The lover that gravity makes is wrong

It was a pair of thin and white hands.

The skin is so delicate that people can think of a pampered young lady or a delicate and charming girl at a glance.

However, hell ghost messengers are not weak with no power to restrain chickens.

The red-haired girl sitting in the driver's seat tensed her arm muscles slightly, pushed the rudder to the bottom, was pulled up with all her strength, and swayed towards the plane that was diving towards the ground, and regained its stability.

Stop, stop?

Everyone opened their eyes in despair. They subconsciously raised their heads and looked towards the rudder. They were shocked to find that a girl with red hair and green eyes was sitting in the driver's seat, and her movements of controlling the rudder were comparable to that of a professional captain.

"You have done a good job, leave it to me."

The third son tilted his head slightly, and blinked playfully at the stunned crowd, with a cute dimple on the corner of his mouth,

"Don't look at me like this, in fact, I have ten years of experience in piloting airplanes."

"By the way, this uncle is too."

After the red-haired girl finished speaking, she gestured towards the passenger seat.

The passengers turned their heads in a daze, and found a middle-aged man with a nervous face sitting in the passenger seat at some point.

He didn't look up, and was flipping through a thick "Operation Manual" in cold sweat.

And beside his seat, stood this handsome young man with brown hair and blue eyes.

It seems that this talent with ten years of driving experience should have been discovered by this young man.

he……

Yes, it was the young policeman.

Some passengers belatedly remembered the "identity" of Chuya Nakahara.

The brown-haired policeman who looked down at the "Pilot Operation Manual" turned his face and looked at the passengers in the cockpit.

"Everyone go back to their seats and sit down. The case is over and we will land safely soon."

Perhaps the identity of the "policeman" played a role. The boy with red hair had a calm and steady voice, and his cobalt blue pupils carried a persuasive force that the passengers could not doubt or resist.

"..."

The passengers who just came back to their senses and were hit by a new round of shock were a little dazed.

They got up from the ground in a daze, turned around with one command and one movement, and walked towards the direction of the cabin one after another.

It wasn't until I sat down on the seat that I slowly remembered——

Regardless of the middle-aged man in the passenger seat, isn't that red-haired girl who said she has ten years of driving experience too young?

Today's children can fly airplanes at the age of six?

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"of course!"

In the cockpit, Sanzi got up and closed the opened aircraft fuel valves on the dashboard one by one. When he sat down again, he winked at Zhongyuan Zhongye quite complacently.

"To be honest, Mr. Zhongyuan, I am the champion of the Project Wingman competition for three consecutive years!"

Project Wingman?

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned, always feeling that the name was indescribably familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"How is it, uncle, have you found a countermeasure?"

The red-haired girl stared at the dashboard of the plane and asked loudly to the man in the passenger seat.

"Pilot Operation Manual", a book that every pilot in the world is familiar with.

In addition to recording the basic driving skills and knowledge above, the most important thing is that it summarizes all the accidents encountered in the flight process so far and the corresponding emergency operating procedures.

There are no less than a hundred of them.

This is a plan that has been exchanged for the blood and tears of countless crew members and passengers since the world's first fixed-wing civil aviation flight was put into use in 1914.

And if some young Mr. Gravitator knew enough about it, he would know—

When a driver takes out this tome, it often means that the situation has reached the point where it is not optimistic.

It's like a timed exam, 100 questions, the time is up, you only answer 75, and—

Boom, it's all over.

A drop of sweat slipped from the man's sweaty forehead. He frantically flipped through the manual, and finally found hope, his eyes suddenly lit up,

"Found it! Found it!"

"Captain, adjust the wings to 5, change to level flight, adjust the nose to 180 degrees, the altitude rises 4500 feet, the remaining fuel is enough for us to return to Chitose Airport!"

the man shouted.

"Well done."

The third son glanced at the man approvingly, and after operating as promised, he turned on the autopilot system of the plane again.

"Great, great...we can go home."

The man in the passenger seat couldn't help but his eyes were red, and he raised his hand to wipe away the tears that filled the air.

He sniffed hard, not wanting to appear too weak in front of the two young teenagers.

However, at the next moment, he suddenly felt that his hands were empty, and the "Pilot's Handbook" that he was holding in his hand passed through his knees with a bang, and fell to the ground of the cockpit.

"How, how could it be..."

The man raised his hand in confusion, only to find that his palm and his limbs had become translucent.

"It's a pity, uncle, it seems that your time is not enough."

The girl's clear and beautiful voice came from the next door.

The ghost of the pilot turned his head in confusion, and stared blankly at the expressionless red-haired girl.

【time……】

The translucent ghost stared at the girl, and slowly, his dull eyes became clear, and an expression of enlightenment appeared on his face.

He remembered that he had already...

That's how it is, finally waiting for someone to take him back, but the result is like this.

The soul of the dead looked down for a moment, but quickly cheered up again.

But it's okay, at least in the end, the other passengers can go home safely.

The gradually transparent soul showed a half-sad and half-gratified smile.

At the last moment of dissipating, he looked at the third son and Nakahara Chuya: "Thank you, Lord Guicha, and this young man, thank you for coming."

"Next, please, please send them home."

The ocher-haired boy stared at the dead soul with only a silhouette left, and nodded solemnly as if promising,

"Ah, we promise."

"Go all the way, uncle." The third son waved his hand with a smile.

In this world, nothing is eternal.

Even dead souls are subject to the wear and tear of time every moment.

They seem to be unrestrained, but they are actually more fragile than imagined.

Although they lost their way in this world, and even condensed the [realm] with obsession, if they are left alone, they will dissipate on their own one day.

Like dewdrops on leaves, leaving no trace.

It's just that such a dying soul does not go to reincarnation, but really disappears, disappears, and disappears completely.

Five years is almost the limit of the dead on this plane.

That's why the third son would rather expose his identity and join forces with Chuya Nakahara and Yusaku Kudo as human beings to send them away as soon as possible.

If the Reception Division could have searched for these dead people earlier...

Even though she thought so, Sanzi knew that her colleagues had tried their best.

Jailors, like humans, need sleep to refresh.

But even so, in the reception department, everyone in hell has collectively rotated day and night, stepping on the road of sudden death from overtime work and running wildly.

No, they have already died, if they die again, wouldn't they be dead ghosts?

A cold joke popped up in the red-haired girl's mind inappropriately, and then she shivered from the cold.

At this moment, the boy Nakaya, whose worldview was shattered, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and finally remembered, where had he heard the name of the third son who boasted of his championship achievements?

——Project Wingman

Isn't that a combat flight game on STEAM!

"What do you mean you have ten years of flying experience, you guy, don't confuse the game with reality!" Zhong Yuanzhong yelled unceremoniously.

"Haha, you found out."

The third son who was exposed laughed dryly, pretending to be cute and winking at the gravity of the fried hair,

"Remember to keep it secret for me, Teacher Zhongyuan~"

Zhongyuan Zhongye, Zhongyuan Zhongye was shaking with anger.

He stared at the cute third son, and felt the long-lost feeling of being pranked by a strike partner from the girl.

... Forget it, the more important thing now is to land safely.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath and rubbed his temples tiredly.

If it doesn't work, at worst, he will use gravity to carry the plane to Chitose Airport.

—Of course, it would be nice if things were that simple.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, hurry up and sit in the co-pilot seat, it's about to start!"

The third son opened his mouth suddenly, and looked out of the windshield with serious eyes.

"What?" Zhong Yuan was also taken aback.

Although he didn't understand what happened, the red-haired boy quickly got into the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt.

With a crisp "click", the tongue of the seat belt was buckled into the groove, like a signal——

The moment Zhongyuan Zhongye sat firmly, the peaceful and bright sky outside the window suddenly burst into loud noises.

The next moment, the world outside the plane was full of wind and rain, thunder and lightning, and the plane shook unsteadily like a boat in a storm.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the black clouds rolling like giant snakes outside the window, with a horrified expression: "What's going on? This is in the stratosphere!"