The lover that gravity makes is wrong

It happened in the beginning of spring in March.

At that time, the third son was standing upright by the sofa before receiving an overseas emergency call from his subordinate ghost officer, staring at Zhongya Zhongya with a serious face in a daze.

His round eyes stared at the ocher-haired mafia, as if he had seen a cat teasing a stick, and he followed Zhongyuan Zhong in circles.

The expression of the red-haired girl who studies the outlook on life is so cute that a certain mafia who was wearing a tie paused, couldn't help reaching out his hand itchingly, pinched Sanzi's chin, and bent over the girl. Bite on his lips.

Before he had time to deepen the kiss, Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly felt his head sink.

"Huh? What to do?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyes, and looked suspiciously at the girl's hand on his head.

"really."

The third son confirmed that the answer was the same, and compared the height of the head of the red-haired mafia with the palm of his hand, with an expression of discovery of the truth on his face,

"Teacher Chuya, have you recently...have you been drinking 'Gao Lego' behind my back!"

In the past, she was looking at Teacher Ye at the same level, but recently she was looking up!

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

As expected of his lover, his daily focus is in a strange place.

"I can't grow taller normally, can I?"

The 21-year-old red-haired mafia tried to interfere with the third son's thinking direction.

"impossible!"

The eyes of a certain red-haired ghost girl suddenly became sharp.

She raised her finger and began to list the evidence, not intending to save any face for the Mafia.

"Normal tall men don't get up secretly in the middle of the night, measure their height in front of the mirror, and use a marker pen to mark the position of each scale on the tape measure in order not to make mistakes!"

The third son's eloquent description was so detailed and graphic that the air in the apartment was quiet for two seconds.

"You saw it."

In the silent silence, Zhong Yuanzhong also spoke expressionlessly.

That unwavering and calm expression seemed inexplicably to have been bumped into the scene of a crime and was about to kill someone to silence him.

"Yes, got it."

The red-haired ghost didn't hesitate at all, and simply nodded with his arms folded.

As if feeling that the impact on his lover was not enough, Sanzi blinked his eyes and added sincerely,

"Because the picture is so interesting, I couldn't help watching it quietly for a while."

"Don't worry, Chuya-sensei, you're so cute!"

The third son patted the ocher-haired mafia on the shoulder with one hand, and said with a smile,

"After anyone sees it, they can't help but smile knowingly, and use the camera to record the warm painting at this moment... eh!"

Nakahara Chuya, who caught a certain keyword, slowly narrowed his eyes,

"Camera recording?"

"...!!" The red-haired girl, who knew she was talking bald, swallowed the second half of her words.

She looked up at the sky nonchalantly, refusing to reveal more clues.

Only, as long as she doesn't tell, it's impossible for Mr. Chuya to find out!

This is a wonderful position that she hid super well, she is so confident!

The third son looked at the ceiling with his hands behind his back, skillfully pretending to be stupid,

"Eh? Chuya-sensei, did you say something just now? Hahaha, modern Japanese is so difficult to understand, I accidentally missed it hahahaha."

The gravitationalist did not speak, and stared at the third son with cobalt blue pupils for a long time.

Until a ghost girl began to sweat guiltily at the back of her head, and she tickled her little finger reflexively.

Oh, very good.

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted, turned around and walked towards the study.

The goal is quite clear, pointing directly at the third son's workshop.

——This brings up Sanzi’s great comic career.

Sometimes, because the deadline is approaching, but she doesn't want to miss the rare date with her lover, the witty ghost girl came up with the bad idea of ​​"dating + writing, double happiness".

The specific picture is-

During the candlelight dinner, Nakahara was also cutting steaks, and the third son was frantically rushing to draft on the opposite side.

During the romantic night scene, Zhong Yuan Zhong also stood facing the wind with his hands behind his back, and the third son used the air as a desktop by gravity to rush to draft.

When the atmosphere just lay down, the third son...

Oh, not yet for this one.

However, according to Zhongyuan Zhongye's understanding of a certain ghost messenger, I always feel that if I don't intervene, this day will appear sooner or later.

No, only this, he absolutely does not allow!

Facts have proved that men can always exert [-]% efficiency when it comes to happiness.

So half a day later, in the private apartment of the PortMafia cadre, there was a large workbench and a complete set of comic creation tools in the study.

The space that was originally a bit spacious and empty suddenly became more abundant.

At least for now, Mr. Gravity Maker, who is as powerful as a thousand, has been able to manipulate gravity proficiently, and handle multiple tasks such as blackening, stickers, and background painting at the same time, and he is perfectly qualified to be the assistant of the third teacher.

I have to say that he is worthy of being a model worker cadre, and he can be called a decathlon!

Therefore, even though the third son thinks that his little secret is well hidden, in fact, he has been seen by his lover and knows it well.

Zhongyuan Zhong also strode towards the study with a red-haired ghost hanging on his back.

The third son clamped his legs around the ocher-haired lover's waist, and hugged Nakahara Chuya's neck from behind, as if reining in a horse, trying to use his own weight to stop his lover's footsteps.

"Whoo!! Teacher Chuya! There is nothing in the study, there is really nothing!"

"Don't look through the bookshelves, who would hide important things in the bookcase? I'm not a primary school student, so I wouldn't be so young...ah!"

Then, the ghost girl who claimed that she would not be so naive, watched her lover helplessly, and accurately took down the "Dutch Epic Divine Comedy Trilogy" among a large number of books, and dug out a stack of drawings from inside.

Third son: "..."

The content of the original tome of the book was hollowed out at some point, and "unknowingly" replaced it with the private four-panel comic of "Teacher Sanzi"——

"My Lover Is So Cute" is a serialized masterpiece.

The latest words are exactly——

The Q version of the ocher-haired villain stays up in the middle of the night, quietly holding a flashlight to measure his height, and carefully marking the stars on the tape measure with his eyes wide open.

There is a saying that painting can express love.

With such serious brush strokes, you can feel the author's overflowing emotions on the drawing paper with just one glance.

The moment he saw the drawing, Zhong Yuanzhong was also slightly taken aback.

He felt as if some girl suddenly stuffed a piece of honey into his mouth, and even his heart seemed to feel its melting temperature, and the sweetness could not be stopped.

"Teacher Zhongye, give it back to me!"

"I don't plan to publish this manga, I just read it myself, so it's okay, right? Chuya-sensei!"

The third son, who didn't realize it, was still nervously circling around Zhongya Zhongya.

She tried to reach out to reach the manga manuscript, but was cleverly avoided by the brown-haired mafia.

Damn it!Using different abilities is cheating!

The red-haired girl scratched her hair anxiously, and just when she decided to grab it directly, she suddenly felt the top of her head sink.

"Yes, it's okay."

Nakahara Chuya pressed the palm of Sanzi's head, bent down and kissed the girl's eyes lightly.

"That--!"

The third son's eyes lit up, and before he had time to be happy, he heard Zhong Yuan Zhong also slowly added the second half of the sentence,

"But this, confiscated."

"Eh?!"

"Why is this! Teacher Chuya! I am the author and have the right to own the rights to my own works!"

"Oh, then I am a prototype, and I have the right to retain the rights to the likeness and application, so - dismissed."

Woo...the damn mafia!

In the end, the four-frame manga was locked in the safe by Zhong Yuan.

A certain red-haired girl was squatting pitifully beside the safe, unwillingly picking at the code disk on it, like a tearful son of a bitch.

But it doesn't matter!

Taking advantage of Zhongyuan Zhongye's turning around, the third son's eyes instantly became sharp.

In fact, she still has a backup, Teacher Chuya!

Unexpectedly, it is important to prepare three copies!

Thinking of the sketch lying quietly in the hell dormitory, the red-haired ghost showed an extremely reassuring expression.

……Fool.

Zhong Yuanzhong also chuckled, glanced at his triumphant lover, and didn't let it go.

The noisy morning didn't last long, and soon, the third son received a series of distress signals from his subordinate ghost messenger.

Um?Why America again?

The red-haired girl blinked her eyes strangely, and before she had time to think about it, she hurriedly said hello to her lover, and left in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, a breeze that ordinary people can hardly detect also blows into Yokohama.

*****

Unlike the supernatural beings that only exist in urban legends, Yokohama is a 'nuclear' flat city with mixed fish and dragons. Therefore, as the permanent residents of this city, the citizens have long practiced a set of special survival skills— —

Keep a pitiful curiosity, stay away from the ports and alleys in the middle of the night, and stay away from black suits when you see them.

So, when they accidentally raised their heads and realized that there seemed to be a whale-like aircraft above their heads, they were only surprised for a moment, and continued to do what they should do.

Of course, some people jokingly mentioned,

"Could it be that the event that ended in Tokyo not long ago will also be staged in Yokohama?"

"Hahaha, how is it possible? Are you a vegetarian in this city's 'wild dog'?"

The old man who knew something inside laughed and laughed.

As long as you live in this city long enough, even ordinary people will be vaguely aware of something.

But most of the time, those things are too far away from their daily life, and keeping a considerable distance is the wisest choice.

No one cared about the aircraft above their heads until one day, a large number of grapevines suddenly grew on the streets of Yokohama.

"what?"

"Wow! Why is this in the middle of the road, it's so in the way!"

On the second day after these grape vines were removed as rubbish, as the first passer-by attacked the surrounding pedestrians like crazy, a war that should have been limited to the three societies suddenly spread to ordinary people. body.

【"What a tragedy, this is already the No. 20 dead this week, right?"】

On a street invisible to the naked eye, a ghost messenger threw a restraint bell, restrained the struggling dead, and handed them over to a colleague behind him.

At the moment of being trapped by the restraint bell, the dead man who was originally described as crazy suddenly froze, and suddenly woke up from the dazed state.

They looked suspiciously at the two ghost messengers in front of them, and just about to ask what happened, they suddenly learned the fact that they were dead.

"Impossible! I... I just went home like normal, why?!"

"I beg you, let me go, I, I will exchange it with money, any amount is fine!"

"Mom... woo woo, I want mom..."

There are dead who cannot accept the reality, and naturally there are also dead souls who have been prepared for a long time.

Most of them wore black suits and sunglasses, which Yokohama people shy away from.

When he heard the news of his death, after only a brief moment of stupefaction, a helpless wry smile appeared on his face.

"Is that so, we're all dead already."

"The cadres in the Central Plains should be very sad. That lord always puts the lives of his subordinates more seriously."

"Hey brother, what a coincidence, I am under the command of Ozaki-chan."

"... black lizard."

Accidentally, it even turned into a large-scale confession scene.

Perhaps because of the presence of "acquaintances", this unknown road to Huangquan seems to have become a little more at ease.

Although most of them have to go to the black rope hell to spend a considerable period of time.

【"Central Plains...?"】

The ghost messenger who walked in front and was in charge of escorting looked at his colleague, and the two exchanged a look of surprise.

Mafia, plus the title of 'Central Plains Cadre'.

【"It's the third son, sir."】

【"Absolutely."】

But Yokohama is really a city full of disasters.

I just hope that this momentum of constant death can be curbed quickly, they don't want to do it again, the endless 88 days of chaos and overtime hell.

But it was during the time when the third son was on a business trip.

Facts have proved that when it comes to reducing the large-scale damage to the city, certain two supernatural organizations are obviously more anxious than the escorting ghosts.

——"We all love this city. This is the only thing we have in common. We are closely related to this city. We must not let overseas superpowers turn this place into ashes." (①)

——"Therefore, the only action to take back Q tonight, I hope you Hong Kong and black will not hinder us." (①)

At that time, at the meeting between the Armed Detective Agency and PortMafia, Mori Ogai did not show any attitude towards this.

But sometimes, not expressing a position is another kind of approval for an organization.

"...Although there is no agreement with the detective agency, in the logic of a comprehensive alliance, there is still the possibility of an answer." (①)

Between the detective agency and PortMafia, many grudges have accumulated.

The members of the former agency, as well as the newcomers who had just joined, were all hunted down by Hong Kong gangsters and almost lost their lives.

However, the latter's assassination operations repeatedly hit the wall in the detective agency and lost all face. This is a great shame for the underworld organization that values ​​"face" more than life.

They have no possibility of cooperation.

However, the essence of the alliance is 'prepaid'.

Only after making up for the losses of the other party in advance and getting back a hundred times the profits, can the two parties reach an alliance regardless of past suspicions.

Therefore, the duo dubbed the most vicious——

[Double Black], only to come back tonight.

Late at night, outside a deserted warehouse somewhere in Yokohama

A figure fell straight down from a high altitude, accompanied by a huge earthquake on the ground, the ambush soldiers holding guns and weapons were caught off guard and were suppressed into the ground by the red supernatural power. They lost their fighting spirit on the spot and the entire army was wiped out.

"How is it possible! There is no mention of this attack in the plan!"

One of the members of [Group], John Steinbeck, opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

They thought they could use this bait trap to capture another member of the detective agency, but the unexpected surprise attack caught them off guard.

"Ah, sure enough."

Surrounded by the enemy, Osamu Dazai scratched his hair impatiently, showing the expected irritability.

As if responding to the prediction of the kite-eyed young man, in the shaking dust, an ocher-haired figure in a large coat slowly stepped out of the dust and appeared in front of them.

"Hey, let's start with the ugly words first, after we've dealt with these miscellaneous soldiers, it's your turn, Dazai."

John Steinbeck watched the ocher-haired mafia appear solemnly, and slowly frowned,

"PortMafia, in the Central Plains."

*****

At the same time, the Kingdom of Heaven, Taoyuan Township

"By the way, third son, remember to tell brother Zhongyuan that during the period of taking the medicine, temporarily prohibit using the power of Huangba vomiting."

As soon as they met, the black-haired young man wearing a medicine towel uttered a sentence without end, which made the third son full of question marks.

"Huh? Medicine?"

The red-haired ghost girl tilted her head in doubt, not knowing where the doctor's order came from.

"Uncle Bai Ze, have you prescribed any medicine for Teacher Chuya?"

when?

Why is she not impressed at all?

After finally solving it, a series of strange "death is coming" version of the death cycle overseas successfully fished out the unlucky subordinates trapped in the [realm].

The third son was planning to go to the Hanfang House, and took back the golden elixir ordered by his father along the way.

I didn't expect to hear such a sentence as soon as I stepped into the Hanfang room.

"I'm sorry, sorry, because I was afraid that I would forget it accidentally, so I decided to tell you first."

Bai Ze said with a smile.

Although he has washed his face, if you look closely, you can still see the lipstick marks left on his face.

Not to mention, there was Momotaro who was making sober soup in the kitchen like a worried old mother behind her.

The tip of the third son's nose moved slightly, smelling the alcohol smell left in the medicine house, and he immediately understood.

"Uncle Bai Ze, if you indulge in alcohol and sex without restraint, your body will collapse."

"definitely no problem!"

Facing the red-haired girl's persuasion, a certain auspicious beast gave a thumbs up without fear, and proudly said something incredible,

"I studied Chinese herbal medicine just to avoid this day!"

Third son: "..."

As expected of Uncle Bai Ze, even the tone of self-revealing his shortcomings was subtly a little shameless and arrogant.

"By the way, what happened to the 'medicine' just now?"

Seeing that the topic gradually deviates from the direction, the red-haired ghost finally remembered the topic,

"Is there something wrong with Mr. Chuya's body?"

"no no."

Bai Ze waved his hand and said, "Brother Zhongyuan is strong. That is not so much a medicine, but a tonic for conditioning."

"Although I don't know the reason why the Huangba in Brother Zhongyuan's body lacks energy, but after recuperation, it should grow again."

"Similar to the 'secondary development' that humans often say, if you look at the time, there should be signs during this period."

Signs, secondary development...

An idea quickly flashed through Sanzi's mind.

The third son suddenly realized that he hammered his palm: "Mr. Zhongye is really drinking 'Gao Lego' secretly!"

Damn it, I promised everyone to be short and happy together, but in the end Teacher Zhongye actually grew taller behind her back!

The petite ghost girl clenched her fists and looked at Bai Ze with piercing eyes.

"Master Bai Ze! I also want tonic and grow taller!"

There are not many requirements, as long as you are a little shorter than your father.

The third son stretched out his index finger and thumb, and made a gesture towards Bai Ze that was infinitely approaching nothing.

"Eh... your words..."

Bai Ze, who claims to be a master of ghosts and gods and knows everything about the world, looked at the third son hesitantly, with a rare look of embarrassment in his eyes,

"Third son, your growth period ended 300 years ago."

Third son: "..."

The red-haired girl, thunderbolt from the blue sky, showed an expression of being struck by lightning.

"But that tonic has a very troublesome side effect, and I forgot to tell Brother Zhongyuan at the time." Bai Ze said.

Third son: "Side effects?"

Bai Ze rubbed his chin, thought about it for a while and explained,

"It means that during the period of taking it, it is forbidden to use the power of 'Huangba spit'. Although in theory, it will not be life-threatening if it is used, but in terms of the result, it is very troublesome."

Even Bai Ze said it was troublesome, so this side effect——

The third son frowned: "Is it difficult to deal with?"

"On the contrary, it's best not to deal with it."

Bai Ze's long and narrow eyes shone with a cold light, falling on the third son's face, with a hint of warning,

"From ancient times to the present, awakening the gods who are absorbing energy without authorization has cost a lot."

"Usually, this price is paid by the unlucky people around. For the Valkyrie, ordinary people have to be prepared to live in peace and be razed to the ground."

"However, there are exceptions."

When Bai Ze said this, he paused.

"What exception?" The red-haired girl subconsciously asked.

"The gods on Neon's side are very capricious. Sometimes, the closer you are to someone, the easier it is for you to be the object of extortion."

"So third son, the next words are for you—"

Bai Ze stared at the questioning third son, and warned word by word,

"Brother Zhongyuan, if he really uses Huang Ba to spit, run away immediately, and he will definitely not be caught by him."

"If you are accidentally dragged into the realm of the gods—"

Before the beast is completely satisfied, he will never let you go.