The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Just when Zhongyuan Zhongye was trapped by the murder case on the plane——

PortMafia, Chief Office

Mori Ogai sat in a large European-style chair, crossed his hands and put his fingers under his chin.

The black-haired leader had no expression on his face, and his scrutinizing gaze was as heavy as a thousand weights on the lower black suits. The chill in it chilled the bones of the few who reported, and their jaws could not help but rustle.

The huge office was extremely quiet, only Mori Ogai's steady voice could be heard echoing in the air.

"You said——Mr. Zhongye is missing?"

Obviously speaking with the same peaceful tone as usual, the members who belonged to Zhongya Zhongya couldn't help but their knees softened, and cold sweat broke out behind their backs.

"Yes Yes!"

The leader, in a black suit, faced the leader's gaze and gritted his teeth to answer.

"According to the original plan, the quasi-cadres of Zhongyuan took the flight of Sky Japan Airlines at [-]:[-] in the morning, but until I waited for the connecting flight to land, there was no trace of the quasi-cadres of Zhongyuan. The mobile phone contact was different. The airport monitoring showed that the plane had not landed—— "

Amidst the trembling reports of his subordinates, Koyo Ozaki, who was standing aside, suddenly thought of something, his face changed suddenly, and he asked sharply,

"Tell me again, which flight is Zhongya taking?!"

The black suit who was scolded was suffocating, resisting his fear and replied: "Sky, Sky Japan Airlines."

Ozaki Koyo and Mori Ogai looked at each other, and the bad premonition in their hearts became stronger.

"What's the flight number?" Mori Ogai asked.

As if he finally realized something, the subordinate's face turned pale, and there was a hint of disbelief in his fearful eyes.

His hands and feet became icy cold, and an unspeakable chill slowly crept up his spine.

The black suit clicked his trembling teeth, and uttered a sentence with difficulty——

"...Yes, it's Flight 864."

*****

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department Search Section [-]

"You're still paying attention to this case, brother Maori."

Accompanied by a voice of emotion, a kind-looking, fat police officer appeared beside Mori Kogoro.

He was wearing a ginger-yellow round cap and a suit uniform of the same color. He was also the criminal policeman of the [-]st Division [-] Forcible Investigator Division [-], Mouri Kogoro's boss, Megushisan.

"Ah, I just can't figure it out."

Mori Kogoro stood aside, revealing the file on the desktop.

This is an old case from several years ago.

Furukawa Yasuto, who lived in Tokyo, died of poisoning at the Cupido Hotel at the age of 45.

According to the investigation, Yasuto Furukawa bought a huge amount of insurance for his wife Etsuko Furukawa before his death. Based on this, the police naturally regarded Etsuko Furukawa as the first suspect in the case.

But unfortunately, at that time, Furukawa Etsuko had a perfect alibi——

Furukawa was on a plane [-] feet above the ground en route from Hakodate to Haneda International Airport when she was killed.

Although others gave up their suspicions about Etsuko Furukawa, their intuition told Kogoro Mori that Etsuko Furukawa must be the key breakthrough point, and he intended to start an investigation as soon as the woman returned to Tokyo.

But no one expected that the flight that Etsuko Furukawa was on never landed again.

And the truth of Yasuto Furukawa's murder became an unsolved case along with his wife's disappearance.

"It's been so long."

Mu Mu Shisan looked at the files on the table and sighed.

There is a newspaper among the open files, and it is impressively written——

[Sky Japan Airlines Flight 864 lost contact with a total of 44 passengers on board]

Counting the time, today happens to be the fifth anniversary of Flight 864.

******

At the same time, on the plane

No motive, no suspects, no police.

——No, the police still have them.

Kudo Yusaku looked at Nakahara Chuya who was present, and sighed regretfully in his heart.

It's a pity that he is a "fake policeman".

Speaking of which, does that girl really know the identity of the person next to her?

Yusaku Kudo, who was thinking about the case, looked at the unsuspecting red-haired girl with concern, and found that the petite and cute girl was holding up a picture book to tease her son like a little devil.

Yusaku Kudo: ...

The well-known detective novelist couldn't laugh or cry, and was about to call his son back to his side. Zhongyuan Zhong also walked over first, and reached out to take down the sketch book that the red-haired girl held high.

"Big sister, you definitely know the deceased, just now you drew Mr. Oda's appearance and life!"

Kudo Shinichi's words attracted his father's attention. Nakahara Nakahara, who was just unable to see the girl's bullying, stopped, raised his eyebrows and looked at the sketch book in his hand.

"Third son, can I have a look?"

"Huh? Yes, if it's Teacher Zhongyuan."

The red-haired girl didn't stop her, she agreed with it naturally, and she didn't seem to think that the drawings in the drawing book would have any adverse effects.

Well, except for solemnly refusing to watch with a certain Kudo kid.

"Okay, I have said that the content above is not suitable for children, restrain your curiosity, kid!"

Relying on his height advantage, Sanzi held Kudo Shinichi's head and rubbed it vigorously, saying nothing to let the child get close to the two main investigators.

Kudo Shinichi was furious: "I %￥#%...!"

On the contrary, after seeing all the content on the drawing, the two investigators were stunned at the same time, coughed in embarrassment, and agreed with the girl.

"Okay, Shinichi, this is really not suitable for you to see." Yusaku Kudo touched the head of his youngest son.

"Well... If you say it's not suitable for children, it's not wrong in a certain way."

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked away, looking at the third son with extremely complicated eyes.

"For girls, it's better to draw less of this kind of thing."

Sanzi: Huh?

No, one of you let your son run around the murder scene, is a police reserve qualified to teach her a lesson?

Sanzi expressed a little aggrieved.

Nakahara Chuya and Kudo Yuu's cover-up reaction made the people in the tour group pay more attention to the content of the sketch.

What did you draw?Difficult, could it be...

A bunch of filthy grown-ups were there to think about it.

However, the fact is just the opposite. What Sanzi showed in his sketches was not anything colored, at best, it was just a faceless mannequin living a bad life of eating, drinking, and gambling.

Although there are only a few sketches, but with the girl's unique brushwork and lines, it is enough to outline——

Wait, he remembered this was—

Zhong Yuanzhong paused as he was about to close the drawing. He stared at the sketch on the drawing paper for a while, then slowly narrowed his eyes.

It was a generic sketch of a man whose little finger was snapped off in a casino.

If this was the case, Zhong Yuanzhong would naturally not have this reaction. What he really cared about was a certain symbol that was faintly exposed in the corner behind the mannequin representing the man.

This symbol, the average person may only think it is some kind of unimportant seal.

But if you are an old man who has experienced the dark age of Yokohama, or someone who is in the middle, you can see at a glance——

This is the symbolic mark of PortMafia.

"Third son, explain, what's going on?"

Zhong Yuan also turned his head to look at the red-haired girl, his cobalt blue pupils showed a little dark under the light of the cabin.

The Kudo father and son standing around unconsciously tightened their nerves, and their faces were a little ugly. Kudo Yusaku even reached out to hold the younger son's arm, and turned sideways as if inadvertently, blocking in front of the black-haired boy.

"kindness?"

The third son didn't seem to feel the unpleasant feeling of oppression in the cabin, and walked to Zhongya Zhongya with a natural expression, and pulled down the cuff of the boy with brown hair, motioning for the other party to hand over the draft.

Several people present held their breath unconsciously.

Just when everyone thought that the red-haired girl would be slapped all over the face, to their surprise, the frightening red-haired boy actually lowered the drawing a bit in cooperation and handed it under the girl's nose .

"Ah, this."

The third son casually glanced at the lines above, and said, "I drew this drawing based on the memory of the deceased. It's called 'Gambling is not advisable, be careful of breaking your fingers'. How about it, it is very appropriate!"

The red-haired girl put her hands on her hips triumphantly, and said something incredible.

Memories of the dead...

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the third son and had some guesses: "You, could it be..."

Before the red-haired boy could speak, Kudo Yusaku seemed to have thought of something suddenly. He took Kudo Shinichi to walk to the seat of the deceased, and slightly lifted the long coat covering it. He squeezed the little finger of the corpse with his hand.

The uncoordinated bone dislocation of the tentacles made Kudo Yusaku affirm his guess.

The well-known novelist straightened up with a confident smile on his face.

Kudo Shinichi, who is familiar with his father's expression, knows that when Kudo Yusaku shows such a look, it only means one thing——

He has found the truth.

"Mr. Central Plains."

The black-haired novelist turned his head, and his eyes swept across the face of the long-haired woman who discovered the corpse first, looking at the red-haired boy,

"There is something I want to confirm with you."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also slightly stunned for a second, the boy's cobalt blue pupils glanced at the casino mark on the drawing, then his gaze stayed on the corpse's little finger for a moment, and he slowly pulled the corner of his mouth.

And at the same time

The murderer, who sat on the seat from the beginning to the end, lowered his head as if he had nothing to do with himself, and squeezed the bag strap tightly in his hand, his nails turned white.

No one noticed that for a brief moment, the red-haired girl looked up at the clock displayed on the cabin.

Her emerald pupils were calm and indifferent, and her expression at that moment was like that of an emissary waiting for the countdown.