The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Night comes faster at sea than on land.

When the evening star was still dragging its long tail and was about to descend on the shore, the dark blue night had already covered the sky above the Wheel of Hope.

It was obviously the time to fall asleep at night, Zhong Yuan was lying on the sofa, but he couldn't fall asleep.

Not far away, Sanzi was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a pencil and not knowing what he was drawing.

Too quiet.

In the huge room, there was no unnecessary sound, only the carbon core of the girl's pencil fell on the sketchbook, making an almost inaudible "rustling" sound.

Of course, this is not the reason why Zhongyuan Zhongye suffered from insomnia.

After all, Gravity, who was born on Radium Bowl Street, has experienced a sleeping environment ten thousand times worse than this.

In the final analysis, it is naturally——

The existence of a certain ghost girl is too obvious!

I don't feel it normally, but when the whole sea falls into silence, the red-haired girl's fine breathing sound is particularly obvious in the bedroom.

Even though there was a distance of several meters, Nakahara Nakaya, who was in the same room with the girl, felt that the other party's aura was infinitely magnified several times.

Like a fluffy dandelion, it landed on his ear, as soft as a feather and could not be ignored.

Gee.

Lying on his side, Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, restraining his thumping, crazily beating heart, he couldn't tell whether it was irritability or someone else turned over.

As a result, as soon as he turned his head, he suddenly met a pair of clear emerald eyes.

"!!!"

It turned out that the red-haired girl who was concentrating on sketching quietly walked over at some point.

At the moment, he was squatting beside the sofa with the drawing in his arms, blinking his eyes at Chuya Zhongyuan.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also shocked, and sat up straight from the sofa, and shouted with a dark face,

"... In the middle of the night, do you make no sound when you walk?"

The third son touched his nose innocently, and said, "I called you before, Teacher Zhongyuan, but you kept frowning bitterly and didn't respond."

"Ah, did I disturb you?"

The red-haired girl glanced at the sketchbook in her arms, and suddenly realized, "Then I'll go to the balcony and stay."

Just finished speaking, the third son got up, and she had just taken two steps, when the palm hanging by her side was grabbed by the red-haired boy,

"Come back—!" Before he had time to think about it, the words in his heart blurted out.

The third son turned his head in doubt: "Teacher Zhongyuan?"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also stunned for a moment, and pretended to be calm, let go of the palm of the girl's wrist, clenched one hand into a fist and put it near his mouth, cleared his throat as if covering up, coughed and said,

"Then what, it has nothing to do with you. I was just... frightened by those dead people on the ceiling!"

"Yes! I was frightened by them!"

The ochre-haired boy said loudly, in order to keep the man, he tried his best and lost his face.

"Is that so..."

I probably didn't expect that my prank would scare my friends so much that I couldn't sleep (?).

The third son scratched his face guiltily, and didn't bring up the idea of ​​going to the balcony. Instead, he stroked his chin, showing a thoughtful expression.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Zhong Yuanzhong also heaved a sigh of relief.

However, before he was completely relieved, the pensive red-haired girl's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had thought of some good idea, she took two steps back, sat cross-legged on the soft carpet, raised her head excitedly Looking at the boy on the sofa,

"I thought of Teacher Zhongyuan!"

"As compensation for scaring you, let me sing you a lullaby!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also showed dissatisfaction instantly: "Huh? You bastard, are you treating me like an underage brat!"

"But Mr. Zhongyuan, according to the neon law, you are a minor!"

The third son sharply pointed out the bitter fact that a certain Hong Kong and black gravity envoy is still a month away.

Zhong Yuanzhong also clicked his tongue: "...tsk."

"Well, there's nothing shameful about listening to lullabies. My dad used to sing them to me when I was little! It works so well, every time I close my eyes tightly and fall asleep quickly caught."

No, the point is not here at all, okay?

Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to refuse, but when he met the expectant and obedient eyes of the red-haired girl, he was strangely unable to say a word 'no'.

"Lie down, lie down, Teacher Zhongyuan, it's about to start!"

The third son patted the sofa urgently, and said with glowing eyes.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Ever since, PortMafia, who was defeated again in the confrontation of eyes, sighed helplessly while holding his forehead, and actually lay down obediently, with his hands folded on his stomach, with a look of "whatever, it doesn't matter." 's peaceful expression.

Hey.

The third son narrowed his eyes contentedly, then solemnly cleared his throat, followed the melody of his childhood, and slowly opened his mouth——

——"What's the sound of creaking? Because this is Mount Kaji! The civet cat walked forward without knowing it, and the rabbit creaked behind it..." (①)

The girl's clear singing voice resounded melodiously in the quiet room.

To be honest, from a professional point of view, the breath is evenly long, the intonation is excellent, and it can be rapped and sung quite well, which is the content of this lullaby...

It's a bit of a stretch.

At first, Zhong Yuanzhong thought it was just a fairy tale to coax children, but the more he listened to it, the more he felt something was wrong.

——“…The civet cat’s boat is a mud boat, and the rabbit’s boat is a wooden boat. They rowed together to the center of the river, and the civet cat drowned, gurgling.” (①)

The melody is simple, and the catchy lullaby is repeated twice before stopping.

After the singing disappeared, the whole room was inexplicably plunged into an arctic cold.

The third son smiled triumphantly and looked at Nakahara Chuya on the sofa: "How about Mr. Zhongyuan? Are you sleepy?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The ochre-haired boy maintained a perfect sleeping position peacefully buried in the earth, only his head slowly turned towards the girl, hesitant to speak and then hesitant, and finally he asked with complicated eyes,

"Third son..."

Third son: "Hmm!"

"Are you sure—you heard this 'lullaby' when you were young, didn't you faint from fright?"

Going around in a circle, isn't this the story of "the rabbit in Kaji Kaji Mountain kills the civet cat"!

Is there really a father who would use this curse-like horror call as a lullaby to lull his children to sleep!

The father of three sons!Even if he is a bachelor, he knows that his daughter is not raised like this!

Zhongyuan Zhongye complained frantically in his heart. At this moment, his thinking reached a subtle agreement with the ghost jailers in hell.

"Huh? I didn't notice that."

The third son was taken aback by the question, and tried to recall his childhood reaction while resting his fingers on his chin.

"Speaking of which, when I heard my father sing, I was really nervous, and kept covering my face with a pillow."

Nakahara Chuya: "Look! Sure enough!"

"but--"

The red-haired girl who recalled her childhood said, and suddenly smiled lightly,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, because of this song at that time, I slept very peacefully! The scary faces of the villagers in the dream turned into the amazing figure of Miss Rabbit teaching the civet cats. I feel very safe!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the soft smile on the corners of the third son's lips, and did not speak for a while.

But soon, he noticed something suspicious in the girl's words: "Third son, what's the matter with the 'scary villager in your dream' you mentioned?"

"Ah, that one."

As if he didn't expect the red-haired boy to ask such a question, the third son opened his eyes wide in surprise, then scratched his face, and said in a normal tone of 'eating bread tomorrow morning',

"Actually, it's nothing. Teacher Zhongyuan, do you still remember that I said that I was a half-ghost clan born from the combination of human beings and will-o'-the-wisps?"

"Ah, I remember."

The brown-haired boy responded, raised his eyes and quickly scanned the position of the third son's ghost horn, which was covered by bangs.

"However, the reason why I became a half-ghost is a bit complicated. To put it simply, the small village where I lived at the time had no rain for several years due to severe drought, and everyone had no food to eat, so I decided to choose a child to sacrifice Ask for rain."

what?

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Children, offering sacrifices, praying for rain.

A short sentence contains enough information.

[Take a child to exchange rainwater, this kind of thing——]

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, an unspeakable anger ignited in his chest, and even his relaxed and soft eyes became fierce.

Probably seeing the hostility in the heart of the red-haired boy, the third son stretched out his hand and patted his friend's arm, comforting him,

"Okay, don't be angry, Mr. Zhongyuan, this kind of thing, in that era, is actually the best choice when there is no other way."

Can this be summed up as 'no way'!

Nakahara Chuya was angry, he wanted to say something, but seeing the red-haired girl didn't care at all, he couldn't get the words out of his mouth, so he sat up with his upper body, stretched out his hand and curled his fingers, Flicked some idiot's forehead.

"It hurts!" The third son exaggeratedly held his forehead and exclaimed in pain.

However, a certain red-haired boy just rolled his eyes angrily and said, "It's too fake, idiot, I didn't use any strength at all."

"Hey hey."

Seeing that the disguise was seen through, the red-haired girl put down her hand with a smile, without any sign of guilt.

"But Mr. Zhongyuan, there is actually a very important blind spot here!"

The third son suddenly said energetically.

Zhong Yuan raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"Hmph, that's—"

The red-haired girl acted like a trickster, with her arms crossed in front of her chest, posing as a great big shot, and announced in a loud voice,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, judging from the age, I am more than 400 years older than you! Hehe, let's call 'Sister Sanzi' to hear how it goes."

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a cold face: "Oh, it's amazing, over 400 years old."

The red-haired boy looked at the girl's 17-year-old appearance expressionlessly, without any fluctuations in his heart, and even raised his hand again, snapping his fingers at the forehead of a five-hundred-year-old ghost.

"Wow! Teacher Zhongyuan, I'm angry!"

The third son covered his forehead and shouted angrily.

Oh, then you are angry.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought emotionlessly.

400 years old?I think you are four years old at most.

Thinking of this, the red-haired boy flicked his fingers at the red-haired girl's smooth forehead again.

The sound of "snap" was crisp and loud.

hateful!It is tolerable or unbearable!

She is the first ghost officer under the king of Hades, but she has dignity!

The eyes of the third son became sharp instantly, and she subconsciously put her hand into her sleeve, and before she could grab the weapon, she heard a "click", and the sketch book she was holding in her arms fell down, and it happened to be spread out on the ground. The page that the girl sketched not long ago.

"This is?"

Nakahara Chuya's eyes fell on the sketchbook, and his eyes paused slightly.

I always feel that the vermilion building on the paper looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it.

On the open sketchbook, Sanzi sketched a majestic building.

Brick-red glazed tiles, high cornices on both sides like the wings of a bird, and a red palace wall over several meters long at the bottom, and a golden-red emblem with ears of corn and a sickle hanging in the center of the high place that looks like a door.

Just a glance, you can feel the majesty and weight of this building.

"This is what I said, the hometown of those 'unbelievable' guests!" Sanzi said.

"'guest'?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also heard the words, and pointed to the ceiling, "The ones hanging upside down?"

"No."

Unexpectedly, the third son shook his head and said with a smile,

"It's not them, those few, but respectable, truly remarkable heroes."

Zhong Yuanzhong also showed doubts. Before he could continue to say anything, he saw that the third son seemed to have sensed something. She looked sideways at the direction of the deck outside the floor-to-ceiling windows as if aware of something.

Then he turned his head, gently held Nakahara Chuya's little finger with his left hand, and raised his index finger in front of his lips with the other hand, making a quiet gesture,

"Hush, be quiet, Teacher Zhongyuan, they are here."

Sanzi's words were like the starting gun.

The moment the voice fell, Zhongyuan Zhong also saw outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the dark night seemed to be lit up, and a dazzling light bloomed. In this vision invisible to ordinary people, a neat team appeared on the sea level .

They couldn't see their faces clearly, but each of them was wearing an old military uniform, standing like a javelin, with hair neatly on their hands, as if they were about to confront something.

Soon, the Central Plains also discovered that the 'villain' they were fighting against had arrived.

It was a well-equipped fleet.

The faces of the people on board have long been rotten and cannot be seen clearly, but the weapons in their hands and the fire and cannon they fired are still hard to resist.

At the same time, bursts of wailing sounded above their heads.

It's the dead on the ceiling.

They changed from the quietness not long ago, and they huddled together either sobbing or wiping their tears, but the pairs of black pupils on their pale faces were still inseparable, staring closely at him in a guarding gesture, with their backs to him. Team of 'Wheels of Hope'.

【——! 】

【——! 】

Zhong Yuanzhong also saw that the face of the general headed by the team was covered with blood, but he still held his weapon and shouted something with firm eyes.

Flames, roars, guns and cannons.

At that moment, the red-haired boy seemed to hear the trembling sound of the entire sea area.

Under the boldness of the strange team that does not belong to thousands of horses, it trembles with fear.

"...Third son, is that—what?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the scene outside the deck and asked in a daze.

"It's history."

The voice of the red-haired ghost pierced through the invisible battlefield and reached the ears of Chuya Zhongyuan,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, what is in front of you is an important history called 'Guardian' that was left behind from another time and space before this ship was transformed into the 'Wheel of Hope'."