study, and chose to leave this trouble to his youngest son,

"Go, Shinichi."

The new little friend showed speechless half-moon eyes: "...I refuse, I must be looking for you anyway."

In all likelihood, it was a call from the editor to remind me of the manuscript.

Kudo Shinichi squinted, his eyes filled with silent condemnation.

The black-haired novelist coughed guiltily.

He took a sip of coffee as if nothing had happened, and decided to pretend that he didn't hear anything, and let the phone ring and go away with the wind.

Coincidentally, the unanswered phone automatically hung up after ringing four times.

Huh?Did you give up so quickly this time?

Yusaku Kudo glanced at the phone unexpectedly.

Just when he was feeling strange, the next second, the TV screen that was broadcasting the news flashed, and the live broadcast screen was automatically switched to a small screen.

Instead, a familiar ghost face jumped out from the screen with a 'pop'.

The emerald eyes of the red-haired girl accurately landed on Kudo Yusaku's face through the lens, and she greeted warmly.

"Hey, Mr. Kudo, long time no see!"

"……puff--!!!"

Yusaku Kudo took a sip of coffee and sprayed it all over the face of the new kid opposite.

"..."

Little friend Kudo Shin silently wiped the coffee liquid off his face, and calmly waved his hand at the ghost messenger on TV.

"Long time no see, third sister."

"Oh! Isn't this the new kid? I haven't seen you for a while, and I've become much calmer!"

Kudo Shinichi nodded calmly.

Good to say.

Anyone who has witnessed the spectacular scene of "aerocraft turning into a rocket and flying away", and then being held down by his father, will become much more stable after enrolling in the Hawaii Junior Astronaut Training Course.

How do you say that?

Let Er wind from east to west, north and south, I am as calm as a mountain.

"Thank you for the compliment, sister Sanzi, may I ask if the airship is going to blow up this time? Do you need Dad to help you contact the police?"

Little friend Xin took his father's coffee calmly and took a sip, and asked calmly.

At such a young age, he already possessed the vicissitudes of life, heck, he has the demeanor of a calm general.

"Oh, that's not true."

The red-haired ghost girl waved her hands and threw a 'bomb' with a smile,

"We just discovered that the power compartment of the airship was filled with lethal biochemical gas. Although Xiao A has temporarily controlled the mob, the remaining remnants got mixed into the aircraft carrier take-off and landing training of the 'Tian Shang' , the targeting system has been aimed at the airship and Tokyo."

"So, the short summary is—"

The third son paused for a second, and under the shocking eyes of Kudo and his son, announced cheerfully,

"It's not just the airship that's going to be blown up, it's also Tokyo!"

Oh, and Tokyo!

There is Tokyo! !

Oh Tokyo! ! !

The red-haired ghost's voice echoed in the ears of Kudo Shinichi and Kudo Yusaku like an echo.

This is not the most exciting.

As if to prove that Sanzi's words were true, the live broadcast screen shrunk to the lower right corner was moved back to the center of the screen, and it was placed side by side with the image of the red-haired girl.

【"Ah, you mean this badge?"】

On the TV screen, the pilot who was being interviewed by the reporter turned his face away.

His pupils contracted slightly, and there was an uncomfortable frenzy in his calm eyes at first glance.

The man deliberately turned his lower body, so the smile on the pilot's lips and the familiar badge on his arm all fell into Yusaku Kudo's eyes.

Yusaku Kudo remembered this symbol.

——It was exactly the same as the pattern on the cards found on the religious thugs on the SKF864 ghost flight.

At this moment, the combat pilot on TV opened his mouth with a smile and answered the reporter's question,

【"This is our amulet, which means—"】

【"Dedicated to our Lord, the gods will always watch us and give us a new life."】

As soon as the pilot's words came out, both the reporter and the Kudo father and son outside the TV fell silent for a moment.

【"Ah, this, this..."】

The reporter in charge of the live broadcast opened his mouth, rarely getting stuck and not knowing what to say.

The man next to him who was also a combat pilot came over, laughed and hooked his companion's shoulders, and said heartily,

【"Hahaha, sorry, sorry, my brother usually likes to make cold jokes to ease the atmosphere, are you scared hahahahaha——!"]

In front of the camera, the reporter froze for a second, then quickly picked up the conversation and turned over this chapter.

But Yusaku Kudo clearly saw that the pilot who smoothed things over also wore the same symbolic badge on his right arm.

【"Hey, people all over the country, please look forward to our cool performance."】

The tall pilot gave a slanted salute to the camera, showing his white teeth.

"Miss Sanzi—!"

Inside Kudo's house, Yusaku Kudo shrank his pupils and stood up abruptly from his chair.

His face was livid and he was about to speak——

"puff--!!"

The little friend Kudo Shin, who finally digested all the information, took a sip of coffee and sprayed it all on the opposite side, Kudo Yusaku's... pants crotch.