The lover that gravity makes is wrong

【——Two days ago】

If, while you were alive, you were suddenly told,

Those hells in the underworld that the world has passed on from mouth to mouth are not delusions, but real existence. What will you do?

"me?"

In the medieval bar where several people frequented, the red-haired man with stubble on his chin was stunned for a second, and after serious thinking for a while, he replied,

"If it were me, I should start saving money from now on."

"Eh? Why?"

The black-haired, kite-eyed boy opened his eyes curiously. He was obviously the one who asked the question, but at this moment he showed even more puzzled doubts.

"In general, shouldn't one be afraid of going to hell, with the horrific interrogation and torture?"

"Hey, I see."

Osamu Dazai raised his finger and announced in a cheerful tone that sees through the secret,

"Odasaku, are you planning to use this money to bribe the jailer? They say 'money can turn ghosts'. You really have it, Odasaku!"

Bribe the jailer?

The red-haired young man named Odasaku showed a surprised expression of "I can still do this", then shook his head and said slowly,

"I just think that if you go to hell, you may need money to live. Saku, Yusuke, Shinji, Yu, Katsumi...Although it's a bit late, if you start saving now, you should be able to save a small amount of savings."

"But Dazai, you are right. Considering the punishment, you have to set aside an extra bribe..."

Oda Sakunosuke said while thinking.

When talking about bribes and bribes, the young man put his index finger on the wine glass and gestured on the bar counter. It seemed that he was really thinking about how much "hell life fund" and "jailor bribes" he should prepare for his children. Bribes".

I completely forgot that judging from his age, he was the first to go to hell to report.

If you want to make a deposit, it's up to those little devils to prepare it.

"Life Fund..."

After listening to the answer, Osamu Dazai first looked at his friend for a while with the eyes of "the eighth wonder of the world", and then, as if he had been poked into a laughing hole, he let out a "puha" and laughed loudly on the bar counter.

"Hahahaha—it turned out to be the Hell Living Fund, so interesting, I really deserve to be your Oda work hahaha!!"

Osamu Dazai, who accidentally burst into tears from laughter, hammered the table, and at the same time, he did not forget to make time for a friend, and joined in the fun, saying,

"Then, can I entrust you with my bribe, Odasaku?"

No matter how you think about it!Earn it yourself!

The bar owner was calmly wiping his glass while complaining wildly in his heart.

However, the red-haired young man who was regarded as another kind of bullying was not only not angry when he heard the words, but seriously calculated it in his head, and said to the black-haired boy,

"If it's Dazai's share, the amount is estimated to be not small, so we have to find another way."

Osamu Dazai: "...Pfft."

As if he didn't expect the red-haired youth to take it seriously, the boy with the bandaged right eye was stunned for a moment, and then laughed even louder.

It's hard to imagine his carefree, youthful appearance, but his true identity is actually Osamu Dazai, one of the five newly appointed cadres of PortMafia, the leading organization in Yokohama.

——The devil who is called a born mafia with black blood flowing in his veins.

"Mr. Odasaku, this is a point of complaint. You should show courage and reject Dazai-kun unceremoniously."

A voice came from outside the door.

Dazai Osamu and Oda Sakunosuke turned their heads to look for the sound. A young man wearing round-frame glasses and a suit came down the stairs, with a magenta satchel on his shoulder.

"Ah! Ango, I haven't seen you for a while, you look quite energetic!"

Osamu Dazai leaned back slightly, smiled and waved to the visitor.

Dazai Osamu, Oda Sakunosuke, Sakaguchi Ango.

Now, the three regulars at Lupine's Bar are really coming together.

This is a small bar located deep in the street, without the conspicuous modern signboards of other bars. There are only old gas lamps from the last century along the way, illuminating the way like ghosts.

Probably because of this reason, there have always been very few customers in Lupin's bar, only Osamu Dazai and the three meet here for drinks from time to time.

Over time, under Wuyan's tacit understanding, this bar has miraculously become an "old place" like the trio's secret base.

"How can there be any spirit, I just came back from Tokyo..." (①)

Ango Sakaguchi sat next to Osamu Dazai, and then put the satchel on the bar.

[Yeah, if the 'hell' in this world is real, what can he do? 】

In the bar, the bandage-wrapped kite-eyed boy listened to another friend's business trip experience with a smile, interrupting a few words from time to time as if making trouble.

But in his heart, he thought of another unrelated girl figure.

Hell, judgment, ghosts.

Everything that exists in this world is a prop to pass the time before the real end of death comes (①).

But now, the end has become the beginning of another torture.

This is undoubtedly the worst blow to Osamu Dazai, who relentlessly pursues eternal peace.

However, now is far from the time to indulge in depression.

Osamu Dazai is very clear that everything he owns will eventually be lost, but since fate has given him a chance to glimpse the future, even a useless and depressed person like him can't help but want to change a little What.

After all, his Osamu Dazai has very few friends, just these two.

According to the information obtained not long ago, a group of dangerous elements of unknown origin appeared near Tokyo for a short time.

No one knows their identities, only know that this group of people is well-trained, and their actions are diametrically opposed to those of international mercenaries, and their traces are as hard to find as ghosts.

Although they haven't shown up in Yokohama yet, Osamu Dazai still keenly smells a bit of blood and blood in it.

Of course, if it is normal, this is far from something worthy of special concern for Osamu Dazai who regards fishing as a standard.

Until that manga——

"I can't admit defeat today, PortMaria's debut routine"

Into Dazai Osamu's line of sight.

Sometimes, there are such interesting and magical coincidences in the world.

The ending of the future has long been buried there, just waiting for an opportunity——

A seemingly careless and irrelevant thing pierces the daily self-deception of a mafia boy like fate, and brings him the inspiration for spoilers.

Everything has long been traced.

Skipping those superfluous plots, the contradictions in the manager, Ramen Superman and the backbone member Yuki Rin are what really caught Dazai Osamu's attention.

The very metaphorical plot made Osamu Dazai discover what he had been subconsciously ignoring.

If manga and mysterious organizations around Tokyo are just seeds of doubt,

Then, when Ango Sakaguchi talked about the loopholes exposed without knowing it when he returned from a business trip to Tokyo, the deal of Nordic tea, Chuya’s upcoming mission to the West...

The combination of countless seemingly irrelevant details made Osamu Dazai really believe in the conjecture in his heart.

What is most missing in PortMafia now?

- Legal, unfettered business operations.

As the leader, what does Mori Ogai want most?

——Certificates that are sufficient to ensure that the entire organization stands in the sun openly, for example, a license for supernatural powers.

If Ango is a liar, what is his purpose?

as well as--

last question.

If he were Mori Ogai, what would he do in this situation?

The black-haired boy who just became a cadre not long ago stood quietly by the window for a long time like a ghost.

The faint moonlight covered by the cloud fell on the sea surface of Yokohama Port, and together with the black waves, it was reflected in Osamu Dazai's kite-colored pupils.

The time in the cadre's office seemed to slow down, and Osamu Dazai stood there quietly until the waves of horror in his eyes gradually subsided, and a calmness mixed with madness emerged on his face.

How to break the game?

Defect?Or usurpation?

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelashes, calmly thinking about countermeasures.

While thinking, Osamu Dazai's gaze unconsciously swept across the room, skipping over the manga spread out on the table, and fixed his eyes as if suddenly awakened.

The next moment, the black-haired boy turned around abruptly and walked towards PortMafia's communication data room.

An hour later, Osamu Dazai obtained the surveillance video of Hakodate Airport on August [-], the list of deaths and disappearances in Yokohama in the past three years, and information on the debts of casinos in a certain area.

Then after No.12 hours——

Osamu Dazai, who thought he had prepared everything, stood in front of the red-haired girl and said with a friendly smile,

"It's the first time I've met you, dear Onisha-sama, I'm Osamu Dazai."

******

If there is no accident, this person should be the culprit who caused the error in the reception department's notification.

Although it shoulders the task of predicting the birth of the dead, the accuracy of the reception department is not 100%.

Before Miss Tujini joined Hell and took office, she had been taking on several roles as the Innate God. While recording the good and evil behaviors of the deceased, she also paid attention to the living conditions of human beings and informed her colleagues in the Orientation Division.

In this way, there will inevitably be delays and inaccuracies. It was not until Tujini, an evil spirit who is good at distinguishing dying people, was tricked into working in hell by an assistant officer, that the situation was alleviated a lot.

But it's not without its flaws.

The only thing that puzzled Sanko was, how did this human being named Osamu Dazai find the "loophole" in the Enlightenment Section?

The third son looked at Osamu Dazai blankly, lost in thought.

No matter how cute and amiable the handsome boy with bandages on the other side smiled, how could he arouse the woman's desire for protection, he kept his indifferent poker face unmoved.

Judging from the appearance, it can be said that he has the demeanor of a first ghost assistant officer.

Under Dazai Osamu's signal, the mafia surrounding the warehouse had already retreated, leaving only the third son and Dazai Osamu.

As if it was really to prove that the previous threat of firepower was just a small joke,

Before retreating and leaving, the leaders in black suits moved a round table and two chairs from nowhere and placed them safely in the center of the warehouse.

This is not finished.

Under the amazed eyes of the red-haired girl, they even magically pulled out a basket of fragrant cookies and a whole set of porcelain tea sets!

The clear black tea was slowly poured into the teacup, and there was a curl of steam on the small round table.

In just a few seconds, the scene of the explosive fight turned into a weird industrial-style afternoon tea.

I didn't know, but I thought this was a weird date thought up by a mental patient with a sick brain circuit.

While the girl was complaining secretly, she saw a certain mental patient with a brain circuit disease, stepped forward and pulled the chair away gracefully, then turned her head, smiled at her and said,

"Please sit down, my lord."

Third son: "..."

I'm sure, this human named Osamu Dazai is really a little seriously ill.

The red-haired girl who was still holding a mace in her hand had an indescribable look in her eyes.

But well-

The third son blinked, and looked at the small biscuits on the round table that seemed to be delicious.

Come here, it's afternoon tea.

The red-haired girl who thought so, walked to the other side of the round table with a big heart, opened the chair and sat down, took a bite of a small biscuit, and did not forget to reach out halfway, and refilled a cup of sweet black tea for herself.

Probably the third son's behavior was too calm, even Dazai Osamu couldn't help being stunned.

——At least in the expectation of the black-haired boy, this slug-like ghost girl should overturn the table with a slap and wave a mace to make him stop talking nonsense.

Instead of actually sitting down and enjoying afternoon tea.

...Although such a result is not bad, but——

Osamu Dazai was thinking about what was wrong, when he saw the third son raised his head with a biscuit in his mouth, and looked at the black-haired boy standing dumbfounded in a strange way.

At the same time, the sharp canine teeth in the girl's mouth followed with force, and only heard a "click", and the tough biscuit was bitten into two pieces on the spot, chewed and swallowed.

The whole process is neat and elegant, not even a biscuit crumb is dropped.

But for some reason, it always gives people the illusion of sharks chewing bones and eating.

Well, illusion.

It must be an illusion.

Osamu Dazai thought calmly, just when he was about to bend over to sit down, his eyes glanced unconsciously and froze.

With his own excellent dynamic vision, Osamu Dazai clearly saw that the teeth of the girl holding the black tea cup lightly knocked against the cup wall. In the next second, the hard porcelain was like a block of tofu, with a corner missing.

"what."

As if realizing that he had accidentally broken someone else's tea set, Sanzi felt guilty for a second, then quickly raised his hand, took off the pieces of porcelain and held them in his palm.

When she opened her hand again, a string of porcelain pieces turned into fine sand fell from the girl's palm.

When the wind blew, not even the 'bones' were left.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

One problem, although he doesn't mind death, but grinding it into fine powder and so on is really avoided.

So... how on earth did that slug survive the presence of this monster.

"En? Young man, why are you still standing?"

The third son, who consciously succeeded in 'destroying corpses and eradicating traces', held a broken teacup, raised his head pretending to have nothing to do, and directly turned his back on the customer, and greeted enthusiastically,

"You're welcome, sit down."

"..."

Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai slammed down on the chair like a stone falling into a lake.

Nothing else.

Just, a little scared, not daring to move yet.