The lover that gravity makes is wrong

September 2007, 9, Rotterdam, The Netherlands

Nine fifty-five.

A huge cruise ship is docked in what was once called the largest port in the world.

It has a volume of more than three tons and a golden appearance, like an arrogant and huge beast, entrenched in this sea.

The gold-plated hull seems to be endlessly long, and the silver font is stretched across the hull, with the name of the cruise ship flying in iron paintings and silver hooks——

Wheel of Hope (①).

Whether it's the golden color of the cruise ship or the extremely exaggerated ostentatious appearance, it can be seen at a glance that the owner behind the ship is like a nouveau riche, arrogant and vulgar, eager to show off his wealth to the world.

However, such a person is the guy who Nakahara Chuya, on behalf of PortMafia, has to "negotiate" with next.

The world of mafia is full of violence and predation of the weak.

But sometimes, as long as you can provide enough monetary benefits, you can make this group of black suits sit down and "negotiate civilly" with you.

"Welcome to the old man's wheel of hope, PortMafia Gravity Master Zhongyuan."

As soon as he got off the helicopter, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw the target of this trip——

With a group of guards, with a cane in one hand and open left arm at the same time, like a show stage, Hyoudou Kazuson has a strong desire to perform (①).

If you were an ordinary person, you might be deceived by the enthusiastic attitude of the other party who has been waiting for a long time, and you will feel flattered and so on.

But Zhong Yuanzhong is also very clear that the old guy in front of him is waiting here on purpose. It is not so much a welcome to Hong Kong? Opportunity.

But unfortunately, the young Gravity has no interest in such unnecessary small talk.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised the brim of his hat with one hand as if he had not received the intention of the person opposite him.

The boy's sharp cobalt blue pupils first glanced at the several colleagues present, and after exchanging tacit glances with each other, he turned his head to look at Kazuson Hyoudou, who had the tallest posture among them, and nodded slightly.

"Long time no see, Mr. Hyoudou, I, Chief Daisen, send my greetings to all of you."

The attitude of the ochre-haired boy made Hyoudou Kazun slightly sink his face, and a dark color of displeasure quickly flashed in his eyes.

However, due to the disparity in force between the two sides, and another extreme organization present, he could only pretend to be peaceful and continue to smile.

Hyoudou Kazun, the leader and will of the Diai Group, appears to be a nouveau riche, but in fact, he is still an 'old man' who is ridiculed privately by the industry.

It is said that if you do too many bad things, it is easy for ghosts to knock on the door in the middle of the night, and you will grow old quickly.

But this Hyoudou Kazun seemed to be let off by time, he always maintained his 50-year-old appearance, survived the death of many ambitious lieutenants, and firmly controlled the Diai Group.

Of course, if he was just a scum who lived a little longer, he wouldn't be so unpopular.

After all, they are all a group of people who are doing "not so visible business", and no one can laugh at each other.

But this Hyoudou Kazun has an evil taste that even mafia gangsters like them are not ashamed of.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked away, his eyes passed the edge of the ship's landing pad, and landed on the boarding place at the bottom of the port.

Out of some kind of overlooking and evil taste from the top of the pyramid, Hyoudou Kazun imitated the famous historical ship, known as the "unsinkable" Titanic, and divided the "Wheel of Hope" into five layers. The higher you go, the more prominent your status and dignity.

Chuya Zhongyuan and the others are on the top floor of the cruise ship at the moment.

When looking down, you can clearly see the passengers on the ground, like tiny ants, lined up on the giant ship with their chests held high.

The boarding gate on the front is set at the sunny south pier. With reserved and proud smiles, the well-dressed passengers walked to the floors they reserved under the guidance of the crew, while others—

The ochre-haired boy narrowed his eyes slightly, his excellent eyesight allowed him to clearly see that a group of out-of-fit people were standing in the shadow of the pier at the back with their shoulders hunched, like chicks strayed into the jungle.

There are men and women, and although they look different, they all have a similar aura——

His eyes dodged, his demeanor was awkward, but there was a hint of desperate madness in his actions.

There are almost a lot of people like this in PortMafia's casino.

Even if you are on the verge of desperation, you have to put your fingers on the poker table, your fingernails tightly clinging to the edge of the table, and you will even owe a debt that you can't repay in your whole life.

"Oh, did Mr. Zhongyuan notice any interesting scenery?"

Nakahara Chuya's actions caught the attention of Hyoudou Kazun. He cautiously walked to the edge of Tsubo Airport with a cane, slightly stretched his head and glanced down.

After seeing clearly where the Zhefa quasi-cadre's eyes rested, the aged leader of the Diai Group snorted inexplicably, showing a superior and evil look like God watching a silverfish on the ground.

"Oh, it looks like the testers 'sponsored' by Hasegawa are in place,"

Hyoudou Kazun lighted his cane and said with a grin: "I'm really looking forward to it. What kind of entertainment this year's warriors will bring to this old man."

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head calmly, and looked at the other party emotionlessly.

【Trial. 】

That's right, this is the evil taste of "Hingdou Old Immortal" being sneered at by their group of desperadoes.

It may be that the older the rich, the more they like to play God. Every once in a while, Hyoudou Kazun will find a group of unlucky people who owe huge debts and have nowhere to go, and summon them to this "Wheel of Hope".

As the name suggests, it is a trial of going through various games.

The winner not only gets rid of all debts, but also gets a huge amount of wealth that can never be enjoyed in a lifetime, while the loser——

Ha ha, loser, not worthy of attention.

Perhaps for those unlucky people who think they are already in a desperate situation and have nothing to lose, this is a 'hope' worth fighting for.

But before they boarded the ship, no one told them that this was a journey to hell with no return.

Not to mention that no one told them that their struggles, unwillingness and tears had already been numbered in secret first, and everyone was projected on the screen of the high-level cruise ship like a livestock race, for the rich to bet for fun.

And this wave of 'braves' who came to the trial was obviously different from usual.

Many losers of the "Liar Game" (②) were included among them, and they owed no less than one billion yen in debt in the game, and decided to try their luck in this 'Wheel of Hope'.

...a bunch of disgusting tricks.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned slightly.

Just when he was about to look away, a flash of light from the corner of his eye suddenly appeared, and a familiar red-haired figure flashed past the crowd below.

……and many more!

The youthful gravity startled the young man, and he took a quick step forward. Then, under the surprised eyes of everyone, he walked to the edge of Ping Airport and looked down while pressing his hat.

The boy's cobalt blue pupils, like sharp night owls, stalked the crowd below one by one, but he never found the trace of the red hair.

Is it an illusion?

On the top floor of the cruise ship, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought suspiciously.

*****

—Of course not an illusion.

Rotterdam harbor side

A certain red-haired ghost withdrew his secretly observing head and stood in the shadow of the containers at the port, resting his fingers on his chin thoughtfully.

"En—Wheel of Hope? No wonder the Reception Division has not found any useful clues. It turns out that they have hid overseas."

Very thoughtful, Hyoudou is immortal.

But it's a pity, no matter how far you run, you will be caught and sent to hell!

The third son grabbed the ice cream in his hand, reached out his hand and took out a slightly old-fashioned flip phone from his pocket, and pressed a string of numbers.

Speaking of which, it's the 21st century, even the 4 beeps are installed, why don't the technical departments in hell update the appearance of the connector at the same time?It would be great to change it to PSP, ah, or the transformation props like Kamen Rider are also very cool.

Just as he was thinking wildly, a gust of salty sea breeze blew from the direction of the pier. The third son paused for a while while pressing the number, and raised his head.

The red-haired girl with an ice cream in her mouth took a step to the side, allowing her gaze to pass through the gaps in the containers and land on the big characters "Wheel of Hope" on the golden hull, and then looked up along the direction.

Ten, thirty-five, sixty...

The red-haired girl counted in general, silently counting in her heart.

The bright sunlight shone on the gold-plated deck of the luxury cruise ship, making this giant sea ship look more and more dazzling, almost blinding the eyes of every passerby.But Sanzi didn't care about this.

The third son moved her eyes, and when her eyes swept over the positions near the display windows on each floor of the cruise ship, she paused for a moment, and some kind of inorganic coldness appeared in the emerald pupils.

97 in total.

Is this cruise ship a little too exaggerated?

This number of earth-bound spirits is not an exaggeration to say that they are 'ghost ships'.

The third son stared at the Wheel of Hope for a long time, and then with a "snap", he closed the flip cover of the mobile phone that was about to notify the reception department.

Well, she changed her mind!

The girl swallowed the rest of the ice cream in one gulp, and then the two pointed canines pressed down hard, and with a "click", the ice cream stick in her hand was bitten into two pieces.

Instead of taking away that old man Hyoudou now, it would be better to wait a little longer.

After all, they are not ghosts, they like to pick up other people's lives so much, and stay in this world.

As a considerate hell worker, occasionally I have to satisfy the wishes of the future dead.And this place belongs to the management scope of EU hell, so it shouldn't matter if she is a little bit presumptuous, right?

In addition, there are a few black-haired and black-eyed dead people who look a little strange, and they really need to investigate.

good!The next step is to find a way to sneak in.

The red-haired girl lightly jumped onto the high places around her, with her palms across her forehead, looking for an opportunity to take advantage of.

People coming and going at the dock, the servants seeing off, and the crew carrying the goods made this place as lively as a market.Logically speaking, such an eye-catching appearance and actions of the third son should attract a lot of attention.

However, the strange thing is that the passers-by talked and said goodbye as if they couldn't see the red-haired girl.Only some people with good inspiration felt something wrong halfway and looked up.

After seeing that the top of the container was indeed empty and there was no one at all, he rubbed his eyes with a strange expression, muttered a few words and walked away.

Well... this one won't work, that one is too conspicuous.

Rich people are really troublesome, and it is not impossible to sneak in directly, but without 'identity', it is easy to attract the vigilance of the group of earthbound spirits.

In the midst of distress, the third son heard the roar of a huge ship coming from a distance.

According to the information provided in Dazai Boy's profile, the cruise ship set sail at [-]:[-].This is the first prepared whistle, which is intended to urge the guests to board the ship as soon as possible. Soon, the escorting crew will close the gate.

Well, if there is really no other way...

The third son glanced at a group of "Trial Braves" in the shadows at the back of the pier. Just as she was about to randomly pick a lucky one to join in instead of him, the girl's sensitive ears moved, and a sound of cursing mixed with sobbing followed. The sea breeze reached Sanzi's ears.

……

"Do you want to die! How dare you change your mind temporarily? Do you know how much effort I have spent for this opportunity? How many relationships have been dredged?!"

"But... I heard that after many sisters went up, they never came down again. Director, please do me a favor, I... I don't want to go, I don't want money or anything, let me go home woohoo ..."

The red-haired ghost messenger followed the sound and found the source of the quarrel in a hidden alley.

It's a young woman and a middle-aged man with a beer belly.

The young woman seemed to be very resistant to the subsequent arrangements. When talking to the man, she kept crying and begging, occasionally leaking words such as "wheel of hope" and "curse".

Wheel of Hope?

oh!Isn't this just dozing off and sending a pillow? !

Sanzi's eyes lit up, knowing that he had found a way to sneak in.

"Shut up! Whoever told you, it's all nonsense rumors!"

When the man called "Director" heard the woman's words, his expression changed drastically, showing a mixture of anger and fear.

He turned his head and looked around, and after making sure that there was no third person around, he approached the woman, lowered his voice, half persuading, half threatening,

"Where is the ghost curse in broad daylight? Isn't it okay to have so many rich people on it? Listen to me, it's just a matter of serving a plate and passing a drink. What if you are lucky enough to climb up to some big man? ?”

"I heard that there are a lot of people who have been taken advantage of on the ship this time! You don't think about yourself, you have to think about your family, right?"

The bald executive used this argument to trick many innocent girls into going up, and it was easy to come by.

Don't blame him, the number of people has been fixed, if there is one less at this critical moment, he will die.

A hint of cruelty flashed across the man's cloudy eyes.

Unfortunately, this time he was doomed to overturn in the gutter.

The persuaded young woman kept shaking her head, crying intermittently and saying,

"Money, money, I will think of other ways to pay back... The bonus and scholarship will arrive soon, supervisor, please, I will die, that cruise ship is cursed! It is really going to die!"

Tsk, stubborn.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes fiercely, and just as he was about to force his hand, a white and tender hand stretched out from behind and patted his shoulder lightly,

"Hey, uncle, I heard that you are short of people, what do you think of me?"

The third son bent his eyes and showed a dazzling smile to the man who turned his head.