The lover that gravity makes is wrong

A powerful ghost can't be hurt.

But this does not prevent that when the countdown to the Black Sorkin bomb reached zero, Nakahara Nakahara forcefully pulled a certain red-haired ghost into his arms, subconsciously turned his back, and used his back to block the blow of the counterattacking explosion for the girl , with a high temperature flame.

The third son was startled, flashed almost immediately, and withdrew from the area affected by the explosion.

Two seconds later, there was a soft "pop" in the air, and two figures suddenly appeared on a remote beach in Florida.

As soon as his feet landed and stood firmly, Zhong Yuanzhong felt that his arms were empty, followed by a series of nervous inquiries from the red-haired girl.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, is there any injury?"

"Do you have a burning sensation in your lungs? Feel dizzy?"

The third son circled Zhongya Zhongye with frowning eyebrows, his sharp eyes were like rays, scanning the boy's body in 360 degrees in all directions, looking for wounds.

If it wasn't for the occasional restriction, Zhong Yuanzhong also had reasons to believe that a certain idiot would pounce on him and tear off his clothes to check.

... Cough, although he personally has no opinion on this.

This is the first time Chuya Nakahara has seen the panicked expression of the red-haired girl.

Even though he knew it was wrong, the subtle joy and satisfaction still spread from his heart irresistibly.

The ochre-haired boy raised the corners of his lips slightly, trying hard to suppress the inappropriate smile in his heart.

He saw the opportunity, stretched out his arm, and successfully caught the red-haired girl who was circling around him like an asteroid, and confidently carried him into his arms and fixed him.

"I'm fine, third son."

"The timing of your calculation is just right, and I am not injured."

Nakahara Chuya rested his right hand on the back of the girl's neck, and gently pinched it with his fingertips as if soothing.

He originally intended to calm the girl down, but unexpectedly, the red-haired girl shrugged her shoulders exaggeratedly, as if her weak point had been pinned down, and even her voice that sounded like a cannon ball was softened.

It felt like numbness and a little soreness, and it ran along the back of Sanzi's neck and rushed straight to the top of his head.

The unfamiliar stimulus made the red-haired girl's breathing fluctuate, and her mind went blank.

Eh?What, what's going on?

The third son blinked in a daze, obviously not reacting.

Nakahara Chuya, who was very close to the girl, stared at the third son's conditioned red earlobes and the goosebumps on his neck, slowly narrowed his cobalt blue eyes, and then——

Another pinch.

"Well--!"

This time, Sanzi yelled out uncontrollably.

She jumped three feet high like a fury, and slapped off the palm on the back of her neck,

"... Teacher Zhongyuan! Don't touch strange places!"

Seeing that his hand was slapped away, Zhe was not angry at all. Instead, he pursed his lips in a good mood as if he had discovered some great surprise by accident.

"Sorry, will it hurt?"

Because Zhongyuan Zhongye was still wearing a mask, the third son couldn't see the corner of a certain gravitational force's mouth that was about to turn up to the sky.

Hearing the other party's sincere apology, the girl scratched her face uncomfortably,

"Well, it's not, it's not painful, it's just a strange feeling."

strangeness……

Could it be that the back of the neck, like Monkey King's tail in Seven Dragons O, is her weakness? !

But I haven't found it before...

The red-haired ghost girl raised her hand suspiciously, wanting to pinch the position just now, but put her hand down resentfully.

Also, forget it.

Anyway, few people can get close to her, just let Teacher Zhongyuan pay attention.

However, will a gravity user really pay attention to avoiding it?

The black ferocious beast, who accidentally discovered the physical weakness of its prey, watched the girl quietly, smiling without saying a word.

At this moment, a voice faintly sounded behind them——

"Ahem, err, Mr. Ghost Escort, Brother Mask, we are still here..."

The red-haired girl turned her head, and it was the living soul of 32 missing researchers in the present world, and the deceased who died of a sudden heart attack, Kawaguchi Taira.

They still maintained the clothes they wore when they disappeared, as if they were ready to go back.

Everyone's calm face, with a satisfied or gratified smile, did not see any regrets.

If it wasn't for the sunlight falling through their translucent soul bodies, it would be hard to imagine that these are actually a group of dying souls.

That's right, these living souls are dying.

Even though their bodies are being rescued in the hospital, the drugs and instruments have not slowed down their decline.

Soon, this group of aged engineers and aerospace researchers will usher in real death, bid farewell to this world, and go to hell.

In fact, when the third son received the task, a ghost assistant did not give a clear time limit and requirements.

The second in command of EU Hell, so is Beelzebub.

These two adults seemed to have anticipated the development and ending of the situation.

At first, the red-haired girl didn't understand why, but when she found these living souls in the Blue Whale, she quickly understood everything.

When the red-haired ghost came to find them, the group of elderly researchers were quarreling vigorously and clapping on the table.

Regardless of their grey-haired and wrinkled faces, their clear thinking, machine-gun-like data output and indomitable momentum can be called heroic and mighty, not at all inferior to soldiers charging on the battlefield.

It was when they found the red-haired ghost messenger who was squatting at the operating table and listening with great interest, his face turned pale with fright, and he looked like an erhu egg, scurrying around the field, looking for cover everywhere, and holding on to the pillars. Very embarrassing.

"No! This old man can't leave yet. This old man still has a lifelong wish that has not been fulfilled. Just leave like this. This old man will definitely die with regret!"

This is Sassy Roll Pie.

"According to the rules of the underworld and this world, I am now in a special stage where my soul is out of my body. In the flower growers, this phenomenon is called 'departing soul'. In the hospital, most of them are vegetative. To sum up, the ghosts in hell, You have no right to follow me to perform soul hunting!"

This is the argumentative faction.

"I am a free living citizen with the right to leave my body and pursue the truth! I haveadream! No one! Can't! Stop me!"

Well, this is a liberal who has read through Martin Luther King Jr.

The third son looked at the Blue Whale control room, which could be called an old scene where demons danced wildly, and was very angry and funny.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to take you away now."

The researchers who hugged the cover and shouted paused, like sunflowers shaking their heads, and collectively turned their heads to look at the third son.

There was a little tentative look in the vigilance, and the third son almost asked the third son to write a [-]-word essay on the spot for them to review to prove it.

"real."

The red-haired girl spread her hands, "Look, I didn't even take out the soul-binding bell that bound you."

In fact, that's exactly what the researchers said.

As long as their bodies are still alive, there is really no need for ghost messengers to take them away.

From the moment he saw this group of living souls, the third son understood.

As soon as they came, they didn't disappear, everything was their intention.

In this world, there have been some wonderful stories about death.

For example, a child living in a foreign land suddenly dreams of an elderly mother coming home to cook for herself as before, chatting about daily routines, and saying goodbye to herself.

Or someone had a premonition of his own death in advance, and his soul left the body in a dream to fulfill his last wish.

This in hell is not without precedent.

And this group of living souls is obviously the latter.

It's just a coincidence that this group of engineers seems to have the same wish.

"does it worth?"

The red-haired girl looked at the engineers. She didn't say the rest, but the third son knew that they understood.

does it worth?

Stay here for the last precious time of your life, to conduct research and efforts that may have no hope at all, and even fall short in the end.

The living souls didn't answer, they just walked out from behind the bunker in silence.

The researchers continued to list formulas that the third son could not understand, and calculated the possibility of making this obsolete space vehicle fly again; the engineers who were good at hands-on began to maintain and overhaul the Blue Whale on a large scale .

They didn't have much time left, so the living souls chose to use actions to answer Sanzi's questions.

And, there's never been a 'hell communication' either.

The "hell communication" in the computer of this group of researchers is just a means of using urban rumors as a cover to make fun of their imminent death.

They used this as a means, like a research team, to gather fellow "dead souls", talk again, and embark on their final adventure.

"Master Ghost Messenger."

Before the red-haired girl turned to leave, an engineer from the Kennedy Space Center suddenly called out to the third son.

He is part of the Blue Whale design team.

The elderly engineer sat cross-legged on the ground, holding tools in wrinkled hands, and patiently adjusted the vehicle.

"Master Guicha, with these hands, we have sent many astronauts to the universe. That is our job and career, and we are also honored. But now, we are old, and this old man is also old. .”

"At least, before our bones can move, send the blue whale up at last, let him see the future in the eyes of 'father'."

"This can be regarded as a little kindness from our group of old immortals."

It turned out that the group of engineers had known it all along.

Knowing their team leader, they secretly made an AI program.

I also know that their team leader regards that 'program' as a child, and makes a promise that cannot be fulfilled without authorization.

****

florida beach

The third son looked at the dead who were prepared in front of him, and said meaningfully,

"Don't wait any longer? Little A should be back soon. He should be very happy to see you."

"No need." The retired engineers from the Kennedy Space Center shook their heads,

"We have already caused you a lot of trouble, my lord, so we can't procrastinate any further. Just let the agreement from that year end with 'father'. And say it cheekily, we members are also his godfather, right?"

After the dead finished speaking, before the third son could respond, he laughed.

The golden binding bell appeared in the hands of the red-haired girl, and between wavings, the steps leading to the underworld appeared in front of the 33 dead.

The engineers raised their heads, took a last look at the distant sky, and the space launch base below, then turned their heads and stepped on the stairs leading to the other shore.

The red-haired girl moved her feet, trying to keep up, but her right hand was suddenly grasped tightly by Zhongya beside her.

So this time, the third son did not leave, and stood together with the Zhefa gravity envoy, watching the aerospace engineers go to the final journey together.

"correct!"

Just when the figures of the dead were about to disappear, the third son seemed to suddenly think of something, and shouted,

"The engineer grandpa who has a dream, remember that he has to practice his accent well in hell! It's 'dream', not Duo Ruimu!"

An old engineer with a dream, Shi Ran's back turned, and a roar came from afar,

"The old man's accent is fine! It's obviously dre——!"

It's a pity that before he finished shouting, he was "slapped" back by the gate of Huangquan.

"Oh, so it's still Doremo."

The third son was convinced, and shook his head helplessly, "The pronunciation of the neon people——"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Thank you, I was ridiculed.

On the way back, the two were not in a hurry, they held hands like they were taking a walk, and walked slowly along the beach.

During this period, a certain red-haired girl always felt that she had forgotten something, but couldn't remember it for a while.

Well……

what is it then?

The third son looked up at the sky and fell into thought.

At this time, a kite with the pattern of a space shuttle floated across the sky, successfully attracting the girl's attention.

"Teacher Zhongyuan."

"what?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also responded mildly.

As if he finally remembered that the matter had come to an end, he took off the snapdragon mask on his face, studied it for a while, then hung it on the head of the girl next to him, and put it on the third son's head obliquely. head on.

Not to mention, it has a festival atmosphere.

The third son looked up at the mask on his head, but didn't care.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, I actually met an engineer there when I was studying in Huahuajiahell."

"He told me that in the next 100 years, human beings will continue to cling to the dream of aerospace and space, but the reason is not because of the arms race."

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked over curiously: "Why is that?"

"Well--"

The red-haired girl pointed at her chin, trying to recall what the black-haired engineer said,

"He said that according to the law of the evolution of the universe, the sun will evolve into a red giant star in 40 billion years."

"At that time, the earth will no longer be suitable for human survival. Therefore, aerospace technology is actually buying a ticket for the future for the entire human race. This is the continuation of hope for human beings in the future."

The third son paused for a moment, then continued,

"I didn't understand what this meant at the time, because the time of our ghost clan is very, very long. Dad is 4000 years old now, and King Yan Mo is the first dead person in this world, and he has always been there."

"In 40 billion years, many people may be gone, but we won't change much."

The words of the red-haired girl moved Chuya Nakahara's heart.

"so--"

The third son stopped and looked sideways at the red-haired boy.

The girl's emerald pupils stared at Nakahara Chuya's eyes, with undisguised concentration and anticipation, which made the latter's breathing suffocate, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

Zhong Yuanzhong also slowly tightened his palms, his voice tensed: "So what?"

"So Teacher Zhongyuan,"

The third son approached Zhongye Zhongyuan, and said with sparkling eyes, "40 billion years is too long, we are only fighting for the day and night!"

"Mr. Zhongyuan, next time I will fly an aircraft carrier! This is my lifelong request!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

So you have laid the groundwork for so long, and it is the sun, and it has been 40 billion years, so you want to say this!

you guy...

You bastard—! ! !

The gravity of the Central Plains only felt that a certain nerve in the brain was getting tighter and tighter, and it was getting thinner and thinner. Then, under the staring eyes of the red-haired girl, it broke off crisply with a 'pop'.

Teacher Zhong Yuan, who was furious and angry, wanted to kill some little bastard, but he couldn't bear it.

So he decided to be gentle—

Nakahara Zhong also raised his hand, pinched the tender cheeks of a certain red-haired girl with his fingers, and pulled it to both sides like dough!

"Don't ask for such an impossible thing! The third idiot!!!"

"Is this what I want to hear! Huh? Is this!!!"

"Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng Teng! Teacher Zhong Yuan, you will lose your face and be ripped off!!!"

*****

Meanwhile, New York

The third son's temporary partner, the second in command of EU Hell, Mr. Mamen Demon, is still on the streets of New York, earnestly looking for the traces of the missing.

Until sunset, when the day in this world is coming to an end, the demon youth, according to the clues, was pleasantly surprised to get information about the suspected missing person from the information provider of the demon in this world!

Hehehe, as expected of me.

It took only one day to get valuable clues.

When the demon youth was sitting proudly on his hips, his cell phone suddenly beeped.

"Huh? Could it be that the ghost messenger from Neon finally realized that he was wrong, so he put down his dignity and asked me for help?"

Mammon opened the message with a sneer, and sighed reluctantly,

"Hmph, well, for the sake of cooperation, I will help her for the time being..."

——Then the smug smile froze on his face.

That message came from EU hell and it read:

[The sixteen dead have been led back to hell by the third son of the ghost messenger executive officer. Mammon-sama, although I don’t know what fish you are fishing for, please go to Neon Hell as soon as possible to bring back the dead from foreign countries. 】

【PS.】

【Master Beelzebub lost a bet to that neon ghost assistant officer, and I am waiting for you in the office right now】

"..."

"........."

The second in command of EU Hell slammed the phone into pieces.

"The third son of the ghost executive officer—!! Lao Tzu and you—are at odds with each other——!!"

"……cough."

Throwing up a mouthful of stomach bleeding.