The lover that gravity makes is wrong

——"The lifespan of these dead people is wrong."

Half a month ago, in Yan Mo Hall, the ghost lamp turned off the pure glass mirror next to the trial seat, and said to King Yan Mo and his third son,

"I checked their pre-living records. According to the records of the Gu Shengshen, the deceased represented by Oda Hideaki should have had dozens of years of life, and should never die of various accidents right now."

When a person is born, how long he will live, and when he will die is a serious and rigorous matter.

It is like the orbit of stars in the Milky Way, the sequence of genes that God has inscribed in human bodies, the stars revolving in the sky, and the fine sand deposited by the long river of history...

The probability of an error is less than one in a hundred billion, which is an outright impossible event.

But if one day, this one-in-a-hundred-billionth probability really happens, it can only show one thing——

"Casinos, gamblers..."

The third son recalled the picture she had just looked at in the Jingliu mirror, and a ridiculous guess that was infinitely closer to the truth appeared in her mind.

"They all made deals with people in the form of gambling...someone, or some organization, took their lives in exchange."

"That's right." Ghost Lantern glanced at Sanzi approvingly.

Then, when he mentioned this part of the dead, his face was as black as a burning briquette-after all, anyone who works during the day and is forced to read the records all night for three consecutive days at night will not be in a good mood.

"It's a pity that the group of dead people only had a decorative brain, which was replaced by someone, and they are so stupid that they can't say a reason."

A certain hell assistant officer said with a black face.

King Yan Mo: "What about the Co-born God, if life is exchanged, they should be aware of it."

"Unfortunately, no useful clues have been found yet." Ghost Lantern said,

"Obviously, the guy who did this had a certain understanding of the rules of the underworld.

He didn't know what method he used to avoid the sight of the Innate God. In addition, there were too many people in the country, so it was difficult to lock the target in a short time. "

"Tsk, it's really ugly."

The First Assistant Officer of Hell smacked his tongue with a gloomy face, and said ghostly,

"Using this shameless method to evade death adds a new workload to hell. After catching a person, he must definitely let him taste the taste of a hundred times the punishment!

"Then again, people in this country of neon have problems, they can't even take a break. Every year! Every year! The number of sudden deaths keeps rising, forcing us to work overtime..."

"Give me a vacation, Neon people!"

The more Ghost Lantern spoke, the more excited he became, and in the end he even accidentally broke the Golden Fish Grassland pen in his hand.

Third son: "..."

King Yan Mo: "..."

The previous conversation was quite normal, but Mr. Ghost Lantern/Dad, is there something wrong with the key point from the middle of the conversation?

The red-haired girl and the hell administrator looked at each other.

But because of the frightening expression on the face of a certain ghost assistant officer, the two dared not speak or ask.

All in all, it was supposed to be up to the assistant officer himself to find out the mastermind who was hiding in the dark, but due to the endless workload, the final task fell to the ghost executive officer, the third son.

At first, Sanzi thought the task would take longer.

But to her surprise, after SKF864, another clue came to the door automatically.

****

inside abandoned warehouse

The third son pulled back Piaoyuan's thoughts, propped his chin, looked at Osamu Dazai quietly, and patiently listened to the other party's sure-fire speech.

"...The ability of ghosts should not be underestimated, but this is the present world, and human beings always have more convenient and better means to achieve their goals."

"Miss Sanzi, I found the person you are looking for."

As Osamu Dazai said, he pointedly glanced at the cowhide file on the round table that had never been touched by the girl from beginning to end.

"His name, identity, and where he is now are all in it."

only--

The third son glanced down at the file in front of him, and continued what Osamu Dazai had left to say: "It's just that this is not a free 'gift'."

Osamu Dazai looked at Sanzi with a smile, without refuting.

Sure enough, talking to a smart person is a peace of mind...

Osamu Dazai nodded calmly: "That's right, this is a gift of a deal—"

transaction?

The red-haired girl suddenly realized, she clenched her fist with her right hand and hammered her palm,

"Oh! I see, Dazai boy, do you want to join our hell family now?

"Hey, it's really hard for you. It's good to die for this kind of thing, and you even took the time to share our worries for us!"

"Yes, yes, I think now—"

Osamu Dazai just nodded his head halfway, and suddenly realized, "Wait! It's true, but that's not what I meant!"

Hearing the words, the third son let out an "oh" in disappointment, and silently put down the mace he had already raised,

"That's a pity. It's rare that I have already thought about it. The first stop can put you in the excrement department. There is a shortage of people there all the year round..."

... What subject? !

Looking at the mace put down, Osamu Dazai pricked up his ears vigilantly before he could breathe a sigh of relief, and couldn't help emphasizing,

"...No, although I don't know where it is, please allow me to refuse."

"Oh, it's alright."

The red-haired girl waved her hand and said disapprovingly, "Anyway, judging from your current living conditions, you should be down soon."

The third son said, showing an encouraging smile to the unlucky future reserve: "Come on, you are welcome in hell."

Osamu Dazai, who has been repeatedly misrepresented: "..."

At this moment, Osamu Dazai decided to temporarily stop his favorite water-diving activity, and strive to live for a few more years.

At least don't go to that shit department.

Absolutely not.

Osamu Dazai was taking notes frantically in his mind.

On the opposite side of the round table, the red-haired girl glanced sideways at the sky outside the warehouse, raised her hand and stretched her waist, and then spoke without authorization, drawing a conclusion to this conversation,

"Okay, afternoon tea is over, thank you for the biscuits and the loophole in the Reception Department, we are destined to see you again, boy Dazai."

Osamu Dazai was taken aback for a moment, and quickly called out to the third son: "...Wait! Don't you want to know the information about the people behind the scenes?"

"Ah, that—"

The red-haired girl got up, glanced relentlessly at the unopened files on the round table, looked at Osamu Dazai,

"Are you going to give it to me for free, Dazai boy?"

Dazai didn't speak.

When the third son saw it, he didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "I don't intend to, right? So I don't want it."

don't want?

However, isn't this what you hell are most concerned about now, and what you bother to track down?

Why can you give up so simply?

In this case, in this case, how should he make a request for a transaction?

The red-haired girl's words made Osamu Dazai's brain go blank for a moment, and countless question marks ran wildly in his thoughts.

The kite-eyed boy seemed to have not understood, and looked at the third son with a confused and blank expression. Even his face, which was in control of everything in the past, also showed a rare bewilderment.

Probably only at this time, people will be reminded that this mafia named Osamu Dazai is still a teenager who has just reached his full age.

Maybe Dazai's biscuits played a role, or maybe it was out of gratitude to the boy for his honest answer to the loopholes in the introduction section,

Before the third son left, he looked back at Osamu Dazai and said admonishingly,

"There is something, you may have misunderstood."

The red-haired ghost boy turned his head, his emerald emerald pupils looked at Osamu Dazai lightly through the gap of the mace on his shoulder, casually but with substance,

"Young man Dazai, hell is not a gentle heaven. We pursued the person behind the scenes not out of pity for those dead. Rather, in our opinion, those dead are self-inflicted."

self-inflicted...

"Then...why?" Dazai Osamu murmured.

The third son opened his mouth with a smile, and the words he uttered fell like pearls and jade, echoing in the abandoned warehouse where you could hear the drop of needles,

"Because death is the most fair thing in this world that cannot be trampled upon."

"Son Dazai, no one can escape the responsibility of death. No matter who the person you mentioned is, we will catch him ourselves. But we never rush, because the bad results have already been planted.

When that person falls into hell, it will be the time when he pays for his sins a hundredfold and a thousandfold. "

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"Finally, as a reminder, I would like to advise you—"

The third son blinked and laughed, revealing the two pointed canine teeth unique to the ghost clan,

"Don't negotiate deals with ghosts, be careful not to lose your money!"

Osamu Dazai: ...

That's right, it turned out that from the very beginning, where he always felt uncomfortable was here.

The black-haired boy, who had exhausted all his tricks, sat alone in the chair, silently watching the back of the ghost messenger walking away.

No matter how human this girl is.

But he forgot that she is the law enforcer of another world.

There has never been a common rule between the underworld and the present world.

……Failed.

It was he who failed.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, his black bangs fell, faintly covering his eyes.

In sight, the ghost girl's back was getting further and further away.

Just as she was about to step out of the warehouse door and disappear, Osamu Dazai suddenly pushed the round table away and stood up abruptly.

The ear-piercing sound of chairs scratching the floor resounded in the air, and the delicate tea set fell to the concrete floor, splashing tea and debris all over the place.

Osamu Dazai ignored the affected clothes, he clenched his fists, raised his head and shouted loudly at the girl's back——

"I have a friend...he's dying!"

The boy's shouts came from behind, and the despair that could not be concealed caused the third son to stop walking away.

Osamu Dazai took a deep breath, as if taking out all the courage and gamble of his life.

He spread his legs and walked towards the third son step by step,

"I have exhausted all methods, calculations, possibilities, chips...

Any solution that can be used as a way out is fine, but the more you calculate, the more hopeless you will be. It is a dead end that cannot be shaken by manpower alone. "

"There is not much time left for me. If I go one year earlier, I can usurp the throne and arrange the best way out for him!"

"If it can be half a year earlier, I can at least cut off the offline reports in advance and kill them in the cradle!"

"But...but! Now I only have a few hours! It may be this second, or the next moment, that group of gray ghosts will board this city, and what I can do...is it just to watch the ending happened?"

A series of excited words made Osamu Dazai feel a little unsteady.

Breathing slowly, he walked towards the third son step by step, and then stopped half a meter away from the red-haired ghost.

"Master Guicha, I don't intend to destroy the present world and the death of Huang Quan, but I just want to exchange all the chips for a promise, a promise that allows me to act with confidence."

At least let him witness with his own eyes that there really is a 'fairy tale' in this world.

—— Let the souls of the dead have something to rely on.

They will live in another world fairly, and one day, they will meet again in hell.

……

…………

A long silence spread in the abandoned warehouse.

Osamu Dazai stared at the girl's back without blinking, his fists were clenched so tightly that he didn't even notice when red blood flowed from his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

The red-haired ghost guard turned his back to the boy and said nothing.

Every second is stretched infinitely.

Just when Osamu Dazai thought that this hopeless torture would last forever, the third son who turned his back to him suddenly moved.

Then, as if helpless, the girl sighed very lightly.

"...Really, Yokohama is such a treasured place of geomantic omen, how can you make such stupid friends."

"……Varied?"

The kite-eyed boy slowly opened his eyes wide.

The black mace was taken down and handed to Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai: "?"

"Didn't you want to 'promise'?"

The third son scratched his hair helplessly, then turned to Osamu Dazai and said,

"Catch it, I'll show you the promise."

****

In this world, there are Huangquan and hell.

For ordinary people, hell may be a place more terrifying than any disaster.

But for Osamu Dazai now, that is a hope no less than a fairy tale.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and grabbed the weapon handed by the girl with all his might.

The next moment, the kite-eyed boy felt a blur in front of his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on the top of Yokohama's tallest astronomical tower with his third son.

The wind blew past their feet, the orange sky was reflected in his eyes, and the endless sunset dyed half of the sky red.

It turned out that this moment happened to be the sunset time of the day, the time of encountering magic.

——That is called the time when people and ghosts appear at the same time.

A hand stretched out from the side, silently covering the back of Osamu Dazai's hand, and joined hands with him to hold the heavy weapon.

"Look down, Dazai boy."

The red-haired girl spoke.

Osamu Dazai obeyed and looked down at the road.

Then, he was surprised to find that at some point, the scene of this familiar city changed.

The streets are divided, and the high-rise buildings are painted with the color of another world by the setting sun.

Pedestrians stepped across the zebra crossing on the road, and the ghost guard held the soul-binding lock and brushed past the crowd.

The dead, with tears in their eyes, or sad and calm faces, followed the footsteps of ghosts and disappeared into the invisible side.

Osamu Dazai stared blankly at everything in front of him, and lost his words for a moment.

"The florist next door has a saying—"

The third son's peaceful voice slowly came from beside him, Dazai Osamu turned his head according to the voice, and his eyes fell on the girl's peaceful profile.

The third son ignored Dazai Osamu's complicated eyes, just stared at the transparent dead who disappeared under the setting sun, and said softly,

"——'The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees. When the heaven and the earth travel against each other, we will be saddened for eternity." Everyone is a traveler in this world."

"but--"

The red-haired girl paused, and suddenly reported two familiar but unfamiliar numbers, "88 days, 5000, two hundred and 63 people."

Immediately afterwards, there was a string of names that either appeared in Osamu Dazai's memory or had long been forgotten.

"Yutaka Adachi, Akemi Endo, Kenichiro Aso...they were all the ones I took in the dead during the Yokohama Dragon Head War. I remember the names of each of them, because in the eyes of our ghosts, they are all the same. .”

"Young Dazai, your friend is no exception."

The third son said that he withdrew his gaze from his colleagues, and turned to look at Osamu Dazai.

Those emerald green pupils shone brightly in the evening light, quenched by the golden light of the sun.

She looked at Osamu Dazai equally, and said equally,

"No matter who your friend is, I can promise you that——

If he dies, then, from the moment he dies, no one can harm the dead in Huangquan except us. "

"As long as he dies, I will come in person to fetch the dead soul and send him to hell."