The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Facts have proved that even if it is a ghost, if you squat and maintain a position for a long time, your legs will go numb.

In the rain alley, Zhongyuan Zhong also held a small red umbrella, looked at the third son who was jumping around with vacant eyes, and moved his legs ferociously.

When it was almost time, the red-haired boy took out a black handkerchief from his coat pocket and handed it to the red-haired girl.

"Wipe your hair, it's wet with rain."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Zhongyuan, for your help!"

The third son took it without thinking, and pressed the handkerchief on the dripping hair.

One of the two dared to give it, and the other dared to use it. The whole process was extremely smooth, and nothing seemed wrong at all until——

The third son reacted as if he was half a beat away.

"Eh?! Sensei Nakahara, so you are the character who always carries a handkerchief!"

The red-haired third son looked at the fabric in his hand in amazement, and his round eyes widened even further.

【...It looks a bit like a puppy, so cute. 】

This idea suddenly popped up without warning, and flashed through Zhongya Zhongya's mind abruptly.

But before the boy came to his senses, the gravitational force was choked by the second half of the red-haired girl's speech, and kicked the aura aside.

"Role..." Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked at the third son angrily and amusedly,

"What's the matter with your comments like a cartoon character? Besides, is it strange that I wear a handkerchief?"

Although it's a bit strange for him to say that himself, he has been taught for a while by one of the five cadres, Ozaki Momiji.

He still knows how to maintain basic poise and tidiness.

Of course, things like handkerchiefs are more often than not pure DressHandkerChief to Nakahara Chuya, which is similar to decoration.

It is the first time to take it out and use it like today.

At this time, if Ozaki Koyo, who taught the etiquette of the red-haired boy, was here, maybe he would sigh with relief that their Nakaya-kun has grown up and knows how to give girls handkerchiefs.

Then, as soon as he turned his head, he began to investigate people from the eighteenth generation of their ancestors.

Her behavior like an old mother can be said to be no different from that of an old father in hell.

"Well, Teacher Zhongyuan's words."

The third son thought for a while, then jokingly raised his finger and said,

"Compared to a handkerchief, it's more like taking out a fist the size of a sandbag from your pocket. Then punch your opponent into the medical room, and be a mummy for a month hahahaha."

A fist the size of a sandbag...

Zhong Yuanzhong also retorted angrily: "...What kind of image do I have in your eyes!"

...Wait, if it's that mackerel guy, then that seems to be true.

The ochre-haired boy who complained couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

He imagined the future of beating a garbage partner into a mummy, and then his expression gradually became grim.

The third son next to him wiped his hair silently, as quiet as a chicken.

Uh, do you want to remind Mr. Zhongyuan that his expression looks a little scary now.

Not like a policeman, but more like a villain with a distorted face who finally got his revenge.

The kind that can stop a child from crying in the middle of the night.

... Forget it, human beings often say "take others' hand short", so let's pretend we didn't see it.

The ghost girl, who claims to be well versed in human feelings, turned her gaze away from the crowd, pretending not to see the gloomy expression of Nakahara? The police cadet? Nakaya?

The air was so quiet.

The wet rain and mist filled the air, and the rain fell on the umbrella surface, making a crackling sound. One of the two young people held up the umbrella to watch the rain, and the other twisted their hair with a handkerchief.

None of them spoke, but the atmosphere around them felt strangely relaxed.

After staring at the raindrops for a while, Nakahara Chuya naturally shifted his gaze to the face of the ghost girl.

It's a magical, indescribable feeling.

It was as if there was an unknown force pulling his gaze, making him unconsciously pay more attention to the girl around him.

If it were an adult gravity user here, he might already be vigilant.

But the 17-year-old Zhong Yuanzhong is not a entangled person. He believes that instead of having time to think about it, it is better to follow his own mind and act. In the end, he will not regret it.

Perhaps it was because the brown-haired boy's eyes were too obvious, and the third son who was pressing his hair raised his eyes as if feeling something, and for a moment, their eyes met.

The girl's emerald pupils shone like gems in the diffuse night and rain and fog.

Zhong Yuan's heart moved, before his brain had time to think, his mouth subconsciously blurted out the words in his heart,

"Do you... want a steak?"

steak! !

Since noon, the red-haired girl who had been too busy to eat swallowed her saliva, her eyes lit up, and she looked at Zhongya Zhongyuan with sparkles,

"Eh?!! Can it be done! Can it be done!"

"Then I want a big steak with shredded cheese 0v0!" The third son said with great anticipation.

With that happy look, Zhong Yuanzhong was almost hallucinating, fluffy dog ​​ears appeared on the girl's head, and her tail flicked wildly behind her like a small brush.

Ah, more like puppies.

The ochre-haired boy couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed, and said,

"Then let's go together. I happen to know a good restaurant. I treat it as a thank you for your help on the plane."

"Mmmmmmm!"

The third son swallowed his saliva and nodded, he didn't hear the other person's words clearly. The big eyes of the two Pika Pikas had become the shape of steak.

Just when the red-haired girl was about to lift her feet and follow the gravitational force to eat a big meal, the soul-binding bell in her arms jingled suddenly, as if reminding her.

The crisp bell was especially loud on the quiet street, and it successfully awakened the girl's sense that she was about to be snatched away by the steak.

Ah... the time has come.

The third son raised his head and looked towards the north, showing a thoughtful expression.

Nakahara Chuya: "What's wrong?"

"Well, sorry, Mr. Zhongyuan, the steak can only be next time."

The third son scratched his face and said disappointedly, "There is a dead person waiting for me."

Damn it, it's a rare meal.

The ghost girl drooped her shoulders dejectedly, and even the non-existent dog ears on her head drooped as if she lost her spirit.

dead—

Zhong Yuan also looked at the girl who waved goodbye to him.

Seeing Sanzi turn around and walk towards the rain curtain like last time, about to disappear into the dark night.

Central Plains also suddenly had a strong premonition——

If we just parted like this, then maybe they will never meet again...

Relying on his excellent intuition, when the third son of Nakahara Chuya left, he suddenly stretched out his hand: "Wait a minute!"

The arm was suddenly grabbed, and the third son who was forced to stop was pulled, and turned around in surprise: "Is there anything else, Teacher Zhongyuan?"

"I……"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't let go of the girl's arm either. He paused for a while and said quickly, "Can I go together? I want to ask you some questions about the dead."

The ochre-haired boy thought for a while, and added another sentence as if adding weight: "It's very important."

"Huh?" Sanzi was a little surprised.

Nakahara Chuya: "Can't you?"

The red-haired girl blinked: "There are no rules about this..."

The third son was about to say something, but the soul-binding bell in his arms rang louder and louder, and the urging became more and more urgent.

In an emergency, the third son simply stopped hesitating, grabbed Zhongya Zhongya's hand with his backhand, and said seriously, "Mr. Zhongyuan, hold my hand tightly!"

If it is thrown away halfway, it will be crushed into pieces by the turbulent current.

Zhongyuan Zhong also froze for a moment when he heard the words, and then put five fingers together, and took the initiative to wrap the girl's fingers into his palm: "Ah, I remember."

****

at the same time

Inside a member dormitory of PortMafia

A thin figure leaned against the bedpost with cross-legged bones, sitting on the carpet.

On the low table in front of him were three computers running side by side, and different but similar scenes were being played on the screens.

Passengers of different ages pulled their suitcases and shuttled through the spacious and bright airport, occasionally stopping the airport staff to ask and chat.

Outside the terminal building, ground crew members wearing yellow helmets and work vests waved the light sticks in their hands to direct the scene.

Passengers, airports, ground handling.

Busy and orderly images can be seen everywhere in any airport.

This is the surveillance video of Hakodate Airport obtained by PortMafia through some means.

The time at the top of the screen shows that the recording time of the video is exactly August 8.

Gravity made Chuya Zhongya return from a business trip, and unexpectedly "disappeared" at the airport that day.

The dormitory room was very dark and the host didn't turn on the lights.

On this gloomy and rainy night, only a little neon light outside the window fell onto the floor of the room, and together with the three computer screens emitting cool blue light, it illuminated the iris-colored left eye of the figure and the bandage-wrapped face.

It's Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai looked at the surveillance video expressionlessly. Although he was sitting in a relaxed posture, his attention never left the computer screen from the beginning to the end.

The minute hand of the clock on the wall went round and round, and when the kite-eyed youth couldn't help but open his mouth and yawn, suddenly a certain picture flashed across the screen.

The kite-eyed boy opened his eyes, and sat up straight like a cat that had finally caught its prey.

He stretched out his hand, and the progress bars on the three computers reversed simultaneously.

The time of the surveillance video quickly receded, and finally stopped precisely at a certain point——

On the screen, the red-haired boy in a black hat stood up from his seat in the waiting hall while holding a ticket.He seemed to be about to walk to the boarding gate ahead, but at this moment, the boarding gate in the monitor flickered for a short time, and then returned to normal.

This change is very small and inconspicuous, just stepping on the moment of human blinking.

Unless, like Osamu Dazai is staring at the camera for a long time without blinking, it is difficult to see that something is wrong.

The same situation is also staged in the other two computer screens.

The red-haired girl walked towards the boarding gate with the Kudo father and son holding the tickets, and then disappeared strangely.

The only difference is that only the red-haired girl——

There was nothing in her hand.

……

…………

Off the screen, the kite-eyed boy with bandages narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sly smile slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth.

The kite-eyed boy held his chin, pointed to the red-haired girl in the monitor, and said softly,

"Bingo~ I found it, 'Man·Hua·老·师'."