The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Hei Sorkin, whose full chemical name is Cyclosanethylene Methyltrinitramine, was a German pharmacologist at the end of the 19th century. When he was researching and developing rat poison, he accidentally discovered a high-power explosive, which soon became The darling of the battlefield.

It is said that when it explodes, it looks like a terrible whirlwind blowing wherever it goes, and is called the devil's whirlwind explosive by soldiers.

...just the size of a piece of soap, it is enough to blow up a 20-story building or a warship, if a box is completely detonated——

Kudo Yusaku's pupils shrank suddenly.

He turned his head and glanced at the tourists who were snatching up weapons in the hall. He approached Sanzi and Zhongyuan Zhongye two steps without a trace, bowed his head and said quickly in a low voice,

"Since Jun Huo is here, there is a high probability that the box of Black Sorkin is still in this exhibition hall! Mr. Zhongyuan, Miss Sanzi, we must find a way to leave here as soon as possible, and tell the police to evacuate the surrounding crowd."

Black Sorkin's state is very unstable, and will ignite and explode when encountering an open flame, high temperature, vibration, or even a slight impact.

What's more, with the panic and irritable state of the tourists in the exhibition hall, Kudo Yusaku didn't want to see it at all. Because of some people's conflicts and quarrels, he accidentally shot somewhere, causing half of New York to be bombed to the sky.

"If that's the case, you don't need to worry, Mr. Kudo."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said, "Those guys can't shoot."

"what?"

Yusaku Kudo was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't understand Chuya Nakahara's charade.

Facing the bewildered expression of the black-haired novelist, the brown-haired mafioso turned his face with a chuckle, and looked at the third son who had already put his hands on his hips and proudly raised his chin, waiting for praise.

Yusaku Kudo: "Miss Sanko?"

"hey-hey."

Sanzi smiled triumphantly, then stretched out a hand to Yusaku Kudo, showing his empty palm and back like magic.

Then he flipped his palm, and a row of golden metal bullets appeared in his palm.

Before Yusaku Kudo could see clearly, the red-haired girl turned her palm again, and all the bullets disappeared again.

Appear and disappear.

Appears, eh, disappears again.

Back and forth, it's like magic.

Yusaku Kudo: "..."

The black-haired novelist, who understood roughly what was going on, looked away with pain in his eyes, and fell into a long silence.

... He is often too scientific to fit in with the world.

On the other hand, Kudo Shin's little friend opened his eyes wide in surprise, walked around Sanzi, and looked carefully at her palm, which was really empty, revealing, "There is a decision inside, I must crack it" firm expression.

"Well, it's good, children should believe in science!"

A certain red-haired ghost girl nodded seriously, and in front of Xiao Xinyi, began to change bullets with her bare hands.

Then, the red-haired boy knocked on the head, "Stop playing, third son, and get down to business."

"What are you going to do with this guy?"

As Nakahara was speaking, he reached into his large coat and pulled out a fluffy cavalier beagle.

"Wang!"

The white-brown puppy landed with a light bark, and gracefully shook off its messy hair.

But when it noticed that everyone was looking at him unkindly, especially here, a certain terrible brown-haired mafia, the puppy's expression froze visible to the naked eye.

In the next second, the puppy's right eye was staring in the direction of the third son, and while making a cute whining sound, it threw itself into the arms of the red-haired girl.

Then with a 'crack' sound, he was pressed to the ground by the gravity ability that lit up on his body.

Tsk, is that where you can pounce?

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at the dishonest beagle and changed his mind.

"Hey, puppy."

Dog lover Nakahara Nakaya squatted down, grasped the nape of the beagle with two fingers, raised it in front of his eyes, and slowly showed a kind smile,

"It's time for us to find a quiet place and have a good interrogation, you great thief."

"Wang?!"

The beagle was frightened, turned his head suddenly to look at the third son, and wagged his tail begging for mercy, with tears in his eyes.

Woohoo help, my lord, this mafia is so scary!There is no smile in his eyes at all!

"Well……"

The third son stared at the round dog eyes of the beagle for a while, then stretched out his hand and touched the long ears of the beagle,

"Don't worry, little dog, Mr. Zhongyuan scares you, and won't really do it."

"Woo!" The hound straightened its neck in surprise, and rubbed Sanzi's fingers with its head flatteringly.

In the middle of the journey, it quietly turned its head to the side, seemingly inadvertently, and glanced proudly at Zhongya Zhongyuan.

Then he grinned, and stuck out his tongue as if showing off towards the gravity user.

Ah.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had no expression on his face, looking down at the scheming dog with a sneer in his eyes.

Sure enough, the next moment, before the brown-haired hound could retract its squinting dog eyes, it heard the clear voice of the red-haired girl falling from the top of its head, and lightly added the second half of the sentence——

"Mr. Zhongyuan is soft-hearted and won't bully small animals, so the one who interrogates is me, puppy~"

"Let's find a quiet place."

"..."

The wagging tail of the Cavalier Spaniel cub snapped, and the dog stiffened into stone.

Kudo and his son who witnessed the whole process: "..."

Xiaoxin looked at the puppy, hesitant to speak.

He understands the truth, but as a dog, isn't its expression a little too rich?

Yusaku Kudo, the only reliable adult with a broken heart, said silently,

"Then what, I'm sorry to disturb your family's dog breeding, but does anyone remember that the current situation is quite urgent."

*****

—Of course someone remembers.

Outside the Science and Technology Exhibition Center, several armed explosion-proof police vehicles arrived at the scene one after another.

Accompanied by the sound of the slide rails of the car door being opened, a group of armed police officers with guns jumped out of the car, and quickly sneaked into the Science and Technology Convention and Exhibition Center under the sign of the team leader.

All the tourists and exhibitors in the building have been forcibly evacuated, leaving only some exhibits that were too late to take away, scattered in the exhibition hall, and dumped on the floor in a mess.

No one spoke, and the surroundings were so quiet that the team could only hear their own breathing and footsteps.

Suddenly, one of the team members staggered and was tripped by an electronic dog that came out of nowhere.Unfortunately, I stepped on its switch.

Suddenly, the entire exhibition hall was filled with the sound of electronic dogs barking.

"It's okay, keep going."

The leader made a safe gesture, bent down to pick up the noisy electronic pet, turned off the switch behind it, and put it back on the passing table.

The dog barking that echoed in the A1 exhibition hall disappeared, and the surroundings returned to calm.

The toy dog ​​that was thrown on the table lay quietly on its side, with its head tilted and not saying a word.

Only those lovely round eyes seemed to be alive, staring straight at the back of the gun squad, watching them divide into four groups and head towards the target exhibition hall A2.

"How is the situation, what is the success rate of a forced breakthrough?"

The sheriff's voice came from the headset of the lead SWAT officer.

"The success rate is not high."

The leading special police officer withdrew his hand from checking the steel door, and truthfully reported to the radio,

"The steel plate that closes the emergency exit of the A2 exhibition hall is a special aerospace material that has been strengthened. Ordinary metal cutting machines will not work."

The voice on the other end of the headset was silent for a few seconds before proposing a more radical plan.

"What if we forcefully break through with a bomb and blow up a passage?"

The leading SWAT frowned slightly.

He opened his mouth to deny this plan, when he heard an unfamiliar voice from the radio, rejecting the chief's poor proposal on his behalf.

And the other party's reasons are obviously more convincing than their own.

——"If you don't want to blow up the 1000 tourists inside, I advise you not to do it, Sergeant Walker."

Inside the NYPD

Sergeant Walker, who was concentrating on the monitor, turned his head suddenly when he heard the voice, and found five unfamiliar faces standing behind him, looking at them for an unknown amount of time.

"Who are you? Now is a special time period. The police station refuses to visit."

Walker looked at the outstanding young men and women in front of him, and subconsciously blurted out a word of rejection.

"Hello, Sheriff Walker."

The man standing in the front didn't comment on this. With a serious expression like a cardboard poker, he stretched out his hand to Walker and introduced himself,

"I am Aaron Hotchner, Division Chief of the BAU at FBI Headquarters, and this is my team of Agents Derek Morgan, Jason Gideon, Dr. Spencer, and Liaison Officer Jennifer Let it be hot."

The team members behind the man nodded to the sheriff of the New York Police Department one by one.

"FBI?"

Walker frowned. "I don't remember this case belonging to you."

"Well, now it is."

As Aaron said, he picked up the remote control and turned on the TV in the police station.

There was no need to switch channels, as soon as it was turned on, the face of a news host jumped out of the TV screen.

The blonde host introduced the case to the camera, and the building behind her happened to be the New York Science and Technology Convention Center where the emergency case was notified not long ago.

——["...45 minutes have passed since the hostage kidnapping at the New York Convention and Exhibition Center. According to informed sources, the number of people trapped in the A2 exhibition hall is currently close to 1000. The criminals call themselves 'Blue Whale'"]

——["The other party frantically proposed that the tourists in the museum should kill each other, otherwise, the explosives will be detonated in three hours. Now four and ten minutes have passed since the three-hour deadline, and the police still have not taken any measures..."]

Crack, the TV was brutally turned off.

"Damn well-informed people! How did the group of media know?!"

"Obviously, Sergeant Walker, someone inside your police station has leaked information."

The director of the BAU has long been familiar with this,

"For the media and police spokesperson, J and Jennifer will take care of it. What is more important now is that you cooperate with us as soon as possible and provide all the materials we need."

"We have limited time, and the longer we delay, the greater the panic it will cause."

"and also--"

"What else?" The sheriff frowned, and asked no longer resisting.

Obviously, he has realized the seriousness of the problem.

Aaron Hotchner paused for a while, glanced at everyone inside the police station and said,

"Also, get all operators ready. Call, coming soon."

As if to verify what Aaron said was true, at the moment his voice fell, the originally quiet police station phone suddenly rang like a pot exploded, and the collective frenzy rang!

******

"There are a few doubts that are very strange."

In a vacant room in the New York Police Department, BAU members were sitting around a table, looking through files.

"Since the suspect proposed a 'killing game' and specifically limited it to three hours, why didn't he directly announce the list and photos to the tourists, instead letting the trapped hostages act on their own?"

Doesn't this contradict his "in a hurry" behavior?

Morgan was a little puzzled.

"Maybe it was intentional? He wanted to use this method to torture the planners and executors of the funeral and scare them."

Jennifer Genge raised a possibility, "The suspect is likely to have a grudge against the Blue Whale's team members, and he is taking revenge on them."

Especially in the only surveillance video recovered by the convention and exhibition center, the suspect mentioned at the end——

【"I want to be buried with you."】

This is a very typical expression of revenge.

"Or, there is another possibility—"

Gideon, the oldest and most experienced in the team, looked at the tourists in the video, pressed the pause button of the video, turned his head and said to the team members,

"This suspect, even he himself doesn't know who the members of the 'Blue Whale Activity' are."

Morgan stared at the crowd in the video, and got a revelation: "The suspect is observing...he is collecting the expressions and reactions of the crowd, and deliberating on his execution list!"

If this is the case, then the last woman in the video, who stands up, will be very dangerous.

She will be the first victim.

The supervisor, Aaron Hotchner, quickly gave the division of labor orders to the team members,

"Morgan, inform Garcia to find out the identities of everyone in the A2 exhibition hall; JJ, you contact the exhibition hall and the scientific research institute and ask them to provide a list of all the people related to the Blue Whale—volunteers, engineers, and designers."

"You and Gideon are right, the suspects did have a grudge against them."

"It's just that the object of his revenge is not only the organizers of the Blue Whale's funeral, but also all the team members who participated in the production of the Blue Whale in the past."

They must find out the 'hate list' before the suspect.

——Before the farce in the A2 exhibition hall became a real 'killing game'.

……

…………

Everyone moved, except for the youngest Spencer Reed, who was still sitting at the table in his original posture.

His dark brown eyes stared at the surveillance video without blinking, and he pressed the rewind and play button repeatedly, thoughtfully.

"What did you think of, Spencer?"

Gideon put a cup of brewed coffee in his hand.

This 187-year-old talented young man with an IQ of 23, three doctorates in chemistry, mathematics, and engineering, and two bachelor's degrees in psychology and sociology, who was exceptionally admitted by BAU, reached out and clicked on a video.

At this time, the surveillance video on the screen stopped at the last scene before all the cameras in the museum failed.

The delicate-looking red-haired girl squatted beside the military firebox, looking down at the guns inside the box for a while.

Then, she stretched out her hand at an incredible speed, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, she collected all the ammunition.

It is easy to turn those extremely lethal weapons into iron rods that can only be used to smash people.

Her speed was very fast. If Spencer hadn't discovered the anomaly in the portraits between the frames and slowed down the video by a hundred times, he wouldn't even have noticed something wrong with it.

"The group of superpowers?"

Gideon glanced at the video and asked with a raised eyebrow.

However, to his surprise, Spencer Reed shook his head and denied,

"There are many unexplainable mysteries in this world, such as Italy, the golden arrow that is said to be able to fulfill people's wishes, various strange powers of neon lights, and even the rumored 'transcendent'—"

"Gideon, what seems to be magic or superpowers now may be the science of the future."

"I won't bother people because of this, not to mention, the above-mentioned events are only known to a very small number of people, and are low-probability events in a small probability. It is ultimately a larger group of ordinary people who dominate history and the future."

"However, in this surveillance video, I saw something more terrifying than magic."

It is closer to scientific reality, and it has been regarded as the highest romance and the highest threat by countless works and science fiction novels at the same time——

AI, artificial intelligence, intelligent life forms.

All in all, that sort of thing.

"Gideon."

Spencer turned his head, looked at his soul teacher seriously, and said, "The 'Unsub' we are facing this time, in addition to a certain person, perhaps, there is also a mature artificial intelligence."

"They know each other and are a group."

****

At the same time, in a lounge somewhere in the A2 exhibition hall

Detective Yusaku Kudo is also thinking about the same problem.

He silently looked at the ghost messenger who bullied the stuffed beagle and ran wildly, and could only bury his head under the chair, whimpering and pretending to be dead, and suddenly asked,

"Miss Sanzi, do you still choose to stand by and watch this time's revenge?"

The voice of the black-haired novelist suddenly sounded, making the air in the entire lounge quiet for a second.

At this time, the third son was wearing a black glove provided by a good-natured gravitationalist on his right hand, and was scratching the puppy's hind legs with his fingers, madly tickling to extract a confession.

When Yusaku Kudo's question came, Miko stopped what he was doing.

She turned her head a little surprised and glanced at Yusaku Kudo.

Then, a smile slowly appeared.