The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Ever heard of 'Whale Fall'?

When a whale dies, its dead body will become a paradise for other creatures in the deep sea, maintaining 43 species and 12490 organisms to survive. Together with hydrothermal fluids and cold seeps, it is called an 'oasis' of deep sea life.

Similar things happen in other fields as well.

For example, a grand funeral for an old spaceship.

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New York Technology Convention and Exhibition Center

"Gentlemen and ladies, where we are now is the inside of the largest space rocket transport armored vehicle in the history of mankind - code-named [Blue Whale].

It is 40 meters long, 35 meters wide, and the maximum height of the flexible space is 8 meters, which is equivalent to three floors..."

"This first-generation rocket transport armor is the pride of all mankind. It has carried out many major missions, loaded the largest super-heavy rocket and spacecraft, and completed missions around the moon..."

The narrator wearing a small headset talked about the history of this rocket armored vehicle, but unfortunately few tourists listened carefully.

Most of them were holding their mobile phones and taking pictures around, while the rest were busy catching excited children running around.

"Mom! Look, there's a -- big balcony! Bigger than a tennis court --!"

The naughty boy climbed on the high railing, greeted the mother below with his teeth and claws, and motioned her to look up.

Unfortunately, his angry old mother didn't have the heart to watch more than 'the big balcony of the tennis court'.

He just wanted to bring down his son who wanted to die and beat him up hard.

"...Mike! Brat, come down!"

"I don't, I don't, slightly~"

The child seemed to find it very amused, so he boldly let go of one hand and stuck out his tongue at his mother.

The woman was instantly furious.

Just when she was about to roll up her sleeves, kick off her shoes and climb up to catch the person herself, a tall figure had already passed her one step ahead, climbed up to the high place neatly, and picked off the monkey-like child.

"That's not called a balcony, it's called a carrying platform, and its main task is to load rockets."

The Asian man explained with a child in his arms.

The boy named Mike was still twisting and twisting dishonestly, trying to break free from holding his hand.

However, the second half of the man's supplementary words directly made him freeze, not daring to make trouble anymore.

"Be careful boy, if you fall, I'm afraid next week's basketball league, you can only sit in the audience and watch your opponent show off."

The boy didn't dare to move, but that didn't stop him from yelling loudly: "You are talking nonsense, that skinny chick looks like a chick, he will definitely not win... No, uncle! How do you know I have a basketball game next week!"

The black-haired man didn't speak, but just smiled. After landing, he handed the child to the anxious mother who ran over.

"...Uncle! You haven't answered me—!"

The boy still wanted to ask, but was suddenly hugged tightly by the woman who rushed over.

He was still a little unconvinced at first, and raised his head to argue, but when he met the woman's frightened and panicked eyes, his feverish mind suddenly calmed down as if a basin of ice water had been poured on it.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I..."

The boy lowered his head listlessly, and before he could finish apologizing, the angry old mother grabbed his ears.

"What's the answer! What's the answer! Brat, your skin is itchy!"

"It hurts! It hurts! Mom, this is domestic violence..."

The mother ignored her son's clamor, thanked the black-haired man, and left with him.

"It's the shoes, right?"

The waiting dark-haired boy handed the man his coat and glasses.

Yusaku Kudo took the coat and put it on, smiling encouragingly, "How do you say it?"

Xiaoxin raised his chin, confidently expressed his reasoning,

"Because the occasion was wrong, it was obviously a daily excursion, but that kid deliberately wore a pair of brand new professional basketball shoes."

"Excluding the possibility of preference, the rest is to adapt to the new shoes in advance. In addition, the skin color of his arms is darker than that under the sleeves. In addition to the recent league news promoted by the school, and his athletic ability, there is only one truth- —”

"That kid, he's one of the players in the elementary school basketball league next week!"

After Kudo Shinichi finished speaking, he proudly puffed up his small chest, staring at Kudo Yusaku with piercing eyes.

Just short of writing the words 'I'm awesome, don't praise me' on my face.

The dark-haired detective novelist couldn't help but smile, he put on his glasses, patted his son's head,

"Oh, I didn't think of that."

Xiaoxin's expression changed, and his eyes showed deep thought.

Didn't expect this?

What's the meaning?Did he miss some crucial information?

The black-haired boy had a steamed bun face, and the folds wrinkled from thinking were very much like the soup-filled steamed buns they ate in the morning.

Yusaku Kudo, who successfully teased his son, laughed heartily,

"I just saw the brochure of 'Children's Basketball Game Precautions' exposed by his mother in the bag."

Kudo Shinichi, expressionless: "..."

"Observe the details carefully, Shinichi."

Kudo Yusaku didn't comment on his son's far-fetched reasoning, but gently reminded,

"Inference is not a gorgeous performance, it is rigorous and even boring. What we have to do is to find those inconspicuous details, without any distortion and speculation, and connect them into a line."

"Of course, sometimes, it's a good choice to cheat a little bit!"

The dark-haired novelist winked narrowly at his son.

Xiaoxinyi: "..."

Kudo Xiaoxin puffed up his cheeks unwillingly, but he had to admit that his father did hit his trick of showing off.

At this moment, the tour team in front finally finished reorganizing, and the commentator led the tourists to the next location.

"Dad, there's something I don't understand."

Kudo Shinichi stood beside Kudo Yusaku, and while advancing with the team, he flipped through the promotional brochure of the rocket transport armor in his hand,

"Why did the narrator sister use the pronoun 'He (He)' when she mentioned [Blue Whale]?"

Isn't this just a car?

Well, although it is a loading vehicle that can transport space rockets.

But that doesn't change the fact that it's just a machine.

"Who knows." Yusaku Kudo smiled, and said in a tone that seemed to be telling a fairy tale,

"Perhaps, [Blue Whale] is a living 'person' for that narrator. Didn't the narrator mention the rumors at the beginning of the tour?"

"When the museum was closed in the evening, a patrolling security guard saw the spirit of [Blue Whale] wandering in the car, looking for the driver."

"Thanks, Dad, it's not funny at all."

Xiaoxin half-moon-eyed complained, "If that's the case, wouldn't we be hanging out in someone's stomach now? Wait until five o'clock in the afternoon, and we will gather people to watch the dismantling ceremony of it being 'cut into eight pieces'?"

What kind of urban strange-hunting talk is this.

However, it is unbelievable to say that a first-generation space rocket loading vehicle, which cost a huge amount of money to develop and was regarded as a secret among secrets, did not stand up to the wear and tear of time in the end.

After being completely eliminated, he lay like a grandfather in a science and technology museum.

Then, many years later, it was bought by a wealthy businessman. In the name of 'research and charity sharing', tourists were invited to visit the deconstruction ceremony, and the last bit of value was squeezed out of it through commercial means.

At some point, the black-haired boy even felt that the code name of this rocket loading vehicle was [Blue Whale], which was intentional by those engineers.

From the beginning, in this way, its end was foreshadowed.

"That's not sure, Shinichi."

Yusaku Kudo raised his foot and tapped the ground under his feet, and said casually,

"Now is the era of technology, maybe this huge monster really lives in Che Ling?"

"Oh, then I would like to see the difference between the spirit of the space rocket transport armored vehicle."

Said the boy inside the armored vehicle at the New York Tech Convention Center.

****

"There's something wrong with that convention center."

On the streets of New York, the red-haired girl in a polka-dot dress took off her sunglasses, her emerald eyes focused on the large building opposite, and said solemnly.

"Oh, really? Half an hour ago, when you passed by the video game city, you said the same thing."

The blond young man next to the red-haired girl raised his glasses indifferently, indifferent.

Obviously, this time, he was not going to listen to the nonsense of a ghost girl.

As the future second-in-command successor of EU Hell, Mamen thinks that he can perfectly solve this task by himself.

It's just catching the missing dead, it's a breeze.

The blond eagle-eyed demon thought nonchalantly.

He flapped the wings on his lower back, and when he was about to go to the present world for a quick battle, the subordinate dressed as a maid informed him that Master Beelzebub had issued a new order.

——to meet the partner, the ghost executive from Neon Hell.

Oh, the ghost messenger from over there, in other words, is just charging.

The blond devil calmly adjusted the silver chain on his glasses, not paying attention to the temporary stoppered oil bottle.

It wasn't until the second half of the maid's sentence came that the calmness on the devil's face was definitely shattered.

"In addition, Lord Beelzebub explained that this mission will be led by the ghost messenger executive."

Mammon paused and turned her head slowly: "...What did you say? Who will lead the way?"

The maid smiled: "That ghost officer."

The blond devil took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his ears on both sides, and asked again: "Say it again, who?"

Miss Maid: "The ghost messenger executive of Neon Hell."

"Who?"

"No matter how many times you ask, the answer is the same."

The maid's gentle smile remained unchanged, but the words she said were too direct,

"Master Mamen, I suggest that you get out of here after accepting the mission, and if you continue to pester me, pluck the feathers off your two little wings!"

Blonde Devil: "..."

"I don't believe it, I need to ask Lord Beelzebub to clarify!"

"Oh please."

The maid smiled and moved out of the way, watching a demon whose self-esteem was greatly shattered foolishly rushed into the office of the second in command in hell, and then came out 5 minutes later with high spirits after being fooled.

"Mamen, don't underestimate that ghost officer."

The second in command of EU Hell who was being questioned sat in a large office chair, with his hands resting on his chin, and the lizard's vertical pupils stared straight at his subordinates, and he said earnestly,

"She is the daughter of that ghost and god. She must have come this time with the intention of stealing our important information. You are my most valued subordinate, so I will leave this matter to you. Don't let me down."

...It turned out to be so!

The blond devil who felt that he had been entrusted with important tasks shuddered, and left the office proudly and excitedly, completely forgetting the indignation a few minutes ago.

That's right, it was said that the ghost messenger from Neon Hell was in the lead. In fact, this was just a trick to make the other party get carried away and show their feet!

As expected of Master Beelzebub, you are far-sighted!

Don't worry, Lord Beelzebub, I will definitely not let you down!

The blond-haired young devil clenched his fists with enthusiasm, and looked at the horizon, as if he had already seen himself taking over the power from his respected boss and becoming the perfect future of hell's second in command.

Then on the second day after arriving in this world, Mammon's perfect future was completely shattered.

"Then what, I'm sorry Miss Sanzi, should you start working seriously?"

On the streets of New York, a blond young man in a white suit with a curly back forced himself to endure the anger in his heart, and asked with a fake smile.

"Huh? I've been working hard?"

The third son took a bite of the wasabi hot dog in his hand, blinked his eyes and looked at the young man with a patient face, showing the eyes of a senior who spoke earnestly,

"Little bird, although I can understand how excited you are when you finally come to this world. But it's enough to relax properly. For a mature devil, it's better to focus on work."

Snapped.

A blue tendon was stretched across the young man's forehead, and it jumped quite vividly.

The blond devil, who claimed to be an elite image, took a deep breath, frantically suppressing the rising anger.

But at this time, a certain red-haired girl said in a considerate manner: "What's the matter, little bird, you ate something bad, do you want to have diarrhea?"

"..."

"........."

Endure, endure...

Forbearance, no, can, forbearance, ahhhhhhhhhh! ! !

With a bang, the blond demon seemed to hear the sound of his own reason breaking.

"Who is 'little bird'!! How many times have I said it, I am called Ma-men-men! Devil Mamen!!! You can't understand Japanese, bastard red hair!"

"Also, what do you mean by 'always working hard'?? Ah???"

The erupting demon completely gave up the pride of the elite, and stretched out his fingers vigorously, through the air, pointing at the third son's hand, waist and head one after another, roaring loudly,

"Here, here, and here!! Who is the one who is having fun in this world! Ah??!"

With a hot dog in his hand, a newly-acquired rocket keychain on his waist, and a hairpin around Spiderman on his head, the third son puffed his right cheek, chewed the snack in his mouth, swallowed and said,

"It's not a joke, these are all necessary clues!"

"Let the ghost go!"

The blond demon roared, full of resentment and thought,

"At first I said I was hungry and wanted to eat McDonald's, and then I suddenly ran to the comic store to buy peripherals, and finally ran to the video game store to grab the keychain while I was checking out? Now tell me, is there a problem with the Science and Technology Museum?"

"Hehehe, hehehehehe, if I believe you again, I will be a bird whose head was picked up by a dog hehehehe."

Probably because the resentment expression of the blond youth was too pitiful, the third son scratched his face, took out a lollipop from his pocket, handed it to the youth's eyes, and comforted,

"Xiao, cough, Mamen, don't be sad, eat a candy and calm down, everyone is watching you."

"..."

The blond-haired young man froze, he turned his face abruptly, and sure enough, he saw a group of passers-by around him, looking at him in astonishment.

One of the aunts carrying a vegetable basket stepped forward, patted him earnestly, and persuaded,

"Okay, young man, if you have something to say to your daughter, it's normal for such a cute and beautiful girl to be naughty. Teach her well and don't scare her."

Mammon: "..."

I'm only six hundred years old!Still a young devil! ! !

The blond demon clutched his stomach in pain.

Third son: "I want to have diarrhea..."

"My stomach hurts!!"

Mammon yelled, and desperately covered her stomach that was about to get ulcers with one hand, and wiped her face haggardly,

"Forget it, I deserve it. I shouldn't believe that an outsider can play a role."

"Okay, then we'll investigate separately, wherever you like to go, don't waste my time..."

"that--"

The third son wanted to speak, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted roughly by the young man.

"Shut up! I don't want to listen to you anymore! That's it, let's investigate separately! Don't follow me!"

After the blond-haired youth finished speaking, he glared at the third son, turned and left.

The red-haired girl innocently looked at the other person's angry back, and added in a low voice,

"I just want to tell you that the old lady accidentally put mayonnaise on your back just now..."

Forget it, he should find out by himself later, I hope he won't be mistaken for something terrible.

But investigate separately...

The third son rubbed his chin, and looked at the Science and Technology Exhibition Center across the street, thinking that there was no need for that.

Because, the answer, obviously, is inside that building.

Although from Mammon's point of view, the red-haired ghost girl was fishing and playing everywhere along the way.

But in fact, the third son is really doing business.

Fifteen missing persons, sixteen vanished souls.

Perhaps the police in this world are still not sure, but through the Jingliuli mirror in the Hades Hall, they can be sure that apart from the dead Kawaguchi, the other [-] missing aerospace researchers did not die, but fell into a long-term coma.

The state is very similar to a vegetative state, but the difference is that the former is a pathological factor, while the fifteen researchers are in a deep sleep caused by the disappearance of their souls.

If you leave it alone, you will be in big trouble when the fifteen missing living souls are polluted.

Excluding the real reason for [Hell Communication], the third son recalled the clues he found in Tokyo's present world, and always felt that he had overlooked something important.

At the same time, similar dead people also came from EU Hell.

Compared with the demons of EU Hell, the ghosts of Yan Mo Hall are better at capturing the breath of the dead, which is why they will actively seek cooperation and hand over the dominance to Neon Hell.

According to the information found, the last missing soul is in New York, USA.

Looking for a few missing souls in an international metropolis with an area of ​​more than a thousand square kilometers may sound like a needle in a haystack, but they are not without clues.

——The souls of researchers in the field of aerospace disappeared, and the largest exhibition center in New York held a grand aerospace exhibition.

Intuition told the third son that there must be a connection here.

After arriving in New York, judging from the small objects found following the traces of the dead, the clues did point to that technology exhibition.

Oh, hot dogs are not.

This is just Sanzi's simple greed.

"Aerospace..."

I don't know if I can see the aircraft carrier.

The third son looked at the exhibition center and thought for a moment, when she was about to go to the docking,

Suddenly, a noisy voice came from afar from the end of the street.

Accompanied by exclamations from the crowd, Sanzi felt his ankles warm up suddenly, and something furry hit him.

The third son looked down strangely, and was shocked to find that it was a brown and white Cavalier Beagle.

It doesn't look like it's in great shape.

A small one, not much bigger than a plush toy in a claw machine, with strands of hair on its body, its left eye is closed tightly due to an injury, its right leg is limping, and there seems to be a long slit .

this dog...

The red-haired girl stared at the puppy's injured right leg for a moment, and was about to bend down to pick it up for inspection, when a group of men in black suits suddenly appeared and surrounded the three of them.

The passers-by around screamed and ran away, and occasionally there were a few voices of discussion.

"...What's going on? Hurry up and call the police!"

"Are you crazy? That attire looks like...the Corsican mafia...it's a gang again, don't mind your own business."

……

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"Hello, little girl."

The leading man in a suit stood up, pointed at the puppy at the red-haired girl's feet with a gun, and said,

"If you don't want to die, hand over that beast."