The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Although it sounds too coincidental, it is really a misunderstanding that a certain ghost girl and Kunikida Doppo are "weird voyeurs/stalkers" for each other.

Back to a few hours ago——

In the Fifth Demon Hall of Hell, the third son stared at the thing in his hand bitterly, his eyes gradually became sharper.

"Why... why did you prepare a New Year's gift for Dazai boy, Dad!"

The red-haired girl grabbed the corner of the Ghost Assistant Officer's clothes with one hand, her face was full of unacceptable.

"And it's still such a thick stack!"

The third son patted the tome-like gift bag on the table, which was a full ten centimeters thick, and the jealousy in his eyes was about to overflow.

Although I don't know what it is inside, but she has never received such preferential treatment for this thickness and this solid weight!

Damn it, didn't you just discover a loophole in the Introduction Division!

I, I'm not jealous at all!

A certain ghost thought sourly, then gritted his teeth jealously.

After finally meeting the deadline, the third son thought that he could finally help his father to his heart's content.

As a result, just as she rushed into Yan Mo Hall, she was stuffed with this hefty stack of things, which were said to be specially selected by Ghost Lamp as a thank you gift to Osamu Dazai.

Thank you? ?

Or special selection? !

A bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the top of the third son's head, showing an expression of being struck by lightning.

As if disliking the expression of a certain red-haired girl wasn't distorted enough, the eggplant at the side also took out an A4-sized, beautifully packaged portrait and handed it to the third son.

"And this one, it's a gift prepared by Tang Gua and me!"

"!!!"

"...Even eggplant and Tang melon?!"

The third son widened his eyes in disbelief, and the wind and rain began to blow behind him, and the wind howled.

What happened?Why did she rush to rush a manuscript, and Dazai boy is so popular?

He's not even dead yet!

The red-haired girl stared at the gift in front of her, her emerald pupils almost burst into flames.

I care so much.

Dad and the others really cared about what they gave them!

Quietly open it on the road and take a look...

"Third son, don't peek at it, and don't sneak it away on the road."

Ghost Lantern saw through what his idiot daughter was thinking at a glance, and mercilessly exposed it on the spot.

"scare!!"

The third son, whose plan had been debunked, was startled, scratched the back of his head, looked away guiltily, stared up at the ceiling of the trial hall and laughed dryly,

"Ha, haha, how could it be, I definitely didn't intend to hide it secretly and exchange it for a catty of toilet paper, no, no!"

A drop of soybean sweat hangs on Tang Gua's forehead: "Didn't you say it all?"

Also, why switch to toilet paper?According to common sense, shouldn't you choose a bandage, right?

That's right, thanks to the miraculous operation of a certain mackerel, now the whole hell, especially the Orientation Division, remembers his appearance.

The third son muttered in a low voice, "Tch, Dazai, just use toilet paper."

At this moment, a certain red-haired ghost girl unilaterally announced that from now on, Dazai boy is her enemy!

"No big deal, just a little 'payback'."

Seeing that things continue to drag on, it will exceed the rest time.

Ghost Lantern took out his pocket watch and glanced at the numbers on it, then stretched out his hand skillfully, pressed his big palm on the girl's head and patted it comfortingly, diverting the third son's attention easily,

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to take a trip, we can send the hell express later."

"Third son, more importantly, I am a little concerned about the next matter. But because of work, I can't leave for the time being. I need your help to pay attention."

"What? Is it a new job?"

Hearing that there was something that could help, the red-haired girl pricked up her ears like a puppy.

"Well, that's it."

The ghost lamp looked into the eyes of the third son and said slowly, "Recently, it suddenly spread in the campus of the present world, the communication from hell."

Communication from hell?

The third son was taken aback for a moment, showing a somewhat helpless expression.

……

…………

"The third son, she looks quite shaken."

Even the sticky dog ​​ears drooped.

Looking at the red-haired girl's back full of embarrassment, Eggplant turned her head and asked, "Master Ghost Lantern, does the third son know that mysterious department? Did something unpleasant happen?"

Tanggua: "Hey! Eggplant!"

That's a very direct question!

Although he is also very curious.

The black-haired ghost jailer also looked curiously at the ghost lamp.

"It's not so much that something unpleasant happened—"

Assistant Ghost and God rubbed his chin, calmly revealing incredible information,

"It's better to say that the third son had a pretty good relationship with the executor there before. Well, it was a matter of his lifetime. Now, the third son was simply 'broken off' by the other party."

Break up, break up?

with who?Three sons?

Tang Gua and Eggplant looked at each other, and they both saw a hint of disbelief in each other's eyes.

With the good temper of the red-haired girl, it was really hard for them to imagine that someone would unilaterally break up with the third son.

But... Did Lord Ghost Lantern mention 'before death' just now?

A flash of light flashed in the minds of the two ghost jailers, but before they had time to think about it, they saw a burly figure coming out from behind the curtain of the trial seat and sitting down on the head.

"King Yan Mo." The two ghost jailer boys looked serious and greeted loudly.

"But Mr. Ghost Lantern, it's rare to be leisurely. You don't need to drive Sanzijiang to this world so quickly, do you? Still using such a lame excuse, the child looks very disappointed."

King Yan Mo couldn't help but recalled the red-haired girl's expression when she left.

Others don't know, but King Yan Mo, who is the manager of hell, knows very well that the rumors of [Hell communication] suddenly spread in this world. It seems a bit troublesome, but in the final analysis, it is just a trivial matter.

There is no need for the ghost messenger executive to go there in person, let alone the first assistant officer's explanation.

King Yan Mo: "Mr. Guideng, you just want to drive the third son away."

"That can't be helped, Your Majesty. If she is present at this time, the next interrogation will be very difficult."

The black-haired Hell Assistant Officer said coldly with a straight face.

ha?What interrogation?

What charades are you playing?

Tang Gua and Eggplant had question marks all over their heads, but they still followed Ghost Lantern obediently and walked to the side seat of the trial.

The black-haired assistant officer stretched out his hand, pulled out the bottom one from the scrolls, and handed it to King Yan Mo.

On the other side, Tang Gua and Eggplant also stood on tiptoe, and from the assistant officer's spare scroll, they saw the name of the deceased who will be judged next.

【Akechi City】

Not a big deal.

The only difference is that she was the only woman who was willing to adopt her three sons hundreds of years ago when the red-haired ghost messenger was still a human child.

At the same time, it is also the culprit that caused the current situation of the third son.

After all, it was an untestable era many years ago, and the other party had gone through many reincarnations on the way. To find this person, even if it was a ghost lamp, it took a lot of effort and time.

"Ah, if it's this guy."

King Yan Mo looked at the information on the scroll, showing a look of understanding.

"Although I am indeed a faction that advocates 'frustration education'."

The ghost lamp paused for a while, then continued,

"But now, it's not time for the kid to see this person—she's not ready yet."

*****

At the same time, the current Tokyo

Although it was the ghost lamp's intention to dismiss the third son's rhetoric, after the red-haired girl went around the largest universities in Tokyo, she soon discovered that the talk about "hell communication" did appear too frequently.

It's not like "Hanako in the Toilet" and "Gap Girl" which have been around for a long time.

It is a bit strange to think that a strange news that only a few people would know has suddenly become a well-known urban legend in the streets and alleys, and even has a special 'website' on the Internet.

——It seems that someone is deliberately guiding the spread.

Is it Xiao Ai?

The third son frowned, but quickly rejected the conjecture in his mind.

No, it doesn't look like her handwriting.

Hmm... Speaking of which, did she just hear that someone is also investigating [Hell Communication]?

From the description, it seems that he is still an acquaintance?

Speaking of acquaintances...

The red-haired ghost girl stood near the University of Tokyo, and glanced down at the gift bag in her hand.

Forget it, since Dad told them.

...It's cheap for you, boy Dazai!

The third son snorted softly, turned his foot, deliberately chose to walk, and walked towards the nearest subway station.

At this time, Kunikida Doppo, who happened to be at the University of Tokyo, received a message from Osamu Dazai, and they walked together without knowing each other.

This also led to the subsequent mutual suspicion and misunderstanding, which almost became a matter of course.

After all, from Kunikida Doppo's point of view, his covert observation is as eye-catching as his hair color in the eyes of the third son.

If it wasn't for the ginger-haired boy who was always in the bustling urban area, he would probably have been blocked by a red-haired girl in a corner of an alley by now, to really feel the consequences of peeping on ghosts.

But fortunately, neither Sanko nor Kunikida Doppo are people who will act impulsively.

After a little communication, they quickly resolved the misunderstanding, and each sat down with a bowl of ramen.

In fact, at the beginning, when the red-haired girl heard that the other party wanted a treat, she apologized and refused.

After all, she also misunderstood the guy with glasses in the middle, and even wanted to put him in the trash for a while, until she heard Kunikida Doppo add a sentence at the end——

"It's okay, I'll deduct it from Dazai's salary for this month."

Osamu Dazai, who was suffering suddenly, turned his head suddenly: "Wait? Kunikida-kun?"

Forget it, it's okay.According to the personality of the red-haired ghost, there is a high probability that he will refuse.

Dazai soon felt relieved.

However, the next moment, Osamu Dazai turned his gaze, and found the red-haired girl was silent for a second strangely.

Then he suddenly picked up the menu, unceremoniously turned to the most expensive page, and slid his finger from the first column to the last column,

"Trouble boss, from here to here, all the contents on the menu will be served."

"Miss Sanzi?!"

Osamu Dazai looked at the third son in disbelief, his watery, kite-colored pupils filled with pity.

The third son raised his eyes and stared at Osamu Dazai for a while, then turned his head to look at the boss again, changed his words with a smile,

"I'm sorry boss, I made a mistake just now, all the things I ordered just now are doubled, and I want two."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Is it an illusion, I always feel like I haven't seen him for a while, and Miss Sanzi is suddenly full of hostility towards him.

Osamu Dazai, with tears in his eyes, counted his wallets.

Kunikida Doppo ignored the malicious and flirtatious temporary partner, and asked directly,

"So, Miko-san, you are the 'professional from hell' that Dazai mentioned?"

For some cautious reason, the ginger-haired boy purposely sat beside Dazai Osamu, near the aisle.

On the one hand, it can directly block the possibility of a certain fish bandage monster slipping away, on the other hand, it can also increase the distance, allowing him to better observe the expression of the third son.

"Huh? A professional?"

The third son was a little surprised, but he didn't deny it, "You can say the same."

So... Folklore buffs?intelligence officer?Or related superpowers?

Kunikida Doppo looked at the red-haired girl's youthful and outstanding appearance, and several guesses about the third son's identity quickly flashed through his mind, but he quickly denied them one by one.

Just when he was about to ask straight to the point, Osamu Dazai, who was busy mourning his salary, suddenly put away the miserable expression on his face and said seriously,

"Miss Sanzi, did you come this time because you also heard the rumors about [Hell Communication]?"

"Yes." Facing Dazai Osamu's temptation, the red-haired girl admitted quite simply.

"but--"

When the third son said this, he paused for a second, as if thinking of something, he turned his head with a dark face, and smiled too brightly at the kite-haired boy.

"Actually, I'm here just for you this time, boy Dazai."

Osamu Dazai's eyelids twitched.

At this moment, he suddenly and for no reason had a premonition that a catastrophe was imminent.

No, it's not the kind of life-threatening, or being hunted down, but a more subtle sense of crisis.

If I had to describe it in one sentence, it would be the feeling of being surrounded by a thousand large dogs, and even the canned crab meat and medical bandages that I worked so hard to stockpile were turned out by vicious dogs and turned into their dog food and toys.

The physical damage is not great, but the mental shadow is extremely strong.

"Forget it, it's a rare opportunity, I'd better give you the gift first."

The red-haired girl glared at Dazai, then slapped the thing on the table hard with the arm holding the gift bag.

With a bang, it collided with the table and made a loud noise.

This is it--!

Osamu Dazai's eyes widened suddenly. He looked at the thick cuboid-like gift bag on the table, and the antenna in his brain that sensed the crisis was beeping.

"Well, Miss Sanzi, can I ask, what is this?"

Osamu Dazai stared at the so-called 'gift' for a while, then suddenly asked with a smile.

"It's a special thank you gift from Dad, saying it's in return for helping them discover a loophole in the introduction department."

The red-haired girl said, pulling the corners of her mouth, and said in a sour tone,

"I don't know exactly what it is. Anyway, it was specially prepared by Dad for you. It must be one of his collections."

"It's definitely not bad anyway, tsk."

The last 'tsk' was so loud, pick it up and wring it with your hands, maybe you can wring out a barrel of mature vinegar.

Including Kunikida Doppo on the side, they all felt the sourness in the girl's words that was about to overflow.

As for Dazai.

At this moment, he finally determined the source of the intuition that he was going to suffer, and the source of the other party's unprovoked hostility, ever since the red-haired girl appeared.

Oh~ So that's the case.

The kite-eyed boy looked at the tense expression of the third son, the guard in his heart dissipated immediately, and the smile on his face became more real and comfortable.

"Oh, come here, what gift do you bring? How embarrassing~"

"Speaking of which, Miss Sanzi, can I open it now?"

"Where, there is absolutely no meaning of showing off. In fact, we have a custom in this world called 'opening a gift in front of the giver is polite'."

"Miss Sanzi, you don't mind, do you?"

Every time Osamu Dazai said something, the corners of the red-haired girl's mouth curled down.

In the end, it completely changed to the same 'm' mouth shape as the old father of the assistant officer.

It's just that a certain ghost and god assistant officer seemed to be shaking the majesty of S, but the third son looked pitiful.

For a moment, Kunikida Doppo who was on the sidelines almost thought that he saw a puppy who was caught and bullied by bad guys and laughed at the parents for not loving him anymore.

It's still the kind of drooping ears all the time, covering your eyes if you say a word more, and crying with a "woo".

"Hey! Dazai!"

Kunikida Doppo couldn't bear to look at it, so he glared at Osamu Dazai.

Indicating him that enough is enough, didn't you see a certain father-controlled girl was about to cry!

Dazai smiled and said nothing.

You don't understand, Kunikida-kun.

This kind of foreseeing a slimy slug is bound to encounter the biggest obstacle in the future.

And can desperately stimulate the usual arrogant, ghost who can beat him up——

Ah, this double joy, double pleasure, you don't understand!

Oh, I really don't want to understand your despicable deeds.

Kunikida Doppo glanced indifferently at Osamu Dazai, whose smile became more and more rampant, and turned his head away without seeing it.

The third son, on the other hand, stared at Dazai Osamu unwrapping the gift from beginning to end, with a struggling expression of 'I don't accept it, it must not be a good thing'.

With Osamu Dazai deliberately slowing down, a corner of the exquisite package was torn open, and a corner of the magazine-like cover appeared in the eyes of the two of them.

……Um?Wait, she remembered that this was—?

The third son stared at the familiar corner of the gift, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

At the same time, the words reminded by the ghost assistant officer just happened to ring in her ears——

【"It's not a big deal, it's just a 'return'."】

Speaking of which, at that time, Dad seemed to have used the word 'return', right?

So - poof!

Thinking of something, the red-haired girl's eyes lit up immediately, and with lightning speed, she grabbed Kunikida Doppo who was opposite her and squatted under the table!

"Varied……?"

The huge difference in the reactions of the three sons made Osamu Dazai feel his heart skip a beat, and instantly realized that he had been tricked.

He pressed it with his hand, and just wanted to press back the half-opened 'gift', but it was too late——

As if sensing the intentions of the kite-eyed boy, there was a crisp sound of 'hiss—', and the outer shell of the package was automatically split from the middle.

A stack of photo albums stood upright like life, forming a circle around Osamu Dazai's head.

Every page is the most impactful close-up, directly aimed at Osamu Dazai's eyeballs.

——On the [-]-page large color page, Duoyipo, who is old and future-oriented, leans on the tatami like a drunken concubine, her fragrant shoulders are half exposed, her mouth is playfully pouted, and she gently blows in the direction of Osamu Dazai blew a kiss.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

This is not finished.

Crack, another crack

An A4-sized painting fell out of the magazine and landed on his lap.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head with blank eyes, the mackerel in the painting protruded from the drawing paper as if it had come to life.

Going from 2D to holographic 3D, squinting at him, let out a series of neuro-contaminated jeers.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Osamu Dazai: "..."

After a long silence, Kunikida Doppo, who was squatting under the table in a daze, suddenly heard the temporary partner, which was comparable to seeing the screams of hell.

"Ahhh! My eyes—my eyes! Puff!"

Then Qiqiao fell to the ground spurting blood, and kicked his right foot twice convulsively, but there was no movement.

A ghost girl who was also squatting under the table patted the corner of her clothes with nosebleeds in a good mood, turned her head and said with a smile,

"Very good, Kunikida-kun, we can start discussing [Hell communication]."

Kunikida Dobubu: "..."