The lover that gravity makes is wrong

As expected, it was Satoshi Imatake from V509 and his wife Sakurako Imatake.

Zhong Yuanzhong also has an impression of these two people.

They are the tourists who showed hesitation when they disbanded and left not long ago.

It looks like they do know something.

The four people in the room looked at each other. As the hostess, Kudo Yukiko let go of the third son's arm, and led the Imatake couple into the room, and greeted them to sit down.

"Please."

Two cups of steaming black tea were pushed in front of the Imatake couple.

"...Thank you." Tomo Imatake took the teacup with trembling fingers, and thanked him with a stiff face.

This was not out of hospitality to Yukiko Kudo, or dissatisfaction with the rest of the people present.Rather, now, the more people in this room, the more at ease Imatake Tomo will be.

The rich businessman's face was ugly, it was simply - fear.

He was afraid of the so-called 'Revenge of the Wraith', and he was also afraid of the current scene that looked like an 'interrogation'.

At the same time, Yukiko, who was sitting next to her husband again, found that with the arrival of Imamake and his wife, their seats had also changed.

Originally, Kudo Yusaku and Nakahara were also concentrated on the left side closer to the case table to facilitate discussion of the case;

And myself and Sanzijiang nestled on the sofa on the right, concentrating on touching, coughing, and doing auxiliary work with a clear division of labor.

But now, the location arrangement in the room has become that the four of them are sitting together on the left side, and now Zhu and his wife are sitting alone on the right side of the coffee table.

Neither the Kudo couple nor Nakahara Nakaya and Sanzi are simple characters that can be perfunctory at will.

Therefore, when their eyes are consciously focused on one person, the pressure can be imagined.

"Mr. Imatake, you came to visit with Mrs. Zun specially. You must have important clues to tell us."

Yusaku Kudo said softly.

"I……"

Tomo Imatake swallowed, wanted to speak several times, but closed it hesitantly.

His cheeks trembled unnaturally, and he kept wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief the whole time.

Everyone didn't urge them, but kept silent, staring at the man calmly and clearly.

In the room, the silent pressure continued to increase, and it seemed that even the air became thinner.

Imamtake Tomo's face was pale, and with trembling hands, he vigorously wiped away another cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

In the end, before the man could speak, the wife next to him seemed to be unable to bear it, and twisted her husband's arm hard.

"Up to now, what are you still hesitating about! It's come to this point, so hurry up and say it!"

Imatake Sakura urged with a sharp voice.

It seems that in front of outsiders, he did not save any face for the husband of the head of the family, but thanks to her, the invisible pressure on Tomo Imatake dissipated a little.

It can be seen that this is probably the private relationship between the Imatake and his wife.

As a wife, Sakurako Imatake has a fierce personality, but her friendship of protecting and worrying about her husband cannot be faked.

At least, this fearful and hesitant wealthy businessman, as if he had really learned courage from his wife, took a deep breath and came to his senses.

He pushed away the tea set in front of him, shook his hands, took out a book from his coat, and put it in front of everyone's eyes.

Yusaku Kudo: "This is?"

"Yes, evidence of those 'curses'."

As if recalling the unbearable past in his mind, Tomoku Imatake suddenly clenched his hands lying flat on his knees, and clenched his palms into fists.

Maybe it was because he was too hard, so that when he spoke, his whole body, even his voice, trembled subconsciously.

Sanko, who was sitting among the four, raised her eyes. After staring at Tomo Imatake for a while, she stopped Yusaku Kudo's hand who was about to touch the file folder.

"I'll still come."

The red-haired ghost girl said, stretched out her arms, and pressed her white and slender palms on the black cover of the folder.

From Imataketomo's perspective, he could clearly see that as the red-haired girl's palm kept approaching, the thick black mist that was originally wrapped around the cover screamed and fled away as if meeting a natural enemy.

Before the girl could move, those cursed blacks dissipated by themselves, not daring to stay for even a second.

Seeing this, Imatake Tomo immediately stood up from the sofa excitedly: "You... No, no! You, you are——!!"

"Honey?!"

The husband's abnormal behavior startled Imatake Sakurako, and the woman grabbed the corner of her husband's clothes and pulled it down.

"How rude! Come on! Sit down!"

"Ah..." Imatakechi came back to his senses like waking up from a dream.

He first looked down at his wife who was constantly winking, then he looked at his third son as if asking questions, and sat down slowly under the quiet gaze of the red-haired girl.

The man wiped his face vigorously, as if he had found the backbone, he said slowly and firmly,

"I, I will tell you the whole truth."

At the same time, the red-haired ghost girl also opened the closed folder.

As countless photos and notes were exposed, those rotten and smelly things that were deliberately buried in the dark were also spread out in the sun and appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

****

This cruise ship is called 'Wheel of Hope', but what its owner does has nothing to do with 'Hope'.

In the eyes of outsiders who don't know the inside story, the chairman of the board of directors of Diai Group is generous and warm-hearted. Every year, he spends a large amount of money to invest in children's welfare institutions, hospitals and other charities.

In order to help more desperate people, Hyoudou Kazun even built a cruise ship specially for this purpose.

By means of charitable donations, it attracts high-ranking rich people from all walks of life to join in, saving people from desperate situations, and has gained a lot of praise and brilliant reputation from the society.

Many high-ranking people are proud to have been invited to the 'Wheel of Hope', and they call this act the 'Glory Party'.

And the desperate people naturally regard this cruise ship as their last straw.

...Originally, it should be like this.

"Our Imatake family has slowly made a fortune relying on the material industry in the past few years. It does not belong to the old-fashioned nobles and celebrities. It stands to reason that we are not qualified to be invited, but my father received the "Wheel of Hope" invitation invitation."

"At that time, our whole family was ecstatic, thinking that we could finally take a step towards our dream, but—"

The heir of the Imatake family who was no longer young said, with a bitter expression on his face,

"Thinking about it now, that was actually the beginning of a nightmare."

In the beginning, Tomo Imatake and his father did gain a lot of goodwill and cooperation opportunities on the cruise ship.

Those sincere compliments, champagne as shiny as gold coins, and business contracts that were unimaginable in the past, poured in endlessly to them.

For a while, Imatake and his son were intoxicated by it, and they felt like they were in heaven.

until--

The glory party begins.

in the dim light

The projection projected on the big screen in real time, as well as the hideous duels and struggles of countless low-level people in the screen, are presented one by one in front of Patriarch Imatake.

"This, what is this...?"

At that time, the founder of Jinzhujia asked the people next to him with a pale face.

"Oh, you mean this event?"

The wealthy businessman in a suit and leather shoes next to him laughed and introduced proudly,

"This is the selection on the spot - let this group of low-level civilians gather together, put them through the test, defeat their opponents step by step in the duel, and finally get our mercy and get rid of the shackles of debt."

"What an honor, what a splendor!"

"But, but they look—"

Patriarch Imatake looked hesitantly at the desperate or crazy 'players' on the screen, with faint fear in his eyes.

On the screen, the theme of this selection activity is being staged.

Hundreds of "players" use "rock, scissors, and cloth" poker as a duel prop. Every time they win a person, they can accumulate a star, and if they lose, they will lose one. Of course, they can also decide their own stars. It is the number of chips.

When the game is over, the more chips you hold, the more money you can exchange for.

One star is a billion, and ten...

"Then, what if it fails?" Patriarch Imatake swallowed dully.

"fail?"

The rich man in a suit and leather shoes repeated the words of Patriarch Imatake as if asking rhetorically.

He slowly rolled up the corners of his lips, a clear smile appeared on his lips,

"Of course it's a liability. One star is worth a billion. Isn't that the rule from the beginning?"

Patriarch Imatake: "..."

Probably seeing that the face of the new friend was too ugly, the rich man smiled and patted him on the shoulder, saying,

"It's just a rare charity entertainment, relax. Besides, those lower-level trash, if they want to get our favor, they need to make a little effort, don't they?"

"By the way, we still have a betting session. We can place bets on promising players. Well, the rules are probably similar to 'horse betting'. How about it, do you need me to introduce you to some potential 'horses'?"

Betting?horse?

what does that mean?

However, isn't the person on the screen a real person?

The owner of Imamake felt a little short of breath. Under the smiling eyes of his new friend, he tugged at the corners of his mouth, and it took him a long time to show a difficult smile.

"Thank you, I-I won't—"

However, before he finished speaking, the man next to him nodded his head clearly and said,

"I see. It seems that you need a little help."

Patriarch Jinzhu was taken aback.

help?

no no no!unnecessary--!

Before Patriarch Imatake could stop him, the rich man in a suit and leather shoes had already stood up from the banquet with a wine glass in his hand.

He picked up a small silver spoon and tapped the glass lightly.

Ding ding ding.

The high-frequency percussion produced a crisp sound in the air, attracting the attention of the audience.

When everyone, including President Hyoudou Kazune, looked at him, the man put down the silver spoon and said loudly,

"Everyone, our fresh blood and new friend, Mr. Ichiro Ichiro Imatake, encountered some doubts about betting. Now, let us seniors, give him some encouragement!"

The moment the man's voice fell, Patriarch Imatake noticed that everyone's eyes were smiling.

They looked at him kindly, they clapped their hands kindly, and they cried in unison——

"Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote! Vote!"

One sound, one sound!

Like thunder, it echoed in the ears of Patriarch Imatake.

Among the group of people who looked at him, there were those who enthusiastically exchanged and raised children with him a few minutes ago, those who talked about prospects and plans with him, and...

But at this moment, they were also staring at him together, their gentle gazes were like demons from hell.

Patriarch Imatake trembled all over, his conscience screaming crazily.

But in the end, he cast a vote for one of the contestants with trembling hands amidst the approving and encouraging eyes of the crowd.

The next moment, the audience applauded thunderously.

All the demons were cheering for him, and Patriarch Imatake twitched his lips with an ugly face, becoming a member of the demons.

After that, more and more truths were revealed in front of Patriarch Imatake.

Everyone knows that the winner can take away a large amount of property.

But no one has ever told the head of the Imatake family what will happen to those players who have failed and signed tens of billions of debts——

Where, it's not a big deal.

just some

Small, small, only, punishment.

*****

The third son flipped the folder back, and soon, the result was presented to everyone.

When those familiar death shapes came into view, the pupils of Nakahara Chuya, Kudo Yukiko and Kudo Yusaku shrank uncontrollably.

You Xizi let out a short scream as if she couldn't stand it, covered her mouth, and buried her face in her husband's arms.

Even so, she couldn't help retching, and her thin shoulders kept shaking.

"Don't be afraid, Yuxiko, don't be afraid."

Kudo Yusaku patted his lover on the back every now and then, a wave of shock and anger rose in his usually calm and calm eyes.

In those photos, the fate of the losers is recorded.

The so-called small punishment is naturally decided by the rich people who bet.

Of course, the content of the punishment may be a simple apology from Dogeza, or it may be some more difficult challenges——

E.g.

Zhong Yuanzhong also closed his eyes hard, and the tortured corpses appeared in front of his eyes.

People with ropes tied around their necks, naked like animals, dead by dirty toilets.

Blood vessels and veins throughout the body, people who have injected a lot of expensive red wine.

At the dinner table, people who are alive.

People who hang themselves.

……

…………

"It's a curse."

The current Patriarch of Imatake, Tomoko Imatake said calmly with a pale face,

"From the moment the five corpses appeared, I knew they were coming back for revenge. My father secretly collected these materials, and he gave them to me after he died."

"Why don't you call the police, if you call the police—!"

Kudo Yukiko suddenly raised her head from Kudo Yusaku's arms and asked loudly.

Facing Yukiko's questioning, Imatake Tomo was not angry, but raised his eyelids flatly, looked at Yukiko, and asked calmly,

"Do you think it will be useful?"

Kudo Yukiko was taken aback, and closed her mouth with an ugly face.

"Honey……"

Imatake Sakura gently grabbed the corner of her husband's clothes, trying to persuade her, but her husband, who had always been indecisive in the past, slowly but firmly shook his head.

The man turned his head and looked at the four people on the opposite side, no, to be precise, he should be staring at the red-haired girl among the four people, and said pleadingly,

"My father and I never feel that we are innocent. We know that one day, we will get retribution. But, but my wife, Sakurako, she doesn't know anything, she is innocent..."

"At least, at least please save her."

"please."

Imatake Tomo choked up his voice, slowly bent down, and said with his forehead pressed against the tea table.

The room fell silent, no one spoke, and everyone turned their heads to look at the red-haired girl flipping through the folder.

Imatake Sakurako knelt beside her husband, covering her mouth and weeping silently.

"Snapped."

When the file folder turned to the last page, the third son closed it with his backhand, and the thick black seals touched together, making a heavy dull sound.

The red-haired girl lowered her eyes, looked at the man with his forehead on the tea table, and opened her mouth to ask,

"Your wife, haven't you enjoyed the good life brought by the Imatake family?"

Sanzi's words were very light, but they hit Imatake's head like a ten-ton hammer.

Imataketomo shuddered like an electric shock, and clenched his hands tightly.

"Your son, hasn't he enjoyed the wealth brought by the Imatake family?"

"Your daughter, haven't you enjoyed the convenience brought by Patriarch Imatake?"

The girl's plain questions pierced into Imatake Tomo's heart one after another like sharp swords.

In the end, the man had collapsed and knelt on the ground, his eyes were blank, and he couldn't speak a word.

"……but."

Just when Imatake and his wife were about to fall into despair, the third son said again,

"Judging your sins is the work of the ten kings when they are in the underworld. And when you are alive, you can do whatever you want. I can only tell you one thing—"

"This serial killing, the murderer who did it is a human being."

As for the rest, that is your own business.

"..."

"........."

Humanity?

The man came to his senses.

"This--this is good, this is good..."

Imatake said in a hoarse voice.

He supported his wife and stood up from the ground.

After tidying up his clothes carefully, he and Imatake Sakura bowed in the direction of the third son, and left hand in hand.

With a click, the door of the guest room was closed, and the room was quiet again.

in silence

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked: "Third son, that couple is dying, right?"

Yusaku Kudo and Yukiko Kudo, who were still in shock, were startled at the same time, turned their heads abruptly, and looked at the young girl who was talking in amazement.

As if he didn't expect Zhong Yuan Zhong to think of this level, the third son looked at the red-haired boy in surprise.

She touched her chin thoughtfully, and said ambiguously,

"Who knows."

"However, Mr. Zhongyuan, there is a saying that only people who are about to die will suddenly awaken their inspiration and see things that they can't normally see!"

"Would you like to guess which type Imatake and his wife belong to~"

The red-haired girl raised her index finger and said with a smile.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the girl blankly for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand without warning, like twisting a ball, grabbed Sanzi's fair right cheek, and pulled it out forcefully,

"The great Ghost Commander also come and guess, I can guess or not."

"Huh? It hurts, it hurts—Mr. Zhongyuan!"

The third son bared his teeth and patted Nakahara Chuya's hand, but the other party ruthlessly pinned the dog's head.

Yusaku Kudo: "..."

Kudo Yukiko: "..."

Do you young people feed dog food without considering the occasion?

Yusaku Kudo twitched the corners of his mouth half-moon, and the next moment, his eyes fell on the closed file folder, with a pensive expression on his face.

But thanks to this thing, he probably knows who the murderer is.

He just hoped he could stop them before they made more irreparable mistakes.