The lover that gravity makes is wrong

It is difficult for ordinary people who live by the laws and morals of the world to imagine the lives of marginalized people.

Just like every casino, there are always thousands of ways to deal with debtors, the casinos that Yokohama PortMafia belongs to naturally have their own methods.

Of course, the practice of cutting hands and legs at every turn in the movie has long been abandoned by the times.

After all, even if you are a hopeless gambler, you still have the advantage of cheap labor—if you destroy this only "complete" performance, it will be the biggest waste.

"The victim's little finger bone was shattered and severely injured during his lifetime. Judging from the degree of wound healing, it is preliminarily guessed that it was caused by a blunt instrument, which lasted at least half a year."

Kudo Yusaku's autopsy knowledge is limited, if he is replaced by a professional forensic doctor, he should be able to get more information.

But that's enough.

From the very beginning, detective novelists have had doubts about the old wound on the tail finger of the deceased Hideaki Oda.

It didn't look like it was caused by an accident or accident, but it was closer to someone doing it on purpose.

A vague thought flashed through Kudo Yusaku's mind, but there was no evidence, until he saw the scene on the three-character sketch, he was sure of his guess.

Yokohama, casinos, crushed broken little finger.

All kinds of clues point to one place, and the truth is ready to come out.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, there is something I want to confirm with you."

Kudo Yusaku looked at the red-haired boy.

"Oh, coincidentally, I happen to have information I want to know."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows, and his tone accidentally revealed the unruly and domineering aura belonging to the mafia.

The ochre-haired boy closed the drawing with one hand, and just took two steps in the direction of Yusaku Kudo, when he suddenly remembered something and turned his head, and sure enough, he saw a red-haired girl following with sparkling eyes, saying, "What information, let me I also listen to' look.

But this time, Zhongyuanzhong was not so easy to talk to.

He shoved the drawing book back into the girl's hand, and drove her away: "Be honest and stay aside, don't make trouble."

"Eh?!"

Unexpectedly, he would be excluded, the third son opened his eyes wide in shock,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, I'm your lovely assistant. As for the agreed material time, crossing the river and demolishing bridges is prohibited!"

"No one has agreed with you on this." Zhe Fazhun's expression was grim.

On the other side, a certain kid got the same treatment.

"Father! I want to listen to what you want to say!"

Kid Kudo wanted to pull his father's trouser legs unwillingly, but it was a pity that Yusaku Kudo moved around flexibly and skillfully avoided his son's tricks.

The tall black-haired man bent down, grabbed the boy's armpit, lifted his son, and put him next to the red-haired girl.

"Hey, Shinichi, you're still young, you're not suitable to know, go play with your sister for a while, and you'll know the truth soon."

Kudo Shinichi: "Dad!"

Third son: "Teacher Zhongyuan!"

Two small animals, one big and one small, stared at the backs of Yusaku Kudo and Chuya Nakahara in disbelief, like small animals thrown away by their guardians.

They wanted to follow up secretly, but because of the majestic eyes of the guardian (?), they could only squat down in pain, with miserable expressions like a kicked dog.

"Ugh..."

"hateful!"

The girl and the boy looked at each other, and both whimpered unwillingly.

Probably because the expressions of the two were really pitiful and funny, and many members of the tour group present couldn't help laughing out loud.

There was also an elderly couple who stuffed a handful of candies into their hands with kind eyes as if they were looking at their grandchildren.

Shinichi Kudo, who claims to be no longer a kid: "..."

The third son who got the candy was stunned. She looked up at the old couple in a daze for a while, and then she really obediently lowered her head and peeled off a candy, stuffed it into her mouth, showing a happy expression of being fed.

Kudo Shin's little friend Ban Yueyan: "...Hello!"

This guy is actually only five years old!

Although a little disgusted, Kudo Shinichi, who is essentially a good boy, hesitated for a moment, and finally, under the smiling eyes of the old man, he peeled off a candy and threw it into his mouth, and put the rest into his sweater pocket.

"Hey, kid." The red-haired girl said suddenly.

"what?"

Kudo Shin, a little friend, gnawed on the candy, squatted beside Sanzi and answered casually.

He didn't turn his head to look at the third son. At this moment, the little detective Kudo was staring at his father and the red-haired boy with his round eyes wide open, trying to guess the content of their conversation through mouth movements.

Flight... accident...?

Huh?Why not the murderer?

Damn, I can't figure out what they're talking about.

Kudo Shinichi was full of doubts, and scratched the hair on his head irritably.

The third son didn't care about the black-haired boy's distraction, she also looked at Nakahara Nakaya and Kudo Yusaku who were talking, a gleam of emerald pupils flashed,

"For a while, remember to hold your father's hand firmly."

A row of question marks appeared on Kudo Shinichi's head: "Huh?"

***

At the same time, Nakahara Chuya and Kudo Yusaku met each other.

"Mr. Kudo, if you want to ask about Hideaki Oda's situation, I can only tell you that it was indeed the handiwork of our casino, but unfortunately, it is not our turn for him to take action."

As if seeing through what the novelist wanted to ask, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't talk nonsense, and directly presented the answer.

Any casino has a way of dealing with gamblers, and PortMafia is no exception.

Compared with the bloody times of the previous generations, their current approach appears to be much "kinder"——

It's nothing more than breaking the bones of the little finger.

If you want to procrastinate, leave the little finger bone.

The first time is the little finger, the second time is the ring finger.

People have ten fingers, and this group of useless people who are jealous of gambling have ten fingers to raise their gambling debts.

At first glance, such a method seems to be suspected of being too mild, but judging from the reports received from various casinos after the implementation, the proportion of bad debts has actually dropped a lot.

It can only be said that it is worthy of Dazai Osamu.

The biggest problem plaguing casinos is easily solved.

Of course, these are not topics that Zhongyuanzhong also cares about.

Compared with the truth and the murderer, now he cares more about other things, such as——

the plane.

After boarding the flight, Zhong Yuanzhong also vaguely felt some indescribable sense of disobedience.

Leaving aside the fake flight attendant service, he was very vocal in discussing "plot setting" with the girl named Sanzi, not to mention the frequent occurrence of words such as "mafia" and "organization".

Ordinary people should have shown uneasiness, or cast puzzled looks.

However, the entire first-class passengers, as if collectively deaf, turned a deaf ear to this.

Not right.

The ocher-haired boy narrowed his eyes, and pressed the result of the test calmly.

He originally planned to attack the red-haired girl, but since the famous Japanese detective novelist is here, there is no need for other options.

"So that's it, is it a casino?"

When Kudo Yusaku heard the words, a flash of understanding flashed across his face.

In the end, the doubts about the motive were solved, but the truth is too sad, especially when it happened on this plane.

Thinking of this, the novelist couldn't help but sighed. He glanced at the shabby-haired boy with a cold expression, and stated his reasoning as agreed.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, do you still remember what was broadcast when the plane took off?"

"broadcast?"

Nakahara Chuya frowned delicately, just like a magnificent famous painting folded into folds that shouldn't be there, "I didn't care, I vaguely remembered Sky Japan Airlines, flight 864, what's the problem?"

"It's no wonder you don't know Mr. Zhongyuan."

Flight SKF864 once occupied the front pages of all news newspapers in Japan.

The plane encountered an unknown accident five years ago and lost contact with the aviation command center. Since it took off from Hakodate, it has never landed again. It is known as the 'disappeared ghost flight'.

Yusaku Kudo looked at the boy who was at most 17 years old in front of him, and said with a wry smile in the eyes of the other party who were gradually widening,

"That's right, just as Mr. Zhongyuan thought, we seem to have boarded the legendary ghost flight."

……

…………

Nakahara Chuya's mind went blank for a moment.

He didn't seem to understand the man's words, and his cobalt blue eyes were fixed on Yusaku Kudo.

The surrounding air seemed to have quieted down, and countless suspicious details flashed across the frame like a repertoire before his eyes, and finally settled on the middle-aged men he saw when he boarded the plane.

At that time, he only felt that the T-shirts on them were familiar, but he didn't think about it.

Thinking about it now, it was the Mariners cultural shirt launched five years ago when the World Cup final was held at Yokohama International Stadium.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had an impression of this, because at that time, there were a few kids who liked football in [Sheep], they privately pooled a sum of money, bought it from fans, and showed it off in the base for a long time.

It turned out that the reminder was already in front of his eyes.