The lover that gravity makes is wrong

It was a young woman who spoke.

She is tall and slender, with black hair, facial features with a three-dimensional sense unique to mixed race, wearing a business suit for women, and holding a small tablet in her hand.

The third son remembered her as the only woman who dared to question the electronic voice in public.

As if she wanted to attract everyone's attention, she deliberately paused for a while after she finished speaking, and only after most of her eyes had gathered, she raised her glasses and continued,

"The only thing that is certain now is that our situation is not optimistic. No one knows whether that lunatic will actually detonate the bomb when the three-hour deadline is up. Therefore, it is better to take the initiative to attack than to sit and wait."

"What you call taking the initiative to attack is to hand over the people who are active?"

Someone raised a question: "Let's not say that we don't even know who they are. That lunatic meant to kill people. Why? Can you do it?"

When it comes to murder, many tourists frowned in disgust.

The exhibition hall staff, headed by the narrator and the security guard, looked at the black-haired woman warily, and there was a hint of threat in the eyes of very few people.

hohoho.

Sanzi, who was standing outside the crowd, of course noticed this scene, turned his head and exchanged glances with his friends to write down their characteristics.

"Who said you're going to kill someone?"

The brunette retorted, "We can use them as bait to bring out the people behind the scenes."

"Take a step back, even if he doesn't show up, at least we have the initiative, which is better than being so passive now."

The woman's words calmed down the tourists present, and many of them showed excited expressions.

Although they don't want to admit it, they really have no better way.

In the silence, a voice asked: "...then what do you want to do?"

"The solution is very simple—"

The dark-haired woman took a deep breath, her eyes wandered over the faces of the tourists one by one,

"According to that voice, the organizer of the event must be among us."

"So, I hope that you can take the initiative to stand up. Don't be afraid, we have weapons. As long as we catch the people behind the scenes, everyone will be saved."

what?

Take the initiative to stand up?

For a moment, everyone looked at the black-haired woman in disbelief, wondering if there was something wrong with their ears.

"Ha, I thought you had a good idea to say."

There was a mocking laugh, and the inch-cut man said,

"If you expect them to take the initiative to stand up and die, do you think their brains are as flooded as yours? It's a waste of time."

"I, I think it's feasible."

A thin man spoke timidly, agreeing with the brunette.

Several other tourists who looked like young students also nodded: "Yes, we have so many people. When the time comes, they will take turns to guard them, and they will be safer than hiding now."

"Come out, everyone cooperate and get out of here."

"It's better than sitting still..."

"Now we are all grasshoppers on the same rope, think about it for everyone."

With more and more voices echoing, the gaze on the staff in the exhibition hall has gradually changed from scrutiny to persecution.

One of the big men grabbed the shoulder of a female commentator and asked loudly,

"Hey! You are also an employee, so you must know who they are? Tell me! Do you want us to die together!"

"Let go... I don't know! The list of the blue whale planning team is confidential..."

The narrator who was suddenly grabbed was taken aback, and the heavy makeup couldn't cover the horror on his face.

She shook her head in panic, and looked at her colleagues around for help.

However, most of the colleagues hesitated for a while, and turned their heads without seeing it, avoiding the commentator's eyes.

Only the responsible security staff took a step forward, put his hand on the anti-explosion stick around his waist, and warned sharply, "Sir, please step back! Otherwise, I will take necessary measures!"

"Necessary measures?"

The big man imitated the guard's tone and laughed.

"Just your stick? Who are you scaring! Did you see what I'm holding? It's a gun! A gun!"

He shook the weapon in his hand triumphantly, successfully making the latter's face livid.

That's right, this is a special shotgun specially ordered by Hong Kong and Hei with a lot of money.

Zhongya, who was standing on the periphery, silently added information about the weapon in his heart.

The full name is the AA12 series. Just like your way of holding the clothes rack, if it is really loaded, the high-explosive small grenade with a range of 175 meters can go off on the spot and smash your shoulder bones, big man.

As if seeing the slander and distress in the heart of a certain gravitational force, the third son patted Nakahara Chuya's shoulder sympathetically,

"It's okay, Mr. Zhongyuan, it's considered a sponsorship. You see, at least the bullets are not lost. At worst, I will order the gun and body later, saving 50%!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Seeing that the noise in the exhibition hall was getting louder and louder, and the situation was about to get out of control, Kudo Yusaku just wanted to stop it, but was stopped by the red-haired girl first.

"Wait a little longer, Mr. Kudo, it's not time yet."

This is a showdown.

The people behind the scenes want to force them to take action, and they also want to find his hiding place. Now, the competition is who is more calm.

...That being said, you are running out of time.

Is it revealing your identity?Or continue with the plan?

The red-haired girl glanced at the constantly beating numbers on the projection, counting down in her heart.

When the count reached one, a voice finally sounded, stopping the confrontational crowd from arguing.

"I know the list—!" someone yelled.

Everyone was stunned, and Qi Qi Xunsheng turned his head. He was shocked to find that the person who spoke was the black-haired woman who suggested that the planning team stand up by themselves.

"you again?"

Fierce cropped man frowned and glared at brunette woman,

"Since just now, I've been saying inexplicable things there. Sometimes people take the initiative to stand up, and sometimes they say that you know the list. Why, it's very interesting to play us..."

"it's me."

The brunette woman suddenly spoke and interrupted the man.

The man was taken aback: "What?"

"I said, I am a member of the Blue Whale event planning team."

The brunette calmly repeated her words.

"That's the way it is. Whoever proposes the bait plan should be on top. I just wanted to inform my team members in advance of my choice."

The woman shrugged her shoulders as a matter of course. She opened the fingerprint lock of her tablet with her fingers, called up her employee information page, and stood upside down in front of her chest.

"Formal self-introduction, Rin Tojo, is one of the planners of the 'Blue Whale Deconstruction Project' sentenced to death."

"Any team member who is willing to be a bait with me can stand up. It doesn't matter if you don't want to. I won't disclose your information."

"As proof—"

In front of everyone, Rin Tojo slammed the tablet that was inseparable from his body to the ground, stepped on the display screen with his heel and crushed it vigorously, completely smashing the touch screen of the tablet into pieces, revealing the scrapped inside.

*****

Meanwhile, the NYPD Central, Temporary Investigative Unit

Penelope Garcia, a BAU technical member far away in Quantico, screened and sent the investigated materials one by one to the mobile phones of his companions.

Her voice came from the speakerphone, echoing across the room.

"Tojo Rin, 34 years old, settled in Neon Tokyo with his mother before the age of ten, and was admitted to the University of Tokyo at the age of 15, majoring in aerospace engineering, but was dismissed by the school for unknown reasons."

"Afterwards, he moved to New York. He graduated from New York University in mechanical engineering at the age of 25, and joined the Kennedy Space Center in Florida at the age of 30. He became the youngest engineer and one of the main promoters of the Blue Whale Deconstruction Project."

"Wow, another glorious resume of a proud man of heaven."

"Kennedy Space Center, Florida?"

Morgan quickly realized, "That's the original research and development site of the Blue Whale."

"Garcia, what is the real reason why Rin Tojo was dismissed by the University of Tokyo?" asked Aaron, the team leader.

"Give me three seconds."

On the other end of the phone, Garcia called up the Tokyo University forum decades ago, a social network of students in the same class as Rin Tojo.

The Internet has memories.

As long as it has been spoken and existed, even if it is deleted on a large scale afterwards, as long as the technology is good enough, those secrets that have disappeared can be seen again.

Soon, Garcia followed the clues and found the source.

It was a report in the Tokyo Daily, smaller than a block of tofu.

After seeing the content above, Garcia showed an expression of disbelief.

"...At that time, Tojo Rin was sued for abusing his roommate's pet dog. In the same year, the engineering research class found that a large number of equipment in the laboratory was lost. The equipment was found in the basement of Tojo's house—and... 26 puppies Corpse."

The air in the meeting room was silent for a second.

Gideon asked, "This amount of animal harm and abuse should have happened earlier. Where is her guardian?"

"According to the data, Tojo Rin's mother, Tojo Oo, was pregnant when she was unmarried and her father was unknown when she was studying in the United States.

After dropping out of school and returning to Neon, she was regarded as a disgrace by the family, and unilaterally severed the relationship with her parents. After that, she lived alone and raised Tojo Rin. When she was ten years old, she died of illness due to overwork. "

"Then Tojo Rin was adopted by his uncle, Tojo Saji, Tojo Saji..."

Penelope Garcia swallowed painfully, her voice trembling a little,

"He was once arrested by neighbors for molesting children, but he was acquitted many times due to insufficient evidence."

"Thank you, Wonder Girl."

Morgan cut off the phone.

The air in the conference room was a bit heavy, and the answer was already obvious.

"It looks like we've found someone who fits the profile."

At the same time, Jennifer Jeange appeared at the door, she reached out and knocked on the door panel,

"Hey, Guys, the Kennedy Space Center in Florida replied, they sent a list of the blue whale research and development team, I think you'd better take a look.

After everyone heard the words, they quickly took the handed list, and their eyes froze immediately.

The information provided by the Kennedy Space Center lists nearly a thousand names eloquently, but the core team has been circled by JJ.

Except for Professor Kaia Goodwin, who has been dead for many years, the remaining 22 people have retired.

"That's the problem--"

Jennifer said in a solemn tone, "Among the 21 old professors, the family members of 19 reported their disappearance to the police a few days ago. But they were quickly found one after another, but they all fell into an unexplained coma and are being treated in the hospital."

"The last two professors, Abel Kent and Adrian Joe, bought a flight to New York the day before."

"At this moment, I am trapped in the A2 exhibition hall."

"Logically, as development engineers, they will definitely go to see the 'Blue Whale' for the last time." Gideon said.

"—but Adrian probably wasn't."

Spencer spoke.

1 minute is enough for him to read all the materials one step ahead of his companions.

He flipped the thick document file to a page in the second half, circled a section of the record with a pencil, and displayed it in front of everyone——

The place circled by the pencil is the list of a group of students that Adrian Joe once sponsored in the name of 'Blue Whale Trust'.

Many of them have graduated and embarked on their own ordinary life paths.

There is only one exception.

Under the sponsorship of the 'Blue Whale Trust', she successfully graduated from an excellent Ivy League university, and joined the Kennedy Space Center under the secret recommendation of Adrian himself.

name is--

"Toujyo Rin."

Holding the file, Spencer said slowly: "Professor Qiao is not going to say goodbye to the 'Blue Whale', at least not completely."

"He probably wanted to take a look at Tojo Rin, the younger generation he once sponsored and became a success."

Professor Qiao thought he was visiting the comforting young generation, but he didn't know that what he was facing was the culprit of the kidnapping threat——

Rin Tojo would kill him.

*****

Rin Tojo, who revealed her identity, soon became a bait as she said, and was locked alone in a lounge in the exhibition hall.

Coincidentally, the room she was in happened to be next door to where the third son and the others had discussed the plan not long ago.

"Just leave her alone? Didn't you hear what the woman said just now? She knows who the others are!"

"Then what do you want? Make her spit out her name? Who will go, you go?"

"Okay...! Don't make noise, Miss Tojo sacrificed herself as a bait, you still want to persecute her, are you still human!"

"Oh, you are so kind, why don't you try to persuade other people to reveal their identities? Or what, you are also one of them?"

"I……!"

In the hall, debates about how to deal with Tojo Rin continued to sound.

There are tourists who have nothing to do with themselves and stay away from it all the time, thinking that those who are eager to get ahead will deal with it anyway.

Those tourists who raised their hands in favor of Rin Tojo's plan unexpectedly began to fight against each other.

They snatched Rin Tojo's custody in a grand manner just like they snatched weapons not long ago.

In their eyes, Rin Tojo is no longer a 'person', but a symbol like a 'gold medal for avoiding death'.

As long as they hold her in their hands, they will have the opportunity to negotiate with the people behind the scenes.

At this time, no one noticed that in the chaos, a woman with a work badge around her neck quietly retreated from the crowd.

After she glanced left and right, she felt that she was unconsciously moving towards the rest room, unaware that there was a team of four behind her.

The third son stood at the front, Nakahara Nakaya was second, and Kudo Yusaku walked at the end with Xiaoxinyi in his arms.

The person behind is holding the clothes of the person in front.

Arranged from low to high, it happens to be a row of WIFI shapes protruding from one corner.

Oh, the protruding horn is the tip of Kudo Shinichi's hair.

"That... Sister Sanzi, do we have to be so sneaky? Didn't you say that as long as we are in your barrier, the other party will never find out?"

Xiao Xinyi lowered his eyelids and asked twitchingly at the corners of his mouth.

"Hush! You don't understand."

The third son turned his head and whispered nervously, "This is a necessary procedure!"

"What procedure?" Xiaoxin looked suspicious.

The red-haired girl's eyes gradually became sharper,

"A super fun tracking game program! I've wanted to try it for a long time. I heard that this is an elementary school in the real world. In recent years, the popular 'train tracking'!"

Kudo Shinichi: "..."

No, this kind of strange game has never been popular in their current school!

Even if it's a ghost, apologize to all elementary school students all over the world!

Xiaoxin held back for a while, but still couldn't hold back, and looked at the expressionless gravitational user,

"Brother Zhongyuan, don't you want to say anything?"

As a cadre of PortMafia in Yokohama, you are forced to play train games with your clothes corner like a primary school student, so you really have nothing to say!

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyes and glanced at the winking Xinyi.

At this time, he was wrapping around the slender waist of the red-haired girl with one hand, and casually holding the corner of the third son's clothes.

At first glance, it seems that there is nothing unusual, but in fact, it is close to wrapping the person in his arms directly from behind.

In this regard, the honest Central Plains Gravity Envoy said that he has no opinion on this train game.

He likes it, and it would be even better if there weren't two light bulbs behind it.

Two Kudo light bulbs: "..."

They made a mistake, they forgot, this is a ruthless person who can stick and never waste.

****

in the lounge

Rin Tojo, who was locked in the room, raised his head and threw himself into the sofa.

She looked at the ceiling, as if thinking of the long-awaited ending, she couldn't help chuckling.

Let's make a fight, make a fight, the louder the better.

If the so-called 'unity and trust' atmosphere is not completely disrupted, how will her next good show be staged?

Tsk, the only troublesome thing is who the dog had contact with before it was recycled, and how much it revealed to her.

Thinking of a certain puppy that was nothing but nonsense, but added to her plan, Rin Tojo frowned in annoyance, but soon, she stretched her eyebrows and eyes again, and raised the corners of her mouth in a good mood.

Forget it, anyway, the purpose is achieved, it is useless.

...Anyway, it's just a disobedient machine.

Rin Tojo lowered his eyelashes, thinking gloomyly.

At this moment, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from the corridor and stopping outside the door.

Then, after knocking twice, the agreed knock on the door sounded.

The black-haired woman lying on the sofa sat up suddenly, she looked straight at the door that was pushed open, and slowly grinned on her face.

coming.

*****

Half an hour later, a shrill scream reached the ears of the tourists.

When they arrived, they found the lounge door was open, and the woman who was supposed to be the bait was reclining on a chair.

The head on her neck was blown to pieces, leaving only a bloody hole the size of a bowl facing them.

Rin Tojo is dead.