The lover that gravity makes is wrong

If Sanzi knew enough about the present world, he would know——

In Tokyo, there are two restaurants known as holy places for dating and proposals, one is MUSASHISkyRestaurant634, and the other is MUSASHISkyRestaurant634.

Although part of it is due to commercial marketing.

However, with the high-altitude night view 345 meters above the ground and the sky and stars that can be seen from the side, it has indeed attracted thousands of tourists, as well as various strict reservation rules.

However, there are always exceptions in the world.

A strong exception would allow this proud restaurant, which perfectly disregards its own 'two-month booking' rule, to also allow them to specialize in a private area for two untouchable guests.

"All in all, no matter what you hear or see next, just pretend you don't understand it!"

This was the third warning given to the foreman by the person in charge of the restaurant before Nakahara Nakaya came with his third son.

So much so that while the latter was trembling with trepidation, he couldn't help but suspect that the guests who came to dinner tonight must be hell-level ghosts, right?

However, it turns out that he guessed wrong.

These two guests are eye-catching at the level of heaven!

When he saw the third son, the foreman's eyes suddenly lit up, and his brain filled with various warning words and precautions was instantly emptied.

Obviously, I have never had anything to do with words such as poet and romance, but my shriveled literary cells just squeezed out a sentence——

【She is like a burning white star, walking towards me with the blessing of Persephone. 】

But soon, the foreman forcibly pulled back his absent-minded mind.

After all, beauty is good, but life is more important.

The boy next to the red-haired girl has terrifying eyes!

Just a glance without any emotion, and without any threat, was enough to send a chill down his spine, and even his fingertips holding the menu were trembling when he bent down and bowed.

【He is professional, he is professional, he is professional...】

The foreman with outstanding qualifications almost showed the will to escape, relying on years of work instinct, and finished the meal service with a smile.

Then as soon as he got back to the back, his feet went limp, and he collapsed on the sofa, showing the expression of fear of the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

Restaurant Manager: "How?"

The foreman's voice was weak: "...you are right, I should just assume that I am blind."

The restaurant manager nodded with satisfaction: "Very well, it seems that I can continue to have a foreman with both eyes."

foreman:"……"

Don’t you feel a little thoughtful and frightened when you hear this!

Such a terrifying guest of the Great Demon King, you should have said it sooner!

Meanwhile, the dining area

A boy with red hair called the big devil by the head waiter of the restaurant, was being stared at by the girl without blinking until his scalp became numb. Two seconds later, he silently withdrew his hand reaching for the drink list, and said in defeat,

"I know, I won't touch alcohol."

The third son tilted his head cutely, with a look of incomprehension, and added,

"It's okay, Mr. Zhongyuan, you can drink if you want."

"This time I have experience, and I can definitely knock you out with a hammer before you go crazy with alcohol!"

The red-haired girl shook her right hand as she spoke, made a gesture of ruthlessly waving a mace, and looked into Nakahara Chuya's emerald pupils, which were crystal clear and shone with the light of encouragement,

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhongyuan, I promise I'll be gentler - concussion at most."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the girl's aggressive movements, was silent for a while, and told the truth,

"Third son, in fact, you just want to beat me up."

"Ah."

The red-haired girl nodded her head quite bluntly and admitted, "I just suddenly felt that it was a pity that I didn't get it right that night, and I want to try again."

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye, Zhongyuan Zhongye took a deep breath.

He chose to wave, and asked the waiter to remove all the wine lists from the table, and replaced them with two glasses of grape juice, which were placed by their hands.

"Is this okay?" Nakahara Zhong also said helplessly.

"hey-hey."

The girl who had been seen through her small thoughts smiled shyly, took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket, and put it in the palm of the brown-haired boy.

"Try it, if it doesn't suit your taste, I'll adjust it later."

It's Valentine's chocolate.

The ochre-haired boy picked up a small piece of handmade chocolate and twirled it between his fingers.

At this moment, under the light, the boy's cobalt blue pupils showed a dark blue color different from usual, like the surface of the sea under cloudy clouds.

Although he can't usually see it, Zhong Yuanzhong is also very clear about how selfish and stubborn the red-haired ghost is.

This means that once you become a certain 'role' in her world, wanting to change is tantamount to wishful thinking.

So, for Sanzi, what kind of existence is it in the Central Plains now?

A real friend, a very close friend.

Such a position, or the occasional request for a little intimate hug and touch, is considered safe territory.

However, obviously this is not what Zhongyuan Zhong also wants.

So he knew that he couldn't eat this chocolate.

Once he walked at the pace of the ghost girl, it was equivalent to tacitly acquiescing his position in her heart.

Then, he was placed in the circle of "important friends" by the other party with peace of mind, and like the rest of the losers, he could only receive the so-called "giri chocolate".

Love is a war between men and women.

And what he was facing was a cunning and extremely intuitive prey.

If there is any trouble, they will use this method to consolidate the distance between each other and hide.

Although maybe she didn't even realize it, she was acting on instinct, but it was just like this, which made it even more difficult.

Love is a war without gunpowder.

He is at a disadvantage for a while, but not forever.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the chocolate on his fingertips for a while, his eyelashes trembled, and he looked up at the red-haired girl who was biting the straw.

"Third son."

"Huh?" Sanzi replied.

The ferocious beast with ocher hair and blue eyes put away its aggressive eyes.

He watched his prey gently, like any close friend, and said jokingly, seemingly unintentionally,

"You said it before, I am special and have the right to 'order'."

[Rule of War One: Use her words, stab her shield]

"Eh?"

The unexpected answer of the red-haired boy stunned the girl. She thought about it carefully, and it seemed that she had indeed sent a similar message.

However, at that time, did I mean this?

The red-haired girl always felt that something was wrong, but couldn't tell.

The third son let go of the straw he was biting: "...Mr. Zhongyuan, don't you like chocolate?"

"Yeah, so, I'm asking for other Valentine's Day gifts."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also opened his mouth, smilingly blocked his sweetheart's perfunctory retreat, and dug a hole in his words by the way.

[Rule of War II: Appropriately blur the core direction, and then make progress]

Didn't like chocolate so got another gift instead.

It sounds reasonable, but the ghost girl who prepares chocolates every year to thank relatives and friends obviously forgot, and 'other gifts' obviously shouldn't be the category that [friends] would ask for.

There is another more real meaning behind this——

'I am special, different from everyone else, everyone. '

As long as the girl accepts the request, it is tantamount to jumping into this trap of thinking.

Nakahara Chuya's eyes fell on the third son's face, seemingly not paying attention, but in fact he has been paying close attention to the girl's expression, not letting go of a single detail.

"Well……"

He watched the third son stroke his chin and pondered for a while, then frowned slightly in distress, and jumped off the trap,

"Besides chocolate... Does Mr. Nakahara have any favorites?"

The hanging heart slowly fell to the ground.

The ochre-haired boy looked at the third son with a smile in his cobalt blue pupils.

He leaned forward slightly, beckoned to the third son, and signaled the girl to come closer.

The third son didn't think too much, and moved closer to him, taking the initiative to shorten the distance between the two of them.

The place where they are sitting is a couple table specially arranged by MUSASHISkyRestaurant.

When men and women sit down in their respective chairs, even if there is a table, the distance is closer than that of ordinary dining tables.

Under the starry sky, under the right lighting, intimate conversations can always evoke some kind of feelings that seem to be absent in the hearts of the people, and bring each other one step closer invisibly.

And when they actively leaned forward and approached each other, the 60cm distance, which was only an arm's length, was shortened again.

He was so close that he could hear the other person's breathing, and saw his own shadow reflected in those radiant pupils.

...is it a little too close?

The red-haired ghost girl looked at the cobalt blue pupils in front of her eyes, and an irrelevant thought suddenly popped out of her mind. Before she could think about it, she suddenly felt a sweetness in her mouth——

It was Chuya Zhongyuan, who stuffed the chocolate into the third son's mouth.

"Huh?" Sanzi bit the chocolate and blinked suspiciously.

Nakahara Chuya's fingers were still pressing on the girl's lips, with a little bit of chocolate icing, and a slight sweetness.

But he didn't intend to retract his fingers. Instead, he maintained this posture, slowly raised the corners of his lips, and smiled at the third son.

The gravitationalist's voice permeated the night scene of Tokyo's lights, and slowly spread into the girl's ears.

"What kind of Valentine's Day gift do I like, why don't you think about it yourself?"

"This is my 'order-to-order', sir."

[Rule of War [-]: As long as it is a living thing, it has a sunk cost. Do whatever it takes to make her watch you and spend more time for you]

*****

At the same moment, outside a warehouse in Tokyo

A car drove up in the dark and parked quietly outside the warehouse.

The driver was very patient. He waited quietly in the driver's seat for a quarter of an hour. After making sure that no one was following him, he opened the car door and appeared with a large travel bag in his arms.

The figure cautiously glanced left and right, and there was silence around the warehouse, quite in line with its remote location.

The black figure breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly ran to the back door of the locked warehouse with the travel bag in hand, used the key to unlock the chain, bent down and was about to get into the warehouse.

At this time, a tile-like sundry suddenly fell from the roof of the warehouse, and with a 'pop', it hit the figure's feet, startling him.

who? !

The figure looked around in horror, and after spotting a wild cat jumping off the roof, it glanced haughtily at the terrified useless humans, then flicked its tail and ran away in disdain.

"What, it turned out to be a cat."

The suspicious figure put down his mind and got into the warehouse.

This was originally a warehouse for storing various medicines, but later because the pharmaceutical factory moved out and the related clubs were implicated and closed down, the warehouse was temporarily vacant, and was later rented by a research institute of the University of Tokyo. A facility dedicated to stacking obsolete items.

The figure put down the travel bag in his arms, rubbed his sore arms, and turned on the lights on the wall.

Dim yellow incandescent light fell from the ceiling, illuminating the equipment in the warehouse, as well as the mattress placed in the center.

An old man with gray temples was lying on it with a pale face.

From the darkened skin and subsided rigor, it can be roughly inferred that the old man died for more than three days.

There is also a work card hanging around the neck of the corpse, on which is his photo before his death, and his title and name are written below.

【Professor Hei Kawaguchi, Graduate School of Engineering, The University of Tokyo】

The figure walked to the side of the corpse and knelt down. After staring blankly at the corpse on the mattress for a while, he raised his hand and wiped his eyes vigorously.

The incandescent light fell on his face, illuminating his face.

——Professor Kawaguchi Hera's son, Kawaguchi Katsuro.

"I'm sorry father, the research institute is at a critical time now, if the people above know that you are dead, they will definitely withdraw the funds, and the research institute will be forced to close...I'm sorry, I don't want to..."

"However, as long as we are found missing and survive this month, we will have a way out..."

So, for everyone in the institute——

Katsuro Kawaguchi bent down and kowtowed three times to the corpse.

Then he straightened up, cruelly dragged the large travel bag that was thrown aside, and took out a pair of white rubber gloves, a lotion for cleaning blood stains, and——

A chainsaw.

The man put on gloves, put on the goggles, picked up the chainsaw, and pressed his finger on the switch.

"...Forgive me, Father."

The switch was pressed, and there was a piercing sound of chainsaws in the warehouse.

Katsuro Kawaguchi approached the corpse with a chainsaw, just when the sharp blade was about to slice Kawaguchihei's head——

【Alone Yinke with Different Abilities】

There was a slight sound of breaking through the air, and the pieces of paper turned into hard threads? The gun and the hook hit the man's wrist. When the man cried out in pain to let go, he preparatoryly hooked the handle of the chainsaw and threw it away. Into the clearing away from the dead body.

Another hand reached out and unplugged the wire.

The sweeping blade hummed and stopped turning.

"That's the end of the farce, Mr. Kawaguchi."

Kunikida came out from the dark place holding the string gun in his hand. Osamu Dazai, who was holding the switch plug in his hand, covered his mouth with the other hand, and yawned long and boringly.

"...It's you guys."

Kawaguchi Katsuro stared blankly at the armed detective agency he entrusted.

Just when Kunikida Doppo thought that the other party was going to resist, unexpectedly, the man seemed to give up, and suddenly laughed, without any rebuttal, he was arrested without a fight.

……

…………

There has never been a so-called disappearance or murder, everything is directed and acted by Katsuro Kawaguchi.

That day, Professor Kawaguchi Heira did drive away from the school, but unfortunately, he had a heart attack on the way.

In a panic, Professor Kawaguchi's first reaction was to step on the emergency brake, fall on the driver's seat, and look for nitroglycerin, but his trembling hands made him unable to hold the medicine bottle, and all the first aid medicine spilled into the gap under the car seat.

He wanted to climb out of the car to call for help, but at that time the car was parked on the small road near the warehouse, and the surrounding area was deserted.

When his son Katsuro Kawaguchi couldn't get through his father's phone and realized something was wrong, Professor Kawaguchi was lying on the door of the car and died of illness.

Standing by his father's body that afternoon, Katsuro Kawaguchi thought a lot.

His first reaction was to call an ambulance and call the police.

But when he turned on the phone and saw a series of missed calls from investors of the research institute on the screen, the man suddenly fell silent, and then hung up the call to the police in a strange way.

After that, it was the monologues Dazai Osamu and Kunikida Doppo heard in the warehouse.

"But Dazai, there's one thing I don't understand."

Kunikida Doppo looked at Katsuro Kawaguchi who was taken away by the police car, and asked with a frown, "Since everything is directed and acted by him, why did he entrust us to investigate?"

Is not this contradictory?

"Because human beings are such 'self-contradictory' creatures, Kunikida-kun."

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, looked up at the stars in the sky and said,

"Why do you think Katsuro Kawaguchi delayed disposing of the corpse until today?"

Kunikida Doppo almost immediately remembered the man's expression when he was in the warehouse.

He quickly understood.

When Katsuro Kawaguchi was caught by Osamu Dazai and the others, what appeared on the opponent's face was neither panic nor resentment, but...

What a relief.

He wanted to keep the funding chain of the institute, so he deliberately faked the disappearance of the sick father.

But he also couldn't do anything to his father's body. After two emotions, he finally found the Armed Detective Agency.

Ask them to investigate the truth in the name of the client, and even deliberately revealed the flaw of the lie of "hell communication" during the inquiry.

The purpose is to let them stop themselves.

Kawaguchi Katsuro didn't know when he would make up his mind to dismember the corpse, so he simply handed over his fate to them before this moment came.

"..."

"……so terrible."

Kunikida Doppo said in a low voice with complicated emotions.

Going around in a circle, spending time and effort, turned out to be such a result.

It is difficult for the ginger-haired boy to describe his mood at this time.

Is it anger?Is it an accusation?Still sigh a little more.

Kunikida Doppo didn't know.

So, in the end, he can only sigh and say, 'Too bad'.

I don't know what this sentence is evaluating.

Just when Dazai Osamu and Kunikida Doppo were about to leave, the ginger-haired boy's cell phone suddenly rang urgently like an explosion.

The bell rang quickly, louder than louder.

Kunikida Doppo turned on the phone, and it showed that it was a call from Tayama Hanaburo.

"Flower bag? Well, the case is solved, no additional investigation is needed... What did you say?!"

The news on the other end of the phone caused Kunikida Tokpo to pause, his expression changed suddenly.

Tianshan Hanabou told Kunikida Doppo that just 1 minute ago, after collecting all known information, he discovered a strange piece of information.

As of today, a total of 15 cases of missing people have been reported across the country. The missing people come from different cities, and their genders and ages are also different. However, after further investigation, he found that [-] of the missing people all had an astonishing identity. common ground.

——These 15 people, like Kawaguchi, are engaged in work related to aerospace research.

And there are a lot of similar search terms left in their personal computers before they disappeared:

【Hell communication】

……

…………

Kunikida Doppo held up his cell phone in a daze, and a gust of night wind blew by, he shivered suddenly and woke up.

"Dazai—!"

Kunikida Doppo turned his head, and just about to say something, saw Dazai Osamu suddenly reach out and take his phone away, hang up quickly, and throw it back into his arms.

"That's all for now, Kunikida-kun."

The black-haired boy said coldly, he turned his head to look at his partner, his kite-colored pupils glowed with an elusive expression under the light of the warehouse,

"Next, it is no longer an area where we can intervene."

*****

At the same time, Hell Yama Hall

The black-haired ghost assistant officer received an official cooperation document from a foreign EU hell.

In EU Hell, the souls of 16 living people are missing, and [-] people have been found so far in Neon Hell.

A total of 35 people.