The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Just a few hours ago, Kudo Shin, a kid, told his father jokingly that if the rocket transport and loading vehicle really had a "car elf", he would really like to see it with his own eyes.

And now, if time could be turned back and he was given another chance, the black-haired boy would probably go straight back and smother himself to death.

the reason is simple--

The "Car Spirit" really appeared.

【"Meeting you for the first time, everyone who came to visit the funeral, I am an A67X crawler space vehicle. Out of respect for your brain, which can only remember the common vocabulary, you can call me 'Blue Whale'."】

The electronic and mechanical voice of the speech has no emotional ups and downs, which perfectly fits modern humans' speculation about artificial intelligence machines.

At least, it sounds exactly the same as the Siri voice they usually use.

...It's also quite similar in terms of satirizing them as 'not very smart'.

Tourists who have just experienced "witnessing the death scene" and "crowd stampede" have not yet recovered from the horror.

They held their heads up in a daze, listening to the conversation that popped up suddenly with a confused look on their faces.

In the middle, I can even take a moment to reflect on the situation, and compare this voice, who is more vicious with Siri in my mobile phone.

【"The useless social etiquette is over, here are the rules of this game—"】

"What a mess! Let your supervisor come out from behind!"

An angry male voice sounded, roughly interrupting the mechanical sound in the loudspeaker.

It was the short-cut man who was almost caught in two by the steel plate lowered by the emergency exit.

He threw away his partner's arm that was trying to stop him, pushed the crowd away, raised his middle finger arrogantly in the direction of the loudspeaker, and shouted loudly,

"What? Why should I be locked up here and play some games with you with a broken machine?"

"Warning, this is illegal detention. If you are sensible, open the door now and let us out!"

The rude yelling and cursing of the crop-headed man brought back the sanity of many tourists.

They recovered from the series of blows and responded loudly.

"Yes, let us out!"

"Camera, where is the camera? It must be another disgusting prank show."

"I protest, your science and technology museum is violating my personal rights!"

The originally dead and silent exhibition hall fell into noise and chaos again.

Some tourists who lost their minds followed the troublemaker, rushed up to the high platform, tore open the curtain, smashed the loudspeaker, trying to find out who was hiding behind the microphone.

A few daring tourists approached the dead body of the host with a curiosity-seeking mentality, and kicked the dead body whose head had exploded.

In their eyes, this must be some kind of bluffing prop.

Fans who carried camera equipment excitedly turned on the recording function and pointed the camera at the crowd.

The rest of the people had no intention of stopping them. They took out their mobile phones from their pockets, and they were more concerned about getting in touch with the outside world and getting out from here as soon as possible.

how interesting.

However, a two-storey exhibition hall of hundreds of square meters, at this moment, shows all the living beings in the world.

The red-haired girl stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the exhibition hall without saying a word, staring at the space rocket transport armor on the ground with deep eyes, wondering what she was thinking, Zhong Yuanzhong also turned off the phone screen and walked to her.

The third son turned his head and asked, "How is it?"

"There is no signal." Zhong Yuan Zhong also said calmly, seemingly not surprised by this result at all.

"The four emergency exits in the exhibition hall are all blocked by steel plates. The only one leading to the outside of the exhibition hall is the warehouse on the first floor where loading vehicles are parked. But if you go further, it is also a dead end that is blocked."

After the investigation, Yusaku Kudo leaned over and added solemnly.

Behind him were a few people who helped find the way out.

Judging by the uniform on his body and the ID card worn around his neck, it should be the staff in the exhibition hall.

And Xiaoxinyi was always held by his side tightly.

After the chaos, the dark-haired novelist did not let his youngest son, who was overly curious, act without authorization and leave him half a step away.

At the same time, the self-righteous illusions of the rioting tourists were quickly shattered.

There is no one hiding behind the curtain.

There is no such thing as trickery.

Everyone's phones lost signal.

as well as--

"Ahh! This corpse is real! It's real!"

The few tourists who were playing with the 'props' sat down on the ground with pale faces, holding up their hands stained with blood and brains and kept screaming.

They frantically rubbed their hands on the ground, retching uncontrollably.

Everything that happens is true.

"How is it possible? It's impossible!"

On the high platform, the inch-cropped man slammed the loudspeaker in his hand on the ground, and stomped his feet as if venting his hatred.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he looked up and shouted,

"Come out! That shit that calls itself 'Blue Whale', I know you're watching, get out!"

Unfortunately, this time, whether it was because he smashed the loudspeaker, the mechanical sound did not sound.

The tourists looked apprehensive, and they stared at each other in bewilderment.

The buzzing sound of conversation spread out in the exhibition hall.

Gradually, someone turned their eyes of blame on the man who caused the trouble in the first place.Although they didn't say it clearly, the expressions on their faces clearly resented this man and ruined their only chance to escape.

"Huh? What kind of eyes are you looking at? Is it my fault?"

With red eyes, the inch-cut man looked around at the people around him, and said with a sneer, "Are you kidding me? Could it be that I put a knife on your neck and forced you to act with me?"

"You are so capable, you stopped me from the beginning?"

The few tourists closest to the man frowned.

They wanted to step forward to argue, but as soon as they took a step, they were grabbed by the arms of their relatives and friends, frowned in disapproval, and shook their heads.

"...Okay, don't say a few words!"

The companion firmly pressed the shoulder of the inch-headed man, signaling him to calm down and stop asking for trouble at this time.

"Go away! What did you do long ago!"

The crop-headed man glared at his companion resentfully, kicked the loudspeaker fragments on the ground cursingly, went to a chair and sat down to sulk.

The crowd fell silent again.

Only this time, their expressions were different, and some people kept glancing at the short-haired man sitting on the chair from the corner of their eyes.

Small whispers, mixed in the mother's coaxing to comfort the child.

The atmosphere in the exhibition hall has changed.

As if he had finally enjoyed enough of the performances of the trapped beasts, the mechanical sound that had been silent for a long time finally reappeared mercifully.

——【"It seems that everyone has enough understanding of the status quo."】

The moment the cold and waveless electronic sound played, people scattered in every corner of the exhibition hall raised their heads reflexively.

The third son and the others noticed that there were even expressions of 'surprise' on the faces of quite a few people.

The mechanical sound comes from the speakers on both sides of the ceiling and diffuses in the A2 exhibition hall.

But this time, no one dared to interrupt it again.

["The following announces the rules of this escape game: time limit of three hours, find out the proposers and executors of the 'Deconstructing Funeral Event', and kill them.】

[Anyone who succeeds, you can go home smoothly. "]

【"If the time is exceeded and the target is not dead, at that time, I will start the explosion self-destruction process, and everyone will go to hell with them."】

……

What is that voice saying?

What kills, what happened to the explosion?

The crowd in the exhibition hall was in an uproar.

A calm male voice sounded, and asked the doubts in their hearts instead of them.

"Did you install a bomb here?"

Even though he had already guessed in his heart, Yusaku Kudo still stared at the speaker on the ceiling and spoke to confirm.

【"——It was the bomb you installed for me, and I just reassigned it to its location."】

The electronic voice said calmly.

Following its description, on the projection screen, a familiar detonation device appeared above——

Those 'little things' that were supposed to be installed on the Blue Whale to bring them magnificent fireworks are now buried on the ceiling of the entire exhibition hall, like the sword of Damocles, hanging from their overhead.

Just waiting for the voice to press the start button, like treating that unlucky host, sending them to heaven.

"How do we know that those bombs are real? You are not bluffing and tricking us into killing people?"

"You need to give stronger proof."

A young woman stood up.

She held a small tablet in her right hand, and her paler complexion than the others could not conceal the capable demeanor around her, and the calmness hidden in her eyes that was out of tune with her surroundings.

Yusaku Kudo noticed that when the woman spoke, an unnatural look flashed across the faces of the narrator present, including the staff responsible for security.

There was no answer from the electronic voice, and instead, a strange creak sounded above everyone's heads.

The crowd looked up suspiciously.

Suddenly, something like a black box rubbed against the woman's shoulder, and with a "boom", it hit her feet straight.

The woman was so frightened that she froze on the spot, a cold sweat slipped from the corner of her scratched forehead, mixed with blood, and dripped on the box together.

No one dared to step forward to help.

They were not even sure if this was some kind of revenge method that the woman dropped after angering the voice.

"Wait a moment!"

"Little girl, don't open it!"

During the stalemate, a certain red-haired ghost girl stepped forward and walked up to the woman.

With everyone backing away in horror and watching, she unzipped the zipper on the suitcase and opened the suitcase.

— the explosion did not happen.

A box of considerable number of guns and ammunition weapons appeared in front of their eyes.

Arms of this specification cannot be circulated in the market at all, and can only be bought and sold by certain organizations.

The third son reacted instantly,

She turned her head to look at Chuya Nakahara behind her, and sure enough, she saw the sudden and sharp expression of the gravitational force.

At the same time, the electronic tone sounded lightly.

【"Unfortunately, I am not trading with you. You have no choice but to trust me."】

【"Of course, you can also wait until three hours later and take a gamble. Don't you humans always like to pursue some miracles, flukes and other low-probability events? The weapons are here, and it's up to you to decide whether to use them or not."】

The third son withdrew his gaze from Zhongya Zhongye.

Her eyes fell on the ammunition in the box, and after a while, she suddenly spoke, calling out the real name of the electronic voice for the first time.

It's not the code name [Blue Whale], but the terms it used when it first introduced itself——

"A67X crawler space vehicle, what is your wish?"

The girl's untimely question made everyone stunned, but Zhe who was standing behind her frowned invisibly.

【"I...&%￥*I want&*&..."】

The originally smooth and clear mechanical sound seemed to be malfunctioning, and a series of inaudible noises appeared.

But soon, in just a few seconds, the noise disappeared.

The familiar icy electronic voice returned to everyone's ears. Like a curse, four words were clearly uttered in their ears——

【"I want to be buried with you."】

Snapped.

The mechanical electronic sound completely disappeared.

Instead, the remaining projections on the four sides were replaced with a row of huge numbers, which bounced back with time.

——【2:59:59】

The countdown to hunting has officially begun.

……

…………

The moment the time on the projection appeared, it seemed that an invisible hand gently pulled the trigger against the anxious and silent air of the exhibition hall——

Those who stared at the weapons dropped their camouflage.

They couldn't wait to rush towards the box, crazily scrambling for the arms and weapons in front of them.

Their idea is simple.

——[I don't necessarily use it, but for self-defense, I definitely have to grab one. 】

"Go away! This is what I saw first!"

"Who cares about you, strike first!"

In the chaos, the third son nimbly got out of the crowded crowd and fell back to the side of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

"What's the matter, Mr. Zhongyuan, it looks like something serious has happened."

...Wait, does this sound weird?

A question mark appeared on the heads of Kudo and his son next to him.

The two detectives, one big and one small, stretched out their hands tacitly, pointed at the looting crowd, then turned their heads in unison, and looked at the third son with wide eyes.

It's just short of writing 'this is not counted, it's terrible! 'A few large characters.

"Oh, there is one thing."

The gravity of PortMafia made the Central Plains cadre raise his hand to tidy up the red-haired girl's messed up bangs.

He smoothly pressed down the raised hair on Sanzi's head, and then said flatly in the tone of "forgot to turn off the gas when I went out",

"In that box of Army Fire, the most important Black Sorkin is missing."

Oh, so it's Black Sorkin...

Yusaku Kudo breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to touch the cigarette case in his pocket.

After being quiet for two seconds, as if he had finally come to his senses, he turned his head abruptly, and shouted at Zhongyuan Zhongya in shock,

"Mr. Central Plains, what are you talking about?!! It's 'Black Sorkin' missing?!!!"

That power is 1.5 times that of TNT, as long as a bar of soap, it can blow up a whirlwind Dynamite Black Sorkin? ! !

Are your PortMafia channels too diverse?

Dare to buy this kind of thing? !

On the side, the third son who heard the answer still touched his chin as if commenting, nodded seriously, and showed an expression of approval to Zhong Yuanzhong,

"You are right, Mr. Zhongyuan, a box of Black Sorkin, that is indeed a big deal."