The lover that gravity makes is wrong

To the surprise of the three sons, the five members of the Banner Club gave up the opportunity to say goodbye to the present world, and instead chose to let the ghost messenger girl convey the token and oral message on their behalf.

why?

The ghost girl who heard the rejection frowned, and doubts appeared on her pretty face.

Sanzi didn't understand.

Obviously for this moment, no one in the Banner Society is even willing to endure thousands of years of intensive punishment and hard work.

Day after day, I persevered through the ever-extending pain, but at the critical moment, I gave up such a precious opportunity.

The doubts on the third son's face were too obvious, and the broadcaster naturally caught the girl's puzzled emotions.

Regarding this, the young man smiled lightly. He was about to say something when he heard the jailer in front of him shouting,

"Hey, those little brothers, it's your turn, come here!"

It's a pity that there seems to be no chance.

A trace of regret flashed across the young man's heart.

Before leaving, he stared at the third son secretly, and before the girl noticed, he reached out and handed the token hidden in his bosom to the third son.

Then, the young man took two steps back solemnly, and bowed to the third son, "During this time, I am grateful to you for taking care of me, third son."

The other four youths of the Banner Society also bent down: "Thank you, Executive Officer!"

Although, the punishment and hard labor during this period were not easy at all.

They are long and tormenting their minds. During the whole process, even if they feel a little bit of regret and retreat, they have no chance to stand here at this moment.

But they didn't complain, because they understood that not all dead people have such opportunities.

In the final analysis, it was the promise made by the ghost girl in front of her.

That's it, that's it.

The five members of the Banner Society stood up straight, and finally said to the third son: "Our hard-headed companion, I will trouble you, Mr. Executive Officer."

……

…………

【I do not understand. 】

The third son looked at the backs of the five people walking towards the simple hell, and lowered their heads to look at the token in their hands.

From the outside, it's just an all-too-common billiard ball.

Because of the long-term relationship, the smooth color on the top has lost its original brightness.

Only the string of "Winner" in English that was added later was still occupying the center of the billiard ball with all its teeth and claws, showing off its might. It can be seen that those five people should have spent a lot of effort in normal times.

——Such a clear handwriting can only be effective if the holder keeps filling up the fallen ink marks day after day.

【I do not understand. 】

The red-haired girl stared at the clear handwriting on the old billiard ball, and the words of the broadcaster when he handed over the token were playing in her ear.

——【"You are right, Mr. Third, this is a precious opportunity, but we are already dead."]

The young man with the tear mole in the corner of his eye said, his eyes bent into two crescent moons,

【"We have never been so clearly aware that we are already dead."】

【"'Let the dead go back and the living move forward', this is the correct thing in the world. Now that we meet again, it will add unnecessary details. It is not a good thing for that guy."】

The request for 'farewell' at the beginning was only out of concern that my childhood companion would go into a dead end.

But a year has passed, anyway, Zhong also should have grown a lot.

【"Master Sanzi, can I ask you one thing with the cheek?"】

Third son: "...you say it."

【"If Chuya, that is, our companion, has let go of the past, let's dispose of this token and don't give it to him."】

Their companions don't have to stick to the past, they just need to move forward.

The third son looked at the broadcaster and nodded slowly.

The curtain of the simple hell was lowered, and the empty figure of the flag meeting disappeared at the end of the line.

Ghost Lantern put down the loudspeaker and walked to Sanzi.

The red-haired girl raised her head, and her clear emerald eyes were full of confusion: "Father, I don't understand. If it was the other dead, they would have agreed with ecstasy, but why did they refuse?"

Even if it's out of 'side' considerations, they are the dead.

Wouldn't it be more reliable to use my own eyes to confirm the status of my companions than to ask a "stranger"?

The more the third son thought about it, the more confused he became, and the paste swirling in his head almost overflowed.

The Assistant Officer of Hell glanced at the unreasonable and idiot daughter, and a flick of a finger landed on the girl's forehead, interrupting her useless thinking,

"Who knows, human beings always have all kinds of troubles and concerns. If we investigate everything to the end, our trial will not need to be carried out. For you now, you can just focus on your job."

"That's right! It's true!"

The red-haired ghost suddenly realized, "Human beings are really complicated."

The third son had just finished feeling the complexity of human beings when he suddenly heard a commotion ahead.

"Well? What's going on?"

The red-haired girl was wondering that some dead dared to make trouble at such an important time.

The next moment, the curtain of the simple hell was suddenly pulled open, and the broadcaster who was about to reincarnate rushed out from inside, shouting in the direction of the third son,

"It's really not reconciled to leave like this! Third son! Listen, I—"

you?

The third son tilted his head.

Before the young man with tear mole could finish his sentence, the old assistant officer's father beside the ghost messenger girl suddenly sharpened his eyes, took a sharp step forward, and threw the mace in his hand straight out.

With a "biu" sound from the sharp ghost weapon, a perfect parabola was drawn above everyone's heads.

Then, with a "dang", it hit the advertising officer's face precisely, and nailed him to the floor together with the mace.

In the distance, Ghost Lantern clapped his hands in satisfaction: "One copy."

Then the black-haired assistant officer turned his head and was responsible for educating his daughter who was out of condition.

"Have you seen that, if you encounter such impoliteness in the future, call your name dead, don't give them a chance to speak, just suppress it."

"Oh!"

The third son clenched his fists, his eyes burning, "I remember, Dad!"

All the jailers who witnessed the whole process: "..."

…Master Sanzi, will he really be able to get married smoothly in the future?

Also, Mr. Ghost Lantern, my daughter is really not educated like this!

The jailer headed by Tang Gua hesitated to speak.

Ghost Lantern turned his head and looked kindly: "Why, do you have anything to say?"

All the jailers kept shaking their heads: "No! Not at all!"

At the end of the simple hell, the leader pianist of the Banner Society knelt down and patted his companion's bleeding forehead sympathetically.

That's a steel plate guarded by evil spirits. If you don't have the ability to resist beatings and have extraordinary physical skills, don't go any further, Guangbaoguan.

Hey, is this the doomed fruitless youth? It's really nostalgic.

A group of elderly deceased who realized later and understood all showed reminiscing eyes, secretly glanced at the girl next to the terrible assistant officer with sympathy and emotion, it can be said that they were very brave.

Inexplicably, the third son of fruitless youth asked: "?"

Just when the red-haired girl was wondering whether the dead of this batch were seriously ill in their brains, there was a sudden buzzing sound from the pocket of Sanzi's jacket.

"Ah, phone?"

The third son was stunned for a second, and then, under the incredulous gazes of the dead, he took out a... mobile phone from his pocket.

……cell phone? !

The eyes of the dead who lined up collectively protruded, and thunder and lightning flashed above their heads.

The ghost messenger in hell even has a mobile phone? !Is it so up-to-date? ?

No, how did you all solve the radio wave problem!Is it also by punishment!

Rare and strange.

Tang Gua glanced at the messy dead in the wind.

It's not the old Huangquan hundreds of years ago. Now they not only have communication equipment, but also have built a 4 [beep——] network with the assistance of the technical department and Heiga Gennai, and established a connection with the present world.

Maybe now, among the netizens surfing the Internet together, there are unknown prison guards and ghost messengers hiding.

At the same time, the third son who turned on the phone showed an expression of being hit on the head by a pie after seeing the text message in the mailbox.

"What's the matter, Sanzi?" Gui Deng asked.

The handyman Tang Gua also surrounded him curiously.

"Dad, Tanggua—"

The red-haired girl staring at the screen blinked and raised her head, and said with a sleepwalking expression and tone,

"Editor Shiratori sent a congratulatory email just now, saying that my book "Resist defeat today, PortMaria's daily debut" has become popular—"

Eh?

Eh--! ! !

*****

Meanwhile, in the present, PortMafia headquarters

Recently, Zhongyuanzhong also always felt that something was not quite right.

When walking in the building, you can often feel unclear sights around you.

They followed the direction and stared back fiercely. They were basically members of the headquarters wearing black sunglasses, and the dog was sneaking around, observing secretly.

The gazes of the members of the headquarters are not hostile, rather, there is a bit of a weird... "Cheer and cheer"?

This is really strange.

Since the Battle of the Dragon Heads and the prestige of Shuanghei started, the Hong Kong and Hei people looked at Nakahara Nakaya in their eyes, and they unconsciously showed fear and retreat.

It is different from the fear when facing Osamu Dazai, one of the two blacks.

When they looked at Chuya in the Central Plains, they were more inclined to the fear of "monsters" that grew from the bottom of their hearts when humans encountered unknown species and storms that brought unpredictable disasters.

——This is not something incomprehensible.

After all, that is the power of [Huangba spit].

Zhefa quasi-cadres care about this and are used to it.

However, now, there are still a few courageous colleagues who ran over and said something inexplicable, "Come on, Mr. Zhongyuan, you will definitely be the first to make your debut... to the cadre! We are on your side!" if.

Even a certain black-haired leader suddenly said, "Chuya-kun, actually I have no objection to ramen" when he was handing over his tasks in the morning.

Nakahara Chuya: "Huh?"

Gravity retreated from the chief's office with a confused face, with question marks on his forehead, but when he looked up, he saw Osamu Dazai walking towards him with a gloomy face.

"Green Mackerel!"

The red-haired boy immediately shuddered, straightened his back as if he had encountered a wild dog of his mortal enemy, and stared warily at Osamu Dazai who was not far away.

Unexpectedly, a bandaged boy in a large black coat unexpectedly did not open his mouth to provoke this time.

Instead, as if he didn't see Zhongyuan Zhongye, he fumbled for his chin, and walked past Zhongyuan Zhongye, muttering something,

"Coincidence? Ramen conflict... No, is it about prophecy? No one can be found—"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"

what happened?Mackerel's head was finally flooded?

The brown-haired boy turned his head strangely, and glanced at the back of Osamu Dazai walking away.

Sure enough, something was wrong.

Zhong Yuanzhong also clicked his tongue, and frowned a little irritably.

It doesn't feel good to be left out when everyone seems to be discussing something but you don't know anything about it.

Chuya Nakahara thought about it for a while, then turned around and decided to go to the intelligence department to ask Koyo Ozaki.

Then, when he passed the tea room on the second floor, he heard a conversation similar to a dispute, floating out from the open door——

【"...I object! Lena sauce is the best! Blonde hair and blue eyes, outstanding strength, isn't the bold combat power ceiling delicious! Maria's C position must be hers! I will always like Lena sauce! Lena Long live!"】

【"Leapie, go away, the debut is based on the order of age! In terms of coming first and coming later, no matter how you look at it, Yuki Rin came first!"】

【"And Miss Yuki Rin is weak and cute, she is clearly in the dark and still pursues the light, and because she can't make friends, she hides in bed at night and cries secretly, isn't that cute!"]

……

...Deep in the dark and still pursuing the light, unable to make friends and hiding under the covers and crying secretly.

This description...is it a bit familiar? ?

Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped, and a subtle expression appeared on his face.

Ramen... MariaC bit...

The familiar and ominous premonition became more and more obvious. Nakahara Chuya couldn't help but see the Q version of the third son, sitting in the plane, holding the weird sketchbook in one hand, and comparing V in the other.

The red-haired girl smiled happily, and grinned her big white teeth at herself, "Look! Teacher Zhongyuan! PortMaria is a big seller! The medal of merit is half of yours!".

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a heartache and waved away the picture in his mind.

……No way?It can't be this!

As if to prove that a gravitationalist's premonition was not wrong, disputes in the tea room gradually escalated, and more and more information was revealed.

【"Nonsense! That Yuki looks like the ghost sent by the next door! Didn't you read the latest episode, the author even pointed out that the manager doesn't like to eat ramen, and Yuki even secretly hid the figure of Ramen Superman!"]

【"That's right, that's right, the manager doesn't like ramen, so Yuki who likes Ramen Superman either won't stay for long, or he's an insider!"]

【"But speaking of it, the manager doesn't look like a good person, he actually hates Ramen Superman."】

【"Hey, which side are you on..."】

Ramen, ghosts, comics, not staying long...

OK, confirmed.

Zhong Yuan trembled and covered his face with one hand, his pupils trembled.

——The book "PortMaria's Debut" was actually published? !

This group of people actually quarreled for the characters in it sincerely? ?Hello!Can you guys be a little mafia conscious!

Is there too little work?Go to work, bastard!

...Wait a minute, didn't Sanzi say that this is a mafia manga?How did it become an idol subject?

Forget it, this is not important, it is really important to stop these guys who are fishing first.

Gravity caused the corners of the young man's eyes to twitch and he held his forehead. Just as he was about to push the door open to stop this absurd conversation, he heard a doubtful voice drifting out from the tea room——

【"Eh? Speaking of which, have you noticed that although this manga is about mafia idols, I always feel that the characters in it are a bit like those..."】

Zhong Yuan's action of pushing the door froze.

The next moment, a guess that made the boy's scalp tingle due to gravity was thrown out.

【"Hey, tell me, the author of this comic - is there someone inside us?"】

Nakahara Chuya: "!!!"