The lover that gravity makes is wrong

The third son looked up at the clock in the cabin, and the time went back to before Hideaki Oda was killed.

When the familiar scream sounded from the economy class, Mikoko and Nakahara looked at each other, got up quickly in tacit understanding, bypassed the flight attendant who was trying to stop him, and met Kudo Yusaku who was holding his son.

This time, they wasted no time.

Nakahara also directly revealed his identity as a "policeman", cooperated with Kudo Yusaku to solve the case, and successfully gained the trust of the passengers and crew members in the cabin.

Then, what comes next is the point.

——"In terms of games, Hideaki Oda and the captain's sacrifice are unchangeable pre-plots. Unauthorized changes can easily contradict the memory of the deceased and trigger the 'death cycle'."

Just before the cycle started, the third son pointed to the section of the Mobius ring on the sketchbook and said.

After Kudo Yusaku heard this, his expression was unavoidably a little ugly.

For detective novelists who pursue truth and justice, it is only natural to want to reduce sacrifices before crimes come.

But unfortunately, the passengers on board died long ago.

And they even have to take advantage of this.

"In order to prevent the hijacking group from attacking in advance, first of all, we need to ask Nakahara-sensei and Mr. Kudo to identify Etsuko Anjo as quickly as possible, perform a good show, and gain 'prestige'."

The third son sat in the seat, holding a pencil in one hand and making a circle next to the time when Hideaki Oda was killed.

When mentioning "letting go and taking advantage of the 'death' of passengers", the red-haired girl looked relaxed and natural, without the so-called "universal" guilt.

She looked at the young mafia and novelist, her emerald eyes were filled with imperative self-confidence and almost cold calm.

From this point of view, the elite education of a certain hell assistant 'the dead do not need useless sympathy' is quite outstanding.

"You want us to use black, cough, police and detective identities to establish authority and encourage them to rebel?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly understood the intention of the third son.

"That's right, as expected of Teacher Zhongyuan!"

The third son frankly admitted that he did not forget to praise his partner halfway,

"The public has a natural trust in the police and detectives, and there are no better people than you to fuel the flames."

Zhong Yuan also raised his eyebrows: "What do you want us to do?"

"It's simple—"

The red-haired girl looked at the two with a smile, "Just tell them the truth."

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"Maybe, maybe we can negotiate with them?"

"It's okay, as long as we cooperate with them to get the ransom, we can return to the airport safely."

Passengers who were herded to the rear of the cabin like shepherds sat together as densely as they were warming and whispering.

Perhaps the red-haired girl's plan worked. This time, the frightened passengers did not sit apart, but subconsciously moved closer to Nakahara Nakaya and Kudo Yusaku.

When speaking, he unconsciously seeks the opinions of the policeman and the novelist with his eyes, faintly focusing on them.

Successful.

The third son looked at the scene and nodded with satisfaction.

Hmm... Speaking of which, it looks like there are two mother chickens surrounded by a group of chicks.

The red-haired girl blinked thoughtfully, couldn't help picking up the pen, and quietly drew two hens, one big and one small, on the sketch pad.

On the big face is a pair of black-rimmed glasses,

The little one—

The third son pondered for a while, and solemnly added a fashionable black hat with a ring of roses on the brim of the hen's head.

"Hey!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at San Zi warningly, feeling his hand was a little itchy, and the opponent's brain was a bit in need of a beating.

"Hehehe." The red-haired girl who was caught distracted was scratching her hair and giggling.

The corner of the reliable Kudo's father twitched, he decided to ignore the two naive ghosts, and told everyone his reasoning,

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. I noticed just now that two robbers hijacked the flight attendant and opened the cockpit of the plane. Then the plane experienced violent turbulence. Until now, the captain's radio has not sounded."

Yusaku Kudo's words froze the faces of the surrounding passengers. They stopped discussing and looked at the black-haired novelist in unison, with fear in their eyes.

The nearest tour guide, Sato, opened his mouth and asked in a trembling voice: "Mr. Kudo, what do you mean...they, they..."

"I found this next to the injured passenger. It should have been accidentally dropped by gangsters."

The dark-haired novelist took out the curled-edged teaching booklet, and turned to the page that was folded emphatically.

[A huge steel angel descended from the sky, blood and gunpowder smoke awakened power, and offered 44 lambs to our Lord, praying for a new life. 】

When the prophetic words appeared before everyone's eyes, the faces of the passengers who were originally hopeful turned pale.

The timid lady couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. As soon as the scream came out of her throat, her mouth was firmly covered by the person beside her.

"Keep your voice down! Do you want to attract the prisoner!"

The lady whose mouth was covered came back to her senses and shook her head repeatedly with lingering fear.

At the same time, the passengers who were a little closer to the front of the cabin stretched their heads, boldly approaching the first-class cabin——

The first-class curtain wasn't drawn tight, and the passenger noticed the robber coming out of the cockpit with a gun and explosives strapped to his waist.

They lowered their heads with their backs facing the direction of the curtain, and seemed to be lifting heavy objects with their hands.

A corner of the white uniform shirt flashed through the slit.

While moving, the arms of the "heavy object" drooped limply, hanging on the ground, and the golden horizontal bar epaulets almost hurt the "peeper"'s eyeballs.

"—!!"

The peeking passenger opened his eyes wide in horror, his heart gripped his nerves and kept screaming, his legs were almost limp, and he crawled back to the rear.

"How, what did you see?"

"Speak quickly!"

The surrounding passengers whispered anxiously.

"Corpse..."

"What body?"

"They, they killed the captain, and they are moving the body!"

The passenger who knew the news tremblingly hugged his head and said in a crying voice with a trembling voice.

boom--

These words were like a silent bomb, setting off a shocking wave in the hearts of all the passengers.

"What did you say earlier?"

"Those gangsters killed the captain!"

"What are you talking about? The captain is dead?! Then who is flying the plane now?"

The information was passed on layer by layer like waves, leaving only pale faces and hopeless eyes wherever they passed.

"What to do, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

The adult lowered his head powerlessly, resting his forehead on the back of the seat in the front row, and muttered to himself in despair.

The young girl cried and stared at the window, praying to see the familiar home through the calm clouds: "...Mom, I want to go home, let me go home woohoo."

The air became depressed, and the news of the captain's death became the last straw that crushed the mind.

The hostages were blind-eyed, and if they weren't still crying and breathing, they would look no different from corpses.

Even if the criminals have not yet destroyed the flight, the huge cabin is no different from a coffin.

Seeing that the fire was almost ready, the third son immediately turned his head and blinked frantically at Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye.

Come on, Mr. Zhongyuan!It's time to show your strength!

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The red-haired boy who was also assigned a role was expressionless. He raised his hand and nodded his index finger in the girl's direction as a warning.

The beautiful cobalt blue pupils are filled with the words "wait for me, I will settle the score with you later".

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood up.

When everyone was huddled in the seat and trembling in fear, there was a figure standing straight in front of them—no matter what he wanted to say, someone would cast a look for help.

It's like seeing a hero falling from the sky.

More and more passengers raised their heads and followed them with their eyes.

"Policeman" Nakahara Zhongya stood in front of everyone, with his hands casually in his trouser pockets.

His cobalt blue pupils swept across every face that looked at him, and his calm eyes carried convincing power.

"If you don't want to die, then show your bones."

The ochre-haired boy stared at the passing passenger who looked at him in a daze, and his words were resounding,

"The opponent is only four people, and we have 44 people."

"Y-but they have guns and explosives..."

Someone spoke weakly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at the direction of the voice, and the expression in his eyes successfully made the other party shut up.

"is fake."

Everyone was stunned: "...what?"

"That's fake." Nakahara Chuya said in a deep voice,

"I'm a policeman, and I know exactly what those people are holding. I dare not say anything else, but as for the guns and explosives, I can tell you clearly that they are fake."

"Just relying on those scumbags, there is no way to escape the security check at the airport."

There is obviously something wrong with the words of the red-haired boy.

Dregs, ways——

It didn't sound like what the police said, but at this moment, no one cared.

The passengers on the plane looked at Nakahara Chuya dumbfounded, some struggled, some hesitated, but no one spoke up.

Seeing this, Zhongyuan Zhong was also not angry, but instead smiled lightly, the coldness in it made them unconsciously shudder.

"And you have no other choice. Let me tell you that this is not a simple hijacking, but an out-and-out suicide terrorist attack."

"'A gigantic steel angel descended from heaven and offered 44 lambs'—"

The voice of the ochre-haired boy echoed in the cabin, every word was soaked in a cold light enough to force people to wake up,

"If you don't act, you will never have a chance when the plane turns around."

As if to verify the words of the red-haired boy, everyone suddenly felt that the plane was tilted, their bodies were unstable, and they all tilted to the right uncontrollably.

Some of the passengers by the window reacted, looked out of the window immediately, and shouted in surprise,

"The plane, the plane really turned."

"They have no intention of returning to the airport!"

Everyone was stunned, and the air fell into dead silence.

In the hopeless silence, someone who didn't know said softly,

"I don't want to die, my daughter is still waiting for me to come home."

Family, lover, pets, friends, they are still waiting for me to come home.

Don't want to die.

They don't want to die.

Anyway, left and right are the same end, it is better to fight.

Invisible thoughts circulated among the passengers, and some people kept raising their heads. They exchanged glances with each other, and the fighting spirit to survive was rekindled in the gloomy eyes.

The atmosphere has changed.

This change was naturally seen by the red-haired boy.

It was really successful.

A trace of surprise flashed across Zhongyuan Zhongye's face, he turned his head to look at the real "proposer"——

The third son, who was staring at everyone with pensive eyes, sensed her gaze. She turned her face slightly, and her emerald pupils looked straight into Nakahara Chuya's eyes.

After staring at each other for two seconds, the red-haired girl suddenly smiled, grinned her big white teeth triumphantly, and made a victorious V sign to the red-haired boy.