The lover that gravity makes is wrong

【"...Or is it possible that the author of the comic is someone inside our organization?"】

Seeing that the discussion inside gradually deviates from the center and moves closer to the dangerous direction.

"Cough cough!"

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was in the corridor, suddenly coughed hard, pretended to be passing by, pushed open the concealed door, bent his fingers and knocked on the door twice,

"Hey, you guys, what are you talking about here secretly?"

In the tea room, the heated discussions fell silent for an instant.

The black suits who were winking a second ago immediately shuddered, and collectively stood at attention: "Central, Central Plains quasi-cadres!"

"What?! Why are quasi-cadres from the Central Plains here?"

The neat greetings were mixed with some discordant exclamations.

A few black suits hiding behind their colleagues hurriedly picked up the spread comics, without even reading them, and stuffed them into the table drawer in the pantry.

The panicked appearance once made a certain gravity force the teenager think that he was the head teacher on patrol, and caught a group of little kids who were reading comic books in class.

...it's all a mess.

Zhongyuan Zhongye raised his forehead tiredly, and waved away people: "Everyone go back to the business, don't make an exception."

"Yes!"

The black suits responded and immediately dispersed like birds and beasts.

In just a second, the lounge that was originally busy fishing was empty, leaving only a row of messy tables and chairs, and some idiot, who was so panicked that he forgot to take the gun? The holster.

"Really, a bunch of careless guys."

The ochre-haired boy sighed helplessly, and when he was about to lift his foot to leave, he suddenly turned his head and looked around. After making sure that there was no one there, he walked into the tea room with a hush, and did not forget to lock the door cautiously.

No, he definitely wasn't curious to see it.

This, this is the inspection!

That's right, he did it for the safety of PortMafia.

Who knows if that manga idiot has drawn something that shouldn't be drawn... This is a check!

Zhong Yuan Zhong also stood in front of the table with a dignified expression. Taking advantage of no one's time, he opened the drawer and grabbed the manga hidden inside.

——Then, skip the previous plot directly and turn to the author's epilogue page.

Five minutes later, Nakahara Nakahara, who had read the full text three times, closed the manga with confidence and breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, there's no revealing information like "thanks to a well-meaning blue-eyed insider for the information."

The third son, even though he said that, he still listened to what others said.

The ocher-haired boy nodded in satisfaction, and put the manga back in place.

... Having said that, just in case, when he has time, he will buy a few copies and come back to read.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also thinking about it, but when he turned around, he suddenly met a secretly observing eye.

"!!"

The locked door was opened at some point, revealing a gap quietly.

At this time, a big face wrapped in bandages was squatting expressionlessly behind the door, staring quietly at Zhongya Zhongya through the crack of the door.

"You&*......!!! Are you sick of mackerel!!"

Zhong Yuan, who was almost frightened into a myocardial infarction, cursed loudly.

"En——" The bandaged boy behind the door deliberately lengthened the ending, his clear voice, coupled with his handsome face with a little baby fat, gave him an indescribably cute feeling.

"What, I just want to see what the slugs that locked the door secretly and hid in the pantry are doing shady things."

Well, it's a pity that I opened my mouth.

"Okay, I get it now!"

As Osamu Dazai said, he clenched his fist and tapped his palm, "Could it be the unique [beep] of puberty——"

"Who would do that!"

Nakahara Chuya interrupted Osamu Dazai with a loud voice.

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes and said innocently: "Huh? I'm just talking about reading fashion men's magazines, Chuya, your reaction is very suspicious. You have thought of going in some strange direction."

"Oh—could it be..."

Seeing his excited partner at a loss for words, a boy in bandages pretended to be surprised and opened his eyes wide, and then showed an angry and disgusted expression,

"Hey, Chuya, your mind is really not sound!"

"...you bastard!!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also clenched his fists angrily, and a crossroads expertly bulged out on his forehead.

Seeing that a double-black war is about to break out, PortMafia has to add another pantry maintenance fee.

Osamu Dazai's subordinates rushed over and tremblingly interrupted the ensuing unilateral fight.

"Mr. Dazai, the leader summoned you."

"Tsk."

Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue, and put away the expression on his face for a second, "You're lucky, slug."

"Ha!" Zhong Yuanzhong laughed disdainfully,

"I will return this to you as it is."

"Next time we meet, I will definitely put you in the medical room and be a mummy for a month!"

The red-haired boy threw down a harsh word, turned around and left in a huff.

Nakahara Nakahara, who was furious and stomped on the floor, naturally didn't see it. Osamu Dazai behind him looked at the direction he was leaving with thoughtful eyes.

——The manga.

At first glance, it is just a funny work with the theme of mafia.

...If that was the case, of course Osamu Dazai wouldn't take it to heart.

But as if it was a coincidence deliberately arranged, many plots and characters in it stepped on the minefield of the young mafia, especially the setting of "Yuki Rin"——

Looking at the black-haired twin-tailed girl with a world-weary face in the manga, Osamu Dazai felt extremely guarded and icy angry.

It was as if an invisible hand had roughly ripped out the unbearable and fragile secret that he most wanted to hide in his heart, and exposed it to the sun with the attitude of a winner to show off, for the world to entertain and talk about .

Maybe it’s not necessarily a little angry mentality——

These things, the boy Dazai Osamu can temporarily put aside, what is more important is the information revealed in this manga.

[Conflicts and fears between Yuki Rin and his manager, Ramen Superman who has been repeatedly emphasized]

...is it just an illusion?

Dazai didn't think so.

Intuition told him that the author of "PortMaria" must be found as soon as possible.

At least, one step faster than Mori Ogai.

And the best candidate for the shortcut——

Before going to the chief's office, the young mafioso in a large black coat turned his head again and looked in the direction his partner was leaving.

****

Meanwhile, in a coffee shop somewhere in Tokyo

A certain red-haired ghost girl didn't know what kind of disturbance her comics caused in the building in that harbor city.

At this time, she was sitting on the seat with a face of sleepwalking, holding a freshly baked and warm food in her hand—comic manuscript fee.

Unexpectedly, it was really sold out!

Until now, the third son couldn't believe it.

Although she was on the plane not long ago, she boasted to Mr. Zhongyuan that "Maria" would definitely be popular, and she would give him half of the medal.

But to be honest, the third son really didn't have much expectations.

After all, judging from her past achievements, her comics, such as: "I Woke Up and Became a Primary School Student, I'm Actually a Detective", "The Onmyoji Who Didn't Want to Inherit the Family Business Decided to Be a Teacher" and the most confident——

"My Neighbor Is a God of Hidden Superpowers",

They were all cut in half because of such a strange reason as "the editor-in-chief of Quan Neon doesn't like elementary school students and prohibits monsters from becoming spirits".

So, originally Sanzi didn't have much expectations for "Maria". At the beginning, he just wanted to test the waters with short stories, but he didn't expect it to be successful? !

【——"According to the market feedback data, most of the manga's favorable reviews are concentrated in the two cities of Yokohama and Fukuoka. We are also surprised by this, but since readers like it——】

【"Please, Mr. Sanzi, please change "Maria" into a full-length serialization!"】

Half an hour ago, Shiratori, the editor of the red-haired girl, suggested to the third son earnestly.

That excited look, I don't know, I thought he was the chief writer of the manga.

This is not to blame for editing Shiratori.

Three years!Three full years!

The little cabbage under his hand, which has been idle for thousands of years, finally popped up, with a sign of success, how can he not be excited!

Obviously it was the teacher who took careless efforts to snatch it in the first place, but I didn't expect such bad luck.

If this continues, his title of gold medal editor will be broken in the hands of the third son sooner or later!

So, this time, betting on his status in the industry of Shiratori's life, he must let "Maria" reach the top!

In order to show his sincerity, Shiratori even applied for the manuscript fee in advance and handed it over to his third son.

"Yokohama..."

The red-haired girl put the royalties wrapped in parchment into her bag, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Well, I happen to be going there too, yo, let's treat it as a field trip!"

Well, I don't know if I can be lucky and meet Teacher Zhongyuan?

Mr. Nakahara must be very happy to know that the manga he directed has achieved good grades!

The third son thought with a smile on his face.

*****

No, he's not happy at all.

On the streets of Yokohama in the evening, the patter of rain fell from the gloomy clouds.

The black sky is like the gravitational boy, with a black expression at this time.

After finally avoiding acquaintances, Nakahara Chuya quietly came out of the bookstore, staring at the two silhouettes, one black and one gold, on the cover for a moment, mentally prepared, and slowly opened the first page.

Five minutes later, the brown-haired boy sitting in the car silently closed the manga.

Then he bowed his waist, crossed his fingers under his chin, and showed a pensive expression on his shadowed face.

The man in charge of driving the black suit shook, followed by silence and dared not speak.

Difficult, could it be that something terrible is about to happen? !

The black suit cautiously glanced at the book on the seat with the corner of his eye——

The cover is wrapped in black and opaque cardboard, so the contents inside cannot be seen.

The man can only guess the seriousness of the incident from the gravitational force on his dignified expression.

Here, the subordinate in the black suit was brainstorming wildly in his head, scaring himself so much that he didn't dare to breathe.

But in fact, at this time, the quasi-cadres of the Central Plains, the gravity makes the young man just ponder over a trivial matter, such as——

With PortMafia's ability, what is the success rate of banning "I don't admit defeat today, PortMaria's daily debut" in Yokohama.

No, it's definitely not selfish.

Although the girl named Lina inside has a hairstyle similar to his, and has a similar face.

Physical skills are strong, he is used to wearing a black choker around his neck, wearing a light and fluffy skirt, and likes to soar high-pitched with a microphone.

But it doesn't matter, he definitely, definitely didn't want to seal the comics of innocent girls because of such boring reasons.

... It's strange! ! ! ! !

Sanzi, you bastard!Dare to have a snack, what is going on with this 90.00% similar face!

Thought he couldn't tell if he changed his hair to blonde!

And what's up with this act of holding a guitar and doing splits in the air on stage? ?He won't do that, okay? ! !

He is good at splitting in the air, and the gravity of whipping and beating makes the young man's head twitch wildly.

If it wasn't for the fact that there was still a subordinate staying in the driver's seat, he would probably have exploded on the spot and tore a certain manga into pieces by gravity.

Today, Zhongye Zhongye, a young man in the Central Plains, finally understands what his colleagues mean by the awkward phrase "debut as soon as possible, become a cadre".

Central Plains quasi-cadre, 17 years old, now wants to beat someone up.

The "person" here specifically refers to a cartoon idiot with long red hair and emerald green eyes.

...Although he thought so, in fact he couldn't find anyone at all.

Zhong Yuanzhong also wiped his face and sighed faintly.

No matter how you put it, the ghost officer under the command of Yan Mo is not a sobbing puppy on the street, who can pick it up from a cardboard box casually——

kindness? ? ?

Wait a minute, did something strange flash past just now? !

Zhongyuan Zhong also froze, brushed with force as if he had twisted his neck, and turned his head abruptly.

When he caught sight of the figure in the rain in the alley, the red-haired boy subconsciously opened his eyes wide, and his brain went blank for a moment.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but when Zhongyuan Zhong also came back to his senses, he found that his mouth had a sense of self-awareness. He took a step forward and shouted out the order——

"parking!"

The moving car squeaked and made a sharp friction sound on the asphalt road.

The black suit driving the car stepped on the brakes, and he turned his head nervously, his right hand was already on the gun: "What's the matter, Mr. Zhongyuan? Did you notice the enemy attack?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also calmed down, and said with a normal face: "...It's nothing, I just remembered that I still have some things to deal with."

"It's fine here, you go back first."

"Yes." The black suit in charge of driving froze for a second, then nodded.

Men certainly have no right to object.

Now, the red-haired boy in front of him is already one of the famous "double blacks" in Yokohama.

One of the five major cadres of the organization in the future is no longer the same as the newcomers of the junior group in the past.

So, he just needs to follow orders.

The man in the black suit respectfully waited for the Zhefa quasi-cadre to get off the car before driving away, keeping his eyes on the whole process, not daring to stay for a second longer.

"...Really, what the hell am I doing?"

The ochre-haired boy carrying a comic book sighed in a low voice as if he disliked himself.

Although it seemed to be a reluctant and unwilling expression on the surface, in action, Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed down the brim of his hat, then opened his legs, and strode towards the red-haired figure in the light rain.

"What are you doing here?" Nakahara asked.

In such a special period when the wind is unavoidable, there are naturally no passers-by on the streets of Yokohama when it rains in the evening.

Therefore, probably only the falling rain and the blowing breeze witnessed the moment when the black ochre-haired mafia spoke——

Under the watchful eyes of the red-haired ghost girl, he changed from Nakahara Chuya, the quasi-manager of PortMafia, back to...

Teacher Zhongyuan.