The lover that gravity makes is wrong

If there is any occasion that can surpass 3000 billion fireworks and become the best place to confess, it must be under this vast starlight.

The third son took a deep breath, and the starry sky at the end of September was reflected behind her, illuminating her resolute eyes and expression of resignation to death.

This doesn't look like a confession.

I didn't know, but I thought that in the next second, the red-haired girl would face off against the red-haired boy opposite, in a decisive battle of life and death.

However, the ochre-haired mafia did not speak, but slightly hooked the corners of his lips, waiting for his eyes to fall on the girl's face.

He didn't say a word, but there seemed to be a thousand words in his cobalt blue pupils.

It doesn't matter, she has practiced it many times in her heart, and she can definitely--

"Teacher Chuya!"

The third son clenched his fists, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at the opposite figure,

"I love you, hi, hi, hi—"

The last sentence 'like' (SUKI) was on the verge of his mouth, and when he was about to blurt it out smoothly, the third son suddenly met the deep pupils looking down from the brown-haired mafia.

The clear cobalt blue is like a sapphire immersed in the sea, reflecting the color of the stars in the sky.

San Zi, who was attacked by sight, went blank for a second.

When he came back to his senses, the confession on his lips became——

“SU, SU, the sushi next door is delicious, half price on Mondays!”

half price...

price……

The air froze for a second, and there seemed to be a cold wind blowing between the two of them.

After a long time, the red-haired boy on the opposite side held his forehead and sighed. In his familiar voice, there was an inexplicably inhuman inorganic quality.

【"The result of the 100th confession simulation exercise evaluation—failure."】

【"You can't do this, Mr. Sanzi, next time at least replace 'Sushi' with 'Sujin Fried Noodles', maybe you can mix it up with homonyms."】

While complaining unceremoniously, 'Nakahara Chuya' raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the air.

The background of the vast starry sky disintegrated, and the outline of the red-haired boy also faded away.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scene has changed, revealing the true face of the golden-red Iron Man, and the layout of the three sons in the ghost dormitory of Hell Yan Demon Hall.

This is Sanzi's dormitory, and the "Central Plains Chuya" on the opposite side is played by the intelligent AI robot Xiao A.

There is only one purpose -

Getting ready for an upcoming date with a red-haired ghost.

And a certain ghost girl let out a 'woo' in shock at this, and slammed her forehead heavily on the table, successfully adding another crack to the dormitory, which had already taken on a lot of draft tables.

"It's too difficult! Why is there such a thing as 'confession' in this world?"

"Is this really a sweet love link? It's basically a punishment for the spirit!"

The third son hugged his head and wailed 1 times.

It is said that morale is a thing that goes all out, then declines, and is exhausted three times.

Although the third son really wanted to take the opportunity to express his heart, but unfortunately, the reality seems not to allow it.

As if deliberately counting seconds, the wreckage of the aircraft carrier "Tian Shang" has not yet been burned, and the Central Plains Central Committee received a call from an unscrupulous leader, and the third son also received a call from the subordinate of the ghost messenger. New distress signal.

The location is quite close, on a beach near Mamao Island.

Well, ghosts don't deserve to rest.

The third son looked at the location on the communicator and sighed, although it was a bit regretful, but——

Feeling relieved again?

... Cough, anyway, it's definitely not an escape, it's work hahahaha!

Here, the red-haired ghost girl made an appointment with Zhong Yuanzhong, and then ran away with a mace in her hand without looking back.

There was only a red-haired mafia standing for a long time under his own organization building with a dark face.

There was an inexplicable evil in the eyes staring at the phone.

At this moment, PortMafia's model worker Gravity Envoy had the urge to block the boss for the first time.

After that, it was a busy few days.

However, in terms of the degree of suffering, Mori Ogai has become the most painful person compared to the well-meaning Russian dead who was extradited back to the EU Hell and wrestled with bears every day, or Clement, who received ten thousand times the punishment in Abi Hell. that one.

Thanks to the 3000 billion aircraft carrier fireworks, during this time, Mori Ogai, even in his dreams, was being chased by the sophisticated "Ministry of Defense bill".

The guards guarding the door of the chief's office swore that they even heard a cry of 'kill me 3000 billion' coming from the crack of the door late at night.

It was at this time that Mori Ogai began to miss Osamu Dazai very much.

"Ah, if Dazai-kun is here..."

There must be a solution.

Mori Ogai shed kelp tears of remorse as he faced the account that was about to turn red.

This invisible torture lasted until the fifth day. The neon government, unable to withstand the national public opinion and international pressure, finally held a press conference.

Under countless flickering camera lights, the high-ranking minister not only had to show a classic [-]-degree bow to apologize, but also had to pull an ugly smile on his ugly face due to the voices of the public and some international pressure, expressing that he would definitely "respect" The Unsung Hero' presents a commendation.

——["Yes, the pilot of the airship Noah is the hero who saved the whole country."]

——【"Bill? How could it be? It's too late for us to be grateful, hehe, of course it's true, we also prepared an extra bonus, hehehe..."】

On the TV, the minister laughed uglier than crying.

Off the screen, Mori Ogai, who heard the voice, sat up in shock on the spot, dying of illness.

He jumped up from the chair with a jerk, and rushed to the TV with a swift swipe.

"One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand..."

Under the contemptuous eyes of the blond Alice, a certain majestic and unfathomable leader of the port mafia in front of him was lying on the TV screen without any image, staring at the numbers on it.

After counting five times, Mori Ogai looked at the eleven-figure bonus on the screen and fell into deep thought.

...Although I know this is a trap, but I still have a little heart, what's going on?

Alice on the side spoke softly: "Lin Taro, be careful to receive money if you die, spend money if you don't die, you will go to hell in the future, and you will be bald by ghosts."

Mori Ogai: "..."

*****

At the same time, Huangquan Hell

The third son doesn't know the wonderful follow-up in this world, and she is suffering 1 times of confession simulation training at this time.

The performance of scratching his head painfully at the notes is very similar to the unlucky examinee who spends 360 days a year, 350 nine days fishing, and then grinds his gun in the last night.

The artificial intelligence Little A glanced at the time, and there was only one hour left before the agreed time.

The golden red iron man looked at the third son.

The girl's slender body leaned against the manga workbench where she was usually rushing to draft.

Little A, who was pulled over as a mock double, sat on the right rear assistant's seat.Looking from his angle, he could clearly see the short dress that the red-haired girl put on specially for a date, as well as the curve and waist outlined by the belt.

For unknown reasons, after 1 and [-] simulation training, the intelligent AI no longer faced the third son with the projection of 'Nakahara Chuya', but just kept his favorite Iron Man appearance.

He stared at the side face of the red-haired girl for a while, then suddenly said,

【"Third son, may I ask you a question?"】

"Huh? What?"

The girl who was thinking hard looked up from the 'Confession Draft'.

The wine red ponytail tied up on the side swept across her neck, revealing the girl's delicate jaw and bright red lips.

...she put on lipstick.

The golden-red AI thought distractedly.

Then cherish this change with both eyes, hide it in my memory box, and lock it in the innermost position.

Little A asked: ["Master Sanzi, the time of human beings is very short, have you ever thought about the future with that Mr. Mafia?"]

When the third son heard the words, he paused and fell silent.

Little A said it very cryptically, but the third son knew what he was referring to.

The time of human beings is not equal to that of ghosts.

When Nakahara Chuya, the third son was 16 years old.

When Nakahara Chuya was 28 years old, the third son had the appearance of 16 years old.

And when Nakahara Chuya was 38, or even 68, or 98 years old, the third son still looked 16 years old.

This is a normal flow of time in hell, but in this world, it becomes extremely cruel.

It is a terrible thing to watch the time of the person you like go by while you can only stay where you are.

Neon always has all kinds of legends about ghosts.

Just like people in foreign countries, when they talk about vampires and demons, they always bring different romantic colors.

Such as cruel, powerful, bloodthirsty, and... single-minded.

From ancient times to the present, no matter what era it is, winning the heart of a ghost clan can be regarded as a very commendable thing.

It has always been commendable for short-lived races to gain the hearts of long-lived species.

Little A asked her if she had considered her future with Mr. Zhongye?

It does not refer to the short few decades in this world, but to the farther, farther future.

After the death of her lover, she was taken to hell. Can she prevent Chuya-sensei from reincarnating and becoming a human?

Is the lover after reincarnation still the original one?

If the above answers are all negative, then when the time of 'Central Plains Chuya' is over, what will happen to the ghosts who are still at the age of 16?

The time of ghosts and humans is not equal.

For them, a person's life is just a very short, very short moment. After the fireworks burn out, the remaining lonely night sky is the part they have to walk through.

That's why rational intelligent life forms will ask ghosts——

【Master Sanzi, have you considered your future with that mafia? 】

The air in the dormitory became completely quiet at some point.

The dazed red-haired girl lowered her eyes and looked at the paper in her hand. The confession text on it became a little blurry for a moment, but after the third son blinked vigorously, it became clear again.

"I……"

The red-haired girl stared at the pencil writing on the page, and slowly opened her mouth, "I don't have this question..."

Just halfway through the conversation, the alarm clock that had been set suddenly sounded urgently 'beep', interrupting Sanzi's subsequent narration

"Oops! It's time!"

The third son hurriedly got up from the chair, without even bringing the confession draft that he had prepared painstakingly, and disappeared into the dormitory with a 'pop', leaving only one sentence behind.Echoes slowly in the air.

"Sorry little A, if it's too late, I'll leave first and come back to bring you special products!"

Little A: ["..."]

But third son, you didn't bring the one last time.

The golden-red Iron Man still wanted to speak, but unfortunately, a certain red-haired ghost messenger had already run away so far that he couldn't even see his figure.

——"Let's go."

The third voice sounded without warning in the dormitory, full of disappointment.

Little A didn't show any surprise about this.

After all, there are only a few who can show up at the residence of the ghost police executive without saying hello.

【"Good evening, my lord Xiaoai."】

The golden-red Iron Man nodded to the visitor, then got up on his own, arranged the manuscripts that the third son had spread on the table, and put them back in the spare drawer. Afterwards, he wrung out a damp cloth and wiped it. Put loose pencils back into place.

Yan Moai sat on the tatami, biting the tea cake she brought, quietly watching the smart AI's skillful movements, and suddenly said,

"Do all robots like to abuse themselves, or are you a special breed?"

When Yan Moai said this, there was no malice, just pure doubts.

As a hell girl who has seen the joys and sorrows of reality for hundreds of years, Yan Moai thinks that she still has this vision.

In other words, in the hell where the dead are densely populated, is there any jailer who is not a "human spirit" in this world.

Probably just a certain iron-clad red-haired girl who didn't see the idea of ​​intelligent AI.

Even Tang Gua, who was the only one who was not sure, affirmed his thoughts after hearing the news that the artificial intelligence was in a hurry to search for Noah's airship, and went to ask for leave with Ghost Lantern, and ran to the present world.

Under such circumstances, a certain intelligent AI also volunteered to propose a "simulated confession plan" to serve as a stand-in? !

...Picture what?

Is it the feeling of heartbreak?

Speaking of which, does AI have a heartbreaker?

Yan Moai couldn't figure it out.

Little A was not moved by the words of the hell girl.

It wasn't until the artificial intelligence finished tidying up the red-haired ghost's room that he put a cup of tea in Yan Moai's hand, sat down and said,

【"Lord Xiaoai, we are different from human beings. AI will not die, I have a longer time than Lord Sanzi."】

The tone of the golden-red AI was calm, and he didn't feel that he had said such shocking words.

【"So, instead of entangled in the symbolic definitions of unknown words such as 'substitute' and 'defeated dog' in universal values, it is better to accompany the third son and record her changes bit by bit."】

【"Besides, as long as I think about the love and joy of the third son, I have a share of the credit, and my program will inevitably be a little..."】

When the intelligent AI said this, it paused for a moment, as if it was searching for matching words, the floating light of the data quickly passed through the pupils,

【"... a bit, my heart is surging."】

【"Humans have a saying, 'Live to the end, you will have the last laugh.' Our AI is very honest, we only care about the results, and don't pay attention to those imaginary."]

Yan Moai: "..."

Yan Moai was so frightened that she even dropped the tea cake in her hand.

Honestly, she wanted to call the police.

... Sanzi, do you know that your future right-hand man is infected with a terrible program virus?

No, it should be said that the Central Plains Huangba spit——

Do you know your future surrounded by rivals?

Remembering that there is a demon assistant who challenges the book every day in EU Hell, Yan Moai silently swallowed the tea cake in her mouth, deciding that it is better not to think about it.

Anyway, even if you broke your head, the position of the only best friend is hers.

Speaking of location...

The hell girl asked casually: "By the way, where is the date for the third son this time?"

Little A's second answer location: ["Yokohama Planetarium."]

Planetarium...

Yan Moai paused for a moment while chewing the cake, then took a sip of hot water silently, and uttered a sentence from the heart,

"Huangba vomits, it's not easy."

Obviously the mafia who should go through the 26-ban plot, but was dragged by the third son, and ran all the way on the 12+ pure love avenue.

...Mr. Zhongyuan, it must be hard to endure.

【"There is hard work, but it is more fun to say that it means more."】

Little A said suddenly.

"What is happy to see it happen?"

A question mark appeared on Yan Moai's head.

Facing the puzzled eyes of the hell girl, Little A has no intention of explaining.

After all, there are some things that are not suitable for a pure girl to tell.