The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Mistake, it turned out to be this type of character.

Osamu Dazai struggled to maintain a calm smile on his face, but secretly, he had already opened the small ledger in his heart and made a serious note on it.

Righteously, he attributed this unwarranted account to his partner who was working overtime for him.

Either way, it's all the slug's fault!

There is nothing wrong with paying off debts!

The kite-eyed boy lowered his eyelashes, reached out and poured himself a cup of black tea and drank it slowly. At the same time, his brain was working rapidly, and he began to delete the original plan in large quantities.

Neither of them spoke. In the empty and abandoned warehouse, there was only the soft sound of cups and saucers colliding.

An invisible tension pulled between the two.

Although on the surface, it seems that Osamu Dazai is in the dominant position, but the kite-eyed boy is very clear that after the oolong just now, the situation has changed.

It can even be said that from the very beginning, he failed.

Whether it was the deliberate exposure of his identity at the beginning, or the provocative behavior of arranging "afternoon tea" later, he failed to provoke even the slightest mood swing of the red-haired girl.

Most people in the world think that angry people are the hardest to deal with.

In fact, they were wrong. The side that is often provoked is the easiest to win.

Anger will erode reason and make the brain dull, so that the unconscious will expose more information that is not humane, and finally let others slaughter it.

Unfortunately, he failed.

...Really, it turned out to be such a recalcitrant personality.

Should it be a steel plate, or a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water?

Osamu Dazai glanced at Sanko, a feeling of boredom arose in his heart.

If it wasn't for the young man asking for something else at this moment, perhaps he would have already got up and left, and walked around the girl in front of him from now on.

But unfortunately, Osamu Dazai couldn't leave, so of course, the initiative of the negotiation fell into the hands of the third son.

...Well, although a certain ghost girl may not realize it, she won the upper hand without knowing it.

Therefore, intuition talent stream players are the most annoying.

The kite-eyed boy glanced at Sanzi sullenly, the sulking look in his eyes was really cute.

It's a pity that a certain ghost girl was busy chewing small biscuits, and even thought that the biscuits were a little too sugary.

But the black tea is good, I will ask where I bought it later, and I will bring some to my father and sister Axiang when I go back.

Probably, this is the legendary "spiritual barrier" between the natural department and the mental operation department.

As the saying goes, a mental trainer should not get close to the steel plate, or he will become unlucky.

Fortunately, unlike some malicious mafia, the third son is not a ghost messenger who likes to torture strangers with atmosphere. Most of the time, the red-haired girl believes in the real thing, such as the charming iron torture...

Whoops, off topic.

The third son coughed, swallowed the last piece of biscuit, and broke the silence between the two of them.

"Young Dazai, have you organized your language? Say it first, if you lie, I'll hit you on the head with a mace!"

The red-haired girl took out a black handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her fingers carefully.

The weapon placed aside seemed to be responding to the girl's words. It was very suitable for the occasion, and flashed a menacing cold light under the sun, which almost dazzled Osamu Dazai's eyes.

"..."

The smile on Dazai Osamu's face froze, his eyes stayed on the familiar handkerchief for a moment, and with his excellent memory, he quickly found out where the handkerchief came from.

Very well, it's the Men's Dresshandkerchief.

...It's all your fault, slug!

Osamu Dazai puffed his face, and continued to write down the innocent partner in the small notebook in his heart.

Then the bandage boy quietly moved back to make sure that the painful mace in him was far enough away before he blinked innocently and asked softly,

"Excuse me, what is the basis for Miss Sanzi to judge that I am lying?"

"Of course it is—"

The red-haired girl pondered for a moment, raised her index finger and answered confidently,

"--intuition!"

"..."

Bah, the intuition system is really annoying!

Osamu Dazai was silent for a moment, then suddenly put away the fake smile on his face, showed an upright expression, nodded seriously, and said,

"Well, it makes sense, let's talk about the topic that miss cares about."

"Okay." The red-haired girl had no objection.

"So Dazai-san, how did you discover the loophole in the Receiving Section, how did you do it, and what is your purpose."

The third son asked very directly, and didn't mean to 'circle around' with the other party at all.

Osamu Dazai stared at the girl's emerald green eyes, and three seconds later, he took the lead to look away, and at the same time finally finalized the plan for the third son in his heart, that is——

No scheme is required.

For this young girl, speaking out is the best way to speak out rather than trying to tempt her.

What a pain in the ass, this character.

Forget it, let's treat him as a big reward for vomiting blood this time.

Thinking so, Osamu Dazai completely put away his bluffing posture, and leaned on the round table like a salted fish.

"Ah, the method is actually very simple."

The boy dragged his face sideways with one hand, and the flesh on his left cheek was pushed up by the palm of his hand, and he said lazily,

"As long as you study the death records of the past few years, you can deduce that the time when your receiving department was dispatched was when they were on the verge of death, right?"

"Knowing this, just find a few unlucky people who are about to die, and then follow up with some emergency medical personnel—"

As he spoke, Osamu Dazai raised his other hand, made a small gesture to Sanzi, followed by a slightly malicious smile on his face,

"It's—it's so easy, there's no challenge at all."

Although Osamu Dazai said it lightly, it seems that if he catches a passer-by randomly, he can see through the laws of operation of the Hell Reception Division.

But in fact, the kung fu involved is far from that simple.

Just "find a few unlucky people who are about to die", such a casual sentence contains too many things that cannot be deeply thought about.

——In the city of Yokohama, the number of dead people has its own rules and numbers. It is definitely not like tap water. As much as you want, you can just turn on the tap and you can flow out as much as you want.

It is definitely not something that can be easily done by two or three dying humans if they want to cause chaos in the entire Orientation Department.

Well, here's a question that surfaced.

What if there are not enough people on the verge of death?

Are there other means of human intervention other than naturally occurring accidents?

Osamu Dazai had no intention of going into details.

The third son fixedly stared at the young man in front of him, wandering like a ghost for a while, blinked his eyes in disbelief, and said calmly,

"You...you will definitely be a permanent resident of Abi Hell after you die."

"Abi hell!!"

In a place where ordinary people would hear nightmares, Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up, and he asked expectantly,

"What? This name is a good place to look forward to!"

"Of course!"

The third son nodded proudly, and introduced with a warm tone of sincere recommendation,

"Abi Hell is great! There, you can not only enjoy the torture of being submerged in the fat times that the devil has worn for 300 years, but also be surrounded by cute hell dogs, gnawing off the skull; being squeezed into flesh by torture tools Infinite recovery after mud..."

The third son snapped his fingers like a treasure, and every time he gave an example, the corner of the mouth of a bandaged boy dropped a little.

In the back, Dazai Osamu had already collapsed on the table with a livid face, like a mackerel about to die of thirst, shining in the sunlight with a light of lovelessness.

"But speaking of it..."

The third son suddenly closed his mouth, bent his knuckles, touched his chin with one hand, and stared straight at Dazai Osamu, revealing the exact same scrutinizing eyes that were rumored to be that of a certain ghost assistant officer.

In a word, it is the look of "unlucky labor force that can be squeezed".

Although this human being named Dazai is capable of descending to eighteen levels of hell a hundred times after death, nothing has yet been determined.

Just relying on this vision to see the loopholes in the introduction department, it is a good squeeze, ahem, a glowing talent.

The third son slightly squinted his eyes and looked at Osamu Dazai, he had already exhausted in his mind the position that someone could squeeze after death, cough, wrong, it is a post that can shine.

Sensing the crisis, the kite-eyed boy shivered like a cold cat, like a black cat about to be caught to take a bath, with a "swoosh", he straightened up vigilantly, and looked at his third son.

"What are you going to do to me!"

Dazai Black Cat folded his arms nervously, like a pure girl meeting a bully blocking the way, shivering under the shadow of Guicha Sanzi's eyes.

"Huh? Nothing!"

The third son blinked his eyes, opened his big white teeth heartily, and smiled at Dazai,

"I just thought about your future, young man. Well, it's not a big deal. Don't worry, young man Dazai. Anyway, it's all after death. It's better that you don't know for now."

Dazai: "...You say that, but it makes people pay more attention."

But just kidding, let's stop here.

Osamu Dazai suppressed his hippie smile, took out a file wrapped in a brown paper bag from his coat, put it on the round table, and slowly pushed it in front of the third son.

"What is this?" Sanzi asked directly without reaching out his hand.

"Miss Sanzi, don't you want to know why I lured you here?"

Osamu Dazai tilted his head slightly, tapped the document with his ten fingers, and the smile that belonged to the youngest cadre of PortMafia appeared again at the corner of his mouth.

"Open it and have a look, I specially prepared a gift for you."

****

No matter how human-like they look, the third son is the executioner of ghost missions.

This means that every time the red-haired girl stays in this world, it must be for some purpose.

Using a game as an analogy, connecting with buds and conveying the message of the five members of the Banner Club are just incidental "branch lines", not the real purpose of the red-haired girl.

The third son came to Yokohama for inspection, as for the content of the inspection——

****

"I checked the list of strange deaths in Yokohama in the last three years, and found a very interesting thing."

Osamu Dazai leaned back against the back of the chair, with his slender left leg resting on his right, and said slowly,

"Except for the 350 people who died due to weapon fighting during the Dragon Head War, some of the remaining dead have interesting causes of death - slipping into the air, falling steel bars, cramp in shallow water, ghost flights..."

The kite-eyed boy counted these accidents like singing,

"At first glance, it is indeed all accidents, there is nothing suspicious. At best, it can only show that these dead are a group of unlucky people."

"That's right—bad luck."

Having said that, Osamu Dazai paused for a second.

His eyes were fixed on the eyes of the red-haired girl, not missing any changes in the third son's expression, and continued,

"They are all a bunch of unlucky bastards with bad luck."

"It just so happens that it's a group of unlucky people from casinos in Port Mafia's Downward Zone A. For example, the deceased on the SKF flight, Hideaki Oda."

The moment Dazai Osamu's voice fell, the red-haired girl raised her eyelashes "swish", and looked at Dazai Osamu with a gaze as sharp as a sword.

【—You guessed it right. 】

The undisguised expression of the red-haired girl made Osamu Dazai curl his lips as he wished, showing a determined smile,

"There's something wrong with their cause of death, let me guess—"

"Could it be that each of them owed a large amount of gambling debts before they died, but after half a month miraculously, they used some means of fortune to pay off the debts. I thought I could live a chic life like this, but I don’t want to, I will die soon.”

"That Hideaki Oda is one of them, but obviously, he is more unlucky."

Twice in the casino, and once he made a fortune and paid off his gambling debts, but the second time, it was his current fate.

Osamu Dazai said, slowly revealing his real trump card,

"Master Sanzi, you are a 'Ghost Cha', so if you want to come, you are here to investigate the real cause of their death, right?"

When speaking of the word 'ghost messenger', Osamu Dazai deliberately spoke at full speed and emphasized the syllables, as if he wanted to confirm and remind the red-haired girl by this act.

As long as it is a living and breathing creature, it must have weaknesses.

No matter how powerful they are, by mastering their weaknesses, he can gain leverage in negotiating deals with them.

For "hell", the worldly people showed fear, but Osamu Dazai saw a new possibility from it.

Osamu Dazai looked at Sanzi and smiled.

****

At the same time, outside the port of Yokohama, an inconspicuous cargo ship was rapidly approaching the port of Yokohama.

The huge boxes are full of freighters, and the sailors are busy among them, sitting and preparing for the final landing.

At first glance, this cargo ship is no different from those transported in the past.

But only a very small number of official personnel, the clock tower far away in Europe, and a certain leader who has been planning for this for a long time and fueling the flames know that this cargo ship is carrying a group of "gray ghosts".

Wearing gray cloaks, they are "black histories" that are shunned by the upper echelons and tried to cover up.

Obviously he went to the battlefield in the name of a hero, but after everything was over, his own people who were guarded were charged with "war crimes", hunted down like a bereaved dog, and wandered around the world.

But this time, someone guided them and chose this place in the extreme east.

The brackish sea breeze blowing across the deck lifted the hood of the leader's cloaked man, revealing his scarred face and long silver hair.

"...are you in Yokohama?"

The man looked at the gradually approaching harbor city, and his dim pupils, which were as gray as death, slowly revealed the light of hope. He opened his mouth in the sea breeze, and his deep words scattered into the wind, carrying ominous blood.

"The real place of holy fire, the one who brings us liberation."