The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Of course, killing is impossible.

A red-haired ghost is so sweet and cute, does PortMafia's young and promising gravity make the boy willing to do it?

——No, not only was he reluctant, but he also gritted his teeth and continued to press the corners of the girl's skirt with supernatural powers to avoid another gust of sea breeze.

Speaking of which, what kind of cheongsam is that?The steps are a little bigger, isn't it all seen from the side!

Not to mention that when walking, the hem will sway into the middle because of the steps...

Ahhh!Stop thinking about it, Nakahara Chuya!

The ocher-haired boy lowered the brim of his hat with a broken face, hiding his blushing face that was about to smoke into the shadows.

It is very strange, as a quasi-cadre of Hong Kong? Black, Nakahara also believes that he has seen enough of this level. He even experienced a lot of related counter-training when he was training under Koyo Ozaki, a cadre of the intelligence department.

It is obviously a commonplace thing, but on this idiot——

Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at the third son, he was breathless when he met the girl's pupils, he didn't dare to stay for a second, and quickly looked away.

——Then with a dark face, he began to take off the long suit jacket on his body.

Two steps away, the third son was seriously thinking about where to find a roll of paper and a change of clothes for his friend who accidentally pulled the [beep], when suddenly he moved out of the corner of his eye, and the sound of clothes rubbing followed.

What? ?This, this is—? !

The third son turned pale with fright, turned sideways to avoid sight,

"That teacher Zhongyuan! Calm down, don't give up on yourself! You soak in the water first, and I, I will borrow clothes for you... Ugh!"

Before he finished speaking, Sanzi felt the light above her head dim, and a long black coat was thrown over her head, covering her head accurately.

"Shut up, idiot, say one more word, and I'll let you soak in the sea!"

Under the double impact of the anger of being misunderstood and the inexplicable flustered heartbeat, PortMafia, who experienced ups and downs comparable to a tsunami and earthquake, once again showed amazing adaptability——

It's just a threatening sentence like this.

By the way, he reminded me like an old father: "Also, put on your coat...button it all!"

Well, this is already the second time.

So, does Mr. Zhongyuan have any quirks about dressing girls up?

The third son looked at the long coat in his hand and hesitated to speak.

As a ghost messenger with a tolerant mind like the sea, the third son certainly doesn't mind the little eccentricities of his friends, but before that——

The red-haired girl stared at the black tire solemnly for a moment, then brought it slightly to the tip of her nose, and sniffed it carefully.

There is no strange smell, only the clear smell of men's perfume, and a very faint smell of gunpowder smoke.

"What are you confirming?"

The ochre-haired boy asked back in a tone of ice.

[Confirm, Mr. Zhongyuan, if you have pulled your pants down! 】

The third son answered quickly in his heart.

However, the reality is that a certain red-haired girl just opened her mouth, then swallowed the words that came to her mouth with a thud.

There is no way, Mr. Zhongyuan's expression is too scary now!

Listening to the calm tone, but in fact, the face is already black enough to drip ink.

Coupled with the cobalt blue eyes that are silent and threatening, the words "If you dare to talk nonsense, you will sink into the sea" are almost hanging on your face.

Third son: ... Terrible!

"Nothing, haha, hahaha!"

The third son shivered on the spot, and wrapped up the coat given by Zhongye Zhongyuan with great desire to survive.

Then, under the sign of the other party's death eyes, he obediently buttoned up the button to the highest point, so tight that he didn't even show his neck.

good.

A gravity-satisfied teenager nodded.

Seeing that the disturbing maid outfit was blocked by the large black coat, Nakahara also withdrew the gravity with confidence.

He walked up to the third son, and after turning up the collar of his coat, he asked,

"Do you know where this is? Just be bold enough to sneak in here?"

After he finished speaking, a flash of light flashed in the mind of the red-haired boy, thinking of a possibility,

"Are you looking for that 'Life Thief'?"

The third son tugged at the collar of his chin, and hesitated to speak.

But after being slapped away by the other party twice in a row, the girl resolutely gave up the useless struggle and chose to concentrate on answering Nakahara Chuya's guess.

"Well, that was the plan at the beginning, but—"

As the red-haired girl said, she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her suit, raised her head and gave Zhong Yuanzhong a troublesome smile,

"I changed my mind, just let that old man Hyoudou go, it really is too cheap for him."

Old Man Hyoudou...

Zhong Yuanzhong also realized the true identity of the so-called "Life Thief" almost immediately.

At first I thought it was that idiot named Osamu Fujii.

But now think about his last words before he died—'You said that as long as I cooperate with you...', plus the rumors that the chairman of the God Love Group killed many ambitious lieutenants—

Although it is really hot to be calculated, but for the time being, he cannot be moved.

"What are you going to do?" Nakahara Nakaya's eyes were sharp.

"Let's talk about the ugly things first. That old man is an important tool for us. At least until he signs it, nothing will happen."

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhongyuan, I won't do anything."

The third son touched his chin, a vague smile appeared on his lips, as if he had seen the end, his words carried established power,

"Ever heard the 'Rolling Stones' story?"

"When the rock starts rolling down the hill, it just gets faster and faster, and it never stops on its own until it hits the low end."

"Mr. Zhongyuan, the rolling stone has already started, I just need to wait for the final result."

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the third son and said nothing, a subtle and tense atmosphere spread in the air.

The third son didn't care about this change, but seemed to think of something suddenly, and raised his fingers and said seriously to the red-haired boy,

"It's Mr. Zhongyuan, you are the one, absolutely don't get in the way, and take action secretly! This is fair competition!"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also stared at the third son expressionlessly, and when the latter suspected that Teacher Zhong Yuan was about to start a violent attack and beat her up first, the young Gravitator suddenly let out a "chi" and laughed.

At the same time, he raised his hand unceremoniously, kneading the girl's carefully arranged hairstyle into a chicken coop,

"It's still 'fair competition', do you think we are playing a game, how about making me feel a little nervous, idiot!"

"Wow! Mr. Zhongyuan, the agreed 'no shot'! Even if you hit the ghost's head, you can't!"

The red-haired girl frantically covered her head, but unfortunately she still lost the opportunity.

"Woohoo, it's too much! It's rare that the bartender sister gave me a beautiful hairstyle."

The third son fixed his hair facing the reflection on the sea with a broken heart.

With a coat like a sack and a hairy head like a chicken coop, the girl's unsightly and unpredictable image was completely shattered a few minutes ago.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised the corners of his mouth silently, seeing a red-haired girl who was concentrating on suppressing her hair was about to turn over the railing, Zhongyuan Zhong also took advantage of the situation to help Sanzi's shoulders and led her in his direction.

"Okay, time is not running, don't stand here."

After the ochre-haired boy finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the west-moving sun, and after a second of abrupt silence, he cleared his throat and pretended to ask unintentionally,

"Speaking of which—do you have a guest room on this cruise ship?"

He had just finished asking, and before the third son responded, he seemed anxious and added the second half of the sentence,

"That kind of dangerous lounge is not counted, it's too unsafe."

Yes!lounge!

Sanzi paused for arranging his hair, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

On the other side, the young Gravity made a brief psychological struggle and said with determination,

"Hey, if you don't mind, I can arrange one for you..."

"Teacher Zhongyuan!"

The girl on the red side suddenly made a sound, interrupting Zhongya Zhongyuan's words.

Nakahara Chuya: "Huh?"

do what?Suddenly so loud.

While the red-haired boy was wondering, he saw the third son suddenly took a step towards him, held his palm solemnly with both hands, opened his beautiful crystal eyes, and said seriously,

"Please let me go to your room tonight, Teacher Zhongyuan!"

Nakahara Chuya: "!!!"

"What are you, what are you, come to the room—! Girls are not allowed to say such words!"

The ocher-haired boy's face turned red all of a sudden, and he tilted his head back as if his hair had exploded, pulling away from the too close distance with the third son.

But what's interesting is that even if the incoherent speech reaches this point, from the beginning to the end, the gravity of a certain lecturer made the young man never think about pulling his hand from the palm of the third son, and just let the young girl hold it stiffly.

Facing his friend's exaggerated reaction, the third son blinked his eyes in doubt, and then showed a subtle look in his eyes as if he had come to his senses.

"Mr. Zhongyuan...your thoughts are so pure."

Impure...!

Zhong Yuanzhong was also so angry that he took a breath, raised his other hand mercilessly, and knocked on the back of the girl's head,

"—whose fault is this!"

"If you say something like this to misunderstand men, you should reflect on it for me too!"

"Well, obviously what I said is the truth...It hurts!"

The third son grumbled and let go of Nakahara Chuya's hand. While touching the back of his head that was throbbing, he raised his foot subconsciously and followed the footsteps of the red-haired boy.

The sun that was gradually moving westward shone on the backs of the two young teenagers. At this moment, the two who were bickering obviously forgot something more important, and strangely acquiesced to the arrangement of "ghost messengers staying overnight in the gravity room".

Sanzi and Zhong Yuanzhong also passed through the deck. When they re-entered the cruise ship and appeared under the eyes of everyone, the red-haired girl and the gravity user silently closed their mouths.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a cold expression on his face, and the third son lowered his head slightly and walked beside the red-haired Gravitator.

The standard mafia and lover's posture, the passing colleagues just glanced at it, and then looked away as usual.

On the other hand, when he ran into Kentaro Yamamoto of the Inukane Team, this bold old-fashioned yakuza elder brother smiled and patted Chuya Nakahara on the back, winked at him, and looked like they knew each other.

At first the red-haired boy didn't react, until the two returned to the VIP room,

The heavy door was automatically locked with a click as Zhongyuan Zhongya closed the door.

"Well, it's not easy being a mafia, you have to always pay attention to your image."

The third son turned his back to Nakahara Chuya, raised his arms and stretched his waist long. The knee-length black skirt was slightly lifted up by the girl's movements, and the snow-white thigh skin hidden under the coat flashed briefly.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The red-haired boy who came back to his senses leaned against the door, raised his palms tremblingly, and covered his face.

Very good, he finally knew what the eyes of those people meant.

Ask a question, a high-level Mafia is accompanied by a girl with outstanding appearance.

The two behaved intimately, and the teenage girl was even wrapped in a coat that had apparently been ripped off from the Mafia.

What do you think of?

—No, you can't think of anything!

Some brown-haired mafia villain grimly raised his foot, smacked, and crushed his other cranky, flushed self to the ground.

"Cough cough!"

As if wanting to dispel some inexplicable atmosphere in the room, Nakahara Zhong also coughed hard twice.

The ochre-haired mafia walked to the bar, just about to reach out to touch the sober red wine, but when he realized something, he glanced at the red-haired girl who was looking at him curiously, his arm abruptly turned, and landed on the armrest of the refrigerator next to him .

"What do you want to drink, juice or water?" Zhongya Nakahara asked.

The third son's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he raised his arms excitedly, "I want the legendary Long Island iced tea! The kind with a small umbrella next to the cup!"

She has long wanted to try the wine that everyone said.

It's a pity that when I was in hell, no matter it was my father or King Yan Mo, they always fooled her with carbonated drinks.

She wasn't even allowed to touch the most basic pineapple beer.

... a bunch of guys with double standards!

Hmph, this time, she will take the opportunity to drink her fill!

The red-haired girl rubbed her hands excitedly, staring at Chuya Nakahara next to the refrigerator with bright eyes.

It's a pity that she forgot that from a certain point of view, the gravitational force in front of her is also an excellent "double standard".

"long Island Ice Tea?"

Under the expectant eyes of the third son, Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at the girl unexpectedly, then nodded clearly and said,

"Okay, then drink water."

Of course, in order to show that he considered Sanzi's opinion, Zhongyuan Zhong also took a clean toothpick from the kitchen after pouring the water, broke it into two pieces with one hand, and hung it obliquely on the rim of the glass with gravity, Pass it to the third son.

"Here, you want Long Island iced tea with a small paper umbrella."

Third son: "..."

The red-haired girl looked down at the miserable white water in the glass, and the fragile half toothpick beside her that was about to fall out, and fell into a long silence.

why?

Why did she suddenly have the feeling of being perfunctory?

The third son of the ghost messenger executive officer under the king of Hell Hades, cast a condemning look at the extreme gravity envoy.

Zhongyuan Zhong also ignored the disappointed gaze behind him, poured himself a glass of bourbon, and leaned against the bar.

He stretched out his right hand wearing a black glove, his slender fingers were slightly bent, and his knuckles tapped on the bar surface, making a sound.

"Tell me? You asked to come to my place for the night. There must be an important reason, right?"

That's right, that's why Zhongyuan Zhong also agreed.

After the initial panic, the red-haired boy quickly realized that the red-haired ghost has never been abrupt.

Rather than pinning her hopes on her sudden enlightenment of her love brain, Nakahara Zhong also believes that the third son should have other plans and considerations.

...Wait, why did he use words like 'hope' and 'enlightenment'.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also slightly taken aback by the thoughts in his head, before he could think about it, the third son's words came from across the table, interrupting his thoughts.

"Well, there is indeed something."

The red-haired girl stared angrily at the mineral water in front of her for a while, then raised the cup and drank half of it in one gulp, before saying seriously,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, I did this because I wanted to protect you!"

Zhong Yuan was also stunned, and then pointed at himself funny: "Protection? Who? Me?"

Well, it's a good one to ask three times, which fully reflects the disdain of PortMafia's force ceiling.

Facing the silent ridicule from his friend, the third son was not angry, but nodded in understanding and said,

"Well, I forgot, Mr. Zhongyuan can't see it now."

"Ah? What can't be seen, what are you trying to tell from just now?"

"Well--"

The red-haired girl didn't speak out in a hurry, but instead stared at Nakahara Nakaya thoughtfully for a while, and suddenly the corners of her mouth curled up, raising a cute and natural smile,

"Central Plains Teacher Teacher~"

The third son bit down the title of Zhongye Zhongye word by word, and successfully made the latter's eyes stagnate, revealing a trace of uncomfortable expression, and he didn't even notice that his voice was a little weaker.

"What, what are you doing?"

"Ah, didn't I tell Mr. Zhongyuan? There are a lot of incredible 'guests' living on this cruise ship!"

As the red-haired girl said, she quickly stretched out her hand, and when the boy opposite him reacted, she lightly placed her fingers on the wrist that was not covered by the glove, and added kindly,

"Especially—on the ceiling!"

"..."

"..."

As soon as the girl's voice fell, Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that there was a coldness in the room out of thin air like an illusion.

He froze for a second, then slowly raised his head inch by inch, his eyes moved to the ceiling——

Just above the heads of the two of them, a dense row of dead people was hanging upside down. Occasionally, when the air-conditioning in the room blew, they would sway softly collectively.

It looks very much like a crop of leeks in the field.