The lover that gravity makes is wrong

As for the meaning of "the predecessor of the wheel of hope" and "the history of another time and space", the third son did not elaborate.

It was only when Central Plains asked suspiciously, the red-haired girl touched her chin, took out an old-fashioned pocket watch from her bosom to check the time, and said mysteriously,

"Well, anyway, that time is coming, and Mr. Zhongyuan will know when the time comes."

"Tsk." Zhong Yuan clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

It doesn't feel good to be deliberately whetted.

The ochre-haired boy folded his arms around his chest, staring at the third son with penetrating cobalt blue pupils for a moment, then suddenly said,

"I said you - actually did it on purpose, right?"

"Deliberately propose to stay overnight in my room, and disclose this information to me, what do you want?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought for a while, and quickly came up with the answer. He fixed his eyes on the third son's face like a nail, and said slowly,

"—To show that 'Houdou Kazun' is no longer purely a conflict in the present world, but a matter of the underworld... Are you using this method to prevent the possibility of me making a move?"

In the quiet bedroom, the ocher-haired boy's tone of voice was so calm that he couldn't hear any emotions, scattered in the air, inexplicably tinged with a icy chill.

"Hey, you found out."

The third son, who thought his plan had been dismantled, didn't even struggle, and quite straightforwardly admitted the conjecture that Nakahara Chuya said.

That overly hearty attitude made PortMafia's gravity choke slightly, giving him a sense of frustration as if his fist was hitting the cotton.

"But, Mr. Zhongyuan, you are wrong about one thing!"

The red-haired ghost girl straightened up, changing from sitting cross-legged on the carpet to kneeling, and then she leaned forward, actively shortening the distance between the two.

In the room shrouded in darkness, the moonlight outside the deck was the only source of light.

The bright moonlight climbed in from the French windows of the balcony, shining on the sofa between the third son and Nakahara Nakaya, reflecting the girl's sincere eyes at the moment.

The third son stared at Nakahara Chuya's eyes and said seriously,

"About my previous premise, 'I stayed here to protect Teacher Zhongyuan', I am not lying!"

After all, if it's just to disclose information, it can be done at any time.But tonight, she has to sit at Teacher Zhongyuan's place, only in this way, those resentful spirits will bypass here.

The red-haired girl nervously looked at her friend's expressionless face. When she was thinking about how to explain the "small group of resentful spirits" on this ship, she suddenly saw the corner of the mouth of the red-haired boy in front of her lift up, as if showing a very serious expression. A light but quite genuine smile.

It was a gentleness that was completely opposite to the usual sharp and unruly demeanor of the red-haired boy.

Just like the clear spring water glowing with sapphire blue under the moonlight, as long as you stretch out your hand at this moment, you can easily touch the person 'Zhongyuan Zhongye', the most real place in his heart.

The third son opened his eyes wide in surprise, but before she could take a closer look, a palm wearing a black glove suddenly stretched out and pressed it firmly on the top of her head, blocking the girl's sight of inquiry.

At the same time, Zhong Yuanzhong's voice, which was also soaked in laughter, whispered in Sanzi's ear,

"Really - of course I know this kind of thing, otherwise how could I..."

The ochre-haired boy's voice became smaller and smaller, and at the end, it was almost like an unconscious whisper in his mouth, making the third son unable to hear his words clearly for a while.

kindness?What could it be?

The red-haired girl pulled off the disturbed palms on her head, and looked up at Chuya Nakahara's face.

However, he found that the other party had already withdrawn his hand one step earlier, and the palm of his hand was covering his lips, covering most of his face.

When the third son looked over, a certain gravitational force even shifted his eyes slyly and stared elsewhere.

It's just that he didn't meet the eager little eyes of Shang Sanzi, and deliberately made the girl unable to see through her own thoughts at this time.

"Eh? Teacher Zhongyuan! So what is the second half of the sentence? It's a shame to leave half of the sentence!"

The red-haired girl yelled without giving up.

"No-tell-tell-you-!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also elongated his voice in a rare good mood, and his teasing and mischievous expression was unexpectedly in line with the spirit of a boy of his age.

He narrowed his cobalt blue eyes slightly, and countered with a smile: "You also have a taste of being shut down and not getting an answer, idiot."

Third son: "..."

During the long silence, the third son spoke with a serious expression.

"Teacher Zhongyuan."

"doing what?"

The red-haired girl puffed her face and whispered depressedly: "Has anyone ever said that you are actually quite mean-spirited?"

Nakahara Chuya curled up the corners of his lips, with a flamboyant smile on his face, "Ah, about this, you guys are also each other."

Leaving aside these two dull primary school chickens of different breeds.

As the night on the sea faded, when the pointer on the wall reached the eighth position, Zhong Yuanzhong also appeared in the restaurant on the fifth floor of the cruise ship with his third son in a dignified dress.

Different from the meaningful gaze cast by the acquaintance yesterday, Zhong Yuanzhong also found that this time, whether it was the rich businessman and lady sitting on the chair eating, or the waiter carrying the drink, there was a touch of blue under his eyes, Looks like he's sleep deprived.

The most important thing is that many self-proclaimed high-class people who pay attention to etiquette usually don't even notice that they have used the wrong silver tableware, and their faces are full of absent-minded expressions.

This gloomy atmosphere filled the restaurant, which was supposed to be talking and laughing quietly, with a sense of tension visible to the naked eye.

Except for the violin band playing music on the stage, there was no sound of conversation in the huge restaurant.

Nakahara Chuya paused, and turned to look at the third son beside him.

——Is this the timing you said?

The ochre-haired boy raised his eyebrows.

Hey, guess what?

The third son, who received the gaze of the people around him, smiled without saying a word, turned his face sideways as if in return, and winked his right eye playfully at Zhongyuan Zhongye.

Zhong Yuanzhong also chuckled, and when he was about to speak, suddenly, a shrill scream came from the corridor leading to the guest room, breaking the gloomy atmosphere in the restaurant.

"Blood! So much blood! Corpses, dead people—!!!"

A waiter in a concierge uniform staggered down the corridor screaming at the top of his lungs.

Out of some survival instinct, he subconsciously rushed to the side of his third son and Nakahara Chuya who were closest to him.

Then the waiter sat down on the ground with limp legs, pointing with trembling fingers in the direction of the first room, which is the closest to the restaurant, and couldn't squeeze out a complete sentence for a long time.

Zhong Yuan's eyes were fixed, and he and his third son strode towards the guest room immediately.

The rest of the people who were dining in the restaurant looked at each other in blank dismay, but in the end they couldn't overcome the uneasiness in their hearts. They put down the tableware, got up one after another, and followed Sanzi and Nakahara Nakaya.

The door of the guest room was open, and the furniture inside the door seemed to have been baptized by a terrible storm, and there were scattered debris everywhere.

However, this is not the most noticeable place.

As soon as Zhongyuan Zhongye reached the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

This smell almost stained the air in the room with the smell of rust. It is easy to think of how much blood a person must bleed to achieve such an effect.

And in the living room filled with blood, the place with the strongest smell——

Nakahara Chuya glanced roughly at the chaotic room, and turned his gaze towards the bathroom.

At this moment, the door of the bathroom was ajar, and the strong smell of blood came from there.

"Third son, get behind me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said in a deep voice, and then took a girly step, walked to the door of the bathroom, and slowly pushed open the concealed French door.

squeak-

With a very light door hinge sound, the moment the door was pushed open, a hellish scene suddenly jumped into the eyes of the red-haired boy.

Even Nakahara Chuya, who is a quasi-cadre of Mafia, couldn't help being stunned for a second when he saw the murder scene in front of him.

In the washroom where the four walls were covered with blood, the VIP in the VIP room was kneeling on the ground with limp hands and feet. This middle-aged man was naked, and his body was covered with bloody wounds cut by knives.

The mortal wound was in the throat, and the weapon—

It was his own bloody nails.

It looked as though he had literally slit his own throat and suffocated to death.

And the most weird thing is that at this time, the dead man's wounded neck was still wrapped with a hemp-like rope, without dignity, like a human sheep, with his eyes open in horror, he died in the dirty toilet side.

...This is not a scene suitable for girls to watch.

The first second he came back to his senses, Zhong Yuanzhong hurriedly turned his head, subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to cover the third son's eyes.

Unexpectedly, a certain ghost girl had already walked to the side of a certain cadre when he was startled.

After casually glanced at the terrible crime scene, she looked away in disinterest.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Forgot, this guy is a real ghost.

To her, a scene of this level is at the level of pediatrics, and it is still the kind that cannot be included in a textbook.

Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at the red-haired girl who walked aside boredly, and suddenly remembered: "Sir, are you not collecting materials this time?"

In the impression of the red-haired boy, at this moment, the red-haired ghost should have taken out a small sketch book from some magical pocket at this moment, squatting beside him with glowing eyes to write and draw.

Unexpectedly, the third son just waved his hand casually and said, "Ah, this is unnecessary."

"because……"

Before the red-haired girl could finish her explanation, two women's horrified screams sounded again, interrupting their conversation.

Sanzi and Zhong Yuanzhong also turned their heads, and it was the group of tourists in the restaurant who followed.

The one screaming was a well-dressed lady with a pearl necklace around her neck.

Probably because she was suddenly shocked by the terrifying scene in front of her. At this time, she had already covered her forehead, rolled her eyes, and fainted weakly in the arms of her male companion beside her.

"Ai, Mrs. Alina!"

The young male companion anxiously supported the lady.

At the same time, the rest of the tourists also turned pale and showed varying degrees of nausea.

For some reason, Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the guest, holding his forehead weakly, the woman who leaned on her male companion for a moment, then turned her head and glanced at the energetic and unaffected red-haired girl beside her.

The third son cast a puzzled look: "What's wrong? Teacher Zhongyuan?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also shook his head calmly and complicatedly: "It's nothing, it's fine if you do this, it saves trouble."

"?"

The red-haired girl tilted her head, and a big question mark appeared on her head.

Zhongyuan Zhong also coughed and was about to change the subject when he suddenly realized that something was wrong and reacted quickly.

"No! There were two screams just now!"

One was the fainting dame in the room they were in, and where did the other come from?

The third son and Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at each other in blank dismay.

But soon, they got the answer.

"Corpse! Dead man! Dead man——!"

Accompanied by a scream in a familiar pattern, the third son and Zhong Yuan Zhong also walked out of the guest room separated from the crowd.

A glamorous woman still wearing a nightgown crawled out of the third guest room in embarrassment, pointing at the door in panic and shouting.

"So, the second one?" Zhong Yuan also had a strange expression.

"No, Teacher Zhongyuan."

The red-haired girl who answered shook her head, pointed at the remaining three strangely quiet guest rooms, and said,

"It's the third, the fourth, the fifth."

"what?"

Nakahara Chuya was really shocked now.

As if to prove what the third son said was true, not long after her words fell, she heard different screams from the remaining three guest rooms, and then several familiar people rushed out in shock. screen.

real or fake? !Five dead at once? !

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and forgot to speak for a moment.

At the same time, the people hiding behind Sanzi and Zhongyuan Zhongye also fell into blank daze.

For a moment, the entire corridor of the guest room was silent.

But this silence is only temporary.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Soon, in the fourth second, the faces of everyone who finally recovered from their horror turned pale.

Like a starting gunshot, there was a "hum", and a huge discussion suddenly broke out.

Among them, several wealthy businessmen who were frightened out of their wits even screamed and roared uncontrollably.

"Curse! This is the curse of the undead——!!!"

"Back, they really are back! Get off the ship! This ship will sink!"

"The dream last night was real! This ship is cursed and will sink soon!"

curse?them?Dream?

The three key words were also keenly extracted by Zhong Yuan.

This time, he finally understood what the "time" meant by a certain ghost girl said.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at Sanzi questioningly, and then got a big smile from the girl who didn't deny it.

The content of the screams of these rich businessmen was like a death knell, knocking hard on the ears of the panicked crowd. In an instant, all kinds of horrified questioning voices came and went.

"What??? You had that dream too!"

"Honey! Let's get off the boat! Unlucky, what's the 'Wheel of Hope', this is simply the 'Wheel of Destruction'!"

……

…………

Panicked arguments erupted everywhere, and when the scene became more and more out of control, a firm voice sounded from outside the crowd——

"This is not a curse. Obviously, this is an extremely cruel serial killing."

This sudden conclusion stunned everyone present.

On the contrary, both Sanzi and Zhongyuan Zhong also showed the unexpected expression of "meeting an old friend in a foreign land".

This voice, this tone——

Sure enough, in the next second, two figures, one tall and one short, separated from the crowd and appeared in front of Sanzi and Zhongyuan Zhongye.

The taller one wears his signature big square glasses and has dark hair and a beard.

As for the short one, he was wearing a tuxedo, with long brown curly hair elegantly rolled up and combed behind his head, revealing a face that movie fans all over the world yearn for day and night.

Very good, it really is an acquaintance.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought silently.

On the other side, the third son had already raised his hand happily, and greeted the man loudly: "Hey, we meet again, novelist Kudo!"

Yusaku Kudo, who just saw the third son: "..."

Mr. Kudo Yusaku, a so-called world-famous mystery novelist, stared at the red-haired ghost for a while in silence, then suddenly turned his head and said to his curious wife,

"Youxizi, when the case is resolved, let's get off the ship as soon as possible. The curse is real."

Kudo Yukiko with a puzzled look: "...Ananda???"