The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Huang Quan , Yan Mo Hall

On a new day, what greeted the Ghost Lamp Assistant Officer was doubled the workload, and Yan Mo Dawang who sat majestically on the trial seat and sternly issued the verdict.

"Because a person is too lonely, he lured innocent women, drugged them, and even threatened to extract a lot of money afterwards. After being accused, he even distorted the facts on social networking platforms and discredited the victim's image. Such evil deeds are simply pen and ink. Intolerable!"

"Listen, the execution given by the Hall of the King of Hades to you is—the place where all the sufferings of Abi Hell lie!"

"Being entangled by a poisonous dragon, tortured in every possible way, and then imprisoned in an iron maiden and pierced with thousands of holes, draining the blood little by little, sucking the marrow and knocking the bones, and then going on and on, all the punishments will be executed a thousand times!"

The deceased yelled unwillingly: "It's not fair! They seduced me by wearing short skirts..."

"No mercy! Next!"

The lower ghost jailer nodded in command, and dragged away the dead man who was still trying to defend himself.

So far, these are the six cases of today, related to love murder and evil chaos.

By the time of the break, King Yan Mo was already so tired that he was lying on the judgment table, his eyes were staring at gold stars.

"Really, it's like this every year, what's going on in this world..."

King Yan Mo rubbed his throbbing forehead wearily, sighed,

"Isn't it coming to the sweet Valentine's Day? Why are there more people who died of love killings?"

"Well, that's a matter of course."

The ghost lamp on the side looked at the scroll, and sent the next batch of materials of the dead to be judged to King Yan Mo.

"Originally, Valentine's Day was introduced to neon from the EU. It was originally born in a large number of strike workers who requested an eight-hour work system. The event of being beaten and hacked was called 'BloodyValentine' because it happened to be Sunday. '." (①)

"Now it's just another way to restore the aforementioned Bloody."

It was the first time I heard about this Yan Mo King: "...you really know all kinds of strange knowledge, Ghost Lantern Lord."

"It's just some necessary means to understand modern society." Ghost Lantern said nonchalantly.

As if thinking of something, the black-haired assistant officer suddenly opened his pocket watch and took a look, then continued,

"But my lord, something good happened on Valentine's Day."

such as--

"Father, King Yan Mo, Happy Valentine's Day!"

Accompanied by a voice full of vitality, the red-haired ghost messenger girl ran into the hall holding two handmade chocolates, and handed the presents in her hands to the ghost lamp and King Yan Mo with a smile on her face.

What the black-haired assistant officer got was the dark chocolate that Sanzi specially adjusted the sweetness of.

Small snapdragon shape, ice cream sandwich, the most interesting thing is that when you bite down, you can hear a little 'oh ga' sound.

It can be said to be the perfect ghost lamp special.

... Although others still don't know how the third son made it.

On the other side, King Yan Mo, who has always liked desserts, stared at the triple-sized donut cake on the table for a moment as if he was facing an enemy.

After making enough mental preparations, he forked a piece tremblingly, and stuffed it into his mouth with the feeling of looking at death like home——!

"...Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

It is not a cake made of konjac, nor is it a vegetable puree sprinkled with a little cocoa powder, but a real chocolate, gram, force, egg, cake!

"Sanzijiang, you are such a good boy, woo woo woo woo woo!"

King Yan Mo held the cake and shed tears of kelp that wept with joy.

Ah Xiang, who just walked into the palace and came to hand over the task: "..."

Your Majesty, what kind of life did you live in the past...

——It is the day when you are squeezed by the subordinates of the devil! !

King Yan Mo whined twice with tears streaming down his face, and frantically filled his mouth with cake.

I was afraid that if I was too late, a certain Shaker S would take away the little dessert that I had finally obtained on the grounds that it was unhealthy.

"Sister Ah Xiang!"

The third son happily waved his hand at Axiang, and as if by magic, a chocolate jelly carved into roses was conjured from the palm of his hand.

"This is for Sister Axiang!"

Well, Sister Axiang is a sweet and fragrant girl, so of course you should choose low-calorie and beautifully shaped jelly!

"Well! Thank you, Sanzijiang!"

The glamorous Zhonghe hell assistant officer covered his mouth in surprise, and reached out to take it.

The female jailer stared at her red-haired girl with blinking emerald pupils for a while, but she still couldn't help opening her arms, and pressed the girl tightly into her arms.

Ah, it's still so cute!Sanzijiang!

Thanks to the sudden increase in love killers every year on Valentine's Day, this day is probably the most exhausting few days for everyone in hell.

The increase in the number of jobs is second.

The most troublesome places are the mournful idiots who complained about dead men and women who are everywhere in hell, and ghost jailers who have fallen into a low mood and lost their fighting spirit because they have been single for many years.

At that time, the red-haired girl, who was still young, couldn't help her, and she was secretly distressed for several days.

After that, the red-haired girl locked herself in the room, not knowing what she was doing quietly.

When the child came out of the room with a face full of ashes, everyone in hell found that the child's arms were full of chocolate biscuits for them.

The little red-haired girl stood on her tiptoes, smiling brightly like a sunflower, and put a chocolate biscuit with the pattern of 'Come on' into the palm of a ghost jailer.

"Although it's not a real Valentine's Day chocolate, please accept it and cheer up after eating it!"

The ghost jailer who didn't expect to receive chocolate biscuits, suddenly had a sore nose and tears in his eyes.

"...Wow! Sanzijiang! You are an angel!"

The ghost jailers cried kelp and excitedly wanted to hug the red-haired girl.

Before reaching out, a black mace flew across the sky, 'Duang' hit them in front of them,

Three points into the ground, a sharp cold light shone on each spike.

"... Gudong."

All the ghost jailors swallowed silently, turned their heads tremblingly, and indeed saw a squinting ghost father with a kind expression on his face.

"What are you doing here in a daze? After receiving the gift, hurry up and work hard!"

"Okay! Lord Ghost Lamp!"

The lonely ghost prison guards all clenched their fists and rushed towards the mourning army of the dead as if they had been spat with chicken blood.

"dad--"

The young red-haired girl leaned close to Ghost Lantern, reached out her small hand and tugged at the assistant officer's sleeve,

"Third son, can you help me?"

Ghost Lamp looked down at the restless red-haired girl.

A few seconds later, the assistant officer squatted down, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped off the dust on Sanzi's face,

"Thank you, Sanzi, it was a great help."

"..."

".........!!"

The young third son stared blankly at the ghost assistant officer, gradually opened his eyes wide, and plunged into his father's arms, his pupils shining with joy.

"Okay! The third son has helped!"

In fact, the ghost lamp really didn't fool its own daughter at that time.

Although it was an unexpected way of motivating, Sanzi's chocolate biscuits really boosted the aura of many jailers.

Even the management work of the day was much smoother than usual.

Since then, giving out chocolates on Valentine's Day has become a unique employee benefit in hell.

It was once similar to the real Santa Claus, and strange rumors such as 'chocolate angels' appeared.

Of course, only a few people can get the chocolate of 'Chocolate Angel' now.

"Ah, but this year's chocolates are delivered a little early."

Ah Xiang's words interrupted Ghost Lamp's memory.

The assistant officer of Zhonghe Hell seemed to think of something, and suddenly smiled with an "oops".

She reached out and poked the fair face of the red-haired girl: "Sanzijiang, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Hey, it's been discovered."

The third son scratched the back of his head, nodded quite generously and acknowledged Ah Xiang's guess.

"Tomorrow, I have an appointment with Mr. Zhong Yuan, and we will go to the piano concert together. I heard that it is a public welfare activity to save endangered animals, and the organizer said that there will be a surprise lucky draw!"

"—Endangered animals, it would be great if we could get koalas!"

The third son clenched his fists, imagining with great anticipation.

Kao, koala...?

No no no, no matter how you think about it, this is impossible, right?

Which charity concert will send koalas!

The corners of Axiang's and King Yan Mo's mouths twitched at the same time, complaining wildly in their hearts, but seeing the fascinated look of the third son, they still couldn't bear to puncture the girl's dream.

But... the piano concert is still on Valentine's Day.

The glamorous assistant Zhonghe Hell raised her sleeves with a smile to cover the corners of her lips.

Just as she was about to speak, suggesting to help the girl find a dress, she heard a series of screams of 'oh ga', floating intermittently from the side.

King Yan Mo's heart skipped a beat immediately, and the dead fish turned his head to look——

Sure enough, a certain Ghost Lamp father was choking on chocolate with a look of displeasure on his face.

The assistant officer's sharp canine teeth forcefully poked a big hole in Snapdragon Chocolate's head with a puff.

Accompanied by the scream of 'Oh Ga', the melted ice cream filling slowly flowed out of it.

Honestly, yes, it's kind of scary.

King Yan Mo and Ah Xiang had a chill behind their backs on the spot.

I always feel that a certain black-haired assistant officer is chewing on the head of that 'Mr. Zhongyuan'.

"Is that so? For the concert, you really need to prepare well."

As the ghost lamp said, he poured all the chocolate into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.

Then the old father stretched out one hand, took out a small notebook from his arms, pressed a pencil and began to 'scrub' to modify the itinerary on it.

While writing, he said in a tone of great reading,

"Endangered animals public welfare concert, sounds really interesting. Yo Xi, I'm ready to participate too, my lord, I want to ask for leave."

King Yan Mo couldn't bear it anymore: "What is asking for leave! Your expression is to assassinate people, right?! Lord Ghost Lantern, be more mature!"

The administrator of hell dismissed the assistant officer's leave application without thinking.

I was heartbroken for the childish subordinate, but at this time, there was a father-controlled girl who couldn't figure out the situation, and meddled with her.

"Eh?! Really, Dad!"

The third son cheered with bright eyes, "Okay, listening to the concert with Dad is double the joy!"

"—It's double the chaos! Sanzichan, wake up!"

"Tsk."

Ghost Lantern, who was denied the holiday request, clicked his tongue unhappily.

One plan failed, so the assistant officer decided to settle for the next best thing and change another plan.

He took out something from behind, and put it in front of the third son in 'Duang': "It's not safe for people in the world to have too many eyes, third son, remember to wear this self-defense."

"Oh, yes—"

"What a ghost! Lord Ghost Lantern, don't take out the dog's head casually! Whose head are you trying to chop off!"

"Tch," the ghost assistant official snorted regretfully, and took out a big iron sheet from behind,

"Then this can always..."

"No! The 'Iron Maiden' of the Middle Ages isn't that good either!"

"And you Sanzijiang! Don't really carry them on your back!"

King Yan Mo is also exhausted physically and mentally because of a certain idiot father and daughter today.

*****

At the same time, the present

A PortMafia executive doesn't know that his first Valentine's Day date is on the brink.

At this time, the ocher-haired mafia was at full efficiency, happily preparing for the next day's date.

As a result, everyone in Hong Kong and Black discovered that their Central Plains cadre seemed to have turned back into the super-reliable Gravity Envoy who was friendly and "the No. 1 boss most wanted to be" after not seeing each other for one night.

No, it doesn't seem right either.

The current Central Plains cadres are a bit too 'goodwill'.

Even when he was dealing with the enemy, he smiled in a good mood and used gravity to trample the unlucky person who offended the organization into the concrete floor.

... Isn't this even more terrifying!

Central Plains cadres!At least when fighting, put away your smile!

You look like this, you really look like a happy perverted shark criminal!

The corners of the mouths of the men in black suits wearing sunglasses twitched, hesitated to speak.

"What, is there a problem?"

The ocher gravitationalist who dealt with the enemy with the usual move tugged at the hem of his gloves, and squinted at his subordinates behind him.

Everyone shivered behind their backs, stood at attention, and shook their heads in unison: "No! Not at all!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, and continued to rush to the next mission location.

His time is limited, and he must get rid of those 'little bugs' within today.

There are also a batch of weapons unloaded at the Yokohama Port Wharf at night, and documents piled up on the desk...

It has to be faster.

The ocher-haired mafia glanced at the time on the phone screen, turned the handle directly, accelerated the driving of the locomotive, and disappeared in front of his subordinates like the wind.

At that speed, the four-wheeled car at the back couldn't keep up with the two wheels in front.

"Is it an illusion? The Central Plains cadres seem a little anxious?"

"Normal, did you forget what day tomorrow is?"

The black suit who was reminded was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he frowned at his colleague in the driver's seat, showing a mean and comprehensible smile,

"Hey, I heard that Ozaki cadre specially gave Mr. Nakahara two tickets to the concert that day."

"Tell me, can the cadres of the Central Plains successfully hit the base tomorrow night, cough cough cough, and get rid of that identity?"

"Yamamoto-kun, you are very courageous, and you even sensed the whereabouts of the cadres."

Number One in the black suit on the driver's seat gave the man a warning look.

Then in the next second, he grinned, followed by an indescribable small look, and tapped the phone on the steering wheel of the car with his chin,

"Friendly reminder, the odds of betting now are 1:5!"

The two men looked at each other, and Qi Qi let out a hey laugh, even the sunglasses on the bridge of their noses couldn't hide their gossiping little eyes.

"Oh, vulgar."

Number Three in the black suit sitting in the back row sneered, quickly lowered his head to open the internal forum, and placed a holy bet on the [Enable] button.

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