The lover that gravity makes is wrong

When Yusaku Kudo woke up, he found himself lying on the floor somewhere. Judging from the slightly shaking ceiling in front of him and the smell of sea water in the air, he should be in a cabin.

The Cabin... The Ship... The Wheel of Hope

"—Yukiko!"

Yusaku Kudo, who woke up in an instant, suddenly sat up from the ground, and the excessive movement attracted dissatisfied eyes from the next door.

"Hush! Keep your voice down, detective, are you trying to wake up all the wounded!"

A woman in a maid outfit next to her lowered her voice and said angrily.

Kudo Yusaku subconsciously apologized: "Ah, I'm sorry."

On the other hand, the woman next door saw the attitude of the black-haired novelist, and after a moment of stunned, she turned her head and didn't speak again with a snort. It seemed that she didn't want to see Yusaku Kudo.

Kudo Yusaku was puzzled, but after seeing the surrounding situation clearly, his excellent reasoning ability quickly solved this little doubt.

He should be in a certain cabin on the third floor of the cruise ship. The unconscious wounded are arranged here, and several young women in long skirt uniforms are taking care of them.

As for his wife, Yukiko Kudo, she was lying on the bed above his head at the moment, sleeping soundly with the quilt in her arms.

So... he was the only one who was thrown on the floor?

Yusaku Kudo looked around in a complicated mood, and quickly came to a more poignant conclusion——

That's right, he was the only unlucky one who was thrown on the ground and fell asleep, and he was the one who didn't even have a blanket.

Well, he probably knows how much he is disliked by the survivors.

At least he should be thankful that he was not thrown into the sea when he fainted, and that Yukiko was well taken care of?

Yusaku Kudo stood up from the ground with a wry smile, randomly moved a chair and placed it next to Yukiko's bed, just as he sat down, he saw the door of the cabin open, and the head maid Junko Uchida put a glass of water by his hand.

Seeing one of the familiar murderers at first glance, and not long ago, the scene of the other party merging with the resentful spirit and devouring the enemy is still vivid in my memory, even Kudo Yusaku couldn't help but stiffen a bit, and squeezed out a thank you with difficulty.

But Junko Uchida didn't care about the other party's defense, the head maid glanced at the man standing in front of his wife, and said calmly,

"If you wake up, take good care of your wife. Now that the ship has encountered a thunderstorm, the crew and that adult are working hard, don't wander around and cause them trouble."

Look after, thunderstorm, crew.

In just one sentence, the information revealed is enough for Yusaku Kudo to restore the truth after fainting.

It seems that the "salvation" of this group of survivors has been completed, and now they are facing the test of disaster at sea together.

It's kind of darkly humorous to say the least.

The detectives and the murderers coexisted peacefully on a ship, and even the family members were taken care of by each other.

Yusaku Kudo picked up the water glass and saw that the other party was about to leave, but he still couldn't hold back his inner curiosity and said,

"I thought . . . you would have preferred the ship to sink."

Rather than as it is now, the division of labor appeases the worried tourists, and fully cooperates to save the wheel of hope.

The detective's words made the head maid pause, she turned her head slowly, and looked at Yusaku Kudo with an indescribable gaze.

It's hard to describe this kind of look with a precise word.

To put it bluntly, it is like a robot that is about to be destroyed. Before dying, the main program re-implants the tasks that have to be completed, supporting them to survive.

The cabin was very quiet, no one spoke, Yusaku Kudo waited patiently for the answer.

"You're right, we hate this ship, and would, if we could, have been torn to pieces by thunderstorms now and sunk forever on the cold sea floor."

The head maid said word by word.

Her tone was very peaceful, but every word she uttered was filled with intense emotions, as if her whole body was split, full of a weird sense of disobedience.

"but--"

Junko Uchida paused when she said this, her silent and cold expression mixed with a touch of warmth and tenderness, "The adult promised our relatives that he would send us back to land safely, and we don't want her to break her promise."

Kudo Yusaku was stunned for a second when he heard the words, and then realized that the "relatives" in the other party's mouth referred to those dead wraiths.

"Besides, there are still tourists on the third and fourth floors of this ship. No matter what, they are innocent. We will not be washed away by revenge and implicate others. As for what you want to call the police after going ashore..."

The head maid glanced at the black-haired novelist and said,

"It's up to you. We won't hide or run away. Because we never feel that we have done something sinful—of course, it's not the right thing from a legal perspective."

Yusaku Kudo was silent.

He stared at the water glass in a daze for a long time, not even knowing when the head maid left.

When he raised his head, he found that there was only one maid in uniform left in the cabin, changing a wounded man's dressing.

【It's not a sinful thing, but it's not the right thing either...】

The black-haired novelist looked up at the ceiling for a while, took off his glasses with complicated emotions and wiped them with the corner of his clothes, and when he put them on again, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly realized a more important problem.

"I'm sorry to disturb you."

Yusaku Kudo took a deep breath, looked at the maid who turned her head, and there was a hint of hope hidden in the question,

"Excuse me, where are Miss Sanzi and Jun Zhongyuan now?"

"If you're asking the lord and her assistant,"

The maid glanced at Yusaku Kudo, her tone carried a sense of reverence and longing, "They are in the cockpit, guiding the crew."

They're in the cockpit, instructing the crew.

In the cockpit, direct the crew.

In the cockpit compartment—

click-

With a crisp sound, Kudo Yusaku seemed to hear his luck and hope, the sound of shattering into slag.

After the black-haired novelist froze for a while, he stood up quickly, found a spare bed sheet from the cabinet, and tore it into strips.

Then he and Yukiko Kudo were firmly fixed to a nearby heavy object with a seat belt.

The maid couldn't say a word, and she looked at a fool: "What are you doing?"

Kudo Yusaku said calmly: "This is a necessary insurance measure. I suggest you prepare for yourself as soon as possible. If it is too late, it will be too late."

Maid: ...I suspect that your brain is sick. If you don't go to the doctor, it will be too late.

Yusaku Kudo smiled firmly without saying a word, and at the same time made a silent decision in his heart.

——It's time to add a large ship operation course to the new Hawaiian course, just follow the direction of the captain.

****

Facts have proved that Kudo Yusaku's approach to "insurance" for himself and his wife is quite prescient.

In the cockpit, all the crew members were carrying out the third son's orders with almost dead-eyed numb expressions, relying on years of muscle memory.

"Helmsman, full port rudder, turn at seven o'clock!"

"Now, reduce the power pressure, close all valves, and put reverse gear immediately!"

What a mess!

This is just too messy!

It has never been heard that in the field of thunderstorms, the rudder is full in one direction, and then reversed halfway!Isn't this really delivered to the door to be struck by a thunderstorm? !

At the beginning, the crew in charge of the helmsman refused Sanzi's execution order.

But since the red-haired girl commanded the ship and just avoided the oncoming thunder at an extreme angle, the helmsman simply turned his head and did not look at the data on the console, and followed the third son's instructions throughout the process.

Oh my God... go go go go go!Just punch and you're done!

No matter what kind of psychological presuppositions you have made in advance, only after you really enter the thunderstorm area will human beings know how small they are in front of the angry sea and sky.

Above the head is a dense layer of dark clouds, in which frightening thunder snakes swim and flicker, accompanied by a burst of dazzling light from time to time, splitting and landing on the constantly heaving waves.

A large amount of charge accumulates in the air, which has already exceeded the range that most electronic instruments can carry.

After the most basic automatic driving and monitoring functions fail, all they can rely on is their own pair of hands and eyes.

However, in the cockpit, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that used to exceed 200 degrees, at this time, have no other effect except to add more psychological pressure to the crew.

Thunder and lightning fell like a torrential rain.

Looking out at a glance, there are pitch-black sea water everywhere, and there are no lightning clouds at the edge or end.

At this moment, this port monster with a volume of more than [-] tons, which claims to be able to accommodate thousands of people, is just a small toy boat in front of this sea.

And they, like villains thrown in a toy boat, no one knows whether this steel body will be sent under which beam of thunder by the waves in the next second.

"—Back to your senses! You are in a daze at this moment, do you want to drag more than 300 lives to die together!"

The girl's stern voice was like pouring down a bucket of ice water, pulling back the distracted thoughts of the other crew members except the helmsman.

The crew in charge of observation and observation shivered, and didn't dare to think about anything else.

In fact, if they are calm enough, they will find that the thunderstorm group is terrifying, but under the command of the red-haired girl, the wheel of hope can always move in various weird ways. , barely avoiding the dense thunderstorms.

It was obviously a bulky and huge cruise ship, but under the order of the third son, it abruptly drove the effect of a small yacht.

What did you say?

It's really a reverse version of bumper cars, dodging cars at sea.

...It is that the boating experience for tourists may not be friendly, it is too exciting, and it is easy to induce heart disease and nightmares at night.

However, if this girl is there...

With Captain Migo Wilson around, they must be able to escape smoothly!

Unknowingly, the crew in the cockpit began to call the third son "captain".

The calm back of the girl sitting in the driver's seat is the best Dinghaishenzhen, suppressing all their anxiety and panic.

Slowly, this group of well-trained crew members quickly regained their old touch.

The atmosphere in the cockpit has changed.

【That's what makes sense】

The third son who was sitting on the captain's seat naturally felt this change, the corners of her lips lifted up invisibly, and then flattened quickly.

Not to be taken lightly.

In addition to the tricky thunderstorms, the most deadly thing about thunderstorms is the resulting low visibility.

This means that the work of observing the sea surface becomes more difficult, and the worst case is that by the time some 'obstruction' is discovered, it is already in sight...

"--captain!"

The crew in charge of the lookout suddenly roared, "At twelve o'clock, a large unknown object was found—!"

"Yes, it's an iceberg—! It's an iceberg—!"

"Turn around!"

"It's too late." The crew next to the console turned pale.

Their current speed is 22 knots, and the iceberg is only 400 meters away from the hull. It takes at least 8 minutes to turn, and they will hit it anyway.

Hahaha……

Is this fate?

The crew laughed like weeping.

The Wheel of Hope claims to be the "unsinkable" Titanic, and in the end, they will also fall into the bottom of the sea in a similar way.

He didn't care what would happen to him, but the life on board...

There are more than 300 lives on board!

The crew's hands on the console couldn't help shaking.

"Captain, do you need to turn?" the helmsman asked expressionlessly.

The man's voice sounded quite calm, but in fact, the palm holding the rudder was already covered with sweat.

He can still speak calmly now, it's purely because the panic in his brain hasn't caught up with his limbs, for short, he hasn't recovered yet.

In the dead silence, the red-haired girl sitting in the captain's seat stood up, put on a large black men's coat, and walked to the French window.

"No slowing down, no turning."

The third son folded his arms around his chest, resting on his right hand above his arm, and was holding a dark men's round cap.

Looking at the transparent objects approaching outside the window, she raised the corners of her mouth and repeated the words loudly,

"No need to slow down, no need to turn! Just stay in the present and go at full speed! It's just an iceberg, and my assistant can crush him with a single punch."

……assistant?

The sluggish crew took half a beat to react.

At some point, in the cockpit, the red-haired boy who was always standing beside the captain disappeared.

So where is that Chua Wilson?

On the upper deck, a thin and slender figure stood above the mast with one hand in his pocket.

The ochre-colored hair on the side of his neck was blown by a strong wind, and thunder and rain were mixed, hunting in the wind.

"Zizi-"

After the hoarse electric current, the radio earbud in the right ear of the red-haired boy heard the voice of the ghost girl.

"Next, can I ask you with confidence, Mr. Zhongyuan?"

"what."

Zhong Yuanzhong also gave a low laugh, his calm and magnetic voice flowed into the ear of the person opposite through the invisible electric waves.

"It's just the tip of the iceberg."

"Third son, in ten seconds, I will smash it to pieces for you to see."

The boy's arrogant speech made the red-haired girl on the other end couldn't help but bend her eyes. She pressed the earphone with one hand and said with a smile,

"Oh! I'm very confident, Mr. Zhongyuan, then I'll start the timer."

【"ten"】

On the upper deck, Zhongyuan Zhong also tugged at the hem of his glove, looked at the huge object not far away, and moved his wrist.

【"Nine"】

Red supernatural powers emerged all over his body, and the boy stepped lightly on the mast with his heel.In the next moment, like a black night owl, it jumped up high with a whistling light.

【"eight"】

The ochre-colored figure seemed to lose gravity, and quickly rose towards a high place. In the blink of an eye, the figure pierced through the thunderclouds and reached a height of [-] feet.

The young man turned around, turned his back to the sky, and looked at the shadow of the boat and the iceberg on the sea across the sea of ​​clouds.

【"seven"】

The figure of Zhongye Zhongyuan paused, and in the next second, he crashed towards the ice layer like a meteorite comet!

【"six"】

Zhongyuan Zhong also stretched out his hand, the power of gravity gathered on the young man's fist, and together with the thunder that fell, it contained an impact as heavy as a thousand weights. iceberg--

One punch, hit hard!

【"Four"】

Between heaven and earth, it seemed that time stood still for a second.

When the flow of time resumed and the voice of the red-haired girl reappeared on the radio, the still, unscathed and gigantic iceberg that blocked everyone's eyes suddenly made a "Crack——"

A small crack broke out.

【"three"】

"break."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said softly, and retracted his fist.

【"two"】

The moment the red-haired boy's clenched knuckles left the ice layer, tens of millions of cracks spread rapidly down the ice layer like a spider's web at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, under the gravitationalist's fist, under the gaze of the red-haired ghost, and under the gaze of everyone——

Layer, layer, exhaust, smash!

【"one!"】

boom--!

Like an earthquake at sea, the entire sea area trembled violently.

Accompanied by fist-sized pieces of ice smashed down, a huge ship screamed and passed straight through the iceberg with a big hole.

Its posture is vigorous, like a giant whale swimming in the deep sea, with a flick of its tail, it avoids the last thunderstorm and sails out of the range of the thunderstorm group.

……

…………

The ominous black clouds in sight faded, the howling wind stopped, and the surging sea water returned to a peaceful color.

drop--

In the cockpit, the dimmed indicator light on the console came back on, and the autopilot function restarted.

"Successful?"

"We, survived?"

The crew members looked in disbelief at the sea that suddenly opened up outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The helmsman cautiously let go of the rudder, and looked at his colleagues around him as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Yes, congratulations, you succeeded."

Sanzi turned around and looked at the group of crew members with a smile.

The girl's words of affirmation were like a small hammer, lightly hitting everyone's sleepwalking faces.

Everyone looked at the third son in a daze.

The next moment, a warm cheer erupted in the cockpit.

"Success—! Success—!"

"We survived!"

"Long live the Wheel of Hope! Long live Captain Migo!"

The crew clapped excitedly and threw their hats high into the air.

They laughed enthusiastically and cheerfully, and seemed to want to rush up in a swarm, lift up the petite girl by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and throw a happy high.

But before taking two steps, a drenched ocher-haired figure appeared next to the red-haired girl, casting silent glances at them.

"..."

"..."

The crew members were silent for a second, and the next moment, they kept the expressions on their faces, turned around in tacit understanding, and chose to hug each other vigorously.

The third son was amused by the funny performance of the crew, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

She turned around and handed a clean towel to the brown-haired boy beside her,

"Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Zhongyuan, what a bold and handsome blow!"

The red-haired ghost girl said, and offered the highest praise to the boy in front of her without hesitation.

A pair of beautiful emerald eyes also curved up because of the bright smile, filling the sunlight and sea breeze outside the window.

Nakahara Nakaya's cobalt blue pupils stared at Sanzi for a moment, then he suddenly withdrew his hand ready to pick up the towel, then took two steps forward, lowered his head slightly, and stretched out his rain-drenched head to the girl's eyes .

Moist breath blows in.

The third son stared blankly at the face of Zhongye Zhongye who was close at hand, a transparent raindrop was still hanging on the boy's thick eyelashes, precariously.

"Don't you want to help?" The red-haired boy stared at the girl, his lowered voice was like an intimate whisper, with a hint of imperceptible hoarseness.

- Puff.

The third son seemed to hear his own heart, and it skipped a beat strangely.

A strange, small sense of crisis emerged, as if caught.

It's not fatal, but it has a sense of presence, like a big, slender hand playing a musical instrument, lightly plucking on her nerves.

Then the trembling piano sound entangled numbly along with the deliberately suppressed pain.

... Isn't the aftereffect of this supernatural ability a bit strange?

The red-haired ghost girl thought in a daze.

But she still opened the towel and gently covered Chuya Nakahara's head with it.

"Well, then excuse me and wipe our hero's hair!"

Hearing this, Zhongyuan Zhong also gave a low laugh, raised his lips and said, "Oh, I agree."

The bright sunlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cockpit

In the joyful silence, no one saw that the body bag that was ordered to be placed in the corner suddenly moved.

A cold bone hand protruded from the untightened zipper, and the head lying inside turned slightly to one side as if hearing a movement.

With two bloodshot eyeballs alive, they turned around in the eye sockets, and then passed through the gap, facing the direction of everyone.