The lover that gravity makes is wrong

What... what, what does it mean, do you want to touch it!

The red-haired girl's unexpected speech made Nakahara Chuya choke, and he accidentally choked on his own saliva, and immediately let out a series of earth-shattering coughing sounds.

"Cough, you, you cartoon idiot cough cough cough, don't suddenly ask such strange words!"

The ocher-haired boy raised his eyebrows and growled, followed by an expression of embarrassment and anger on his face.

It looks angry, but if you look closely, you will find that the boy's ears hidden in the brim of the hat and sideburns are red and transparent.

Thanks to the lights in the middle of the night, the gravity of the majestic PortMafia prevented the adults from failing on the spot.

"Well, don't I see Mr. Zhongyuan staring at you all the time, as if you care about it?"

The third son muttered aggrievedly, scratched his bangs, and covered the little ghost horns with his hair.

……cough!In terms of curiosity, when, of course, it's not that I don't have the slightest idea.

And that ghost horn looks so cute, he originally thought that the ghost clan had some taboos about their own horns, for example, only those close to them can touch it.

Well, even, since the person concerned has said so, it's not impossible for him to have a little touch...

Nakahara Chuya clenched his fist with one hand, covered his mouth, and muttered frantically in his heart.

When he was finally mentally prepared, he cleared his throat expectantly, and turned his head to agree, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that the third son had returned to his usual bangs, and——

Some flashing sharp mace.

Nakahara Chuya suddenly understood something: "..."

"Third son..." The red-haired boy twitched the corners of his mouth and spoke slowly.

Third son: "En?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also weighed his words carefully, and said, "I mean, if—if I just nodded and said 'yes', what would you do?"

The red-haired ghost girl blinked her crystal pupils cutely.

She looked at Nakahara Chuya, showing a pure smile like an angel descending,

"Of course, smash your head with a stick, Mr. Zhongyuan, and then smash your teeth one by one, and teach you a little lesson!"

"Dad told me since I was a child, to be careful of those 'bad things' who stare at their ghost corners and say they want to touch them. They are all a bunch of perverts, and it's best to kill them when they come across them, and don't be soft."

Nakahara Chuya, who almost became a pervert: "..."

The brown-haired boy looked at the smiling face of the third son, took a deep breath slowly, tried his best to suppress the emotions that were about to explode and said softly.

"Then you—just now, still asking?"

The third son tilted his head innocently, showing cute dog eyes, trying to pass the test: "Hey? I'm just trying?"

"After all, a girl is alone outside, so safety comes first~"

"—So your safety first is 'fishing law enforcement?'!" Nakahara Zhongya retorted loudly, unbearably.

At this moment, he felt the corners of his eyes twitching.

"Hahahaha, don't be angry, Mr. Zhongyuan, I promise, if you are the one who said 'yes', I will be more lenient. After all, as a friend, you have to accept the unknown side of your friend."

The red-haired girl finished speaking with a smile, and then quickly added a sentence at the end,

"—only shattered your right knee."

Chuya Nakahara, who hadn't had time to be moved: "..."

"I thank you!"

"What does it mean to accept the unknown side? Don't make me sound like a shameful pervert!"

The third son touched his head with a natural expression: "Hahahaha——Japanese is so difficult, I can't understand it."

"Don't laugh! Don't play dumb!"

In the end, this foolish quarrel was due to Sanzi's crazy and sincere apology, plus she was the one to treat the dinner,

As well as the accompanying gift of the "Lena-chan painted lottery" signed by the author himself (Chuya Nakahara: Who wants it!), the boat of one-person-one-ghost friendship was stabilized.

"By the way, Dazai, you want me to give you this."

in a restaurant

Zhong Yuanzhong also finally remembered the forgotten business again, took out a kraft file file bag from the inside of the coat, and handed it to the third son on the opposite side.

"Huh? Boy Dazai? It's really a big free gift?!"

The third son widened his eyes in surprise, looked at the information in his hand, and showed an unbelievable expression of being hit by a pie falling from the sky.

"So what the hell are you plotting?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at the third son, and said as admonishment, "Let's talk first, it has something to do with that mackerel, be careful that you, an idiot, will be sold someday, and there will be no bones left."

The third son gave a thumbs up and said confidently: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhongyuan! No one dares to sell ghosts!"

Nakahara Nakaya choked up at the girl's quick answer, and once again showed the familiar indescribable eyes.

"...no, I don't think I meant 'sell' that's what I meant."

"Hahaha almost."

The red-haired girl put the file in her hand aside, stroked her chin and explained,

"Besides, it's not that I have anything to do with Dazai boy, he found it on his own initiative, and this information is also there."

initiative?

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows, poured a glass of juice for the girl, and handed it to her: "Tell me, what's going on."

"Thank you."

The red-haired girl bit her straw and briefly recounted her meeting with Osamu Dazai and their conversation.

"Well, although I don't know what Dazai boy wants to do, but now it seems that he should have given up my route, probably."

Sanzi put down the juice, cut the steak and concluded.

give up?

No, that mackerel is not a loser.

Nakahara Chuya propped his chin with his left hand, thinking casually.

The biggest possibility is that Osamu Dazai changed from the bright place to the dark place, and just changed to a more concealed method.

On the Astronomical Tower, the partner's last confession echoed in the ears of Chuya Zhongyuan again. Although he still can't guess his purpose for the time being, but——

The ochre-haired boy raised his eyes, and his cobalt blue pupils quietly stared at the red-haired girl with a bulging face, who was satisfied with eating steak.

No matter how long that guy's hands are, he can't reach into hell, and he will help to pay attention.

"Ah, Sanzi, the corner of my mouth is covered with sauce."

Zhong Yuanzhong also let go of the thoughts in his head, and nodded his right lip to remind him.

"Eh? Where? This way?"

The third son rubbed the napkin to the left.

After a few failures, Nakahara Zhong, who was looking anxiously, sighed, simply took a clean white napkin, stood up slightly, crossed his arms over the table,

"Put your head over here, and I'll wipe it for you."

"Oh, thank you."

The red-haired girl didn't think much, she leaned her upper body forward, and brought her face to the Gravitator's hand.

The soft napkin was attached to the corner of the girl's lips, and with the strength of the boy's thumb, she wiped off a little bit of black pepper sauce on Sanzi's lips.

The two didn't feel anything, but the passing waiter quietly covered his snickering mouth.

She gave her colleague a look, and soon, a special dessert was brought out from the back kitchen.

Along with it, there is also a processed rose on the dinner plate.

"We didn't order this dessert." Zhongyuan Zhong also said strangely.

"Cough. This is an event in this restaurant. It is a romantic dessert specially prepared for two people. The theme is 'The Rose and Crystal of the Beast'. Your meal has been served, I wish you all a good night."

Before the speaking waiter left, he winked at Zhongya Zhongyuan and made a weird expression of "Brother, come on, we can only help you here".

Nakahara Chuya: "...?"

Nakahara Chuya: "...!!!"

The red-haired boy who reacted shook his shoulders and almost jumped up from the chair.

"That, third son, no! This is a misunderstanding, I didn't..."

"Huh? Nothing? Does Mr. Zhongyuan not like jelly?"

The red-haired girl raised her head suspiciously.

Before this, she had neatly torn the delicate roses into petals, sprinkled them on the clear pink jelly, and then—

Aww, I swallowed it in one gulp.

"Well, the taste is weird, a bit bitter."

At the end, I still don’t forget to make some serious comments, and take out a small notebook from my pocket to simply record the materials and impressions.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Hehe, what did he say before?

Comic dork.

The red-haired boy calmly wiped his face, and suddenly felt that he who was fidgeting a few seconds ago was simply an incorrigible idiot.

"That... Teacher Zhongyuan?"

"doing what."

The third son held a small silver spoon and said cautiously: "Did you eat mustard? Your expression is a bit scary now."

Zhong Yuan also had an indifferent face: "Oh, no."

"Just a second ago, I just rejected the idea of ​​bringing you a gift after returning from a business trip."

...Oh, forget it then.

The red-haired girl blinked indifferently, and was thinking about whether to cooperate with Teacher Zhongyuan, showing a distressed and shocked expression.

The next moment, she saw the ochre-haired boy with his arms crossed over his chest glanced at her, panting like a sheep, and added slowly,

"—Koala, it's really not suitable, so let's forget it."

Third son: "..."

A thunderbolt struck the top of the red-haired girl's head.

The third son suddenly reacted: "!!!"

"Eh??? Why? Why is it suddenly forgotten!! Mr. Zhongyuan---!!!"

****

At the same time, the headquarters of the PortMafia building

A red-haired young man in a camel coat put down the phone in his hand.

He drove in the dark night to the tallest of the five Port Mafia buildings, and pressed the elevator to the top floor.

PortMafia chief building, this building is located in the center of Yokohama, even if it is a luxury hotel, it cannot reach the height.

After exceeding the height of more than seventy floors, the elevator continued to rise. Looking out through the glass windows overlooking the surrounding area, the buildings higher than the red-haired youth's line of sight at this moment have all disappeared.

what will happen?

Nothing to do with you, abandonment, personnel reorganization.

Oda Sakunosuke looked down at the dark night sky outside the window, like a monster's black hole with its mouth wide open. The heart in his left chest followed the rising elevator and fell backwards to the ground.

In any case, the Port Mafia has three chapters.

——Absolutely obey the orders of the leader, never betray the organization, and double the reward if attacked. (①)

Therefore, he has no other choice.

Ding--

When the elevator reached the top, the doors opened to both sides with a crisp sound.

After stepping through a long corridor with no light source visible, Oda Sakunosuke, a member of the Hong Kong Black Bottom, stopped in front of a tall French-style office door.

Oda Sakunosuke stroked his chin with his fingers, and after confirming that there was no stubble, he opened his mouth and said——

"Boss, Oda is summoned here."

……

…………

In this world, there are tragedies and separations happening every moment.

If anyone has leisure time, I will specially pull a statistical table.

He will find that in the whole world, every 12 seconds, there is a "sadness" happening.

Some will lose a loved one, and some will lose a significant friend.

But there are still some people who clearly think that they are depressed and useless, but before that moment actually comes, they are always the craziest and "optimistic" faction, and they are always willing to try even the most incredible plans with no chance of winning.

Inside the PortMafia staff quarters

A black-haired boy with bandages on his body and face stood by the window.

There were torn pages of calculations piled up under his feet, and the night wind blew into the room from the open window, raising the black curtains and the hem of the boy's clothes.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand, and the scraps of paper that were clenched tightly in his palm, whose contents could not be seen clearly for a long time, flew into the deep night sky one after another like white snow.

"No plan is absolutely perfect, and there is no enemy that cannot be killed."

The kite-eyed youth looked down at the night scene outside the window, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and his voice melted into the night silently like snow.

"—Let's begin, impossible miracle."