The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Outside the plane, the sky seemed to be completely turned upside down, thunderstorms hissed everywhere, and the airflow roared.

The SKF864 in it is like a dying old man, every part of the fuselage is trembling, making a terrible "squeak" sound.

It seemed that the next moment, it would be struck by lightning and fall apart in the air current.

"It's the [Boundary] that's broken."

In the cockpit, Sanzi manipulated the rudder, and flicked the tail like an aerobatic show, avoiding the lightning snake and thunder that came right ahead.

The third son looked at the terrifying thousands of thunder lights outside the window, a serious color appeared on his face.

"damaged?"

On the passenger seat, the red-haired boy clicked his tongue vigorously.

At this moment, Zhong Yuanzhong has completely given up the disguise of "gentle (?) police student", revealing the arrogant and domineering side of the mafia.

Forced to take the position of the co-pilot, the Gravity Boy, in accordance with the instructions of the third son, adjusted the curvature of the wings and tried his best to maintain the balance of the plane, and at the same time, he said bluntly as an order,

"Speaking of human words, what's going on."

The third son didn't care about Nakahara Chuya's tone, and explained very quickly,

"As I said before, we are trapped in the [realm] condensed by the obsession of the dead.

This thing is very troublesome, just like a house made of building blocks, every dead person is an indispensable part. "

"Once one of them goes wrong, it will cause extensive damage and collapse."

Of course, it would be a good choice to completely destroy the [Realm] just like this.

However, it is a pity that people who do this, more often than not, only get a worse end.

"What is it?" Nakahara Chuya asked in a deep voice.

The red-haired girl turned her head, a pair of emerald eyes stared straight at Nakahara Chuya, and said slowly,

"Including us, all souls are absorbed by the [realm] and become a part of it."

"..."

That was really scary.

The corner of Zhongyuan Zhong also twitched.

Wait, since he knew there would be such a hidden danger, how dare this guy let him sneak out that "dead soul who can fly"? !

That's right, the deceased who disappeared was originally the third son who asked Nakahara Nakaya to catch, cough, and come to help.

The intention was just to have an extra layer of insurance.

However, to the surprise of Sanzi and Zhongyuan Zhong, after the uncle finished reading the "Pilot Operation Manual", he thought everything would be fine, so he fulfilled his wish and dissipated early.

The dead soul was happy, leaving them with a bunch of sequelae.

"...such an important matter—"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath and kept telling himself not to be angry, now is not the time to be angry.

The ochre-haired boy struggled to calm down, and calmly looked at the third son——

"Such an important matter, you should have said it earlier, idiot!! Do you want us to go to heaven together!"

Well, I still can't hold back.

"You are wrong, Teacher Zhongyuan."

The third son corrected with a serious face, "If we fail, let alone go to heaven, we won't even have a chance to go to hell."

"Is the point here?!"

If it wasn't for the rudder still in his hand, the enraged Central Plains Gravity Force would have jumped up and hit a ghost on the forehead with his fist to refresh his mind physically.

Seeing the good-tempered (?) Teacher Zhongyuan gradually turning his eyes, the third son coughed, thinking that he could still save him.

"Cough, it's okay, Teacher Zhongyuan."

The red-haired girl said reassuringly, "The matter has not reached the point of no return."

The brown-haired boy glared at the girl angrily.

"Remember, this is the [realm] built by the dead, and the person who tied the bell must be untied."

The third son said with a slight smile, looking at Zhongyuan Zhongye's green pupils reflecting the gleam of Chengzhu's chest,

"Don't underestimate their wishes—"

"Wishes can trigger miracles."

*****

Meanwhile, the passenger cabin was in chaos.

The sudden thunderstorm and tornado outside shocked them, and the plane——

All kinds of unreasonable snake skin operations on the plane almost wiped out all their trust.

Everyone swears that there is a section of the fuselage in the middle and even the entire 360-degree turn!

Those who didn’t know, thought they were making a high-altitude version of the roller coaster Lightning.

"What exactly is going on!"

"Can that little girl really know how to fly a plane?"

"Mom, mom woo woo woo..."

All kinds of questioning and cross-examination are mixed together.

Seeing that the turbulence and vibration of the plane became more and more intense, the passengers who were suspicious of the third son and the "captain of the dead soul" finally broke out.

After another somersault and almost passing through the lightning, a tall man unbearably pulled off his seat belt and stood up.

"Get out of the way! I want to see the captain, what is this thing driving, is that kid trying to kill us!"

Fortunately, the purser stopped the man: "This passenger, please go back to your seat and fasten your seat belt, it's dangerous..."

"Dangerous fart! The whole plane is falling apart, get out of the way!"

"That's right, get out of the way, we have the right to know!"

The violent mood of the man quickly infected the dead around, and more and more people left their seats, clamoring to enter the cockpit.

"Mr. Passenger, please calm down..."

"Have faith in that lord..."

"Be confident! That's an underage brat, what does she know! Let me go!"

The troublesome passengers shouted and cursed, and they stretched out their hands to push and push the obstructing flight attendants.

Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic and about to lose control, there was only a sound of "呯——!", and the loud crash sounded in the cabin.

The movement that resembled a riot by gangsters shook the nerves of the rioting passengers, and almost immediately turned their heads to look in the direction of the source of the sound.

It's Yusaku Kudo.

Yusaku Kudo, who witnessed the whole process, unloaded the damaged table and threw it with the empty gun at the feet of one of the passengers.

The toy gun and the table board fell on the carpet, making a dull sound.

"If you break into the cab, how about bringing these two weapons?"

The black-haired novelist said plainly, but the eyes he looked at were piercingly cold, so cold that everyone present did not dare to speak for a while.

Yusaku Kudo raised his eyes, and his glance glanced over everyone's faces one by one.

Every passenger who was watched, for some reason, felt guilty and lowered his head uncomfortably.

"What do you think you are doing?"

Yusaku Kudo spoke, his clear voice was like a whip, and every word was thrown in everyone's ears,

"Give you the plane, can you avoid the thunderstorm? Who of you can bear the burden of 44 lives?"

"The people in the cockpit are not gangsters, but people who are eager to go home just like you. Doubt them, what are you going to do after you get rid of them, do you want to start again? Do you want to die together again?"

"Besides trusting them now, do you have any other options?"

"..."

"I...but, but..."

The troublesome passengers tried to argue, but the facts revealed by the novelist made them not have the courage to agree.

Yeah, do they have any other options?

The men's faces turned blue and yellow, as if they were holding their breath, and they were unwilling to admit defeat.

These people cannot be allowed to let the situation worsen.

Kudo Yusaku frowned upon seeing this, and was about to continue speaking.

At this time, an innocent child's voice that was incompatible with the heavy atmosphere suddenly sounded, interrupting him.

"Happy birthday to you—"

Stuttering, out-of-place singing.

Kudo Yusaku was taken aback for a moment, turned around to follow the sound, and found that the one who sang was his youngest son, Kudo Shinichi.