The lover that gravity makes is wrong

When Osamu Dazai, one of the five cadres, defected, PortMafia fell into confusion for a short period of time.

Of course, the so-called 'confusion' here means that they are not sure how to treat this former cadre, and to put it more bluntly-

【Do you want to chase him down】

After all, Mori Ogai, the leader of the top organization, did not issue a clear order to kill, and the attitudes of the remaining two cadres made people wonder.

So much so that Hong Kong and Black's assassination team, which specializes in cleaning up defections, kept a state of 'opening one eye and closing one eye' for quite a long time when faced with a camel figure that occasionally appeared.

When encountering the most, they chased and killed a few streets symbolically, and then retreated.

Anyway, PortMafia's anti-tracking mechanism was also designed by this person after all.

If you count it seriously, they may not be able to catch people.

Of course, this was still when Akutagawa Ryunosuke was not around.

As a superhuman who was brought back by Osamu Dazai himself and took over part of his authority, Ryunosuke Akutagawa can be said to be the most unacceptable person in Hong Kong? Heiress who defected from Osamu Dazai.

To him, Osamu Dazai is both a mentor and a person who hopes to be recognized.

Such a "flawless" existence like a guiding light suddenly left the path that led him into it without a word, to Akutagawa Ryunosuke is no less than the collapse of life.

Ever since, this guy's daily routine is to complete the task, dragging his wounds, and search all over Yokohama for the trace of his former boss.

As one of the old double blacks, Chuya Nakahara tried to enlighten him several times, but all of them failed with the answer of "I must find Mr. Dazai and get his approval".

After a long time, everyone in Hong Kong and black saw that he did not affect their work, so they let him go.

By the way, thanks to the defection of a certain mackerel, Nakahara Nakaya, as a former partner, had to take over part of the work left by Osamu Dazai, which made the already insufficient personal time even more precarious.

This time I came to Tokyo to negotiate with the [Inukane Group], which is one of the remaining tasks.

Fortunately, the other party also has the willingness to continue to cooperate. In addition, not long ago, the cadre Yamamoto Kentaro represented the Inukane Group. On the Wheel of Hope, he accepted a lot of favors from Hong Kong and Hei. personnel changes.

"Damn mackerel, if you come across it, I will definitely kill you."

Arriving in Tokyo early in the morning, Nakahara Nakaya, who didn't even have time to take a bite of the breakfast bought by a certain red-haired girl, held the back of his neck with one hand, muttered dissatisfiedly, and opened the door of the noodle shop he frequented.

Then as soon as they entered the door, they looked at each other with a fugitive traitor who was holding a bowl and chatting happily.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Osamu Dazai put down his chopsticks and greeted with a smile: "Ya Zhongya, long time no see, you can share a table here!"

Tsk, who wants to share a table with you?The rare ramen will become unpalatable!

Zhongyuan Zhong also clicked his tongue.

Although I really wanted to say that, I threw the ramen and the table onto the mackerel's face.

But considering that the occasion was wrong, the red-haired boy still frowned, walked to the table opposite Osamu Dazai and sat down.

"Welcome! Brother Zhongyuan, is it still the same?"

The boss stuck his head out from the bar and greeted him warmly.

"Oh, sorry to trouble you."

Nakahara also nodded in response, and when he turned his face to look at Osamu Dazai, his expression was tense, and a sharp fierce light flashed in his cobalt blue pupils.

"You guy, you are very courageous. You dare to appear in front of me like this. Why, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Don't say that, Chuya, I'm just a diner just here to fill my stomach."

Osamu Dazai stirred the noodles with chopsticks, and smiled reassuringly,

"Besides, the leader of your organization didn't issue a hunting order, did he? Just deal with me here without authorization, carefully destroying Mr. Mori's important plan."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Osamu Dazai for a while, and after a while, he took the initiative to put away the killing intent in his eyes, and snorted unwillingly,

"...you're lucky."

"So, you bastard appeared here on purpose, what are you thinking about?"

"I said it all, it's just a coincidence."

Osamu Dazai kept the smile on his face, and suddenly said,

"Chuya, if a man is too suspicious, he will be hated by the person he likes!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at his former partner after hearing the words: "You don't need to worry about this."

...Wow, there is no negative meaning at all.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows in surprise at the boy's answer.

He held his chin, looked up and down, and said meaningfully:

"Chuya, I didn't expect you to look at the innocent high school boy, and the speed of your attack is not slow. Tsk, but it's still too gentle."

"Speaking of which, Valentine's Day is coming, do you need me to help you?"

What help?

The brown-haired boy looked at Osamu Dazai warily, and was about to refuse.

But when he saw the black mobile phone in the opponent's hand, his face suddenly changed, and he subconsciously reached out to touch the pocket——

Sure enough, his phone was gone.

"You bastard, when—!"

Chuya Nakahara gritted his teeth, and was about to stand up and grab the phone back, but unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai took the first step, put the phone back on the table, and returned it to him.

"?"

So sensible?Could it be that the phone was poisoned?

The red-haired boy, who knew how bad his former partner was, did not reach out rashly, but carefully glanced at the phone on the table.

The screen of the mobile phone was on, and the page happened to be stopped not long ago, the interface where Zhongyuan Zhongye was chatting with the ghost girl.

So far, everything is fine.

Except for one thing, under the head portrait of the hat representing Zhongyuan Zhongye, there was a line of successful sending message suddenly out of thin air, and a sentence was written on it——

【——"The clear moonlight is like you. The bright star is you. I don’t know when the spring breeze will stop, and I don’t know when I will miss you. I really want to see you."]

Nakahara Chuya's expression cracked.

Ask, not long ago, he used the method of 'marriage session' to trick him into getting a little closer to a certain red-haired idiot.

Now that a love poem suddenly passes by, how likely is it to scare people away?

The first reaction of the ochre-haired boy when he recovered was to pick up his phone and frantically click to withdraw.

However, he was still a step too late, the message on the screen had already displayed 'read' one step earlier.

Well, read it.

——and then did not return.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at the phone screen for 20 seconds.

Then at the second of No.20, he slowly raised his head and looked at the instigator.

There is a saying that is good.

No matter how expressionless your face is, you can't hide the look in your eyes that wants to kill someone.

Dangerous!

The moment he met his former partner's eyes, Osamu Dazai's whole body suddenly stood up.

The next moment, he almost used his body skills and reflexes over the years to the extreme——

The kite-eyed boy jumped up from the chair, and was about to slip away successfully.

Bah!

Nakahara was also faster than him, and with five fingers, he grabbed Osamu Dazai's head like a basketball, and slammed the opponent's face on the table.

The hard head collided with the table, making a huge noise, which attracted the surrounding diners to look over in horror.

On the contrary, the owner of the ramen shop, after looking in the direction of the two of them with his head, continued to retract his head and calmly fish for noodles.

"Is it time to get noodles now! Boss, boss??? It's amazing over there!"

Some diners yelled in disbelief.

"Oh, it's just a conflict between partners. It's a common thing in the industry. Brother Zhongyuan has a sense of proportion and won't kill anyone."

The owner of the ramen shop waved his hand, as if he was used to it,

"By the way, guest, did you just say that you want the noodles harder or softer?"

While waving his hands, a part of the boss's arm hidden under his sleeve flashed past the eyes of the diners.

Only then did the latter see clearly that the arm was covered with cyan flower tattoos, and it was obvious that he was born in a famous side job.

Speaking of, speaking of it, is there a famous gang around here called the 'Inujin Group'?

The diners from other places were in a trance, and for a while, they all bowed their heads honestly, as quiet as a chicken.

In contrast, the atmosphere at the table of the two young people seemed particularly noisy.

"It hurts, it hurts!!" The black-haired boy whose face was pressed on the table yelled in pain.

And the red-haired boy who was irritated not only did not let go, but his eyes were looking down like a demon king, and the black air almost crawled out from his deliberately slowed down voice.

"Too-zai-"

"!!!"

Osamu Dazai and the surrounding diners all shook their backs.

boss!Wouldn't this really kill people?

That boy with brown hair looks like he really wants to tear the NPC into pieces!

Although it seemed like such a complaint, the guests in the ramen room didn't ask anything, they just lowered their heads and speeded up the ramen noodles.

They didn't care about the embarrassment that they were about to put their faces into the noodle bowl, they just wanted to finish eating quickly, pay the money and escape from the scene.

Woohoo, Tokyo is scary, and so are the ramen shops in Tokyo!

A drop of cold sweat fell from Dazai Osamu's forehead.

Oops, seems to have overdone it.

Just by hearing the voice, the kite-eyed boy knew something was wrong.

Just when he thought he would lie in the infirmary of the detective agency for ten days and a half months.

Suddenly, there was a 'ding', and the mobile phone Zhongya Zhongye was holding rang softly as a reminder.

A notification of new news popped up on the lock screen, causing the two of them to have a meal at the same time, and Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head to look.

Third son, reply to the message.

*****

Sanzi was desperately fighting Deadline when he received the text message.

In this exhausting scene, I was on summer vacation with my students, and it was only on the last day that I remembered that I hadn't moved a single word of my homework in nine subjects.

So I could only bear the tears, and with the "feather duster of love" with the parents behind me, I staged a light, a pen, and a miracle in one night.

Of course, the third son is not so miserable.

At least a ghostly old father, who looks extremely stern on the surface, might stand in front of the third son who is rushing to draft, and say condescendingly, "I've done it myself, let me reflect on it" or something like that.

But in fact, within a few seconds, several familiar dead people knocked on the door of the third son's dormitory.

They skillfully propped up the small tables they brought with them, sat down in a circle, and took over the work of blackening the dot background and so on.

"Yamaguchi, I chose the wrong dot paper, I should use number one here."

"Xiao Shui! How do you draw the background here! It's cute, majestic and evil, does this kind of aura really exist?"

"Shizuku, please take care of me, am I not as good-looking as my third son?"

Well, it also comes with an 'assistant commander', which is quite reassuring except for being a bit noisy.

It's just that the details can be handed over to the assistants for help, and the third son must work hard on the plot concept.

"Think...can't think..."

"Ah! I can't think of it!"

The red-haired ghost girl scratched her head and howled miserably, knocked her forehead on the workbench as if giving up, and let out a desperate wailing.

"Xiao Shui, is it really alright to leave the third son alone?"

The dead brown-haired girl with a side ponytail looked at the workbench with a crack in her heart and asked worriedly.

By the way, she seemed to know how the strange cracks on the edge of the seemingly incomparably solid countertop came about.

"Never mind, this is the first time."

Kenji Yamaguchi, who is in charge of the network, said, "Every year, adults have to stage the Valentine's Day special issue. It's just a common thing."

"That's right, the third son is really not good at the subject of love."

The only one who did nothing, said Haru Yoshida, who was holding his wife to fish.

"Eh? But isn't the Valentine's Day special issue a regular episode of the manga? This time readers are also looking forward to it, especially Yuki Rin and Lina-chan's love poetry support."

Natsume Asako glanced at the red-haired errand lying on the workbench in surprise, pretending to be a dead body.

She was the last one to come down, so she didn't know much about the past record of a certain red-haired girl.

"Speaking of such a painful thing, how did the third son solve the plot of the Valentine's Day special in the past?"

Mizutani Shizuku was expressionless: "In "Primary School Detective", the third son directly used the story of Chun and I to draw a set of four-panel cartoons of the victim."

Kenji Yamaguchi continued: "In "Onmyoji decides to be a teacher", the third son ran to Abei Seimei to collect materials, and then came to the conclusion that 'love will only affect the speed of the protagonist's drawing spells', which made the protagonist fall in love."

Yoshida Haru finally raised his hand happily to finish: "Hey, hey, during the last "God of Superpowers", Master Sanzi didn't do anything!"

"My lord added a box of coffee jelly to the plot, with a note that it tastes like chocolate roses!"

Then, for some unknown reason, he died suddenly and was cut in half.

Natsume Asako: "..."

Third son, you are really perfunctory year after year that is visible to the naked eye.

That being said, due to the mediocre sales of the previous comics and their direct cut in half, the editor turned a blind eye to this kind of perfunctory behavior year after year, but...

""Maria" must not work."

Natsume Asako looked at the first draft in her hand, "It's rare to see such an interesting and popular one. Editor Shiratori will definitely not let Sanko mess around."

...that's right.

The red-haired girl lying on the workbench and pretending to be dead suddenly let out a stressful hiccup.

In order to prevent the third son from drawing any anti-human plots during the Valentine's Day special issue, her editor, Shiratori This Life, launched a two-month urging battle starting from the text messages of New Year greetings.

The content of the text messages, from routine daily greetings to the last box of money notes, gradually developed in a bad direction.

By the way, the last time Shiratori's editor sent me an animation video.

In the video, the gold medal editor tied a hemp rope to the eaves of his house, and then circled a ring at the end.

He just stood on the chair like this, with his head stuck into the hemp rope loop, his eyes were piercing, staring at the camera lens as if he was dead, and demonstrated with practical actions what is called——

"Teacher Sanzi, if you dare to scribble or coo casually, I, Shiratori, will hang on your door beam in this lifetime!"

Natsume Chaoko's eyes were shocked: "Wow...Editor Shiratori is really hardworking."

But it's no wonder that "Maria" can now be regarded as the pillar work of the comic club.

Popular characters Yuki Rin and Lena-chan's Valentine's Day "love poem support" has been used as a selling point in the agency for a long time, and it has been hyped.

Who doesn't want to see their favorite goddess holding chocolates and shyly talking about love?

"Well... well! Anyway, come on! Mistress, you can definitely do it! Yu—ki Rin~"

The cute dead girl clenched her fists and stood by the workbench, imitating Yuki Rin's stage gestures to cheer up the third son.

To this, a certain red-haired girl responded by lying on the workbench as if she was dead, with a piece of broken thoughts coming out of her mouth like she was confessing her last words,

"Hehehe, you can't draw destruction, right? Valentine's Day is a tragedy from the very beginning, so it's normal for a tragedy to end, right? Editor Shiratori, please go, don't worry, it's hell, I will treat you well -"

Wow!Have you already started arranging the affairs of Editor Shiratori?

Natsume Chaoko was shocked, boldly grabbed the third son's shoulder and shook vigorously,

"...Cheer up, Lord Sanzi! It's not time to give up yet!"

"No, it's the end of the mountain, hehehehe."

The red-haired girl sneered.

The rest of the people fished for fish, and those who posted outlets continued to post outlets.

No way, it's not that they don't have sympathy, the main reason is that similar plots have been staged countless times, and they are used to it.

Moreover, anyway, things will turn around in the end.

The big deal is to visit the poets of the Edo period who are still in hell, fool the past with jerky haiku, and create an atmosphere.

Just when everyone had already considered the final solution for the third son, the red-haired girl's mobile phone on the workbench suddenly lit up with a 'ding' sound.

A new message pops up.

Natsume Chaoko, who happened to be standing next to her, looked down subconsciously, and a love poem so soft that it made people tremble in love was directly reflected in her eyes.

——【"The clear moonlight is like you. The bright star is you. I don’t know when the spring breeze will stop, and I don’t know when I will miss you. I really want to see you."】(①)

The brown-haired deceased girl choked for breath.

The next second, she suddenly screamed "Woo!", her cheeks flushed with excitement, she held her face in one hand, and frantically slapped Sanzi on the back with the other.

"Ah! Master Sanzi is really good! Isn't this a lover who is good at talking about love! Woowawa, so shy!"

The third son who was suddenly beaten: "Huh? Lover?"

when?Why doesn't she know?

A question mark appeared on the head of the red-haired girl. She followed Natsume Asako's line of sight and looked at the phone screen suspiciously.

The next moment, Sanzi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared blankly at the phone interface.