The lover that gravity makes is wrong

"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."

The third son's words were straightforward and merciless.

But as a listener, Osamu Dazai slowly opened his eyes wide as if he had seen something warm and shining, and the light of the setting sun was reflected in the surprised kite-colored pupils.

...This is the first time he has heard that someone can say such a vicious curse as "send you to hell" like a declaration of justice from the Knight of Light.

Absurd, and kind of funny.

But why, Osamu Dazai suddenly relaxed.

Just like a worried traveler trekking alone, suddenly told that he can unload the boulder in his heart, the kite-eyed boy suddenly bent down and laughed loudly.

The hearty laughter of the young man spread from the top of the Astronomy Tower, blown by the sunset and the wind, completely free of the depression that lasted for several days.

"..."

The third son was speechless looking at the black-haired boy who suddenly looked like a lunatic, laughing profusely, his eyes turned into the shape of ==.

Speaking of which, their relationship should not be so good...

The red-haired girl glanced at her draped shoulders.

Just about to slap the familiar arm away, but after thinking about it, he was still kind and didn't do it.

In case she let go one second before, this strange guy fell from the top of the astronomical tower the next second, and fell from the mortal world to hell on the spot.

Well, although she doesn't suggest that hell have one more labor force, but if it is done in such a way that Dad will teach her a lesson, it is still avoided.

Forget it, great ghosts don't care about humans with brain disorders.

The third son didn't care about Dazai Osamu who was laughing wildly as if he had been poked in his laughing hole.

The girl ignored the hahaha noise, silently pulled back her precious weapon, observed it carefully, and put it away safely after making sure that there were no strange traces left.

This is the same ghost clan mace that her father gave her, so precious!

If this boy named Dazai was not too troublesome, she would not allow her weapon to be touched by a human being.

I'm sorry, Xiao Hei, for making you wronged!

The more the red-haired girl thought about it, the more her heart ached, and her gaze at Osamu Dazai gradually became sharper.

So, when Osamu Dazai finally stopped laughing enough, when he raised his head, he met the kind eyes of a ghost girl.

However, the present Osamu Dazai is no longer the Osamu Dazai a few minutes ago!

The young mafia cadre has cleverly seen through the nature of a certain red-haired girl who is a bad guy.

At this moment, Dazai Osamu, who was looking at the third son's unfriendly gaze, was not only not afraid, but instead blinked innocently, his kite-colored pupils curved cutely, revealing an amiable smile,

"Miss Sanzi..."

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, the sharp mace wiped Dazai Osamu's face, and hit his feet one centimeter away with a "bang".

A big hole was suddenly smashed into the floor, and white smoke was still emitting faintly.

"... Gudong."

In the cool breeze, a certain Zaizhi swallowed stiffly with a smiling face, obediently retracted the arm that was on the shoulder of the red-haired girl, and stood at attention.

"Humph."

The third son cast a sideways glance at the honest young man, and when he was about to dodge to leave, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

As if remembering something important, the girl turned her head and warned Dazai Osamu fiercely,

"Almost forgot, you—you are not allowed to use loopholes to cause trouble to hell, you know! Otherwise, I will credit you!"

As for this time, just stand honestly on the roof and reflect on the cold wind!

After the red-haired girl finished speaking, she thought she glared coldly at the young man, and disappeared on the top of the astronomy tower with a "pop".

Osamu Dazai looked at the place where the third son disappeared, until the surroundings returned to calm, with only the sound of the wind blowing by, he slowly put down his hands that were pretending to be obediently raised in surrender, and chuckled softly.

"Hell..."

The young mafia cadre looked into the distance, returning to the city of daily scenery, his eyes flickered,

"It's not bad to be able to meet again in Huangquan after death."

"The most uncertain factor has been resolved, next, let's meet a refreshing, clear and energetic death~"

...but before that-

The cooling wind blows faintly, raising the hem of the black coat.

Like a silly pillar, the black-haired boy poking at the top of the tallest astronomical tower in Yokohama leaned on his chin with his fingers, lost in thought.

There is a key question -

Was he thrown on the rooftop by some ghost messenger?

*****

That's right, the guy who made trouble in hell, honestly reflect on the rooftop!

The third son, who ran away, put his hands on his hips and thought confidently.

Compared to stripping off your clothes and hanging upside down in Tokyo Tower, or being tied to a stone pillar to read an elementary school composition in public, this means a very slight punishment, boy Dazai!

Really, it is also a mafia, why can't I learn from the worry-free teacher Zhongyuan.

The third son sighed and shook his head, but without stopping, he turned right and walked into the nearest dress shop, continuing to choose clothes for the first and second sons.

At the same time, the red-haired girl didn't know that Teacher Zhongyuan, whom she spoke of as worry-free, had finally finished processing the unreasonably increased number of documents and was about to happily go for a ride to relax.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket beeped, and he received a message for help from his trash partner.

"Ah? What? Was thrown by a woman in the Astronomy Tower and couldn't get up?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to be unable to understand Japanese, and stared at the message for a full three seconds.

Then, burst into laughter——

"Hahahahaha, mackerel deserves it! If you don't do business all day, just hang it on the astronomical tower for me hahahaha——! The devil is going to save you!"

Here, Zhongyuan Zhong also flicked the key of the motorcycle happily, and quickly pressed a series of numbers.

With such a good opportunity, of course he would call back and laugh at that green mackerel!

The number has already been entered, and the only thing left is to press the call button.

At this time, the originally quiet mobile phone buzzed and vibrated again, and soon, a new message jumped out.

This time it's a photo.

Hmph, useless Dazai, I will definitely not help you this time, so give up.

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted, and clicked on the photo casually.

The progress buffered in the screen, Xiaohua, turned around, and the next moment, a photo of a red-haired girl with puffy cheeks and a biscuit in her mouth jumped out.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The smug smile on the ocher-haired boy's face suddenly froze.

Below the photo, there is a message from Osamu Dazai.

【Zhongye, Miss Sanzi is here too~ She's so scared! 】

I believe you asshole!

Not to mention the Astronomy Tower, even if that manga idiot jumped off the Tokyo Tower, he would be fine!

Zhong Yuanzhong snorted disdainfully, then turned his head, and honestly called the third son.

At the same time, in a clothing store in Yokohama

Sanzi was once again surrounded by overly enthusiastic shopping guides, who introduced the concept of children's clothing with a glance.

Amidst the noise, the screen of the mobile phone she had casually left in her coat flickered, and fell silent unwillingly.

"Tsk."

Inside the PortMafia building, the red-haired boy frowned and stared at the unanswered cell phone, smacking his tongue vigorously.

Forget it, I just happened to be busy and didn't hear it.

Speaking of which, it's impossible to think about it. With the character of that comic idiot, it's fine if he doesn't beat that guy Dazai, how could he get along with him.

And she is not a little girl with no power to restrain a chicken, her force value is comparable to his——

Zhong Yuan stared at the screen of the phone bitterly, and countless reasons flashed through his mind.

ten seconds.

20 seconds.

30 seconds later—

"Ahh! Damn it! Mackerel, you bastard, wait for me!!!"

With the sound of pounding on the table in the quasi-cadre's office, the subordinates used to watch the door being kicked open, and their good-tempered (?) boss rushed out from inside cursing, and left the building on a bicycle.

Oh, it must be Mr. Dazai.

It's definitely Mr. Dazai again, and he's out of business again.

A group of people in black suits looked at the furious back of the red-haired boy, and calmly ate their melons.

10 minutes later

Superman rushed to Chuya Zhongyuan on the top of the Astronomy Tower, only to see a smiling partner.

As for the ghost girl who was said to be very scared, trembling and whimpering in the cold wind?

Oh, he didn't find a single hair.

"Hmm? What is Chuya looking for!"

Osamu Dazai looked at Nakahara Chuya who thought he was hiding, and glanced around, showing a smirk of success,

"If you are looking for Miss Sanzi, she has already returned to hell!"

"It's no use crying and cursing, it's too slow, and I went back to hell angrily!"

The kite-eyed boy lied without blushing.

Although he did feel unhappy, it was obviously aimed at someone who disturbed hell, and it had nothing to do with the red-haired boy.

In this regard, Osamu Dazai, who has always taken pleasure in deceiving his honest partners, is not guilty at all, and distorts the facts confidently.

Osamu Dazai thought he would see Nakahara Chuya showing a surprised and flustered expression.

Unexpectedly, the red-haired boy who heard this just glanced at him indifferently, and said with a sneer,

"What nonsense, she is not such a delicate character."

Nakahara Chuya's rebuttal was spoken too smoothly, without going through the brain at all, with a completely confident and familiar tone.

The red-haired boy himself didn't think there was anything wrong, but Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this, his eyes rolled around, and he made a strange "oh~" sound.

"The yin and yang are weird."

Nakahara also cast a sidelong glance at Osamu Dazai, and said directly,

"So, what's the matter with taking so much trouble to call me here?"

Osamu Dazai was not surprised by this, and slowly smiled.

The whole Hong Kong?

Although they are partners, as long as they collide together, it will be gunpowder against gunpowder, and they can blast a big hole in the building anytime, anywhere.

But few people know that the relationship between friends and enemies all the year round makes this double black have an unexpected tacit understanding.

"Well, there are indeed two important matters that need your help, Chuya." Osamu Dazai said frankly.

--important?

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at Dazai in surprise: "So in your eyes, is there anything important?"

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, just looked at Chuya.

The red-haired boy also didn't agree immediately, he turned his head sideways, his cobalt blue pupils looked sharply at Osamu Dazai.

A tacit atmosphere spread at the top of the tower.

It is enough to show the seriousness of what Osamu Dazai is going to say next by deliberately avoiding the eyes and ears like this, and choosing a high-level conversation that can never be monitored.

Or, this is just a personal matter concerning Osamu Dazai.

The mackerel was asking him for help on a personal basis.

or—

This is the conversation that follows, and must not be heard by anyone else in PortMafia.

"Dazai."

In the silence of the night, Zhong Yuanzhong also spoke, his calm voice revealing the coldness of warning,

"Do you know that your current behavior is enough to make me question your loyalty?"

Osamu Dazai put away his smile, and asked flatly, "Then, are you going to report me? To me, the cadre."

Nakahara also looked at Osamu Dazai.

After a while, the red-haired boy took off the hat on his head, played with it casually for a while, and said softly, "Tell me."

Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips.

"The first thing—"

As Osamu Dazai said, he took out a file in a brown paper bag from his coat and handed it to Chuya Nakahara.

"Just pass on this document to Miss Sanzi for me in case of trouble."

Zhongyuan Zhong also reached out to take it, and asked cautiously: "What is this?"

"Hey." Osamu Dazai laughed, and suddenly raised his voice, announcing in a cheerful voice,

"This is a love poem I collected specially for Miss Sanzi. Since Miss Sanzi's whereabouts are really hard to find, I will trouble you and act as Cupid~"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The hand of the red-haired boy holding the file bag froze.

After a suffocating silence, the boy raised his head expressionlessly, and asked in a tone that couldn't hear his emotions,

"Can you say that again?"

——Again, I will stuff this bag of things through your eyes and grab them out of your ears.

Zhong Yuanzhong also held the kraft paper bag in his hand, and in his eyes, the silent threat was almost overflowing.

"... Cough, I'm sorry Chuya, I was joking."

Faced with the rare threat of killing intent from his partner, Osamu Dazai, who didn't want to 'die beforehand', coughed sensiblely and confessed honestly,

"This is just some information about the deceased that I promised Miss Sanzi to investigate."

Central Plains was also puzzled: "The information of the deceased? Why are you here?"

Osamu Dazai didn't intend to elaborate: "Well, I don't know the specifics, so you can ask Miss Sanzi directly."

Nakahara Chu also glanced at Osamu Dazai suspiciously.

Despite his doubts, he put away the file bag and agreed to the first thing.

"What about the second one?" Nakahara asked.

"As for the second—"

Osamu Dazai looked at Chuya Nakahara, and slowly opened his mouth.

On the towering astronomical tower, two young teenagers stood facing each other.

They were like opponents, each occupying an open space, the black-haired boy opened and closed his mouth, and seemed to be saying something quickly.

His voice was very low, but it was swept gently by a gust of night wind, and it was quickly scattered in the howling wind.

Like dewdrops after rain, they are quickly evaporated by the sun and disappear.

At this moment, no one knew what Dazai Osamu had said.

Only Zhong Yuanzhong's eyes gradually widened, and his face was stunned, as if he was looking at a lunatic.