The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Silence, silence is the deck of the day.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the assistant ghost and god expressionlessly, holding his third son firmly in his arms.

It seems that the surface is stable and motionless like a mountain, but inside, his brain is frantically erupting ideas to the extent that it is no less than the explosion of the universe.

Coupled with the prelude to the Symphony of Destiny, it can be said to be truly ups and downs and magnificent.

Father?

What father?

Oh, it's the father of this comic schmuck...

--Etc., etc! ! !Father? ! !So he just threatened her father in front of the third son!

clear!sky!clap!Thunder!

An invisible thunderbolt 'boomed' and struck Zhongyuan Zhongye's back.

The ochre-haired boy had a stiff face, and looked down at the ghost girl with reddened cheeks and closed eyes, and then looked up to a meter away, holding a mace, his face was full of displeasure, and even his mouth turned into an "m" The shape of the assistant officer of hell.

Immediately, the ferocious superpower red light all over his body was like a power outage, and it was put away in a second of '咻'.

The red-haired boy cleared his throat in embarrassment: "Cough, hello, I'm Zhongye in the Central Plains."

Assistant ghost officer: "Hello."

Then there was an enigmatic silence.

In the silence, there seemed to be a strange chill mixed in.

The two non-human male creatures stood facing each other like this, neither of them admitted defeat with big eyes and small eyes.

The kind that doesn't even blink.

I don't know, I thought it was some kind of strange duel scene.

In the next second, the tall, black-haired old father was about to 'Duang' lift up the mace, and knock the brown-haired dwarf on the opposite side who was holding his daughter tightly into three pieces.

Then throw them all into the most remote mountain in the eight cold hells, and let the other party go to keep company with the polar bear and the snow man.

Central Plains Chuya, a cold behind.

Just when he thought this strange confrontation would last until dark, the red-haired girl who was hugged in his arms seemed to sense a familiar aura, her eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes tightly. Eyelids, looking sideways,

"……dad?"

The third son's weak voice sounded on the deck, and at the same time broke the weird 'stare match' between the gravity user and his old father.

Ghost Lamp paused for a moment, then gave a 'tsk' sound of compromise, and put away the mace in his hand.

He walked two steps away from Nakahara Nakaya, then stopped and turned around, turning his back with his knees slightly bent.

The ochre-haired boy understood.

Then he stepped forward and carefully placed the girl on the assistant officer's back.

The two (?) obviously met for the first time, and the atmosphere was not particularly friendly, but they seemed to have a tacit understanding in their treatment of the red-haired girl.

As soon as she lay on the assistant officer's back, the half-conscious ghost girl was like a baby bird returning to her nest, and expertly wrapped her arms around her father's neck.

She rubbed her face against the fabric of the kimono as she did when she was a child, and the brows that were frowning because of the pain were slightly relaxed, showing a relieved expression.

The ghost lamp with the person on its back straightened up, squinted at Zhongya Zhongyuan with an inexplicable meaning.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

So angry, what is this feeling of 'losing'?

But after thinking about it, PortMafia's Gravity Envoy is already a mature and reliable quasi-cadre, so of course he wouldn't impulsively reach out and pull people off the opponent's back.

After placing the girl, Zhong did not back away.

He ignored the old father's steel knife-like gaze and the eye knife that was about to be thrown on his face, he stretched out his hand naturally, and pressed the back of his finger against the girl's hot cheek,

Then he affectionately stroked the strand of hair stuck to the girl's eyes behind her ear.

"She'll be fine."

Zhongyuan Zhong also withdrew his hand, a pair of cobalt blue pupils stared straight at the ghost lamp without avoiding it,

"Mr. Ghost Lantern, the third son will entrust you for the time being."

For now please?This is really an incredible protagonist's tone.

The red-haired boy didn't know that his expression at this time was almost the same as that of every man when he faced his lover's father.

Oh, and by the way, a provocative statement was added.

The Ghost Assistant Officer narrowed his eyes meaningfully.

Hoho~ You are very courageous.

He looked at Chuya Nakahara carefully for a while, and suddenly said: "If you are worried, are you going to hell?"

It sounded like he was asking Zhongye of the Central Plains if he dared to go to hell as a living person.

But the red-haired boy intuitively felt that there was another meaning in the assistant officer's words.

"Then I'd rather be respectful than..."

Zhong Yuan raised his eyebrows and was about to answer.

"dad……"

The sleepy third son suddenly half-opened his eyes and interrupted the boy's words.

She tugged at her old father's neckline with her fingers, and said in a low voice,

"Don't bully Teacher Zhongyuan, Dad."

Especially when the young god is not very smart, trick him to go to hell to do a long-term job, daba.

"Well, then there is no way."

Ghost Lantern glanced at Nakahara Chuya, whose eyes were almost glued to his own daughter's face, and said with regret that he had given up the "kidnapping plan".

What a good social animal wage earner.

But it doesn't matter, sooner or later he will fall into hell.

The black-haired assistant officer thought silently.

*****

at the same time

On the bow deck, when everyone was quietly watching the "Wheel of Hope" sink into the bottom of the sea, no one noticed that one of their accomplices retreated quietly.

It is the big tube wheel on the wheel of hope.

He avoided the crowd, walked into the freighter's toilet alone, and locked the door of the toilet compartment.

After standing there for a while, the middle-aged man took out a scarecrow tied with a red string from his jacket pocket, and looked at it quietly for a long time.

Then he smiled in relief, and threw the scarecrow into the toilet.

"Hyoudou Kazun is dead, this is useless."

The middle-aged man said, and pressed the flush button on the bucket lid.

*****

The first assistant took his daughter back to hell.

As a quasi-cadre, Chuya Nakahara naturally returned to Yokohama following the cargo ship of Hong Kong and Hei.

When it happens to be able to pass through certain countries, it can handle some armed incidents in Europe between Hong Kong and black.

The accompanying subordinates in black suits didn't think anything was wrong, but occasionally found that their boss seemed to be out of his mind.

Several times I saw the prospective cadres of the Central Plains, staring at their mobile phones in a daze.

After editing a paragraph of text, it was deleted quickly, and then, as if broken and shy, I squatted behind the container with my head scratched, and messed up my hair.

"Uh……"

At this time, these middle-aged men in black suits who have already established families and businesses will quietly retreat back the same way, and considerately leave a tangled personal space for their young boss.

Then they turned around and gathered together in a gossip.

They didn't speak, just smiled at each other without saying a word, lit a cigarette, and spit out a smoke ring towards the sky.

So, this is, Thinking Spring——

[It's not thinking about puberty! 】

In the uninhabited corner of the freighter, Zhongyuan Zhong also closed the searched page with a guilty conscience, but forgot to delete the most important browsing history.

So, a certain gravity-driven quasi-cadre, on the surface, looks decisive and majestic, but if someone steals his personal mobile phone, he will find it by opening the browsing history.

Well, in fact, in private, I often hide in the corner and search for things such as——

"My heart beats faster when I think of my friends", "I feel uncomfortable when I see my friends and my father being close", "How long does it take to recover from a fever", "Will the hell network break down" and other questions that make people smile.

Of course, no matter how many times you search, except for the last question that occasionally pops up, inexplicable urban legends like 'hell communication, revenge'.

For the rest of the questions, Zhongyuan only got countless similar answers.

They are unified into one sentence, which is——

[Young man, you are thinking. Puberty is here. 】

"...That's why I said it's not puberty!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also grabbed the phone like a fury and yelled at the screen.

But soon, he lowered the volume in response.

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head and scanned his surroundings vigilantly, and lowered his head reassuringly when he found that no one heard him.

He looked at the search page for a moment, then exited directly, and skillfully opened the communication page with a comic idiot.

The chat interface still stays at a few days ago, where the third son told him that he had 'arrived home'.

After that, Zhong Yuanzhong did not receive any reply from the red-haired girl.

That idiot, are you all right?

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought absently, and habitually pulled his finger down on the screen.

The page was refreshed, and after the progress bar reached the end, the communication interface popped up again.

Well, nothing else would change anyway.

The red-haired boy casually glanced at the new information that had just been swiped out, and pressed his hand blankly,... Wait? ? ?new information!

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head suddenly, and quickly turned on the phone.

A new unread message did pop up on the interface, which looked like a picture.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't even think about where to open the picture.

The buffered flowers turned around, and finally, in the boy's staring eyes, the whole picture was shown——

It's a photo I just took.

In the photo, the red-haired girl is squatting under a tree full of peach blossoms, wearing clothes that look like a sick patient, holding a rabbit in her arms, smiling big, and making V gestures to the camera.

Behind her seems to be a 'Han Fang shop'-like room.

The assistant officer called Ghost Lantern was holding a mace and pounding it hard on the face of a young man wearing a white hood.

Below the photo was written a comment:

【"Mr. Zhongyuan, I'm fine now! PS. There is a new batch of peach blossom wine in Taoyuan Township. If you sincerely cry and beg me, it's not impossible to bring you some!"】

...Hmph, who would cry and beg you, idiot.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the red-haired girl's rejuvenated smiling face for a while, then snorted softly, and typed the next paragraph.

If there is a mirror at this time, the boy will find out how suitable the expression on his face is for the word 'youth'.

At least, it caused the black suits who almost strayed into the place to retreat back the same way, and started to cut melons together gossip.

After such a pleasant business trip, Nakahara finally returned to Yokohama after half a month.

Then, just as the red-haired boy stepped into the gate of Hong Kong Hei with his left foot, he was greeted by the bad news of "It's not good, Dazai cadres have defected, Mr. Zhongyuan, your garage has been bombed".

"Bastard Dazai—!"

The ochre-haired boy was about to get angry, when he suddenly clenched his fisted hand and reacted,

"Sister, what did you just say? Dazai defected?!"

Koyo Ozaki nodded.

So... Sanzi's manga really guessed right?

Because the leader doesn't like ramen noodles, the cadres couldn't bear it and defected heartily——

No, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible.

"What did the leader say?" Zhong Yuan asked seriously.

Defecting is no small matter.

What's more, the person who defected was one of the five cadres who knew all the details of PortMafia.

"Hmm... Ogai-sama's words—"

Surprisingly, when referring to Mori Ogai, the always sassy and glamorous female cadres showed a complex expression of sympathy and schadenfreude.

Koyo Ozaki raised her hand, covered the corners of her mouth with her wide sleeves, and said meaningfully,

"Chuya, let's not disturb Ogai-sama for the time being."

Well, after all, even the leader of Mafia is a poor middle-aged uncle after all.

……puff.

"Huh?" Zhong Yuanzhong also looked puzzled.

****

At the same time, on the top floor of the headquarters building, the chief's office

The heavy European-style door was tightly closed, and the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire Yokohama Port were completely blocked by the lowered partitions even after the power was turned on.

In the dimly lit room, voices that sounded like mourning and weeping "Xiku Xiku" floated out from behind the large desk.

The blond-haired humanoid at the side of the coffee table had veins twitching on his forehead, and he couldn't bear it and slapped the table hard.

The huge force shook the desserts on the coffee table and a few pieces of paper-like objects to jump up and down.

"It's making a lot of noise to Rintaro!"

"If you have time to cry there, you should come and help!"

Don't even turn on the light, do you want me to go blind!

"But, but, Alice-chan, my savings... woo woo woo."

With random sad cries, a head with a worrying hairline popped out from behind the desk.

The majestic Mori Ogai outside, biting his handkerchief bitterly at the moment, burst into tears at his own ability,

"Dazai-kun, he maxed out all my cards, hey, I will never be able to buy you a small skirt again."

Alice: "..."

you deserve it.

The cute face of the blond loli is full of indifference.

That's right, Osamu Dazai, one of the terrific double blacks, not only blew up the treasure garage of his hapless partner Chuya Nakahara, but also sent a freighter out.

This was not over yet, he even ruthlessly wiped out all the private coffers of a certain black-haired leader.

It is said that they bought all kinds of weird desserts, medical equipment and cat doll toys, and sent them to their old enemy, the Armed Detective Agency.

When receiving the bill, Koyo Ozaki swore that Mori Ogai's face was green at the time.

Of course, these are nothing compared to what happened next.

Alice stared at the scraps of paper on the coffee table, amazed.

We all know, ah, it seems that not everyone knows, forget it, this is not the point——

The point is, anyone who knows the inside story knows that Mori Ogai has long coveted the 'Permission for Ability' for a long time.

Including the chaos caused by Micmic in Yokohama this time, the disappearance of the spy Ango Sakaguchi and the breakup and departure of Osamu Dazai are all goals that Mori Ogai has planned for a long time.

Although the entire plan was in the process of being implemented, it seemed that something went wrong.

Oda Sakunosuke, who was supposed to die with Gide, not only survived, but also defected together with one of the five major cadres of Hong Kong and black.

But since he got the power license and Osamu Dazai left PortMafia smoothly, as a big-hearted leader, he naturally wouldn't say much.

What's more, before leaving, a certain kite-eyed boy copied countless confidential materials from Hong Kong and Hei as a threat.

At this point, Mori Ogai said: It’s okay, it’s a small thing, it’s all in the plan.

Until he returned to the chief's office, carefully opened the box containing the certificate, and was ready to appreciate the results of his plan——

slap.

The expression on Mori Ogai's face suddenly shattered.

His, precious, supernatural power license signed and issued by Taneda Shantou, the head of the Supernatural Special Affairs Section, was cut into a window grille! !

That's right, it was cut into window grilles! ! ! !

Moreover, the fragments were specially collected and spelled into a big line——

[I quit!Pooh! 】

Mori Ogai: "..."

The leader of PortMafia was only a little away from dying of myocardial infarction on the spot.

****

At the same time, the survivors who landed also ushered in their final ending.