The lover that gravity makes is wrong

ramen house

The dining environment between Sanzi and Kunikida Dubu was too bad (?), the strong uncle boss was carrying a mop, and after looking at the blood on the ground for a while, he threw away the cleaning tool and chose to rearrange it for the two of them. one location.

Keywords: away from other diners, clean and undisturbed

As for a certain Osamu Dazai who has white eyes and is still in a state of 'loss of consciousness'—

"...Just leave it like this, is it okay?"

In any case, he is also a non-staff member of the detective agency, and the upright Kunikida-kun hesitated to glance at the small fountain, Dazai Osamu, whose five senses were whistling in the air and bleeding, felt a dull pain in his conscience.

Forget it, let's call an ambulance.

Kunikida Doppo took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and was about to make an emergency call, when he suddenly found an unread text message from the bank lying on the screen of his mobile phone——

【您尾号为0929的账户于今日12点59分，在XX拉面屋支出240，987日元,余额为……】

The ginger-haired boy was taken aback.

XX ramen house?Isn't this the place where they are talking now, how can they pay before the dishes are served... ah.

Three seconds later, Kunikida Doppo came to his senses.

He turned his head slowly and looked at Osamu Dazai.

On the dining table beside him was a tall stack of dinner plates.

Although the dinner plate was empty, Kunikida Doppo could easily guess from the remaining crab shells and the glittering price tag on the edge of the plate that some bandage device ordered something extraordinary before he came.

Kunikida Doppo was silent for a moment, lowered his head expressionlessly, and deleted the emergency call that he had pressed halfway.

Oh, what ambulance to call?

Kunikida Doppo sneered.

The scum who steals a colleague's credit card and eats king crab does not need first aid.

"Sorry boss, I will pay the cleaning fee later."

The ginger-haired boy turned his head and said to the uncle boss who served them.

"It's okay, Kunikida-kun."

The third son picked up the tempura fried shrimp on the plate, one bite at a time, as if by magic, he finished eating the fried food in the blink of an eye.The speed was so fast that Kunikida Doppo wondered if she chewed it.

"Uncle Boss is super open-minded at first glance, so he doesn't care about such small details, right!"

While talking, the red-haired girl gave a thumbs up to the burly ramen boss.

"Hey hey, it's still a little girl who understands me!"

The ramen owner with two big flower tattoos put away the tray with one hand, gave a thumbs up, and said with a proud smile,

"Isn't it just a little blood? Back then, when I hadn't changed my job, I could see you a hundred and eighty times a day. It wasn't unusual."

"Also, it's nice to just leave it like this, it's very artistic!" The ramen owner added.

Art, artistic sense?

Kunikida Doppo twitched the corner of his mouth, expressing that he couldn't understand.

Just as he was wondering, the next moment, he saw a small proprietress with a chef's turban wrapped around her head, opened the curtain, and came out of the back kitchen.

She casually glanced at the 'artistic Osamu Dazai', and after thinking for a while, suddenly said 'oh', and turned back to the back kitchen.

After a while, she took out a wooden standing notice from inside, and with a 'click', she stood beside Osamu Dazai, with the words——

[Halloween art molds, no touching, 100 yuan for group photo]

Throughout the whole process, his expression remained the same, his movements were smooth, and he did it in one go. It was obvious at a glance that he had dealt with similar situations in normal times.

"How? I'm right! Isn't it very artistic! Hahahaha!"

The ramen boss proudly showed off with his hands on his hips.

"...Is it this kind of artistic sense?!"

Kunikida Doppo looked at Osamu Dazai, who had suddenly become an ornamental set, and fell into deep shock.

The most amazing thing is that after the addition of a notice stand full of slots, there are actually new diners who stand by and watch for a while, as if they were studying an art exhibition.

Then while shouting 'art, it's so artistic', he took out his mobile phone and took a selfie with the camera!

Kunikida Doppo: I don't understand, but I was shocked.

"Oh! Uncle Boss, your wife is very creative.

A certain red-haired girl also put down her chopsticks, took out her mobile phone with sparkling eyes, took a close-up, and sent it to the Ghost Assistant Officer who was waiting for feedback.

Then, the third son remembered the string of overly exciting abuse that Mr. Zhongyuan used when he was drunk, so he opened the chat interface and sent the photos to Zhongya Zhongyuan together.

【"Mr. Zhongyuan, look! It's a new Halloween scene!"】

At this time, the Central Plains cadres are dealing with some hidden bugs in the Tokyo branch of PortMafia.

As soon as the Zhefa cadre pulled him out, the leather shoes had already stepped on the spy's head. Before he could say a threat, he heard a 'ding', and the mobile phone in his pocket gave a notification tone for new news.

The subordinates guarding the side swore, and after the Central Plains cadre glanced at the phone, his expression suddenly twisted strangely.

He laughed out loud as if he wanted to laugh, but considering the occasion of the interrogation, he held back.

But at this time, the person who was pressed to the ground by gravity was still shouting fearlessly,

"Give up, Nakahara Chuya! I won't say anything!"

"This is Tokyo! You little country bumpkins from Yokohama, go back to your little country place!"

shorty hillbilly...

The men in black suits were collectively startled, staring at the spy with obvious sympathy, as if they were looking at an unlucky warrior who was about to have his legs sawed off by the dwarf king.

He said it.

Well, he actually poked the sore spot of the Central Plains cadres.

Which man never fantasized about being tall, handsome, and long-legged when he was a teenager.

It's a pity that their handsome gravitational forces have only occupied the last two items so far.

"Oh? Tokyo? That would be disrespectful."

To the surprise of the subordinates, this time the cadres of the Central Plains did not directly trample the offending guy into a gravity pancake as usual. Instead, they put away their mobile phones, narrowed their cobalt blue pupils slightly, and thoughtfully Staring at the defeated dog under his feet, he said to himself,

"Speaking of which, Halloween seems to have just passed."

Nakahara Chuya held his chin with his fingers, and looked around as if he had thought of some good idea.

The Tokyo District Residents who were asked to watch stood stiffly in the interrogation room. They were an indispensable role in the procedure of killing chickens and monkeys.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at them, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that made people feel chills behind him for no reason,

"This is a rare opportunity to come and see, 'Halloween Fountain'?"

Those who were killed as an example to monkeys: "..."

At the same time, a certain red-haired ghost girl still doesn't know what kind of psychological shadow a photo of herself has brought to a group of Mafia in Tokyo.

Anyway, at this moment, she was having a good chat with the retired mafia shopkeeper uncle.

"Hahahaha, the little girl has won the prize, my wife has always been very thoughtful hahahaha."

The owner of the ramen shop smiled complacently.

Amidst the laughter, only Kunikida took off his eyes on the bridge of his nose tremblingly, wiped them with a wet towel, and managed to stabilize the expression on his face by putting them on.

"...Miss Sanzi, time is limited, let's get back to the topic."

****

Kunikida Doppo didn't get much information about [Hell Communication]. In addition, the time was too short. Even with the help of Aritayama Hanaburo's supernatural ability, he only got a fragmented part.

The amount of information on the Internet is huge, beyond the imagination of any human being.

It's like a bottomless pit, and a sea of ​​quantum light that can't see the end of the sky.

Every moment, countless pieces of irregular information are poured into it.

Even the hacker Tianshan Hanabou, who has the supernatural power of [quilt] and can manipulate and process all electronic devices within sight, dare not pat his chest and guarantee that he can fully control this "quantum light sea of ​​data".

——Unless, he is a resident of this empty data land, with the computing power of an infinite space brain.

But even so, they also got some preliminary results.

There are different opinions about [Hell Communication] on the Internet, but there is only one argument, which is very consistent

"...As long as you recite the name of the person you hate silently in your heart at 0 o'clock in the morning, the gate of hell will open, and a girl from the underworld will appear here, and exile the person you hate to hell."

Kunikida looked up the mobile phone, took the initiative to summarize the information transmitted by Tianshan Hanabou to the third son, and then said,

"Miss Sanzi, this matter is related to the life of a professor, and behind him, the future of the entire family.

Time is running out, if you know any inside information, our detective agency is willing to buy according to the highest specification, please do cooperate with us. "

The young man with ginger hair said solemnly to his third son.

His eyes are calm and serious. Although he is only 19 years old, his demeanor has begun to take on the majesty and popularity of a thick mountain.

Probably because he didn't expect the other party to seek cooperation in this way, the third son looked at Kunikida Doppo quite unexpectedly.

The red-haired girl discovered that although she was her partner, the boy with glasses was the complete opposite of Dazai boy.

Whether it is character or idealism that is too upright.

But well...

The red-haired girl blinked and said, "There is no need for cooperation or anything. Strictly speaking, [Hell Communication] is not a secret that needs to be hidden in this world."

It's just that due to some special relationships, people who know it have always been relatively rare.

It is roughly equivalent to the probability of winning the lottery for [-] million yuan.

"Anyway, if it were you, you would know sooner or later."

Kunikida Doppo was puzzled: "Huh?"

What is "sooner or later you will know."

Also, from the very beginning, isn't this girl's tone and words a bit strange?

Hell, this world, the other shore... are all words that are intentionally separated from the daily life, as if she is really a resident of that underworld.

Has the trend of fashion for girls these days become so diverse and complicated?

While being distracted, Kunikida Doppo saw the red-haired girl raised the corners of her lips to him, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face so delicate that it was unreal, pulling back his drifting sanity.

"As the saying goes, 'seeing is believing, hearing is believing', instead of letting me repeat it, how about you experience it for yourself?"

The third son said with a smile.

The position where they are sitting now is the most inconspicuous position in the restaurant.

Away from the most popular table and center, nearby is a small storage room that diners deliberately avoid. Due to the light, few diners will choose the location here after entering the store.

After all, most people prefer to fill their stomachs and enjoy delicious food in brightly lit places.

This is the instinct engraved in human genes.

In the corner of the dining room, sunlight came in from the small half-opened window on Sanzi's side, and it happened to fall obliquely on her left shoulder.

For a moment, the face of the red-haired girl seemed to be covered with a veil of light, and her expression became blurred.

Only the smile on his lips was very clear in Kunikida Doppo's eyes.

It is obviously the afternoon, when the winter turns to the spring breeze, the warmest and brightest moment, but the latter has the illusion of being in a cold season, with a hint of wind and coolness behind it.

Yes, is it a psychic?

In that legend, is there a psychic who can summon ghosts!

Kunikida Doppo swallowed nervously, feeling the cold wind behind him getting colder.

"... body, experience what?"

Kunikida Doppo, who has always been lacking in how to deal with certain things, unconsciously tensed his face, and even his voice stuttered a little.

The red-haired girl sitting at the intersection of light and shadow raised her eyes, deepening the smile on her lips,

"Experience, according to legend, the 'hell communication' that will send people to hell."

Perhaps seeing Kunikida Doppo's face was too livid, Sanzi raised his index finger, and blinked his right eye cutely like an idol, instantly waving away the inexplicable aura around him that made people retreat.

"Don't be nervous, Kunikida-kun. With me here, I won't let you really go to hell."

The red-haired girl said comforting words, but for some reason, the ginger-haired boy always felt a sense of crisis being targeted by the foreman.

When he mentioned 'I won't really go to hell', he even saw a trace of regret in the girl's emerald pupils!

Kunikida Dobubu: "..."

"By the way, before we start, I have to confirm—"

The third son remembered the key point, and said, "Kunikida-kun, do you have anyone who resents you so much that you wish he would disappear?"

Kunikida Doppo stiffly shook his head.

"Well, I guess so."

The third son muttered, then raised his head suddenly, his eyes fell on Kunikida Doppo's upper back,

"What about boy Dazai? Do you have anyone who wants him to disappear?"

Kunikida Doppo was taken aback by the red-haired girl's words, then he reacted abruptly and looked behind him.

"Dazai?! Are you alright?"

Kunikida Doppo had just uttered the words of concern, but after seeing clearly what Dazai Osamu was holding, his face turned dark, and a vein stretched out on his forehead.

"I said that since just now, there has always been a dark wind blowing! It turns out that you are making trouble!"

She even sneaked behind him, holding a small electric fan and blowing on the back of his neck!

Be yourself, Osamu Dazai!

"What are you talking about, Kunikida-kun. I borrowed a small fan from the boss out of concern for your health."

After being exposed for his scary little trick, Osamu Dazai was not guilty, he turned off the small electric fan in his hand, put it in his pocket, and started talking nonsense in a serious manner,

"This is called cool wind health method. Because ramen is hot, eating it alone is easy to cause damage to the body with a constant temperature, so it must be neutralized with cool things such as fans, air conditioners, and cold drinks. This is why most restaurants will install it. Because of the cold."

"That's common sense, Kunikida-kun!"

Kunikida Doppo was stunned for a moment: "Yes, is it?"

Osamu Dazai nodded like a pounding garlic: "Yeah! That's right, so take notes and write them down quickly."

Then, the third son saw that a certain boy with glasses who was too easy to deceive actually opened his hand account and recorded in it,

"Cool wind health method... When eating hot food such as ramen, you should drink cold water—"

Osamu Dazai covered his mouth: "Pfft, I lied to you."

Snapped--!

Kunikida Doppo pressed his fingers hard, and for the first time accidentally broke the pen in his hand.

"To-zai-!!!"

It looked like another fat beating.

Osamu Dazai suddenly turned his face to one side, revealing blood from the corners of his mouth and nose as if unintentionally, and held his forehead weakly.

"Kunikida-kun, please keep your voice down. I'm very fragile now. Whenever I think of what I saw not long ago, even my ears and eyes feel like pinholes, and it hurts."

"Ah, but this month's salary has also been deducted, so I can't go to the hospital, so I can only endure the pain..."

"oh oh."

Kunikida Doppo subconsciously lowered his volume. He scratched his face in embarrassment. He was about to say that he would reconsider the matter of salary when he suddenly came back to his senses.

"No! This is entirely your own fault, right?! Aren't you very energetic, Dazai!"

"whispering sound."

The kite-eyed boy who had failed miserably in selling his business snorted regretfully.

He didn't pay attention to his partner who was screaming loudly with anger, but took out a tissue, casually wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and sat down on the seat next to him.

At this moment, the red-haired girl had already finished the last plate of chicken nuggets following their wonderful duet.

Holding the cup contentedly, drinking the juice presented by the shopkeeper uncle.

"About the topic just now," Osamu Dazai looked at the third son with a smile, and said lightly,

"If you hate it so much that you want to kill it——"

"Yes, do you need me to write down his name, Miss Sanzi?"