The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Now, Inside the Ramen House in Tokyo

Nakahara let go of Dazai Osamu's head, with a tense face, his fingers were slightly stiffly pressed on the phone screen, and he clicked on the red-haired girl's new reply.

The moment the screen was swiped open, a cheering text twittered into Zhongya Zhongya's eyes.

The love is so sincere that the latter can almost make the latter hallucinate a certain red-haired ghost girl with emerald green pupils and a puppy-like appearance at the moment.

[——"Thank you, Teacher Zhongyuan! From now on, you are my god! Can I use this poem for Lina-chan? Master Zhongyuan, can you? Can you?"]

Nakahara Chuya's eyes paused for a moment on the phrase 'my god', and suddenly he chuckled, with the corners of his lips curled up.

Like magic, the tense murderous intent and rigid expression on the boy's face faded away, like a cold and hard surface being melted by the gentle spring breeze.

Osamu Dazai, who was muttering and rubbing his forehead, was taken aback by the certain emotion in his eyes, and then he showed an expression of being surrounded by a group of Teddy.

However, the smile on the lips of the ochre-haired boy hadn't had time to fully spread out. The next moment, another sentence popped up on the screen, which made Zhong Yuanzhong's mouth twitch upwards, and fell down again.

【——"By the way, I will also prepare Valentine's Day chocolates for Mr. Zhongyuan this year! Special order orders are accepted, but Jiu Xin's da baa!"]

'Also', what does that mean?

Zhongyuan Zhong also showed vigilance, like a large carnivore in the field, wary of competitors.

Who else is she going to prepare chocolate for?

That assistant officer named 'Ghost Lantern', who else?

The red-haired boy's expression and mood changed so quickly that Osamu Dazai, who was opposite him, could not help but shake his head and let out a sound of disgust when he saw it.

No need to read text messages on your phone at all.

With his toes, Osamu Dazai could guess what the third lady replied, so that this slimy slug showed the expression of 'killing the world and stealing the family'.

"Chuya, a man's jealous face is ugly, how about being a little more magnanimous?"

The kite-eyed boy gloated and said.

Nakahara also squinted at Osamu Dazai, and unceremoniously exposed the opponent's background: "About this point, you are the one who is the least qualified to say that."

Dazai smiled and said nothing.

****

Regarding the topic of love, although PortMafia is an economically violent organization, it has a group of gossiping men in black suits who are comparable to market aunts, so they discussed it in private for a while.

For example, 'what kind of women do the big shots like'.

For this reason, they also opened a topic in the Hong Kong and black forums, thinking that they were covert, and then placed their bets.As everyone knows, the behavior of this group of silly roe deer has long been noticed by the black-haired leader.

"Well, having fun with subordinates once in a while is also helpful for the stable development of the organization."

Mori Ogai said seriously.

Then when he turned his head, he pressed one yen in the column where Osamu Dazai was destined to be alone for the rest of his life.

Ozaki Momiji: "... Ogai-sama, you are so generous."

With the secret support of the big boss, what was originally a gossip for self-entertainment suddenly evolved into an internal official intelligence investigation of PortMafia.

According to reliable internal sources, the leader's answer at that time was "a lovely person like Alice", and the Ozaki Momiji officer did not speak.

Nakahara Chuya, who is still the 'jewel king', answered 'a person with elegant temperament'.

As for the other double black who was unanimously voted by everyone, unless the Virgin Mary reappears, she will definitely die alone——

"Huh? The type you like?"

At that time, the black-haired boy with a large coat on his shoulders and a bandage on his right eye turned his face to the side, smiled at the questioner, and said something very thoughtful and frightening,

"Any type is fine, but if you have to say it—yes, it's better to be someone who 'doesn't ask too many questions'."

"After all, this kind is more convenient to shape."

The mafia who asked tremblingly: "..."

……shape?

Dazai-sama just used the word 'shape' right?

Thinking of the weeping ladies who were deceived and could line up all the way from Yokohama Bay to Tokyo Bay, the mafia who asked the question shuddered silently, and out of a certain intuition about the crisis, they didn't dare to ask more detailed questions.

However, he still chose to mourn for the unfortunate lady for two seconds in his heart.

—if she really existed.

After that, this answer was successfully published on the internal forum of Hong Kong and Black.

Everyone watched Osamu Dazai's answer and fell into a long silence.

At this moment, they confirmed again——

【I'm sure!Unless the Virgin Mary reappears, Mr. Dazai will definitely die alone! 】

****

Even though he was ridiculed by his rival mackerel, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't think there was anything wrong with his desire to 'completely monopolize'.

Leaving aside love and affection, his job is exclusive.

They're the Mafia.

Even with a well-groomed suit on the surface, there are certain things inside that cannot be concealed.

If they are really caught, the person [wanting to get it]——

At least, in some romantic TV dramas, it is absolutely impossible to stand behind the person you like, give affectionately, and be willing to support.

A certain competitor suddenly disappeared, and the possibility of a bucket of sealing cement suddenly appearing in Yokohama Bay is not low.

This is the feeling of Mafia.

—Despicable and shameless.

****

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat back on the chair after replying to the message.

Coincidentally, the cooked ramen was brought by the boss himself and placed in front of the red-haired boy.

The generous amount of char siu and soup is steaming in the bowl, and the tangy aroma spreads on the table.

The hot air of the noodle soup floated up like a transparent belt, and the mist blocked the vision of the two young people sitting opposite each other, making everything blurry.

The red-haired boy broke apart a pair of wooden chopsticks, picked up a bunch of hot noodles with the tip of the chopsticks, put it to his mouth and blew gently.

"call."

The steaming heat was blown away, and the blurred vision became clear again.

"Dazai."

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his eyelashes, staring at the noodles on the chopsticks expressionlessly, and his calm statement sounded on the dining table, not simply asking for opinions, but an undeniable warning.

"No matter what your idea is, in short, stay away from her."

"Things on the wheel of hope will only happen once."

The ochre-haired boy raised his eyes as he spoke, and his cobalt blue pupils silently fell on the face of the person opposite.

His eyes were so quiet that there was no extra emotion, as calm as a long knife in a scabbard.

Only the slightly exposed edge of the blade shone with a sharp light.

Nakahara Chuya: "What's your answer?"

……

…………

Zhongyuan Zhong also quickly finished his noodles and left.

Osamu Dazai was left alone, leaning back in his chair.

It wasn't until the ocher-haired mafia had completely disappeared from the crowd that it took a long, long time before the kite-eyed boy came back to his senses and let out a long breath from his chest.

He raised his arm, held his forehead in distress, and said with a sigh,

"Oops, isn't this super serious?"

This also makes him how to proceed with the subsequent plans.

However, for the sake of his past partner... Forget it, he really didn't want to be killed by that slug for this reason.

Osamu Dazai silently rolled his eyes at the ceiling, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and pressed the back button.

Deleted the contact number of a ghost girl who just got it, number by number.

Sorry, Kunikida-kun, I tried my best!

But for the sake of my life—

Professional line Pass, you should investigate by yourself!

*****

"Ah."

Kunikida Doppo who was queuing in the crowd suddenly had an itchy nose and sneezed unexpectedly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The ginger-haired boy hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and nodded apologetically to his surroundings.

This is a Tokyo subway station, there will never be a shortage of people and crowded places.

Although it's still lunch time, hours before the real rush hour, the bustling crowds are beyond the busiest time in Yokohama.

In such a public environment, even one more cough will attract some frowning eyes.

However, it was probably due to Kunikida Doppo's naturally strict temperament and Zhou Zheng's tall appearance. After he apologized, many passengers waiting for the subway stretched their eyebrows and retracted their reproachful eyes.

There were also a few fashionable girls who looked like high school students. They gathered together, glanced at the braided boy out of the corner of their eyes, and pretended to accidentally turn on the camera function of their mobile phone to take a selfie.

Aware of this, Kunikida Doppo did not expose those young girls, but casually walked a few steps to the side, taking advantage of the surrounding pedestrians to block the view of the camera.

Disappointed murmurs from several girls soon came from the crowd.

Kunikida Doppo didn't pay attention to them, he just raised his hand to straighten his bangs, and his eyes quickly swept across his side and back.

Sure enough, that figure followed.

A red-haired, fair-skinned girl was standing quietly two meters away from Kunikida Doppo.

She was holding a bag of magazine-like things in her hand, and her long wine-red hair was tied in a high ponytail behind her head. Both her temperament and appearance were quite eye-catching.

Especially under the scattered bangs, those emerald eyes like a forest.

When the light fell on her eyes, the girl's pupils were like expensive gemstones that had absorbed the brilliance, revealing a pure color.

At first glance, people mistakenly think that they have seen the heart of Olympus Mountains, stepping on the greenery, accidentally falling into the world from Persephone's crown.

However, with such an appearance, the people around seemed to not be able to see her, and passed by her without squinting.

Is it a low sense of existence?

At first, Kunikida Doppo just had doubts and didn't think much about it.

Until he followed the address given by Osamu Dazai, several times along the way, he captured the figure of the red-haired girl on the window glass of the roadside shop, in the corner mirror on the street, and even now.

Kunikida Doppo knew something was wrong.

track?

Who sent it?Could it be related to the case of Kawaguchidaira's disappearance?

Kunikida Doppo calmly withdrew his gaze, deliberately entered the subway station, and was one step behind when he opened the door.

The boy slowed down, pretending to be pushed to the periphery by the crowd, and missed the opportunity to get on the subway.

At the same time, the strange red-haired girl was surrounded by the crowd and had no choice but to step into the subway, watching the door of the carriage close.

When the two passed each other, Kunikida Doppo clearly saw that the red-haired girl suddenly turned her head and stared at him.

Among them, the sharp warning eyes of disapproval startled Kunikida Doppo, and when the subway left, the young man came to his senses only to find that his back was covered in cold sweat.

That girl is definitely not simple.

What will happen then?

The ginger-haired boy frowned, and with doubts and a slightly heavy heart, he found the ramen shop where Osamu Dazai was.

He saw a guy who skipped work to catch fish, sitting in a spacious and comfortable noodle shop, eating crab sticks with relish.

And he worked tirelessly to investigate all the way, and even encountered a suspicious stalker, and finally got rid of it.

Comparing the two, new enmity added to old grievance, Kunikida Doppo seemed to hear the thread in his brain representing reason, and it broke into two pieces with a "boom".

"To-zai-!"

Kunikida Doppo's forehead protruded with a cross, strode to Dazai Osamu's table, and slapped the table hard.

The huge force shook the tableware and snacks on the table, and they all jumped.

what happened?again? ! ! !

Just breathed a sigh of relief, not long after, the diners suddenly widened their eyes and looked at the boss in the bar in horror.

After glancing at a corner of the shop, the boss calmly withdrew his gaze and continued to scoop up noodles.

It's just seeking revenge, it's okay, a small scene.

They are all looking for revenge, is this still a small scene! ! !

The diners who did not leave were hesitant to speak.

However, it turns out that this time is really a small scene compared to the brother Zhefa not long ago.

At least, a certain curly-haired bandage who was questioned by Xingshi could still raise his hand to say hello with a smile on his face, and said unhurriedly,

"Ah, Kunikida-kun, you've worked hard, I want a drink..."

It's just that before he finished speaking, Dazai Osamu looked at Kunikida Doppo's smiling face and suddenly froze, showing an indescribable expression.

"What are you doing? Did you see the hell!"

Kunikida Doppo raised his glasses and said angrily.

The corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth twitched and said, "No...Kunikida-kun, may I ask, the one behind you—"

"What's behind me?"

"You'd better not play any tricks, I tell you Osamu Dazai, this time I will definitely record it in the assessment and report it to the society, the society..."

The ginger-haired boy frowned, turned his head back while talking, and when he met a pair of emerald pupils, the second half of the sentence 'report to the president' was stuck in his throat.

The moment their eyes met, the two of them froze at the same time, and blurted out a statement——

Kunikida Doppo: "It's you! Suspicious stalker!"

Third son: "It's you! Weird voyeur!"

……

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The third ghost who suddenly became a stalker: "...Wait? Who is the stalker?"