The lover that gravity makes is wrong

People of the older generation often say that people will see the person they most want to see before they die.

Matsuda Jinpei, the former police officer of the Explosives Disposal Team of the Mobile Squad, thought that the person who appeared in front of him should be his best friend who died a year ago.

Or, it was Jiang Gu Ling, that irritating guy, he could barely accept it.

However, is there something wrong with this one in front of you?

In the last minute of the bomb countdown, Matsuda Jinpei stared blankly at the old woman who suddenly appeared in front of her, at least 1 years old.

It was so shocking that he didn't even notice when the ash fell from the cigarette he was holding.

"Young man, are you going to die?"

The old woman dressed in white grinned and approached the curly-haired young man step by step, approaching the blue and white face,

"In this case, can I fulfill my little wish before I die?"

"It's very simple, just kiss the old body."

……what?

What did the old woman just say?

Matsuda Jinpei silently took a step back, with rejection written all over his face.

Leaving aside the issue of attitude as a criminal police officer, this old woman who suddenly appeared in the ferris wheel pod doesn't look like a normal human being, does she? !

Four years ago, on January 1, a double bomb case occurred in Kuwado.

The prisoner installed the bombs in two different buildings. Although one was demolished by Matsuda Jinpei, at the same time, his friend Ogihara from the same unit died in another explosion. Arrested.

Since then, Matsuda Jinping has been tracking down the prisoner's whereabouts.

He heard that since then, every year, the police department will receive a countdown fax.

Three years ago it was 3, two years ago it was 2, and a year ago it was 1... There is no doubt that this is the new crime notice of the bomber.

And this year, it's the same day in the fourth year.

The prisoner must do something.

Sure enough, Matsuda Jinping arrived.

This time, the prisoner planted the bomb under the seat of the No. 72 gondola of the Ferris wheel in the Kubato shopping plaza.

Looking at the structure, it is just an ordinary water, silver, mercury, column bomb, as long as it is kept stable, it can be easily dismantled.

But the purpose of the criminal is also here.

He gave Matsuda Jinpei, who was trapped on the Ferris wheel, two options——

One, now dismantle the bomb, and then he detonates the second bomb hidden in a large hospital in this city

Second, Matsuda Jinping waited for the countdown, and in the last three seconds, he displayed the name of the hospital on Bomb's LCD screen

"Tell me two, isn't there only one choice?"

Matsuda Jinhei stared at the text on the LCD screen, chuckled, turned around and sat down against the back of the pod chair, and leisurely exhaled a smoke ring.

Obviously, he chose the latter path.

At this moment, Matsuda Jinping even thought about his last words.

At the last 60 seconds of the countdown, he turned on his phone and waited intently for the prompt of the second explosion point.

Just then, a weird accident happened.

A second breath suddenly appeared in the pod where there was no one else except Matsuda Jinpei.

Even the air was unusually cold.

As if the soles of the feet were moving flat against the ground, the sound of rustling footsteps came from behind Matsuda Jinpei.

Matsuda Jinpei paused his fingers operating the phone, and he slowly turned his head back.

He suddenly met a pale, wrinkled face.

An old woman dressed in white was looking at him with a sinister grin.

Run away!

The moment their eyes met, Matsuda Jinpei's pupils shrank suddenly, and the crisis nerves all over his body suddenly arose at this moment, screaming frantically and running for his life.

He subconsciously reached out to grab the pistol, but in vain.

At some point, the police gun was taken away first, and fell at the old woman's feet.

"Come on young man, come and kiss the old man, isn't the old man beautiful?"

Don't you know what you look like?

A drop of cold sweat fell from the corner of Matsuda Jinpei's forehead.

He wanted to dodge, but he didn't dare to make too much movement considering the explosive device behind him.

... 30 seconds left.

Matsuda Jinpei counted silently in his heart, thinking of ways to get out of the predicament.

Seemingly annoyed by the black-haired youth's hesitation, the old woman angrily tore off the shell of her disguise.

The originally kindly face was pale with a ghostly look, with black blood dripping from the seven orifices, and the long, dark tongue snaked out of his mouth like a snake.

With a ferocious face, she rushed straight towards Matsuda Zhenping!

"I'm going to die anyway, why don't you kiss the old body! Why not? Hurry up and realize the old body's wish!"

"Don't come here—!!"

The always cold and proud criminal policeman was frightened and turned pale.

The next moment, his eyes changed, and he shot calmly, trying to grab the monster's neck.

However, the mutation happened again, and his fingers passed directly through the opponent's neck, only grabbing a piece of cold air.

"!!" Matsuda was startled.

At the same time, the long dark tongue of the monster was already in sight.

Oops... Is this going to be too late?

What hellish ghost story!

Matsuda Zhenping's face was livid, and when he was at a loss what to do, he suddenly heard a soft 'pop'.

It's as if the ice cold beer is opened, and it's like when the firework is lit, it drags the long tail of the flame and rises into the night sky——

The girl's clear voice sounded behind him,

"Hey, auntie, the deceased said they don't want it anymore, you are harassment by X, you want to call 'Hell'!"

girl? !

Before Matsuda Zhenping had time to think about it, the next second, the sound of breaking through the air came.

A black mace rubbed against his cheek, sharply cutting off the long tongue of the wraith.

In the howling of resentment, the mace smashed heavily into the monster's face, and poked out from the back of its head. With a loud bang, it was nailed to the seat of the gondola.

The entire Ferris wheel swayed unsteadily.

"Oops! Bomb!"

Matsuda Jinhei's pupils suddenly shrank.

In an emergency, he didn't have time to think about it, turned around and threw himself hard, subconsciously protecting the girl's figure in his arms.

Matsuda Jinhei closed his eyes, ready to block the impact of the explosion with his back.

however--

1 second, 2 seconds, and 3 seconds passed, but the heart-piercing pain I imagined did not come.

The interior of the ferris wheel was as quiet as usual, and nothing happened.

what happened?

Matsuda Jinpei was startled, and suddenly felt his arm being poked.

He lowered his head subconsciously, and met a pair of beautiful emerald pupils like emeralds.

The red-haired girl raised her face, her puzzled expression reflected in her calm pupils,

"Matsuda Jinpei, today is March 2010, 3, and the incident is over."

"—You should wake up."

The moment the girl's voice hit his ears, the black-haired young man's mind suddenly fell silent, and the next moment, memories flooded him like a flood.

The fog in front of him was dispelled, and a dazed expression gradually appeared on his face——

Yes.

It turned out that he was already dead.

****

This time the soul-inducing task is not complicated.

It's more appropriate to say it's "removing spirits" rather than receiving them.

In the present world, there are always all kinds of urban ghost stories and legends.

For example, the Hanako in the toilet, the slit girl on the street at night, or the ominous ghost in the video tape, the human imagination is amazing, and different weirdness can always be born from this.

The same is true for the Ferris wheel this time.

For a long time, there have been various romantic legends about the Ferris wheel among lovers.

The most famous one is the one——

"When the Ferris wheel reaches the highest point, kiss your lover and you can spend your life with each other"

But sometimes, no matter how good the rumor is, it may not necessarily have a better ending after being circulated several times.

After all, compared to romantic and beautiful stories, horror stories can always attract more attention.

So the romance at the highest point of the Ferris wheel has become a story of a weird old woman in white clothes, hovering at the highest point, catching people for kisses, and looking for a ghost to replace the dead.

This time the third son came to deal with this evil spirit.

At present, several unlucky people have been recruited and caught, and have become the new 'Bai Wugou Old Man'.

If you continue to leave it alone, bigger troubles will brew sooner or later.

Because of this, the red-haired ghost girl accidentally discovered another dead person hovering in the No. 72 pod of the Ferris wheel.

"Jinpei Matsuda, the current criminal policeman, died in the Kashido Ferris wheel bombing on January 2009, 1."

The red-haired ghost girl checked the information on the phone, frowned suspiciously,

"Shouldn't such a dead person with merit be taken away by the Reception Department immediately? Why is he still in this world?"

【"Third son, according to the records, a year ago, there was a vicious bombing incident in the Cupido Shopping Plaza, and the number of people who were implicated in accidental deaths increased sharply. appeared at that time."]

The artificial AI's inorganic voice came from the girl's watch, explaining,

【"His aura was covered by the evil spirit. In addition, the deceased himself seemed to have a last wish, and he wanted to avoid it."】

If it weren't for this time, a similar bombing, bombing, and bombing happened to the Kubado Ferris Wheel, which attracted the attention of the deceased Matsuda Jinpei.

It is estimated that he will stay longer.

*****

"This is the [two-way realm] between you and this wraith, Mr. Matsuda."

In the No. 72 cabin of the Ferris wheel, the third son pushed away the black-haired young man, got up and walked to the cursed and howling monster,

"Because you didn't want to see the same dead police officers appear, you pulled the entire Ferris wheel into the [Boundary] one second before the explosion, and thus accidentally broke into the barrier of the Wraith."

"If you guessed right, the entire Tokyo and TV news are broadcasting your feat, Mr. Matsuda."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

"Okay, now it's cleaning time."

The third son stretched out his hand and pulled out the mace stuck in the evil spirit's head.

The girl's heel stepped on the opponent's tongue, and while rubbing hard, she turned her head and gave Matsuda Jinpei a friendly smile,

"Just stay there and don't move, Matsuda-san, after solving it, it's your turn."

Matsuda shook his head, and silently retracted his left leg, which was about to escape.

Next, the scene of the resentful spirit being unilaterally suppressed and beaten made the black-haired deceased countless times rejoice that he had made the right choice.

"Hey, that miss ghost."

Matsuda Zhenping looked at the wraith who was beaten so helplessly, and asked carefully,

"[Boundary] and the like, according to the general interpretation of film and television literature, shouldn't the regret of the soul be realized first, and then the dead should be sent to become a Buddha?"

However, the fact is that the wraith of the ferris wheel is almost overwhelmed by physics.

Obviously, the resentful spirit under the feet of a certain red-haired ghost messenger is also thinking about it.

——planning to use this as a threat to survive the beating from the ghost guard and force the other party to fulfill his last wish.

"Huh? Realize regret?"

The third son strangled the old woman's throat, lifted her up, and looked at Matsuda Zhenping in surprise,

"What nonsense are you talking about, Matsuda-san."

The red-haired ghost girl blinked her emerald eyes, bent the corners of her eyes, and revealed a lovely smile like an angel,

"For the dead who will only increase the workload of hell like this kind of rubbish, of course they should be severely punished without mercy."

"I've already died once anyway, so it doesn't matter if I lose an arm or two legs?"

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

"So, to sum it up—"

The third son withdrew his gaze, and his kind gaze fell on the face of Wraith, who was unwilling to struggle.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't unlock [Realm] honestly, you don't have to go to hell anymore. I'll send you off now."

【】【】——!

The wraith old lady still wanted to bargain, but before she could open her mouth, she found that the red-haired girl let go and threw her to the ground.

Then without saying a word, he raised his mace and struck down with all his might——

"three!"

The sharp mace wrapped in the frightening power of the underworld, and it fell on the head!

The relentless sternness made the lucky old lady scream in horror, rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot.

At the same time, with a 'dang' sound of the mace, it happened to graze Wraith's face, and hit her feet, making a chilling crash.

"Oh, I fainted. I just frightened her. How could I really do it?"

A red-haired girl with a weapon blinked her eyes and said innocently,

"—After all, the punishment of hell is still waiting, so it just dissipates, how cheap it is for her, hahaha, hahahaha."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

devil.

This girl is definitely an out-and-out devil.

"By the way, Mr. Matsuda."

The red-haired devil turned his face sideways, looked over with a cute smile, and asked,

"You are a righteous policeman, you don't need me to count to three, do you?"

What do you mean by counting to three?

There are only 'three' at all!

Matsuda Jinpei pretended to be calm and took down the cigarette he was holding, and swallowed slowly.

At the same time, the illusion of the ferris wheel wrapped around it faded away, revealing the [realm] belonging to Matsuda Jinpei.

Cherry blossoms are flying in the white teaching building.

It was the police academy where he spent time with his friends.

"Yo, Xiaozhenping—"

"Matsuda."

"Array flat."

……

…………

The partner in memory waved at him.

They were wearing blue police uniforms, and their youthful and youthful faces were covered with OK bandages after the accident. Their smiles were as bright as the carefree sunshine in the sky.

Research two.

Jing Guang.

Ida.

The naturally curly black-haired young man quietly watched his companion not far away.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes hard to look at the false sky, and slowly revealed a smile.

"Oh, sure, the good cops of the town don't bother Hell."

Even if it's fake, it's enough to have another look at them before leaving.

Following the first level [Boundary], the illusion on the second level gradually dissipated, revealing the sky behind the Cupo Shopping Plaza.

Matsuda Jinpei lowered his head, took out the sunglasses on his chest and put them on again, turning back into the cold and arrogant criminal policeman again.

"Miss Guicha, can I ask you something? Of course, if you violate the rules, forget it."

The third son stared at the black-haired young dead man for a while, then raised his hand and called out the soul-binding bell. His calm voice and crisp ringtone came to Matsuda Zhenping's ears.

"—No, hell ghosts don't accept running errands."

"but……"

The red-haired ghost girl raised the soul-binding bell, and jumped off the Ferris wheel with the black-haired dead invisibly.

Between the staggered figures, they landed on the side of a familiar street,

"I suddenly have a craving for a sandwich—"

The third son said abruptly,

"So Mr. Matsuda, if you have anything else to say, you can talk to the new waiter in that cafe."

waiter?

Matsuda Jinpei was taken aback for a moment, and raised his eyes to look at the cafe across the street.

The bell of the store door rang softly, and in the cafe with the signboard of 'Polo', a blond and dark-skinned waiter in an apron was bending over to pass the latte in the tray to the customers sitting by the window before.

The black-haired young deceased stared at the waiter in surprise for a while, then suddenly let out a 'ha' and laughed out loud.

March 16th at 37:[-] pm

Not long after the Kubahu Ferris Wheel bombing case ended safely, the door of Poirot Coffee Shop was pushed open again with a 'bell'.

"welcome--"

"Ah, Amuro-kun, could you please entertain this... huh?"

What about people?

Before the store manager finished speaking, in a blink of an eye, he found that the customer in front of him had disappeared.

...Strange, it was still there just now, could it be an illusion?

The store manager rubbed his eyes suspiciously, and looked down to find a pair of black sunglasses on the cash register.

"Manager, where is the customer you just mentioned?"

The blond-haired, dark-skinned waiter came out of the back kitchen, holding a freshly made sandwich in his hands.

"Ah, this—it seems to be back again?"

The store manager turned around and handed the sunglasses to Toru Amuro, "But the customer seems to have left this by accident."

"It's a tall man with curly black hair, Amuro-kun, you're fast, I can trouble you..."

Before the store manager finished speaking, he found that his always stable and reliable employees suddenly opened their eyes wide in extreme astonishment.

Without saying a word, An Shijun stuffed the plate into his arms, grabbed his sunglasses, and rushed out of the shop.

"...Help me return it to him."

clang-

The store door opened and closed again, leaving the second half of the store manager's words behind.

****

Toru Amuro knew this was impossible.

But...but...!

The blond-haired, dark-skinned young man tightly clutched the sunglasses in his hand, standing by the side of the endlessly flowing street.

Panting for breath, his search eyes kept skipping over the faces of passers-by.

Men, women, heights, the possibility of cross-dressing...

Thousands of calculations flashed through his mind, but no usable clues were found for him.

Toru Amuro stood quietly, and slowly lowered his hand holding the sunglasses tightly.

Just when he laughed at himself and turned to leave, a string of bell-like sounds passed through the crowd, and the wind blew past the young man's ears.

A palm fell silently, patting his back lightly.

With a nostalgic atmosphere, so familiar that it almost makes people cry——

【"Come on, zero."】

"..."

—— Matsuda.

Toru Amuro suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened, and he froze in place as if frozen.

It wasn't until the string of farewell bells got farther and farther away that they disappeared at the end and could not be heard at all, then he moved and took a deep breath.

The blond-haired, dark-skinned young man wiped his eyes vigorously with his hand, and put the sunglasses in his pocket cherishingly.

Then, without looking back, move on.

[Blessings, I have received them. 】

[Best trip, my friend. 】

……

…………

Third son: "Is that all right?"

"Ah, that's fine. That guy Zero has a good brain and will understand what I mean. But you, Miss Ghost..."

The black-haired man in a suit stretched out his hand, pointing to the back of the red-haired girl,

"Aren't you going to look back? Your mafia lover has looked at me for a long time with terrifying eyes."

It was so long that he almost thought that he had reincarnated into a sparkling light bulb ahead of time.

what……

The red-haired girl came to her senses, scratched her hair shyly and smiled.

She handed the soul-binding bell in her hand to the subordinate of the ghost messenger, turned around and walked two steps, suddenly seemed to think of something, turned around and corrected and said,

"Teacher Chuya, you are not my lover."

Not a lover?

The black-haired dead man raised his eyebrows, looking at the ghost messenger beside him as if seeking an answer.

On the surface, some ghost messengers are stern and expressionless, but in fact they quietly stretch out their ring fingers and hook them in a crooked way.

Oh, that's not really a lover.

The black-haired dead knew it.

Before stepping into the underworld, he finally turned his head and looked in the direction the red-haired girl left.

Under the azure-colored sunset, the brilliance of the setting sun sprinkled the long path.

The outstanding ghost girl stepped on the light and shadow of the road, as if stepping on a bright wedding flower arbor, and actively plunged into the territory of the ocher-haired mafia, and was held by a black beast, and her fingers were intertwined.

In the distance, their conversation can be heard, carried in the wind.

"...Have you been waiting for a long time? Mr. Chuya."

"Fortunately, just passing by."

"Well, Teacher Chuya, you can actually send me a message."

The third son looked worriedly at the medical tape on his lover's face, and seriously reflected on whether he had really acted too hard.

The girl who was thinking didn't notice that when Zhongyuan Zhong also heard this sentence, a stern light flashed in his eyes.

The ocher-haired mafia glanced meaningfully at the watch on the girl's wrist.

If there is warmth in the eyes, a certain 'watch' has been short-circuited in place and burned to ashes.

[It's okay, the AI ​​won't die, at worst, I'll change my body. 】

A certain intelligent AI was fearless, and even flickered the light source on the watch at an angle that the third son could not see, which was full of provocation.

Gee, this machine.

Zhongyuan Zhongye's cobalt blue pupils narrowed slightly, and before he could make a counterattack, he heard the girl next to him say "ah" and stopped in his tracks.

The third son turned around, facing the brown-haired mafia, motioning for the other party to bend down,

"Bow your head a little, Chuya-sensei."

"doing what?"

He was talking about asking, but in fact, a certain mafia had already taken the first step, obediently bent down, bowed his head trustingly, and exposed the fragile throat and life to the girl's eyes.

"This, give it back to you."

The red-haired ghost girl reached out, took off the black collar used to cover her neck, and put it back on the Mafia's neck.

The leather neck ring still retains the warmth from the girl's neck.

When it wound up, Zhongyuan also had the illusion of being restrained by a girl in an instant.

Like a sharp blade, it is contained in a scabbard.

The black beast that hunts is also tamed by the prey.

The Central Plains did not stop it.

He bent down willingly, and raised his hand to brush the hair around his neck so that the girl could move more easily.

The ochre-haired youth lowered his eyelashes slightly, his cobalt blue eyes fixed on the ghost girl.

"Don't you need it?" Nakahara Chuya asked in a low voice.

"Ah."

The third son responded softly, tiptoed, and fastened the buckle of the black neck ring for his lover.

Such a posture, at first glance, looks like a lover's forehead to forehead, hugging intimately.

Occasionally, pedestrians passed by, and after taking a look, they quickly looked away, not to disturb the passionate couple.

The red-haired ghost girl withdrew her hand, and when she backed away, she took advantage of the opportunity to drop a kiss on Nakahara Chuya's chin.

Then she stretched out her finger and pointed to the black chevrons on her neck, her emerald pupils met Mafia's eyes, and said with a smile,

"That's enough for me."

"—Ananda."