The lover that gravity makes is wrong

It has been several days since the return of SKF864.

During this period, the remains of the victims were placed in a nearby funeral home, waiting for the family members who came to claim them.

The fifth runway of Chitose Airport is also temporarily vacant.

Every day, the responsible ground staff will take away the mourning bouquets placed on the side.

In this regard, the airport staff is not in a hurry.

Because they know that after another week at most, the mourning flowers and visitors will automatically disperse, and by then, everything will return to normal.

This is not a bad thing.

The dead fall into a long sleep, while the living must come out of the stagnant time and let life continue.

"Having said that, no matter how many times I watch it, I still find it incredible."

The apprentice of the funeral parlor looked at the backs of relatives holding the coffin and weeping from a distance, and said to the master beside him,

"The remains of the victims will be intact."

To be honest, since he was engaged in the funeral industry, apprentices have seen all kinds of remains.

People who died in disasters are the most troublesome for them. It takes a lot of effort just to collect the remains and let the dead leave with dignity.

Therefore, when they knew that the recipients were the passengers of the SKF864 flight that disappeared five years ago, they had already made preparations for a few days all night.

But unexpectedly, the remains did not rot and deform as expected. Except for four who had long since lost their appearance, each of the remaining bodies had their eyes closed peacefully, with a smile on their lips.

At first glance, it appears as if they are simply asleep.

Although this is in the industry, it is definitely a "horror-level ghost story".

But in any case, it can be regarded as a kind of comfort to the family members who came to claim it.

"Hey, master, this thing is really strange. Is it really the same as what is said on the Internet, it is a supernatural phenomenon, and ghosts are causing trouble? Speaking of it, do ghosts and hell really exist?"

The apprentice who has just joined the job, still retains the detachment and innocence of the newcomer period, thinking about it around the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man in a black suit ignored his disciple's noise. He leaned against the door of the funeral parlor, silently lit a cigarette, and didn't smoke it. He just held it between his fingers and let it burn.

Is it wrong...

I don't know which day it will be his turn, who will come to pick him up and lead him back.

People surfing the Internet are still unclear about the abnormal state of the remains of the victims. At this moment, they are more concerned about another matter——

On SKF864, no living person was found!

When the cabin door was pried open, everyone witnessed heavily armed policemen rushing into the cabin, and finally returned empty-handed, only the body covered in white cloth was carried out.

Not to mention living people, they didn't even find anything that could breathe!

what does this mean?

The captain who flew the plane was long dead, so who was talking to the crew on the radio?

Who made the plane land safely?

The journalists present did not dare to bother the families of the victims, so they could only frantically harass the person in charge of the Chitose Control Center Tsubasa Osora.

After all, this former well-known player is now the only lucky one who has spoken to the "mysterious man". It is simply a walking headline!

However, it is a pity that the leader of Tsubasa Ozora is not easy to mess with, and the rest of his team members don't know what to ask.

Apart from knowing that the mysterious person who was talking to them, listening to the voice was a young girl, they found nothing.

girls?What kind of news is this?

Which hero are you, you have the ability to do good deeds, you have the ability to stand up!

Let us give you headlines!

The reporters holding the microphones looked at each other, scratching their heads.

But it's a pity, unless they dare to rush into a certain building in Yokohama and put the microphone under the eyes of the cadres with red hair,

Or go through the legendary hell, maybe you can get some useful information.

Unfortunately, the reporters found nothing.

So I thought about it again and again, and finally appeared on the headlines of the newspaper, that is,

[Shocking, the pilot of flight SKF864 is unidentified, suspected to be a mysterious ghost girl], the title content of this third-rate magazine.

The only good thing is that with the return of SKF864, the well-known novelist Kudo Yusaku cooperated with the police to uncover the truth of the flight disaster and a long-standing "exchange murder" case.

*****

"Mysterious ghost girl? What a mess."

PortMafia Building, Cadre Offices

Zhong Yuanzhong also casually glanced at the headlines on the front page, raised his hand and threw the nonsense newspaper back on the table.

"Oh, my concubine thinks that what they say makes sense."

Koye Ozaki glanced at the red-haired boy facing the ghost on the opposite side of the tea table, raised his arms slightly, the wide kimono sleeves covered the narrow smile on the corner of his mouth,

"After all, ghosts are also a kind of ghost. It's a good experience, Chuya."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He didn't want this kind of experience.

Thinking of all the things that challenged the heart on the plane, the expression of the prospective cadre in the Central Plains is really hard to describe.

The return of SKF864 caused a great sensation. Just turn on the TV to see various interviews and reports, so that when walking on the streets of Yokohama, you can hear various bizarre versions passed by word of mouth by many citizens.

As one of the core participants in this incident, Nakahara Nakaya naturally received a summons from Mori Ogai as soon as he returned to Hong Kong.

As expected, a certain black-haired leader was quite curious about the identity of the third son.

Although the girl claimed to be a ghost messenger, when listening to the report, Mori Ogai's brain still listed various conspiracy theories simultaneously.

These include not limited to the fairy-man-jump aimed at the future blade of the port mafia, the hidden actions of the Secret Service Division with special abilities, and the deliberate arrangements of other organizations...

Its plot is so exciting that it can completely make a lingering Yokohama black and Tao life and death.

Until Zhongyuan Zhong also mentioned the third son's ability——

"Wait, Mr. Zhongye, you just said...wish?"

Mori Ogai's heart skipped a beat, instinctively aware of the abnormality.

His performance was so abrupt that the red-haired boy in the report couldn't help but be taken aback.

"Yes." Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded.

Mori Ogai looked at Nakahara Chuya, his purplish red pupils showed a kind of gloomy luster under the sunlight.

He lifted his lips, a gentle smile curled up at the corner of his mouth,

"About this point, please explain in detail, Chuya-kun."

Despite his doubts, Nakahara still carefully recalled the details about the red-haired girl.

Strange to say, I thought it was just a chance meeting, but when the red-haired boy thought about it seriously, he was surprised to find how deep the impression the red-haired girl had left on him.

There is no need to think hard at all, just a little thought, the other person's hair color, the emerald green eyes shining brightly when talking about comics, the finger pointing at the soul, and even——

The earphones entangled with the hair in the ear, all appeared in front of my eyes like a high-definition video played upside down.

……etc!What is he thinking!

Nakahara Chuya shuddered and quickly concentrated.

In fact, the ochre-haired boy was unable to determine the third son's supernatural ability, and could only speculate that it might be related to intelligence from the details of the deceased's life that the girl talked about.

However, it is clear that Mori Ogai does not think so.

Following Nakahara Chuya's description, the black-haired man's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Until the boy mentioned that "wishes can trigger miracles", Mori Ogai's eyes suddenly burst out with some amazing ambition.

It's like seeing the power to rewrite the rules, wonder, and then blatant greed.

Nakahara was also surprised, and when he looked again, Mori Ogai returned to normal, as if what had happened before was just an illusion of a quasi-cadre.

……

…………

"Wish-"

Mori Ogai looked at Nakahara Chuya's back, until the heavy black European-style door was completely closed,

He just raised his arms, crossed his fingers, rested his chin on his hands, and turned his head to look in the direction of the sofa.

"What do you think? Alice sauce."

The gentle voice of the black-haired leader echoed in the huge office.

It was obviously a friendly tone like a doctor, but it made the blond loli on the sofa rub her arms hard like a chill.

"It's so disgusting, Rintaro! Your stinky mud is about to overflow!" the blond Alice said with a jump.

"Hey~ It's too much, Alice-chan, to say it's mud..."

Mori Ogai squinted his eyes as if he had been shocked, and the covetousness in his eyes was clearly seen under the light of the room.

I really want to see it with my own eyes, the supernatural ability that can bring wishes and miracles.

The power enough to rewrite the rules, what kind of magnificent scenery can it trigger by then?

****

[Is there really hell in this world? 】

Zhong Yuan, who returned to his residence, also closed the door, with a slightly relaxed expression on his face.

He casually pulled off the choker on his neck, and untied the cross tie at the collar with one hand.

When passing the living room, the boy took off the black coat that was draped over his shoulders, and threw it on the armrest of the sofa beside him.

The hem of the coat flicked across the air, and the airflow brushed over the spiritual and spiritual materials scattered on the coffee table, bringing a series of clattering sounds of pages.

Zhongyuan Zhong also rolled up his sleeves and turned his head to look at the table.

There, several paintings depicting hell scenes, several books recording the legends of the other world, and some miscellaneous materials of strange stories were stacked up.

They were scattered on the table in a mess, and some, because of the boy's actions, were swept off by the clothes and fell to the floor.

This is the information that Zhongyuan Zhong also specially collected after returning to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang.

I can't tell what kind of mood it is because I can't allow myself to have a completely blank field of knowledge, which may endanger the power of Hong Kong and black, or something else...

All in all, when the red-haired boy came back to his senses, he found that he had taken the time to read all the materials.

Hell, Reincarnation, Judgment, King Yan Mo, Assistant Officer——

The content recorded on the pages is like another world, full of the author's simple concept of justice and romantic imagination of "good and evil are rewarded".

... No, maybe it really is another world.

The red-haired boy bent down, picked up the "Picture of a Walk in Hell" on the ground, and put it back on the pile of books on the table.

【Receive and guide wandering souls, call them ghost messengers...】

The words I had read before popped up in Chuya's mind without warning.

In front of Chuya Nakahara, the image of a red-haired ghost girl standing in the drizzle and walking up the long stairs once again appeared.

Holding the golden soul-binding lock in her hand, the girl turned her back to him, leading a group of transparent souls to the long road to the other side step by step.

Perhaps sensing the staring gaze behind her, at a certain moment, the red-haired girl turned her head, smiled and waved to the red-haired boy.

Nakahara Chuya moved his elbow, and before he could raise his hand to respond, the ghost girl turned around amidst the sound of jingling chains, and disappeared into the night.

...In the future, I probably won't see you again.

In the PortMafia dormitory, Nakahara also scratched his hair, and combed back the hair that was hanging on his forehead with his fingers, exposing his smooth forehead.

At this time, the boy paused, as if thinking of something, he reached into the pocket of his coat and took out a folded drawing.

It was a sketch given to him by a certain ghostly girl as a parting gift.

Zhong Yuanzhong also slowly opened it, and on the screen was a familiar boy with red hair in normal clothes.

With his hands in his pockets and one foot on the gangster's back, he looked up with a chic and warm gaze, shining like the sun in the sky.

"..."

Forget it, keep it.

Zhong Yuanzhong also hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to put the drawing into a book, and then locked it in the deep part of the drawer along with the collected materials of hell and ghosts.

——When we meet again, let's pay back all the favors we owe.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who had changed his mind, thought so too.