The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Only diamonds can sharpen diamonds, only hands can wash hands (①)

Therefore, only special dead can catch special ghosts.

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When the third son received a message from the ghost messenger's subordinate for help, she was standing in a certain dress shop in Yokohama, looking at the cute dresses displayed by a group of shop assistants, and fell into deep thought.

"Miss, if it is for the elder sister, I would recommend this gauze dress with suspenders. It is both breathable and fairy-like, it can be described as a refreshing summer breeze, ethereal like an elf in the rain!"

Shopping guide No. [-] pulled out the latest model in the store with astonishing speed, and held it in front of the red-haired girl as if presenting a gift to the foreign guests.

Professional taste and impeccable rhetoric.

But the pair of eyes staring at the girl were astonishingly bright, and she was eager to take part in the battle in person, giving the third son a ballet to show the ethereal and elegant skirt.

"Hmm...a suspender."

The third son looked at the gauze skirt in front of him thoughtfully, and as soon as his face showed hesitation, another lady, a shopping guide with smart makeup, seized the opportunity to step forward.

Calmly, she pushed away the colleagues around the girl with her shoulders, and handed a pair of smooth-cut jeans to the third son.

"If the 'Summer Elf' is not satisfied, do you want to try this one?"

"The enduring July Hot Denim series is playful yet sweet, very eye-catching."

The shopping guide No. [-] spoke softly and at a moderate pace.

Everything is good, but there is relatively no sense of distance. When introducing the skirt, I almost stuck my whole body on Sanzi.

Regarding this, the red-haired girl just dodged to the side nimbly, accurately avoiding the sticker from shopping guide No. [-], and said calmly,

"The length of this skirt may not be suitable for them..."

Looking at this smooth and calm attitude, it is obvious that the girl has been tempered and accustomed to this kind of overly enthusiastic hospitality.

—— "So it's the two eldest sisters, this is really rude!"

Accompanied by a tactful Kyoto-accented voice, a pair of slender hands separated the two "disrespectful" shopping guides.

The top card in the store, cough, wrong, is the gold medal shopping guide with a dignified smile like Yamato Nadeko, walked over under the piercing eyes of his colleagues, bowed gracefully to the third son and asked,

"Miss, is it convenient for you to tell me the characteristics and daily dress styles of the two elder sisters? Of course, if you feel embarrassed, we can exchange contact information. I am willing to provide special references for you..."

While talking, the gold medal shopping guide calmly took out a business card with a private phone number written on it, and handed it to the third son.

A scheming woman!

All the shopping guides glared.

"..."

Outside the crowd, a cute young girl with blond hair and blue eyes slowly raised her head and looked suspiciously at the middle-aged man beside her.

"...Rin Taro, is the store you invested in really a tailor-made suit, rather than some strange public relations department?"

The middle-aged man named Rin Taro laughed dryly twice, raised his hand as if surrendering and said,

"About this, Alice Sauce, I'm pretty sure this is definitely a 'serious' tailoring."

After the man named Lin Taro finished speaking, he looked at the "war scene" of the ladies in front of him, and added weakly: "Probably."

At least until today, he was so sure.

As for why this scene turned into the current scene, Mr. Mori Rintaro Ogai, the current leader of PortMafia, is also very puzzled.

Regarding the identity and abilities of the third son, Mori Ogai had long intended to contact him.

However, no matter whether it is the investigation of the intelligence department, or the use of underground or even some official networks, no useful information can be dug up.

Not to mention precious information such as supernatural powers and weaknesses, but the whereabouts alone, and because of the other party's status as a "ghost messenger", there has been no progress.

Originally, Mori Ogai also hoped that the newly appointed cadre Osamu Dazai would make new discoveries.

But soon, a certain black-haired leader realized from his subordinates' unchanging routine of entering the water and frantically fishing that he could only rely on himself.

In addition, Mori Ogai also considered letting Nakahara Chuya come forward.

I believe that judging from the information obtained not long ago, the mysterious ghost messenger girl may sell Nakaya-kun to save face.

However, after three seconds of thinking, Mori Ogai voluntarily gave up this plan.

Mr. Zhongye is the hole card.

Before fully discovering the character of the red-haired girl, Ogai Mori did not want to rashly interfere with the precious "friendship" between the Hong Kong-Black Gravity Envoy and the 'Envoy of the Underworld'.

Maintaining the status quo and static observation is the current optimal solution.

It is precisely because of this that after receiving the news that the "ghost messenger" appeared in the clothing store in Yokohama and was buying clothes for his family, Mori Ogai almost made the decision to kill the ancestors——

Putting aside the work in hand on the spot, Alice rushed to the scene non-stop with the humanoid ability, preparing for a "street encounter at first sight".

[You can start with the selection of clothing, use Alice to test a thing or two, and approach each other with warm topics about family troubles. 】

In just a few seconds, Mori Ogai's clever little head came up with ABCD... countless alternatives.

All in all, the decision is up to you, Alice-chan!

Mori Ogai rushed to the foreign clothing store and straightened his cuffs. In the blink of an eye, he changed from an unfathomable and dangerous mafia leader to a useless uncle who spoils his daughter.

Forest Taro was full of confidence in the next plan until——

As soon as he opened the door, he was bumped into the waist by a hot-blooded young shopping guide, and almost stepped on by a high-heeled shoe.

The most exaggerated thing is that this brave lady didn't even realize that she bumped into a mafia leader.

She stared at the young girl surrounded by the crowd with glowing eyes the whole time, without even looking, she reached out and accurately grabbed the most dazzling dress from a pile of new varieties, kicking on the eight-centimeter high heels like a duel, squeezing past.

If it wasn't for the fact that some black-haired leader was still able to dodge in time, he would probably be lying on the ground crying in embarrassment holding his broken toe.

Mori Ogai said warmly: "Cough, sorry to bother you—"

"Miss! What do you think of this one? It must match your complexion well..."

Too bad no one paid him any attention.

Mori Ogai's expression remained unchanged, and he slightly raised his voice: "Ahem, that—"

"Go away! If you want to talk about summer matching, this set is more suitable for you, Barbara!"

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him.

Mori Ogai, turned up the volume: "Moshi Moshi, there are guests here..."

"Miss Sanzi! Look at this little dress! Noble and full of charm, I'm sure you can &%￥&...!"

A more high-pitched introduction sounded perfectly, perfectly overshadowing the voice of a certain crumb leader.

After living for more than 40 years, it was the first time that Mori Ogai was so completely ignored: "..."

At this moment, there are so many people around the red-haired girl, it is extremely lively,

It just sets off how neglected and desolate the surroundings of a certain black-haired leader are.

Inside the store, the cool breeze from the central air conditioner blows faintly.

Mr. Morintaro stood there for 10 minutes, the hair on his head was blown up and down by the wind, up and down, but it was——

No one cares, no one cares.

"Wow, that's embarrassing, isn't it? Rintaro."

A certain humanoid ability didn't give the owner face at all, and said gloatingly, "After thinking about so many solutions, have you considered how to solve this?"

Mori Ogai: "..."

To be honest, he really didn't think about it.

Seeing the shopping guides in the clothing store getting more and more fierce, and when they were about to fight, Mori Ogai noticed with sharp eyes that a corner of the "crowd wall" that was tightly packed suddenly moved, and a gap opened.

The next moment, a petite red-haired girl came out of the gap expressionlessly with incredible flexibility, then patted her messy hair like a puppy, and stopped right next to him.

Mori Ogai, who was about to give up and headed home: "!!!"

Is there such a good thing? !

The surprise came too suddenly, Mori Ogai said, we must seize the opportunity!

[Quick, Alice-chan! 】

Mori Ogai winked at the blonde's ability.

The cute little girl puffed up her face in dissatisfaction, but opened her mouth obediently.

Just when she was about to cooperate with the performance, there was a sudden "ding dong", and a voice similar to a message came from the red-haired girl's jacket pocket.

The third son let out an "ah", lowered his head and took out the phone from his pocket, just in time to perfectly miss Alice's "coquettish" expression.

Hmph, she didn't believe it.

Alice pursed her lips in disbelief, her feet tilted falsely, and she fell on the third son's body, still yelling in panic,

"Get out of the way! Big sister!"

The third son who heard the movement was about to look up, seeing the fragrant and soft little Lolita who was about to succeed in touching porcelain.

The next moment, the mobile phone in the red-haired girl's hand buzzed again, and a new message popped up, drawing Sanzi's attention away.

——【"Help! My Lord Sanzi!"】

After seeing the content of the message clearly, the red-haired girl sighed helplessly, then ignored other things, and disappeared without warning with a "pop".

The whole process was lightning fast, taking no more than two seconds.

Mori Ogai & Alice: "!!!"

The blond hair who lost the backing was unable to recover, and "Duang" fell to the ground.

He hit the ground face first, made a loud noise, and didn't get up for a long time.

Mori Ogai: "..."

Alice: "..."

The cool breeze from the central air-conditioning in the store blows slowly.

A certain crumb leader calmly raised his hand to push the bangs on his forehead to the back of his head, and said quietly with his hands behind his back,

"Oh, this is embarrassing, isn't it? Alice-chan."

*****

At the same time, the third son who disappeared in place appeared in an abandoned warehouse by the coast with a "snap".

As soon as the red-haired girl landed on the ground, she saw her ghost brother as if she had finally seen a savior, screaming, rushing towards her with snot and tears, followed by a dead man covered in resentment and blood.

The airflow formed by the wind surrounded his body, condensing into killing wind blades one after another.

Obviously, it was another dead person with different abilities.

"Master Sanzi, help, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The ghost messenger who ran ahead cried and covered his head, performing what is called "crying ghosts and howling wolves" with practical actions.

The third son glanced at the hapless subordinate.

The red-haired girl narrowed her eyes dangerously when she saw the cracked flesh and blood on the opponent's elbows and ankles, as well as the faintly turned bones.

"No one wants me to go to hell! What a ghost! Hahahaha, kill you! Kill you!"

The dead man with the wind blade ability laughed wildly and sent out another attack.

Seeing the transparent sharp blade cut through the air and was about to slash at the back of Guichai's neck, the third son suddenly stretched out his right hand, his five fingers formed into claws, and grabbed the air forcefully.

Golden ripples swayed in the air, and a mace was pulled out by the void. At the same time, the girl shouted sharply,

"—Squat down!"

The ghost who heard the order didn't dare to delay for a second, bent his knees without thinking, and squatted down with his head in his arms.

The next moment, whistling sounded.

The heavy mace rubbed against the top of the ghost messenger's head, whirled and flew straight towards the deceased with supernatural powers.

The seemingly sharp wind blade was easily crushed, and the heavy mace mercilessly hit the dead man's face, smashing him into the concrete floor.

"soy Mujer--!"

The dead man whose front teeth were smashed lay on the ground in embarrassment. Before he could call out the wind blade again, a foot stepped on his neck without a sound.

"Wait……!"

The harbinger of extreme danger suddenly arose.

The dead man's face changed suddenly, and just as he was about to speak, the foot crushed hard, crushing his bones neatly.

The dead man with supernatural power couldn't help but scream, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

"Hmph, another one."

The third son snorted coldly, bent down and grabbed the deceased's ankle with one hand, and dragged him to his subordinate.

"Are you okay?" asked the third son.

"I'm fine, third son."

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, the male ghost guard stood up in relief.

He moved his hands and feet on the spot, and the deep bone wound he saw not long ago has healed.

This is the unique ability of hell ghost messenger, otherwise he would not be able to support the red-haired girl to save the scene, and he would have rolled back to hell earlier.

"What about the rest of the dead?"

The red-haired girl handed the garbage in her hand to her subordinates, "Didn't you say that there are a lot of them?"

"Ah, about that."

The subordinate Guicha also scratched his head in doubt, and said,

"I did receive relevant notifications, but when I came here, I only saw this one dead person. Presumably there was another mistake in the reception department."

"Speaking of which, there have been a lot of false reports about the dead in Yokohama recently. It often appears that a group of ordinary dead people are reported, but in fact, they are people with supernatural abilities. Many colleagues have been injured because of this."

The subordinate of the ghost messenger thought of it and added another sentence,

"Such a rare situation, the last time it happened was when there was a 'leading war' in this place a year ago."

"Really?" The third girl held her chin with her fingers, thoughtful.

Perhaps the red-haired girl's expression was too serious, which made the subordinates of the ghost messenger a little uneasy, so they couldn't help asking,

"Is there something wrong? Third son?"

"...No, nothing."

The third son shook his head as usual, and said, "You go back first."

"—By the way, next, if you receive another report from Yokohama, report it to Miss Tujini first, and she will deal with it."

"Yes."

The subordinate ghost messenger responded, and left with the deceased in a daze.

The red-haired girl didn't move, she just stood quietly in the abandoned warehouse with a mace, as if waiting for something.

It wasn't until the figure of the subordinate disappeared completely and the last sound disappeared from the warehouse that the third son seemed to wake up, raised the mace with one hand, and tapped on the concrete floor.

Dangdang-

The sound of the mace colliding with the ground resounded in the huge space, which seemed particularly abrupt.

The air in the warehouse became inexplicably tense.

The third son ignored these, but raised his eyes, looked in the direction of the shadow of the warehouse ahead, and said in a cold voice,

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

"You took great pains to attract me, so you don't want to just go back empty-handed?"

The red-haired girl's voice cleared the air.

There was silence all around, no one was around.

The third son, who felt that he was acting a one-man show, sighed as if it was troublesome, and continued,

"Come out while I'm still patient, and don't let me really do it."

As if sensing the emotion in the girl's words, this time, the shadow of the warehouse finally moved.

The next moment, a group of heavily armed black suits came out of their hiding places.

The clear and crisp sound of loading guns sounded one after another, and the black muzzles of the guns were raised, aiming unanimously at the third son in the middle of the warehouse.

The girl who was pointed at by the fire blinked her eyes in amazement, her tone raised slightly: "Gun? Are you serious?"

——"Of course not, this is just a little joke."

A voice sounded from outside the crowd.

As the sound of leather shoes knocking on the ground approached, a circle of black suits spread out to both sides like Moses parting the sea, and a black-haired boy in a black coat with a bandaged right eye appeared in front of the third son.

"It's our first meeting, Mr. Guichai."

Osamu Dazai smiled and greeted him friendly,

"Or, here, do you prefer the title 'manga teacher'?"