The lover that gravity makes is wrong

sea, wheel of hope

The departure of the foreign heroic spirits did not make the weather better.

When the last ray of brilliance disappeared from the sky, the surrounding black clouds not only did not disperse, but rolled like waves, quietly approaching in the sky. Occasionally, snow-white thunder flashed in the clouds, making a rumbling sound.

The heavy rain has stopped, but there is a more dangerous factor brewing in the air.

No, something... not quite right.

The third son frowned, resisting the itch in his throat, and glanced around.

The survivors who fell on the deck have come to their senses one after another. When they saw the corpse of Hyoudou Kazun next to the collapsed object, many of them were shocked.

They just wanted to laugh ecstatically, but before the smiles spread on their faces, a disgusting and bad taste came to their stomachs, forcing them to cover their mouths with livid faces, and lay down on the edge of the fence to retch.

Laughing uncontrollably while vomiting, the whole picture looked extremely weird.

However, the red-haired girl didn't care about this, and her intuition told her that the matter was not over yet.

The third son's observing eyes wandered around the survivors, and finally landed on the skeleton corpse of Hyoudou Kazun in the corner.

No, maybe it shouldn't be called a corpse.

The red-haired girl stared at the head that was staring at the bloodshot eyes.

From the appearance, it was indeed devoured to the point where only the bones and the head remained, and from the jaw to the spine, there was only a little blood foam hanging on it, crumbling.

But the soul is gone.

Was it also eaten by the group of resentful spirits?

The third son looked at the bones of Hyoudou Kazun thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" Nakahara asked.

"It just feels like that old immortal—"

The third son was only halfway through speaking when her ears moved slightly, as if she heard something, the girl quickly walked to the side of the ship and looked down at the cruise ship.

There is nothing below, only the dark sea water carrying the hull is constantly heaving and surging.

"Teacher Zhongyuan." The red-haired girl withdrew her gaze, and said in a deep voice to the people beside her,

"We'd better bring back the passengers on the rescue capsule immediately. I have a bad feeling."

Facts have proved that the ghost's intuition is never wrong.

Not long after Sanzi finished speaking, a louder explosion than the previous few times came from the bottom of the cruise ship, causing the whole ship to shake violently like an earthquake.

Amid the screams and screams, the third son was unsteadily standing still, his feet were weak and he was about to fall, and Zhong Yuan Zhongye who was next to him quickly supported him.

"Third son, are you okay..."

The ocher-haired boy didn't ask the words of concern.

boom--

The second explosion sounded again.

"Hey! How many bombs did you put on the ship? It's almost enough!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also supported his third son, and shouted in the direction of the bereaved family unbearably.

However, the strange thing is that the survivors on the deck seemed to be very surprised. They looked at each other in doubt, and a woman in a long black dress and a white apron stood up holding the fence.

It's the head maid, Junko Uchida.

"On the contrary, sir."

Uchida Junko looked at Nakahara Chuya with a serious expression, "The two explosions just now were not us. In fact, we only installed bombs at the elevator entrances on each floor."

And the explosion just now, obviously, did not come from the cabin, but from the bottom of the ship.

If I remember correctly, that is the core of the cruise ship, the main control generator cabin.

Zhong Yuanzhong also changed his face.

what happened? !

That is to say, besides the staff of the bereaved family, him and his third son, there is another group of people hidden on this ship? !

What is their purpose?Blow up a cruise ship wreck?

As if the situation wasn't bad enough, there was a sudden boom in the sky, and a vertical crack exploded straight at the horizon.

When the wind suddenly picked up, a drop of rainwater the size of a soybean hit the red-haired girl's eye corner, and slid down her cheek.

The third son leaning on Nakahara Chuya stretched out his hand to catch the raindrops.

She stared blankly at the water drops in her palm for a few seconds, then suddenly her pupils shrank, and she raised her head and shouted to everyone,

"Quick! Ring the bell and call back the passengers in the rescue cabin immediately!"

"Where's the captain? Where's the first mate? Stand up as soon as you're still alive, before it's too late...cough cough!"

In the middle of speaking, the red-haired girl suddenly seemed to choke, lowered her head and coughed uncontrollably.

Perhaps it was the reverence for ghost messengers that remained after the spirit possessed, or maybe it was the red-haired girl's expression that was too frightening at this time. The words act.

The bell to contact the rescue cabin on the cruise ship was activated urgently, and another group of people hurriedly looked for the captain on the deck.

"Captain, Captain Smith—!"

"Let's go to the lower cabin to see! You go to the upper level to find it!"

If at the beginning, the staff on board still followed their instincts and acted in a daze according to Sanzi's words, then as their sanity gradually recovered, this group of people quickly realized the meaning of "it's too late" in the girl's words.

The staff present are all veterans of sailing. Even though the division of labor and responsibilities are different, some basic knowledge is common.

For example, early warning of disaster weather at sea.

Those who could still move on the boat all started to run.

The buzzer alarm was sounded, and the rescue capsule hundreds of meters away quickly returned under the command of the crew.The staff who were still in a coma, together with the injured passengers, were moved into the cabin by tall waiters.

In the chaos, only Zhongyuan Zhong also noticed that the red-haired girl's footsteps were frighteningly vain.

Since the explosion of the hull just now, the girl has maintained a half-reclining posture, and is half-supported by Nakahara Nakaya.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned and lowered his head, because of his posture, he couldn't see the expression on the third son's face at this time.

But from the slightly trembling arm that was supported, and the slightly heavy breathing sound next to his ear, the young Gravity Enabler could easily draw the conclusion that the red-haired girl's current physical condition was abnormal.

"Third son, what's the matter with you?"

Nakahara Chuya stretched out his hand, and held Sanko's chin with his black-gloved palm, and carefully lifted the red-haired girl's face with a soft force.

When she entered her eyes, the red-haired girl's lips were pale, and the sea breeze was howling around her, but she frowned, and her face was covered with cold sweat.

The emerald eyes, which were always radiant, seemed to have lost their vitality, revealing a dull luster.

Zhong Yuanzhong also recognized this expression.

He had seen similar faces countless times in Gang Hei's dungeons.

——This is basically the expression of dissociation subconsciously shown by the tortured person when he is suffering from unbearable physical pain.

"Third son?!"

Nakahara Chuya's breath was suffocated, and there was a trace of panic in his voice unconsciously: "Are you injured?! When? Where is the wound?"

A series of worried questions from the ocher-haired boy came to the third son's ears, which happened to bring back the blank and drifting thoughts of the red-haired girl.

"...I'm fine, Teacher Zhongyuan."

The third son blinked, and his absent-minded pupils regained focus.

She stood up straight as if nothing had happened, and took a step back to leave the boy's embrace.

As if seeing the panic beneath the friend's surface, the red-haired girl shook her head like a wet puppy, and then, under Nakahara Zhongya's frowning gaze, stretched out her hands and rubbed her cheeks vigorously, with a look of With a successful prank expression, he said,

"Hahaha, are you scared? In fact, I'm just a little seasick, don't worry."

"Seasick? Are you taking me for an idiot? What kind of seasickness is delayed for three days?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the girl's own blushing cheeks, and felt a nameless anger rising up.

Sanzi scratched the back of his head and smirked, with an expression of 'I don't understand Japanese'.

Although this look of not even bothering to find an excuse after being dismantled is very annoying, but---

"Are you really all right?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the third son who seemed to have regained his spirits, and reconfirmed worryingly.

"Oh! As you can see!"

The red-haired girl put one hand on her hip, and patted her chest proudly, "I'm so healthy now, I can beat you ten times, Teacher Zhongyuan!"

Teacher Zhong Yuan, who had been reduced to a unit of measurement, did not speak, but stared at the third son with his arms crossed.

It wasn't until the girl's smile stiffened at the corners of her mouth, her confident eyes couldn't help but shift, and finally she just looked up at the sky with a guilty conscience and pretended to whistle leisurely, that Nakahara Chuya looked away angrily and amusedly.

Has anyone ever told this chump that she's lying at a terrible level, Kindergarten level at best, in the opinion of some PortMafia gravity user.

"Okay, since you said so."

Zhong Yuanzhong also temporarily gave up the questioning.

After all, now is not a good time for interrogation, but the young man made up his mind in his heart that he would never let the other party out of his sight.

Hmm... finally got it over with.

Thinking that the 'perfunctory battle' worked, the red-haired girl breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

At this moment, a long siren sounded over the ship, and the third son looked up at the black clouds that had completely gathered on the horizon, and said,

"Let's go back to the cabin too, Mr. Zhongyuan."

"The sea thunderstorm group is coming."

****

Thunderstorms at sea, all sea personnel could smell the discoloration of death.

It has killed countless excellent crew members in the era of great voyages. Even if it is a modern cruise ship with perfect communication equipment and a steel body, no experienced captain is willing to face it head-on.

But now, what they have to face is such a storm.

It was still under the condition that the important captain, chief engineer, first mate and second mate were all seriously injured and unconscious.

The only sober senior crew members are the second engineer who is responsible for the normal operation of the main engine, and at most the electromechanical officer who usually takes care of the entire ship's electrical appliances.

In the cockpit of the cruise ship, the atmosphere was so solemn that ink dripped out.

"What should we do now?"

"Is Captain Smith awake?"

"Quickly think of a way! According to the current speed of automatic driving, we only have 10 minutes at most, and we are about to enter the thunderstorm zone!"

A group of crew members gathered together, discussing countermeasures in one go, just when the group of people were at a loss, a passenger's voice came out of nowhere, and suggested on a whim,

"...Should we stop the ship? Wait until the thunderstorm has passed before sailing again?"

The discussion in the cockpit fell silent.

The crew all turned their heads and stared at the guy who spoke stupidly. Two seconds later, under the command of a red-haired girl, the crew threw out the passengers who had sneaked in.

No, why should they listen to a 17-year-old girl's command?

Wait a minute, before this, when did this little girl sneak in? !

Several crew members were able to react, but before they could speak, the young red-haired girl strode past them and stopped beside the main control console.

Then, under the astonished eyes of the crew, the girl skillfully called up various data, and ordered neatly,

"Second engineer, report the damage to the hull."

Maybe it was because the young girl's expression was too natural, with a majesty that was incompatible with her age, or maybe it was the door god-like, blue-eyed boy next to her who looked too ferocious.

The middle-aged man whose name was accurately called was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had already reported a bunch of information.

"Based on the impact of the explosion 10 minutes ago, the No. 10 power compartment of the hull was flooded with [-] feet of water, and No. [-] was even worse. In addition, the guest cabin was completely deformed and unusable due to unknown reasons. Currently, passengers and some wounded are temporarily placed on the third floor."

"What about the bow cabin and the other three power cabins?" the red-haired girl asked calmly without changing her expression.

Just when the man mentioned that the guest cabin was completely deformed, the expressions of her and the red-haired boy beside her shifted suspiciously for a moment.

The second engineer did not pay attention, and continued to answer: "It has not been affected yet, but the water will rise 10 feet within 14 minutes."

"Then give up the No. [-] power cabin."

The third son pondered for a while, called up the planar anatomy of the cruise ship, and said,

"'Wheel of Hope' can completely withstand the water ingress in the four cabins. The electromechanical officer, close the passage from cabin No. [-] to cabin No. [-], and turn on the water pump. It will buy us enough time."

The electromechanicalist stared blankly at the red-haired girl, not recovering at all.

The third son waited for a few seconds, but did not hear the other party's answer.

She simply raised her eyes from the plan of the hull, and her gaze landed precisely on the face of a certain crew member with a mustache in the crowd,

"Mechatronics, Mr Glenhawks?"

"Yes Yes!"

The man whose name was called shuddered, and then, under Nakahara Zhongya's staring gaze, grabbed his assistant and rushed out of the cockpit.

"Also, tell the communicator to send a CQD (please rescue, distress signal) to nearby ships. If we are lucky, we will see a rescue ship in two hours."

Relevant instructions were issued in an orderly manner, and by the time Sanzi came to an end, most of the crew members crowded in the cockpit had been reduced.

There were only a few who hadn't been assigned tasks, and stood there staring at the red-haired girl.

The third son looked around at the crew members in the cabin.

She first lowered her head and glanced at the time on the console, then raised her eyes, smiled at the rest of the people and said,

"Very good, there are still 5 minutes left, we can start to deal with the thunderstorm group outside."

——So how to deal with it? !

The rest of the crew stared straight at Sanzi, and almost shouted this sentence out of their eyes.

How to deal with it?

The red-haired errand girl tilted her head, and said casually in a flat tone as if she would eat bread for breakfast tomorrow,

"Of course it is—pass through."

In order to let the crew members understand, Sanzi also gave a vivid example,

"It's like driving a dodge car."

Dodge cars?

what is that? !A reverse-operated version of the bumper car? !

A group of crew members hesitated to speak, their eyes full of doubts.

"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself—"

As if seeing the doubts in the hearts of the crew, the third son finally remembered the important point. He punched his palm with his right fist, then reached into the pocket of his coat and took out a certificate with a natural expression on his face.

Then the girl picked up her finger, flipped to the display page of the photo with her finger, opened her mouth without blushing and said,

"My name is Migo Wilson. This is my large ship operating certificate, and this is my assistant, Chuya Wilson. Please give me your advice."

The crew: "..."

Chuya Wilson, who suddenly became an assistant: "..."

Zhongyuan Chuya Wilson Chuya, his face was expressionless, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

God, what a large ship operation license, you simply took it out of the pocket of that hapless captain who was seriously injured and unconscious!

At least wipe off the glue on the photo, idiot!