The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Everything is planned.

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Osamu Dazai admitted that his thoughts went blank for a moment when he got the answer from his third son, "Don't make a deal with ghosts, be careful of losing your money."

But soon, his brain instinctively called up a backup plan.

If the exchange of benefits can't impress ghosts, what about feelings?

Judging from the replay after the SKF864 flight, this girl is not a programmed indifferent executive personality. She took the initiative to confess her identity to Yusaku Kudo and Chuya, who are human beings, and seek cooperation. This is the best evidence.

……Worth a try.

"I have a friend...he's dying!"

At that moment, Osamu Dazai felt that his consciousness and body split into two selves——

The 'conscious self' stands above the warehouse, condescending, observing the ground rationally and unemotionally, analyzing the inner Dazai Osamu to the red-haired ghost girl.

It's such a shameful feeling.

Just like the benevolent plots of those juvenile comics, they try to use sincerity and affection to influence the 'enemy' in order to obtain help from the other camp.

Totally an afterthought, the level of frantically banging your head against the wall and forcing yourself to lose your memory on the spot.

At that time, the young mafia cadres who hadn't let themselves go yet, and kept some immature and sensitive, took only one second to decide what happened today, absolutely, absolutely not to be known by a third person!

He will take it into the coffin when he dies!

Various related and irrelevant thoughts ran wildly in Dazai Osamu's mind, and the boy's kite-colored pupils were fixed on the back of the red-haired ghost without moving.

Standing posture, the response of the muscles in the hands, and the changes in the breathing rate.

All the details that can be used as the basis for prediction are stored in the brain through Osamu Dazai's observing eyes.

[If it fails, as a last resort——]

The building representing the supreme leader of PortMafia passed before his eyes, and at the same time, the answer of the third son finally reached his ears.

"...Really, is Yokohama a place of good geomantic omen? How can you make such stupid friends?"

The red-haired ghost messenger turned his head and said with a helpless sigh.

【Successful. 】

Osamu Dazai stared at Sanzi, and slowly let go of the fingers that were stuck in the palm of his hand due to too much force.

Almost immediately after getting the answer he wanted, Osamu Dazai had come up with the prototype of a new plan.

Originally planned, the trickiest part was 'how to kill André Gide'.

As a victim of the battlefield and politics, Deputy Commander Andre Gide possesses extremely strong spear skills and melee combat capabilities, coupled with supernatural abilities similar to those of Oda, directly cut off the possibility of sneak attacks.

The most troublesome thing is that the other party is still seeking death and coming for the purpose of liberation, which makes it even more difficult to deal with.

Originally, the best way to deal with such a ghost-like elusive combat power is to predict his lair or trajectory in advance, hold him back with the same combat power, and finally apply a large-scale attack that cannot be avoided even if it is predicted. attack.

For example, nuclear bombs or natural disasters.

But now, he has a better choice.

In a certain container safe house at the port, Osamu Dazai looked at the information and abilities of Hyoudou Kazun on the data board, slightly bent his index finger, and flicked the file in his hand.

"Bingo - found, the inescapable 'final weapon'."

After solving the most troublesome part, the next thing is simple.

The stage is on the other side of the earth, a luxury cruise ship of unknown origin carrying a large number of vengeful spirits and perhaps a heroic spirit of a certain world on the Atlantic Ocean.

The protagonists are the chairman of the board of directors of Di Ai Group who has done a lot of evil, and the bereaved family members lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity for revenge.

Finally, add Chuya Nakahara, the envoy of justice, and the red-haired ghost who will definitely take action to solve it.

At this point, the whole picture of the plan is completely completed.

At this time, Mori Ogai, who thought he was holding the wisdom pearl, never dreamed that the highest combat force in Hong Kong and Black that he deliberately transferred away would become a trump card in the hands of the most feared subordinates after being separated by an Atlantic Ocean.

And the second one is the red-haired ghost messenger from Huangquan.

- "The most important thing is timing."

In a certain container in Yokohama Port, Osamu Dazai was sitting on a chair, with his head half-raised, his eyes fixed on the schedule that appeared to be graffiti and garbled characters in front of him, and his slender fingers tapped on the wall of the cup, making a clicking sound. Crisp sound.

There are two different combat powers between the slug and the red-haired ghost. With a little guidance, Hyoudou Kazun will not have a second path other than "supernatural power runaway".

"The timing when Hyoudou and Zunyi lost control of their abilities, the timing when Odasaku was shot and fell, the timing when [Angel of Death] appeared, and—"

"The timing of the arrival of Huangquan ghost messenger."

These three cannot be wrong.

Osamu Dazai stared fixedly at the file in front of him, and the light from the lighting fell into the boy's iris-colored pupils, reflecting a deep gleam.

A messy pile of materials was thrown in his hand, some of them were even scattered on the ground, piled up into a small mountain of paper.

These are plans that Osamu Dazai has calculated countless times and listed nearly a hundred possibilities.

Behind every possible extension, there is a corresponding measure.

At this moment, from the outside, this seemingly inconspicuous ordinary container, which is a homeless residence, seems to have become a huge cobweb secret room, and its owner is sitting quietly in it, holding the container in his hand. feeder.

No matter which choice you choose, in the end, it will guide the protagonists to the drawn end.

In the end, there were only three things left for Osamu Dazai to do.

One, take away the bullets in Oda Sakunosuke's double guns and replace them with special bullets with anesthesia effect.

Second, arrange the scene of the explosion and fire, and replace the owner of the curry shop and the five children with corpses of similar size.

as well as--

Thirdly, create the established fact of [the moment of Oda Sakunosuke's death].

*****

Somewhere outside the ballroom on a hill

Osamu Dazai lay on his stomach at the hidden shooting point, holding the sniper rifle with both hands, just like the hundreds of times of training before, he raised the crosshair steadily with the palm of his hand, aimed at the rear heart of the red-haired young man, and pulled the trigger.

bah—

The silenced bullet exited the muzzle of the gunsmoke gun, and at a speed of 1000 meters per second, it quietly attacked Oda Sakunosuke in the center of the room.

The red-haired young man who had predicted this scene five seconds ago did not hide, but raised his hand, and shot Andre Gide's wrist at the point of the sniper, preventing the other party's intention to shoot.

Then, he let the sniper bullet pass through his chest from behind, and fell down bleeding.

"No—!!! Sakunosuke!!!"

Andre Gide looked at the fallen Oda Sakunosuke in disbelief, and let out a tragic cry like a broken dream.

Truly a broken dream.

For this ghostly wandering in the world, desperate deputy commander, Oda Sakunosuke is his last hope of relief.

That's why he came here.

It was only after all the calculations by the organs that there was this life-and-death duel.

Seeing that the goal is about to be achieved, but lost at the last moment, witnessing the hope being shattered in front of his own eyes.

The huge impact made Andre Gide barely grip the gun in his hand, his wrist trembled, and his mind was briefly absent-minded.

It was this short, momentary loss of consciousness——

"Snapped."

Accompanied by the popcorn-like, crisp sound that suddenly came from the air.

A red-haired girl, holding a struggling and howling skull in her hand, appeared beside Oda Sakunosuke without warning.

At the same time, Osamu Dazai outside the house had already thrown away his sniper rifle and rushed into the abandoned dance hall.

"Boy Dazai! You did a good job!"

"This old man can't die! This old man won't die!"

"who!"

Three different shouts gathered together, and Gide's supernatural ability [Narrow Gate] and Hyoudou Kazun's supernatural ability [Flesh and White Bones] erupted at the same time.

The scattered red round tubes brought the will to survive to the extreme.

Almost at the moment when the third son appeared, he couldn't wait to plunge himself deep into the concrete ground under his feet, frantically absorbing the vitality of the living people within a hundred miles.

However, within a hundred li radius, there was no living person who could be his nourishment.

No, there is still one.

——In the remote hills where no one has set foot, except for the dead MICMIC soldiers, there are only four people in the abandoned dance hall.

The bullet just passed through Oda Sakunosuke, Onisha Miko, Dazai Osamu, and——

Andre Gide.

No need to think about it at all.It is self-evident who is the best choice compared to a dying person who is no longer useful, a young mafia who is unqualified in the world, and a red-haired ghost who cannot absorb life force.

Relying on the instinct of survival, the red round pipe pierced into the ground instantly drained the only 'vigorous' André Gide.

At the same time, Gide's bullet had already reached in front of Hyoudou Kazun, but the third son beside him frowned and separated him with a mace.

"Sorry, this scumbag can't die yet."

In his heart, the vitality of more than 300 passengers on the Wheel of Hope is still trapped.

"How, how could it be..."

Micmic's deputy commander, André Gide, fell down with a 'bang', his eyes wide open, and he was out of breath.

Probably until the second before he died, he didn't understand what happened.

But the only thing that is certain is that he has indeed ushered in the liberation he dreamed of.

It's just that he didn't die in a duel to the death, but at the hands of a despicable scumbag who could destroy both body and spirit.

"Hahaha, the old man is still alive, the old man is still—!"

"Hey, superpowers are forbidden."

Before Hyoudou Kazun could burst out laughing in ecstasy, a bandaged right hand stretched out from the side, and patted his cheek lightly like a ghost.

【】【】——! ! !

But it was only a few years in the blink of an eye, and Hyoudou Kazun didn't even have time to groan, just like that, under the supernatural ability of "Disqualification in the World", the bones were instantly shattered and turned into dirt and sand.

Until the end, the ecstasy of escape from death remained on his face.

- bang.

The blood-red heart fell into the gray sand, and the trapped vitality scattered, and quickly flew to where it should go.

Accompanied by the shattering of a shriveled heart, the sound of the propeller turning sounded outside the ballroom.

The third son raised his head and found a slender figure in a white shirt and a high-waisted skirt jumping off the helicopter. She strode into the room with elegant stiletto heels, almost stepping on the wind.

Osamu Dazai: "With Yosano..."

"Go aside!"

Before the kite-eyed boy could finish his words, the black-haired woman wearing a butterfly hair accessory rushed away in disgust, pushed Osamu Dazai aside, and then walked to the dying Oda Sakunosuke and squatted down.

The dark-haired woman stretched out her hand, frowning and said fiercely,

"My offer is expensive! You'd better please me, Port Mafia!"

The kite-eyed boy looked at the glowing butterfly under the woman's hand, and immediately relaxed as if leaning his body back, and exhaled lightly from his chest.

"Of course, Miss Doctor."

Osamu Dazai laughed with relief.

However, before Osamu Dazai could breathe a sigh of relief, a cold hand reached out from behind him and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

Well, that force is exactly the same as the one a few seconds ago when a boy with iris eyes slapped Kazuson Hyoudou on the face, sending him to death.

"That--boy Dazai, I'm sorry to bother you, but did you forget something?"

A kindly smiling voice rang in his ears.

Osamu Dazai froze immediately, like a rusty robot, turned his head one by one, and met a cute and delicate smiling face.

"Did I warn you?"

The third son looked at Dazai Osamu amiably, and the sharp mace was held by her right hand, hitting the palm of her left hand up and down, making a rhythmic sound of death.

"Second time to take advantage of loopholes in hell."

The third son counted Dazai Osamu's great achievements, raised his eyes and smiled slightly at the boy,

"Young man Dazai, this time it's not about throwing the wind on the roof, it's as simple as that~"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Osamu Dazai looked at the mace in the hand of the red-haired ghost messenger, and swallowed tremblingly with a thud.

……

…………

A series of unfavorable physical blows, mixed with a sound of inhumanity, and the wailing of the young man who made the listener cry came from behind.

However, a certain black-haired female doctor who was using [Please Don't Die] not only had no fluctuations in her heart, but even rolled her eyes indifferently.

Although I don't know the cause and effect, but in this situation, you can think of which party is at fault.

"I'm not going to heal another person, just do it to yourself, Port Mafia."

If it wasn't for the president and Luanbu to speak up, she wouldn't want to get involved with this group of people.But... It's a good pastime to let that trash suffer from being dumb.

Yosano Akiko curled the corners of her mouth.

After successfully curing Oda Sakunosuke, she quickly got up and left without staying for a moment, just like her initial sassy appearance.

But the red-haired ghost over there, who was beating the mackerel violently, noticed that before leaving, the female doctor with extraordinary abilities seemed to give her a hesitant look, wanting to say something, but finally gave up.

...Forget it, since the person involved gave up by himself, it shouldn't be a big deal.

Now, it really is more important here.

The third son squinted his eyes, condescendingly looked down at a trembling mafia cadre who was forced into a corner, moved his knuckles with a 'click', and slowly revealed a friendly smile.

"What are you running, young man Dazai, hell ghost messenger will relax your muscles and bones~"

So, when the comatose Oda Sakunosuke woke up and sat up from the ground full of blood, what he saw was the scene of his friend being mercilessly beaten by a strange red-haired girl with a hammer on the dog's head.

Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

After staring at the dead Gide's body for two seconds, the red-haired young man, out of his friend's conscience, offered a symbolic persuasion,

"Well, this lady, Dazai, my friend, looks like he's in pain."

"Oh, it hurts."

The red-haired girl with a mace straightened up, the weapon in her hand made a 'Duang' sound, brushed Osamu Dazai's hair, and smashed into the ground near the boy's ear.

The girl turned her head and said expressionlessly, "How can you stretch your muscles without pain? Don't worry, I won't die, at most three quarters."

"Ori, Odasaku...help me..."

Osamu Dazai, who was stepped on his back, stretched out his hand for help tremblingly, his handsome face was swollen like a pig's head,

"This is not stretching, this, this is torture, murder, hell...conspiracy, murder!"

... Hell ghosts.

Oda Sakunosuke suddenly realized.

He stood up from the ground, completely ignoring Dazai Osamu's hopeful eyes, and nodded to the third son with a solemn apology,

"I'm very sorry to let you go for nothing. I will do my best to repay this kindness."

Odasaku paused for a moment, then continued: "For Dazai, please save his life."

"...Odasaku?!!!" A boy in bandages turned pale with shock.

Odasaku was expressionless: "I'm sorry Dazai."

"Actually, I'm still a little angry about you lying to me and tricking the children into feigning death. So, please take a beating for a while, and then I will take you to the doctor."

With a click, the watery hope on Dazai Osamu's face suddenly froze and shattered to the ground.

"correct."

The red-haired girl who was enthusiastically helping human beings 'mobilize their muscles and bones' stopped her heroic gesture of waving a mace as if thinking of something.

She squatted down instead, and poked Tai Mouzhi's pig-headed face with her finger: "Young Dazai, I heard that you are a very powerful mafia cadre?"

"It's just right, lend me a boat, the kind that can legally cross the border and can hold 300 people."

"Crossing the sea border?"

Oda Sakunosuke was taken aback for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "Miss Guicha is going abroad?"

"Do not."

The third son turned his head and said with a smile, "He is going to pick up my reliable deputy captain."