The lover that gravity makes is wrong

2002年，8月2日早晨10点23分，空中交通管制中心正式宣布SKF864航班失联。

Other than the initial scream on the line, no one knows what happened on the flight.

But the Yellow Spring far away on the other side, the pure glass mirror on the Yan Mo Temple——

The mirror, which is said to reflect all the actions of the deceased during his lifetime, clearly recorded all the details of the cabin at that time.

There were four hijackers in total, and they sat in groups of two in the first-class cabin.

When everyone's eyes were drawn to the murder in the economy class at the rear, prisoner No. [-] stood up abruptly and plunged a sharp knife into the stomach of a neighboring passenger.

When the victim clutched his abdomen in pain and fell to the ground covered in blood, the air in the entire first-class cabin was completely silent for a second.

Then the next moment, panic and screams came unexpectedly, filling the surrounding area.

"Ah! Someone was stabbed!"

"Doctor! Blood... a lot of blood!"

"Back back—everyone, if you want to survive, back up!"

The vicious No. [-] thug brandished a knife and drove the first-class cabin and the passengers in the front row to the rear like a sheep.

In the chaos, the panicked stewardess looked around subconsciously for help, looking for the figure of the purser.

But at this time, the flight attendant had already been held to the throat with a knife by prisoner No. [-] and No. [-], and knocked on the door of the aircraft cockpit.

Ten minutes later, the captain and co-pilot were killed one after another, and the rudder of the plane was controlled by the second prisoner.

This is a premeditated plan.

It took only 10 minutes from the first scream to the shaking and shaking of the plane, but when the confused passengers finally understood the situation and raised their heads one after another, what they were facing was——

Prisoner No. [-]'s black muzzle

And a ring of bombs wrapped around the waist and abdomen of prisoner No. [-].

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"Sanzijiang, is it really all right, Mr. Ghost Lantern?"

Inside the Yanmo Hall of Huangquan

A female prison guard with a coquettish appearance and two hell snakes wrapped around her waist was rubbing her face with one hand, and looked worriedly at the scene in the Jingluli mirror.

She is Ah Xiang, the director assistant of Zhonghe Hell. In the words of the present world, she is the elder sister who watched the third son grow up.

As for why she is not a mother, it is naturally because——

"There is no doubt that nothing can happen."

The black-haired ghost, Gui Deng, the first assistant officer under Yan Mo's throne, sat behind the judgment table, reviewing the scroll documents in his hand at a glance, and said without raising his head,

"It's better to say that a few unworthy dead people are nothing more than a fly swatter to flatten pests to her."

"We're not talking about force value, Mr. Ghost Lantern!"

King Yan Mo, who was sitting at the top, spoke helplessly, and exchanged a look with Ah Xiang.

As they looked at each other, the two ghosts invariably thought of a certain red-haired girl who followed behind the Shaking S ghost with a look of admiration when she was a child.

The young third son carried the mace he had snatched from no one knew where, and followed the ghost lamp step by step, imitating the movements of the assistant officer and teaching the dead.

But the ghost lamp not only did not stop it, but also took time to point out the shortcomings of the red-haired girl during the inspection process.

"The force and direction are wrong. Only by knocking from here can the skull of the dead be crushed more thoroughly."

"Also, if the eyes are more vicious, you don't need to treat the dead as human beings."

"Yes! Dad!"

Hearing this, the little red-haired girl's cute face froze, her emerald pupils widened, and she tried to put on a fierce expression.

Then, under the horrified gaze of the dead, he swung the half-man tall mace with a bang, and planted the whole of the undead trying to escape into the soil like a gopher or a sweet potato.

All the ghost soldiers watching: "..."

Lord Ghost Lantern, that's not how my daughter was taught!

"What are you talking about! As the saying goes, education should start from an early age. Do you want your children to lose at the starting line, and then watch other ghosts reach the pinnacle of life, while you can only stare blankly!"

The First Assistant Officer scolded.

Appeared!Lord Ghost Lamp's mother speaks!

All in all, it is true that the third son grew up with "elite education (in various senses)", no ghost in the whole hell will doubt her force.

But obviously, this time "soul attraction" cannot be solved simply with fists.

"Ah, if that's what you're talking about."

The black-haired ghost raised his head, stared at the file, and looked at Jingliuli mirror. After a few seconds, he let out a soft "tsk" in dissatisfaction.

"The third son is still too soft-hearted. Like this kind of dead soul who wanders in the world without repentance and disturbs the order, he should smash his brains and tie him back to hell."

As Ghost Lantern said, a sharp light flashed in his long and narrow eyes,

"It seems that she still has to learn to become a qualified ghost messenger."

The black-haired assistant officer's tone was very calm, but Yan Mo, who was sitting at the top, had goosebumps all over his body as if reflexively.

"This king thinks that the third son is already very good."

Since the third son took over the work of ghost messengers, the phenomenon of resentful spirits and dead souls fleeing and getting lost has dropped a lot in the past few decades, saving a lot of time for their trials.

"Your Majesty, it's because of your muddle-headed mentality that your work efficiency can't improve."

The black-haired ghost stared at the burly Yan Mo King like a ghost in the mountain, and he was short of writing "Work! Work hard for me" on his face.

King Yan Mo: "..."

Tch, saying so, didn't he secretly prepare the latest painting tools for the child.

That's dishonest, Daddy Ghost Lamp.

King Yan Mo looked at his assistant officer lovingly, and was knocked under the table by a mace flying towards him.

At the same time, on SKF864, the third son quickly discovered that the original plan had deviated, and the "culprit" was none other than the red-haired boy beside her.

"What are you doing! Back off, do you want to die!"

Prisoner No. [-] with a gun growled and glared at the flight attendant approaching them.

The two female flight attendants who faced the guns were frightened and pale, but they still held up the Red Cross first-aid kit in their hands tremblingly, kept standing one after the other, and moved cautiously towards the first-class cabin.

"Let's just look at the injured passenger, let's look at him..."

This was not an excessive request.

Now that this group of robbers has hijacked the plane, the more passengers survive, the more favorable they can negotiate with the authorities.

[Do your best to stabilize the prisoner's emotions, and protect every passenger in the cabin on the premise of protecting yourself. 】

This is the first article written in the "Instructions for Flight Attendants", and it is also the direction of the crew's efforts at the moment.

But to their surprise, the robbers seemed to have no intention of negotiating.

The prisoner with the gun stared at the flight attendant coldly, a trace of fierceness flashed through his eyes very quickly,

"I said, back off if you want to live, is it a fart to treat me like an old man!"

While yelling and cursing, the robber raised his left hand holding the knife high, and was about to stab the stewardess in front of her in the face!

Oops, wrong bet...

The fierce knife light struck, and the elderly stewardess turned pale immediately.

She wanted to turn around and run away, but her hands and feet were so stiff that she couldn't control her. She could only stand there dumbfounded, watching the life-threatening knife tip keep expanding in front of her eyes.

"Senior! Hurry up and escape!"

The junior who was protected behind screamed loudly, threw away the first aid kit in his hand, and dragged the senior back.

But her strength was too weak, and even more panicked, her hands and feet were already weakening one step at a time.

Seeing that the sharp point of the knife was about to pierce the stewardess' eye socket, the red-haired girl sitting among the passengers sank into water. She put down the sketchbook in her hand, and stretched her right hand into her sleeve as if she was holding something.

At the same time, Kudo Yusaku had let go of his son and rushed out.

But someone is one step ahead of them.

The ochre-colored figure was inconceivably fast, and the wind brought by the movement brushed against the third son's side, blowing up the red hair around the girl's cheeks.

The moment the hair fluttered down, the No. [-] robber with the knife had already been punched in the temple and lost consciousness on the spot.

Another prisoner with explosives strapped to his body was kicked unconscious by Nakahara before he even had time to make a threat.

Zhong Yuan also leaned over and grabbed the remote control in prisoner No. [-]'s hand and crushed it.

At the same time, the leather shoes of his feet stepped firmly on the robber's waist and abdomen, and he crushed hard under his feet. With the force of gravity, he easily crushed the opponent's ribs and the crude explosives wrapped around his body into a Flour.

After dealing with the two short-sighted robbers, the red-haired boy turned around, and his cobalt blue pupils with dangerous luster swept across the cabin, like a majestic beast patrolling its territory.

It's just that when the black beast came into contact with the stunned sight of a certain red-haired girl, it finally seemed to think of something, coughed in response, and said in a low and deep voice like a remedy,

"The police are handling the case. Please don't panic. Everyone sits down honestly and cooperates with the work...Thank you."

Kudo Yusaku: "..." You are a fucking policeman!

Mr. Zhongyuan...well, very handsome.

Although she is straightforward and handsome, but, but——

The third son looked at Nakahara Chuya with a strange expression, covering his chest with shaking hands like Parkinson, showing a strange expression mixed with collapse and madness.

If I had to describe it, it was the expression when I was about to clear the game after spending three days and three nights, but was "slapped" by someone, unplugged the power plug, and hadn't saved yet.

"Teacher Zhongyuan—!"

The third son covered his face with his hands in mourning, and put on a classic Monk shouting face, "It's wrong——!!!"

Nakahara Chuya: "Huh?"