The lover that gravity makes is wrong

The moment he saw the contents of the note clearly, a flash of inspiration flashed through Kudo Yusaku's mind like lightning.

At this moment, the black-haired novelist finally solved the last puzzle.

The red-haired girl was right, at this moment, it is meaningless to stop the 'Ghost Avengers' on board.

If you don't want to involve more innocent people, evacuating the tourists at the bottom is the real thing to do at this time.

"I think it's too simple."

Yusaku Kudo handed the note to Nakahara Chuya, his eyes sighed and sad,

"They hate the fifth-floor guests and Hyoudou Kazun, but at the same time, how can they not resent this 'ship of hope'?"

Killing five boat passengers was just a foretaste for their ultimate goal.

And their real purpose -

Yusaku Kudo took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and wiped the lenses clean with a handkerchief.When he put it on again, the man put away his slightly heavy and depressed mood, and regained the style of a great detective writer in the past.

"Miss Sanzi, Lord Zhongyuan."

The dark-haired detective novelist looked at the two young men in front of him, his firm words carried convincing gentle power,

"If you take my word for it, let's make a plan."

"One, a plan for a future that is accessible to all."

Can everyone have a future?

Writer's innocence.

but--

The third son and Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at each other, Qiqi smiled,

"Anyway, there is no loss, so let's try it."

*****

Time is urgent, so Yusaku Kudo's plan is also very simple.

They were divided into two groups, and Sanzi and Zhong Yuanzhong were also responsible for notifying the security department of the cruise ship to evacuate the tourists on the ground floor as quickly as possible according to the information provided on the note.

Considering the possible disturbances in this process, they also need a "bait" to attract the attention of Houdou Kazun, the fifth-floor passengers, and the revenge crew.

Fortunately, Hyoudou himself foolishly started the "glory party" early, bringing everyone together in one place.

For them, this is an opportunity at the right time and place.

As for the choice of this bait——

Is there anything more effective than being a detective who knows all the truth and becomes a thorn in the side of the three parties at the same time?

Yusaku Kudo smiled and said mockingly to himself.

The third son stared at the black-haired novelist for a while, then nodded in approval,

"Indeed. At such a critical moment, go to hinder other people's revenge plan for many years. Mr. Kudo, if nothing else happens, you will be torn into pieces by them like a spring roll wrapped with bean sprouts."

Yusaku Kudo: "..."

Thank you, this metaphor is very vivid, don't use "metaphor" in the future.

"but……"

The red-haired ghost girl paused for a while. She looked at the indescribable expression of the great writer, and suddenly laughed, saying,

"From the point of view of ghosts, Mr. Kudo, you are still at least 60 years away from going to hell, so you can face Hayate with peace of mind, big novelist!"

60 years, that's really reassuring good news.

Kudo Yusaku laughed out loud.

So, after receiving the death-free gold medal officially issued by the law enforcement officers of Huangquan, there was also the scene where Yusaku Kudo broke into the banquet hall alone and faced the criticism of everyone.

——"Excuse me, my name is Yusaku Kudo, and I'm a detective."

The black-haired detective novelist stood alone in the splendid banquet hall and said so.

"It's Mr. Kudo!"

Some guests exclaimed in low voices.

"Why did he come? Did he find the murderer?"

"So fast? It's quite capable, but since the murderer has been found, can't he go and arrest him first? He came to disturb us. He really doesn't wink..."

Discussion sounds of various colors sounded around, rustling like insects.

"Everyone! Everyone!"

Hyoudou Kazun, who was leaning on a cane, raised his hand, and the carved nanmu cane tapped lightly on the floor, successfully stopping the noisy discussions in the venue.

"Since he is the author of the "Night Baron" series, the world-renowned Mr. Kudo Yusaku,

Well, it is naturally worthwhile for us to stop the banquet for a while and listen to the wonderful reasoning of the great writer.After all, Mr. Kudo has worked hard to investigate the case for a long time for our safety, are you right? "

"indeed so."

"It's not bad to find out the real culprit first, just treat it as a special program of the banquet."

"As expected of President Hyoudou."

The guests below showed their approval, and gave Yusaku Kudo a warm applause with dignity.

It was as if at this time, the black-haired novelist was really a special guest at some kind of banquet, and he came here specially to perform a reasoning performance.

—arrogant, stupid, self-righteous.

Facing everyone's condescending attitude of charity, Kudo Yusaku was not angry.

He always looked at the crowd calmly, his face was calm, and he did not show the slightest humiliation.

Regardless of other things, at least this kind of mind is indeed worth admiring.

Hyoudou Kazun thought as if commenting in his heart.

The appearance of the old god was there, and he didn't seem to be worried at all. Some of his shady things were dug out together.

But soon, Yusaku Kudo's next words made the old man unable to laugh anymore.

Yusaku Kudo raised his eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. After estimating the delay time, he didn't go around in circles with these people, and went straight to the point, throwing out the blood-soaked names one by one.

"No. 143 Fujiwara, No. 341 Jinjing, No. 546 Mihara, No. 771 Uchida..."

The voice of the black-haired novelist slowly echoed in the air like a verdict on the bench.

The banquet was completely quiet. Every time Yusaku Kudo read a name, the smiles on the faces of the guests at the scene faded.

By the time the fifth number and name landed, they had completely turned cold.

One hundred and three people, one hundred and three faces, maintained a similar coldness and indifference, staring at Yusaku Kudo expressionlessly.

An oppressive atmosphere spread in the room.

No one spoke, only the lights and the aroma of noble spices floated in the air.

But the dark-haired novelist smiled nonchalantly.

He took out a few photos of the victims from the inner pocket of his suit, and threw them on the long table closest to him.

The photos on the tape were scattered, revealing the tragic death of five rich men.

"You are all regulars at the 'glory party', this is not a case that requires detectives. Even if it is given to any new policeman, they can find the answer, because—"

"Speaking of the identity of the murderer, everyone here should know better than me, an outsider, right?"

The faces of the guests were ashen, and some of them who couldn't hold back had already showed a fierce look in their eyes.

"who is it?"

A guest raised his voice and asked through gritted teeth, "Who leaked the secret to you?"

"Sir, there is a saying among flower growers, 'If you want to be unknown, you can't do it yourself'. Sometimes, it's better not to underestimate the detective."

Kudo Yusaku continued to say without leaking,

"Besides, compared to pursuing the so-called 'leaker', aren't you afraid? The survivors from back then are among you, even the wine—"

The black-haired novelist pointed to the glass of champagne in front of him,

"It should have been filled with poison. If you drink it, you won't be able to wake up again."

poison……! !

The speaking guests seemed to be intimidated, and took a few steps back again and again, avoiding the champagne in hand.

"Crack, crack, crack."

Crisp applause came from above.

Kudo Yusaku turned his head and watched Hyoudou Kazun walking down the stairs step by step with a cane, stopping at a distance of two steps away from him.

"As expected of the famous Kudo-sensei, his eyes are really sharp."

Hyoudou Kazun said calmly, "But Mr. Kudo, there is one thing you said wrong—"

"If it is true that someone poisoned the wine glass and tried to kill us, then what kind of 'survivors' are hidden among us? They will definitely not harm us."

"If you want to ask why—"

Hyoudou Kazun turned his head, waved kindly to the direction where the banquet staff was on standby, and said gently,

"Come here, Junko, come and introduce yourself to Mr. Kudo."

what? !

Yusaku Kudo opened his eyes wide in surprise.

He turned his head abruptly, staring at the direction Hyoudou Kazun pointed at—

Under the disbelieving gaze of the black-haired novelist, an older woman in a maid uniform with her hair tightly coiled behind her head walked out of the crowd with a cold face.

She tugged at the corner of her skirt and curtseyed to Yusaku Kudo,

"As you can see, Mr. Kudo, I am the head maid of this cruise ship, and my real name is Junko Uchida."

"That's what you said just now, Uchida's wife in No. 771, Uchida Junko."

Yusaku Kudo looked at the head maid curtsying, unable to speak for a long time.

"Understood? Kudo-sensei."

Hyoudou Kazun patted Yusaku Kudo on the shoulder kindly, "If you want to say who is most likely to betray us, these people will definitely not."

"Because we, the old man, gave them the value of living on this ship. They have food to eat, work to do, and beds to sleep in."

Hyoudou Kazun asked with a smile, "Mr. Kudo, do you know what this is called?"

The dark-haired novelist turned his head.

Hyoudou Kazun pressed his palms on the cane, stared at Kudo Yusaku, slowly grinned a clear smile at the corner of his mouth, and said word by word,

"It's called, dog... ah—!"

"Yes, we are the dogs raised by President Hyoudou." The head maid said calmly.

"hahahahahahahahaha!"

Hyoudou Kazun laughed triumphantly, and at the same time, the guests in the entire banquet hall also laughed together.

Kudo Yusaku didn't speak, he just looked sadly at the head maid who retreated back to the corner, at the silent waiters and ship staff, his heart was full of unspeakable regret.

At this moment, a hand pressed on Kudo Yusaku's shoulder like a friend.

It's Hyoudou Kazun.

He looked at Yusaku Kudo and said with a smile,

"Okay, Mr. Kudo, it's rare to come to the 'glory party' that I'm waiting for, why don't you join us together. I believe that soon, you will also feel the beauty of it and become one of our proud members."

"Yes, Mr. Kudo."

"Come on, let me introduce you to some good seed players."

People kept coming forward, and they clustered around Kudo Yusaku, like close friends, enthusiastically pushing him into their circle.

Amid the refreshing aroma of spices, the banquet curtains fell one after another, blocking the light from the window.

The brilliant lights were dimmed, and scenes were monitored in real time, and were projected on white walls.

Inside is the bottom floor of the cruise ship, the scene of this "brave" duel.

"Oh! How rare, this time it's 'Russian Gambling'!"

Someone said excitedly.

Russian gambling originated from a cruel game in Russia in the nineteenth century, invented by a prison guard at that time.

The rules of the game are very simple. Players use the revolver pistol and their lives as gambling tools. The referee puts a bullet in the six bullet slots of the revolver pistol and spins the wheel.

When the runner stops, the contestants take turns aiming the muzzle of the gun at their own heads and pulling the trigger.

Those who are shot and those who are timid lose their chips; those who persevere are the final winners and win all the bonuses.

But at this moment, the game in the projection has obviously entered a feverish stage.

As the number of empty ammunition decreased, the faces of the "braves" in the duel were covered with sweat.

They stared in horror at the muzzle of the gun in each other's hands, praying desperately for it to spark, and praying desperately that the pistol would not return to their own hands.

The funny and distorted expression caused the guests present to burst into laughter.

Finally, the only chance of an empty bullet was exhausted, and the pistol fell into the hands of a black-haired middle-aged man.

"How about it, Kudo-sensei, it's an interesting game, isn't it?"

At this time, the man next to Yusaku Kudo spoke at the right time and said with a smile,

"Would you like to place a bet? Just bet on whether this 'brave' will shoot."

Yusaku Kudo stared at the man silently without speaking.

Men don't need Yusaku Kudo's answer either.

He stood up with a smile, holding a wine glass in one hand and a small silver spoon in the other, tapping on the glass.

——Ding Ding Ding.

The high-frequency crisp knocking sound echoed in the audience, and the guests who had been waiting for a long time cast their expectant eyes.

"Everyone, let's give Mr. Kudo a little encouragement!"

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

The past told by Satoshi Imatake, like reincarnation, reappears at this moment.

The only difference is that the protagonist of this coercion was replaced by Yusaku Kudo.

Amidst the enthusiastic and high-spirited encouragement, Kudo Yusaku calmly looked at the clapping people around him.

His eyes flicked from their faces one by one, and then, slowly, he smiled.

[A group of people looking for death. 】

[It was you yourself who ruined your own way of life with your own hands. 】

Yusaku Kudo sighed and closed his eyes.

At the same time, a scream suddenly crossed the sky, interrupting everyone's game.

"The screen—! Look at the screen!"

what screen?

what happened?

The people clapping their hands turned their heads suspiciously, and cast their eyes on the projection.

Immediately, they were stunned to see that on the screen, the struggling 'worms' who were supposed to be dripping with tears suddenly fell silent. Like a robot with a power cut off, they suddenly lowered their heads, unable to see their expressions clearly.

Only the one with the gun.

Only in every screen, the man with the gun.

They stood up unsteadily from their chairs, and under the terrified eyes of everyone, they slowly raised their heads, revealing only the whites of their eyes.

In the next second, as if sensing the sight of the monitor, the group of people turned their heads creakingly, slowly raised their arms, and pointed the muzzle of their guns directly at the camera.They all opened their mouths together and silently said,

"We, we, back, come, la-"

"Bah—!"

After the consistent gunshots, the live broadcast screen went dark.

"..."

"..."

A terrible silence spread in the banquet hall.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

At the fourth second, someone screamed first.

Everyone screamed and got up as if they had just woken up from a dream, and ran towards the gate of the banquet hall.

But before running a few steps, everyone suddenly felt a blur in front of their eyes, and their whole body seemed to lose strength, and they fell to the ground unable to move.

what happened! !

what happened! ! !Didn't they drink alcohol? ! !

Everyone looked at each other with fear in their eyes.

"Of course not wine."

A woman's voice slowly sounded in the banquet hall, and everyone raised their eyes with difficulty, looking in the direction of the voice——

Mary Janes, calf-length dresses, and a scrupulous white apron.

It's the head maid, Junko Uchida.

Not long ago, Junko Uchida, who said that he was the dog of Hyoudou Kazun.

"We already know that there is a big detective on board who meddles in other things, how could we be so stupid as to pour poison into the wine?"

The head maid Junko Uchida laughed nervously. She evenly sprinkled a piece of burning spice on the ground and said slowly,

"Does it still smell good? The spices we specially prepared for you beasts."

It's fragrant——! ! !

It turned out to be spices——! ! !

Hyoudou and Zunmu's canthus were about to burst.

He struggled to get up, but no matter how hard he tried, at this moment, like everyone else who was poisoned, he could only lie motionless on the ground like a dead dog.

Consciousness alone is terrifyingly sober.

"Just let you go to hell like this, it's too cheap for you."

The head maid Junko Uchida reached into her pocket and took out a button-type remote control.

"Hey, have you ever enjoyed the fear of being eaten bite by bite by the wraiths? Listen, they are coming!"

click-

As the button of the remote control was pressed, loud explosions sounded all over the cruise ship one after another.

The hidden bomb was detonated, and the breath of fire and gunpowder smoke spread in the gradually darkening sky.

The staff in the banquet hall opened the windows and opened the closed door.

The guests lying on the ground found in despair that the sky outside the window had turned orange.

The sun moves westward, and evening comes,

Perhaps, it is in a place in the far east, and it has a more accurate name called——

【When the Devil Meets】

In the depths of the cabin, the long-sleeping Wraith opened his eyes.

As if they smelled the scent of the flesh and blood of their enemies, they grinned and slowly crawled out from the bottom with their clumsy hands and feet.

Flock to the fifth floor, the banquet hall.

……

………………

upper deck edge

Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that the red-haired girl who was talking to him suddenly became quiet.

She turned her head as if feeling it.

The bloody setting sun hangs upside down behind the girl, her eyes fell far away in the direction of the bottom of the cruise ship, after a while, she looked away.

In the sea breeze in the evening, Sanzi took out an old pocket watch from his sleeve, turned on the dial and checked the time.

——“2007年10月1日17点25分28秒，时间到。”