The lover that gravity makes is wrong

2002年，8月2日清晨6点05分，SKF864顺利从函馆国际机场起飞。

According to the records of the terminal building, the weather was fine that day, and even the cumulonimbus clouds in the early morning dissipated completely. It was the perfect weather for taking off.

However, to everyone's surprise, when the plane climbed to 864 feet, the air traffic control center heard a scream from the cab during the communication with SKF[-].

Then no matter how the main console calls, there is no response.

Ten minutes into the anomaly, they noticed that the plane had turned south.

Since then, the main console has not received the aircraft's barometric altitude information, and SKF864 has disappeared from the monitor of the air traffic control center.

No one knows what happened to the 864, it just evaporated without leaving any traces.

After a week of searching, the aviation emergency rescue team found nothing.

Where is SKF864?

Did it fall?Or is it still in the sky?

There were different opinions on the Internet. It was not until 2006, the fourth year after the flight disappeared, that the official finally determined that SKF864 was dead.

The death toll included 44 passengers and eight crew members, for a total of 52 people.

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"... 44 people?"

In flight SKF864, Zhong Yuan frowned, realizing that something was wrong.

When boarding the plane, out of professional prudence, he roughly estimated the number of people in the cabin, including the three sons and Kudo and his son, it should be 48 people.

"Obviously, we are the part that got in by mistake." Kudo Yusaku looked a little tense.

And five full years have passed, and no human being can survive in the high-altitude iron bird for so long with limited supplies.

This also means that, except for the four of them, the people on this flight are most likely—

"ghost?!"

Nakahara Chuya and Kudo Yusaku looked at each other, seeing the absurdity in each other's eyes.

This is already at the level of urban rumors.

If it were a day ago, someone told the boy with red hair that he would fly with a bunch of dead people, and Zhongyuan Zhong would definitely beat the head of the guy who said this first.

Leaving aside the appearance of the passengers on the plane, which are no different from ordinary people, how did this non-existent civil aviation airliner stop at the airport without being discovered?

What about monitoring at the terminal?What about airport ground handling?

But the fact that they took SKF864 is in sight.

The red-haired boy tried his best to recall the scene when he boarded the plane, and he was sure that there was nothing unusual.

Compared with the overly bizarre statement of "ghost flight", Zhong Yuanzhong is also more inclined to another possibility——

This is the work of a person with supernatural power similar to a phantom.

As for purpose.

The ochre-haired boy raised his eyes and looked at the well-known detective novelist in front of him with a condensed expression.

Whether it is a conspiracy against Hong Kong and black, or against Yusaku Kudo, it cannot be as simple as a simple prank.

Kudo Yusaku's thoughts are the same as Nakahara Chuya's, and it is precisely because of this that there is a scene of cooperation that seems to be exchanging information at this moment.

"interesting--"

Zhong Yuanzhong also slowly raised the corners of his mouth, his cobalt blue pupils revealing a hint of danger belonging to darkness.

That is, after the mafia is provoked and offended, it must retaliate a hundredfold.

Yusaku Kudo glanced at the angry young mafia, but said nothing.

He is no longer a fledgling young man, so he naturally knows that the world is not black and white.Many times, there is always a set of rules that operate on the backside where the sun does not shine.

Whatever the purpose of the scumbag behind the scenes, when he got PortMafia involved, he was doomed.

It seems that it is difficult to say who is more unlucky.

A novelist comes to mind a little out of place.

He turned his head, his concerned eyes passed through the passengers and fell on his youngest son.

At this time, Xiaoxinyi obviously didn't know what kind of situation they were about to face.

The black-haired boy was holding a fat baby face, observing the corpse solemnly, imitating his father's appearance, and asking the surrounding passengers to find the truth.

The tourists in the tour group were also very cautious, and they just smiled and cooperated with the children's detective game.

Such an extremely unreasonable reaction, only the ten-year-old Kudo kid didn't notice something was wrong, and was coaxed into a daze.

There is still work to be done, Shinichi.

A certain old father couldn't help smiling.

Nakahara Chuya and Kudo Yusaku are not people who are addicted to panic and dare not move forward, especially the red-haired boy, who has a bold but careful style. After confirming the general information, the two quickly finalized a response plan, which is- -

Stand still and follow the opponent's script.

It is rare for the people behind the scenes to set up such a gorgeous "air reasoning stage" for them. If they don't make a big fuss, they are really ashamed of the host's "warm hospitality".

Obviously, both of them took Sanzi and Kudo children out of the plan as a matter of course.

Needless to say, Kudo kids, they can’t expect elementary school students who are not as tall as their thighs to fight. As for a certain red-haired girl——

"what are you doing?"

The corners of Zhongyuan Zhongye's eyes twitched as he looked at the red-haired girl who was nestled in the seat surrounded by passengers like stars.

"Oh! Welcome back, Teacher Zhongyuan!"

The third son, who was holding a draft drawing book, raised his head and greeted the red-haired boy energetically.

The girl's emerald pupils stared at Nakahara Chuya, but the movement of the brush in her hand didn't stop, the speed was so fast that an afterimage could almost be seen.

"It's a rare opportunity. I'm collecting photos. Hey, I'm helping you draw portraits."

"Hmm, after all, as an excellent cartoonist who can buy koalas in the future, it is very important to maintain a sketching feel!"

While speaking, the red-haired girl had already drawn a sketch, and generously handed it to an old couple.

The old couple took it with both hands cherishingly. They looked at it again and again, with indescribable love and excitement on their faces.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a glance and noticed that the drawing was a young woman in a wedding dress and holding a bouquet.

"That's grandpa and grandma's daughter, Nadeko-san."

As if noticing Nakahara Chuya's eyes, the tip of Sanzi's sketch paused, and said familiarly,

"Ms. Nadeko is very good. She has excellent work ability and looks beautiful. She and her lover founded their own clothing company. I heard that Ms. Nadeko's wedding is coming soon. This time, grandpa and grandma are coming to Yokohama to attend Miss Nadeko's wedding. of."

Hearing such Jiazhen's tone, I didn't know, I thought the girl was introducing her relatives and friends.

Obviously, the third son's sincere praise won the favor of the old couple.

"The little girl can really talk."

The old man called grandma cheerfully held his face with one hand, and couldn't help but follow the words of the red-haired girl,

"My family's Nadeko was born late and wanted to be strong since she was a child. We have always been worried that she is too busy with work and delays important life events... Isn't it said that young people are not willing to get married recently? It's actually nothing, but—— "

The old man spoke for a while, with a little sigh and worry in his voice,

"As you can see, we are old girls, we don't have much time left, and we are always afraid that one day we will die and leave that child alone."

"But it's great, Nadeko finally found her own happiness."

The old man looked at the daughter in the painting and showed a reassuring smile again.

The serious old man in formal attire sitting next to her didn't say much, but stretched out his hand, carefully touching a corner of the sketch as if he was afraid of crumpling the drawing.

The old couple returned to their seats with the drawing. As soon as they left, new passengers came to the third son.

At first, Zhong Yuanzhong just asked casually, but when he came back to his senses, he found himself surrounded.

Even unknowingly, he took on the job of "assistant".

Chuya Nakahara, who suddenly became a recorder: "..."

etc?Is there something wrong?

The Central Plains quasi-cadre with a pen in his hand looked bewildered. How about finding out who was behind the scenes?Why did it suddenly become a portrait painting scene?

Although his face was full of indescribable words, the enthusiastic citizen Nakahara Nakaya still honestly wrote down the main points of the passenger's narration, took the sketch drawn by the third son with one hand, and handed it to the waiting person.

With quick movements, it can be called the ceiling of the assistant world!

"My King Cat needs to be fatter. It has pointed ears and brown hair. That's right, that's it. It likes to sleep with a small dried fish in its arms. It doesn't listen to it a few times."

"That stinky brat is not so refined, his eyes should be more fierce. When I went home to see him last time, that kid made the neighbor's child cry, which made me apologize for a long time. Obedient."

"my girlfriend……"

"Little girl, can you also draw a picture for my mentor, he is used to wearing old black-rimmed glasses, and on his fingers..."

More and more passengers gathered around Sanzi and Nakahara Nakaya, they were not crowded, as if they had made an appointment, they waited quietly.

They tacitly reserve the opportunity of portraiture for the most important people.

Some talked about pets, and some talked about parents and girlfriends. Everyone had similar warmth and joy in their eyes.

As their stories emerged on the sketches, they were given out one by one.

For a moment, Zhongyuanzhong even had some kind of illusion——

What the red-haired girl drew, what he submitted was not a draft of portraits, but the lives of these passengers.

44 sketches, more or less, when the last drawing was handed in, Lao was Zhongye in the Central Plains, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

"Well, it's finally finished—"

Sanzi who put down the pen moved his sore fingers and stretched vigorously.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also flipping through the record book in his hand. With the increase of drawings, the information of this group of passengers was automatically gathered on the page like an ocean, forming a thick book in front of him.

Just a cursory look, every passenger's name, traits, hobbies, and important family members are all clear.

This is easier and truer than the information obtained through tough torture.

The red-haired boy looked at the girl who moved her shoulders, and suddenly thought of a possibility——

"Are you deliberately collecting intelligence through this method? What did you find?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked abruptly.

He stared at the third son intently, with scrutiny in his cobalt blue pupils, and a gentleness that he hadn't noticed yet.

Anyway, this isn't a mafia trying to figure out who's behind the scenes, looking suspicious in the eyes.

"Eh?"

The red-haired girl was taken aback by Nakahara Chuya's question.

She didn't expect her little trick to be exposed so quickly, she scratched her cheek a little embarrassedly, and said,

"Hey, you found out."

Zhong Yuanzhong also narrowed his eyes and did not speak.

The next moment, he saw the red-haired girl coughing twice guiltily, and said seriously with her index finger up,

"This is definitely not a trick, Mr. Zhongyuan!"

"It's said that opportunities are rare-they got important portraits and their wishes were fulfilled. I got a thick book of materials. We all have a bright future."

"This is - win-win -!"

The third son was afraid that the other party would snatch it, so he took the notebook that Zhongyuan Zhongye had finished writing first and hugged it in his arms.

He spoke righteous words on his mouth, but in fact the smile on his lips couldn't be held back no matter what.

"Hey, material, my precious material book~~"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The ochre-haired boy squinted his face and rubbed it against the notepad, and the red-haired girl with blossoming flowers appeared behind her, silently and silently turned her head while holding her forehead.

—Case solved, this is a silly comic idiot.

If she could have something to do with this ghost flight, Chuya Nakahara's name would be written upside down.