The lover that gravity makes is wrong

When the third son arrived at the gate of Huangquan Hell, the dead man who sneaked up had already disappeared.

The injured Guichai had a big head, fainted on the ground with a 'X dish X' expression, and was rushed to the hospital by Yatengu police.

Luckily, he didn't look like anything major other than the wound on his head.

At the scene, Yoshitsune Yoshitsune, the commander of Yatengu, and the jailer of the reception department learned about the life of the deceased, and the third son stepped forward, just in time to take over the subsequent arrest work.

"Minato Yoshitsune, can you guess the escape route of the dead?"

The red-haired girl asked directly without thinking too much.

Minamoto Yoshitsune, one of the commanders, was named Ushi Wakamaru during his lifetime.

Although he looks like a petite and slender boy, he has excellent military skills, can always make judgments on various emergencies, and give reasonable instructions. He is a person whom even ghost lamps admire.

...Well, although he himself wants to grow muscles more than this, he just needs to change to a wrestler.

Seeing him there, the third son felt relieved, knowing that he would save a lot of time in searching for arrests in this world.

Hearing Sanzi's question, Minamoto Yoshitsune, who was concentrating on his thoughts, didn't look up.

He reached out to take the world map handed over by his subordinate, and circled the location of Yokohama Port.

"According to the report, the deceased this time was a neon man who had settled in the United States since he was a child. Although he had supernatural powers, he seemed to have been subjected to a certain degree of mental torture because of the battle with sex. He seemed to be unconscious at the beginning, and he was a ghost who hunts down souls. Only when he was careless for a while, he was suddenly attacked."

"Master Sanzi, I suggest that you focus on searching these freighters docked at Yokohama Port. If there are no accidents..."

Minamoto Yoshitsune said while raising his eyes to look at the third son

When he saw the red-haired girl's outfit, he was caught off guard, and the deployment of the second half of the sentence stuck in his throat.

The voice in the ear suddenly disappeared.

The third son, who was memorizing the key points seriously, turned his head strangely, and looked suspiciously at the boy-shaped Commander Yatengu,

"No surprises what?"

Looking at the girl's emerald eyes, Minamoto Yoshitsune's eyes were as cold as a hunter's, and Minamoto Yoshitsune was shocked, and instantly recovered from the opponent's shocking appearance.

Commander Yatengu coughed and turned his eyes away, not daring to take a closer look.

"...If there is no accident, he should hide in those freighters and leave the country to escape the pursuit of hell."

Just like there are different countries in this world, Hell also has three jurisdictions: Neon, Zhonghua and EU.

Although they belonged to the dead here, if they were really fled to EU territory by the other party, it would be troublesome to catch them back.

"Is it an outbound freighter?"

The third son thought for a while, and subconsciously wanted to take out his pocket watch to check the time, only to find out that he was still wearing the dress chosen by sister Axiang, and the pocket watch had also been left in the clothing store.

...Forget it, it should be in time, it won't take too much time.

"Understood, leave it to me."

The red-haired ghost girl moved her wrists, her slender fingers were wrapped in the gloves of the dress, and she made a crisp knuckle sound, "Dare to injure the officials of hell, and even try to escape from the underworld."

"Ah."

The third son narrowed her eyes dangerously and chuckled, and when she was about to leave, a strange voice suddenly came from behind the gate of hell, calling her back.

"Stop! I'm going too."

ah?who?

The red-haired girl turned her head following the sound, and saw a young man with blond hair and vertical pupils squeezed out of the Yatengu.

He was wearing a tailored white suit, combed his hair meticulously, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed monocles on the bridge of his nose. His whole body was full of the noble arrogance of elites.

I just don't know why, Sanzi always feels that the other party looks at him strangely, as if he is about to breathe fire.

As if he had noticed the sizing eyes of the third son, the young man slowly adjusted the bow tie on his neckline, raised his chin slightly, and nodded reservedly to the red-haired girl.

"Meet you again, Neon's ghost messenger executive."

The third son blinked, stared at the young man with his chin raised to the sky for a while, then turned to ask his colleagues beside him,

"Who is this guy? A circus from the West?"

Snapped.

A huge blue vein appeared on the forehead of the blond youth, jumping quite vividly,

"Heh, heh, Miss Executive is still so humorous."

Minamoto Yoshitsune reminded in a low voice: "Master Sanzi, have you forgotten, he is the one, the subordinate of the second in command of EU Hell, Mamen. You also worked together to deal with the cases of 35 missing persons."

"Speaking of which, this time, thanks to Mr. Mamen's action, he stopped the dead man with supernatural powers, otherwise Dashan Guichao would be in danger."

Minamoto Yoshitsune's reminder made the demon Mammon's ashen face soften a little.

He clenched a fist with one hand and coughed at his mouth, holding his chin up: "It's just a matter of hand, not worth mentioning."

EU hell... 35 missing dead...

The third son looked at the blond young man thoughtfully, and when he saw the little wings behind him, the light bulb above his head suddenly lit up.

The red-haired girl punched her palm with her right hand and suddenly realized: "Oh! It's you, little..."

"—It's the demon Mammon!"

He knew this ghost messenger would mention this name!

Who is the bird!

Sanzi's 'little bird' was like a spark in an oil field, instantly igniting the old and new hatred of the demon Mammon.

In the mission of the dead in the United States before, he was not as skilled as others, but this time, he is no longer the Mamen who was played around in the past!

The so-called elites must 'repay a tooth for a tooth, double the repayment'.

Thinking about it carefully, it was also because of his carelessness that he failed in the mission at that time, but this time it is different!

Like Master Beelzebub, he is composed of self-esteem and glory. This time, he must make this ghost executive look good!

"Let's have a showdown, Ghost Commander!"

The blond demon with vertical pupils suppressed the anger in his heart, pointed his fingers at the girl, and said loudly,

"Bet on the dignity of my demon Mammon, and the 66 challenge letters I sent you, this time I will never lose to... eh? People?"

Yuan Yoshitsune was speechless: "Master Sanzi, she left in a hurry when you were doing a lot of unnecessary psychological construction."

Demon Mammon: "..."

The hateful ghost officer, how dare he ignore him till now!

"Yokohama Port! I will prove to Lord Beelzebub that EU Hell is the strongest!"

The blond young man who dropped his bold words stomped his feet, pulled the map in Minamoto Yoshitsune's hand, and caught up with the direction where the third son left.

Only a group of Yatengu policemen stood at the gate of hell, looking at the backs of the two as they went away.

A gust of wind blew past them, rolling up countless dust.

In the speechless silence, a Yatengu spoke slowly.

"That, Minamoto Yoshitsune-sama."

"what?"

"May I ask if I start pursuing the third son now, what is the success rate?"

Commander Minamoto Yoshitsune was silent for a while, and chose to ruthlessly pierce the daydream of his subordinates: "It's [-]% negative."

"..."

The Yatengu who asked the question silently cleaned up his broken heart, squatted in a corner and cried bitterly.

"Well, Minamoto Yoshitsune-sama, I also have a question."

"You also want to ask about the probability of success?!"

"Oh, that's not true."

Another Yatengu said, "I just want to ask, is the gust of wind just now Lord Ghost Lantern?"

"I seem to see him following up, holding a white dog in his hand."

Although the adult was wearing a hat, he deliberately added a pair of sunglasses to disguise it.

But to be honest, not only is it useless, but it is even more suspicious.

Yatengu Commander Minamoto Yoshitsune: "...No, you read it wrong."

"Go back everyone, by the way, forget everything you just saw, you know?"

Mr. Ghost Lantern has so many things to do every day, so how could he not do his job and secretly lead his dog to follow his daughter on a date in this world?

Yes, impossible.

Impossible.

******

Meanwhile, the PortMafia torture chamber

Zhong Yuanzhong also stepped on the blood splashed on the ground, took off the gloves stained with undercover blood foam, threw it on the chair, and looked up at the black suit who entered the door: "Dispose of them all."

"Yes!" The visitor's complexion tightened, and he replied in a raised voice.

Many people said that among the people tortured in PortMafia, Osamu Dazai was the scariest person, and the second was Ozaki, who was in charge of torture information.

The difference between the two is that the latter makes your life worse than death at most, while the former makes you feel that even death is a luxury fantasy.

Just like the former cadre, he couldn't find it every day.

But few people know that apart from those two, if it falls into the hands of the Central Plains cadres, the end will not be so good.

Most of the members of PortMafia's impression of the Central Plains cadres are stuck in descriptions such as "the ceiling of the militant faction" and "gravity envoys who are not good at stratagems", but they forget that this is the first department to enter Hong Kong and black , which is the torture place of Officer Ozaki's subordinates.

Behind the superb gymnastics, it usually means the ultimate understanding of human body structure, muscles, and even nerve reactions.

Combine that with excellent intuition and it's definitely another level of nightmare experience.

The mafia in the torture room had seen with their own eyes how a certain unlucky guy who was hanging upside down from the ceiling, after knowing that the torturer was a Central Plains cadre, how his attitude changed from being happy and secretly happy, all the way downhill, to the final collapse.

Every time a lie just started, it was cut off by a cold "lie", and what followed was the pain on the body.

No more, no less, just controlled within the maximum range that the body and spirit can bear.

"Tsk tsk, so at the beginning, it would be nice to honestly spit out what you know."

Don't be clever.

The black suit used a dagger to neatly kill a few guys who were still panting, lowered them from the suspended ceiling, put them into black body bags, and waited for the logistics colleagues to come and take them away.

And among these few corpses, the captured American with supernatural powers was the first to die, and also the one who pissed off the most colleagues.

I don't know what happened, the first time I saw the Central Plains cadres, my eyes turned white with fright, and the speed of explaining the information was simply amazing.

torture room

Nakahara Chuya had just closed the door when he happened to meet Ozaki Koyo who was walking towards him.

The woman walked in a hurry, and there was a strong blood in her sleeves. It was obvious that she had just arrived from another interrogation scene.

The number of 'vultures' attracted by the bait was surprisingly large, and the scope of the involvement surprised Momiji Ozaki, who had expected it for a while, so that she couldn't draw her hand temporarily to deal with the group in the torture room.

And a red-haired mafia who was in a hurry to make an appointment, cough, was off work, and simply did it himself.

Koye Ozaki glanced at the ochre-haired cadre who was different from the elaborate attire in the past, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he quickly flattened it when he was discovered, and said in a normal tone,

"You've worked hard, Chuya, how did it turn out?"

"It's about the same as what you predicted, big sister, it's all for the Corsican 'candy' recipe,"

Zhong Yuan also picked up the spare gloves on the back of the chair, put them on again,

"In addition, the dark thread lurking in Yokohama has also been asked. This group of people... tsk."

When he said this, the ocher-haired mafia paused for a second, clicked his tongue coldly, his cobalt blue eyes were filled with ice and snow,

"Their original plan seems to be to improve the formula, mix it into food processing factories, and make it into real candies to sell in the market."

When this information was tortured, Zhong Yuanzhong almost laughed angrily.

To openly sell 'candy' on their territory, regardless of the government's reaction, this is simply to spread its wings on the Hong Kong?

"It's just a grasshopper in February, it won't last long."

Ozaki Koyo smiled slightly, and used a joke that went against common sense, skipping the blood in every word in the words.

She took a look at Nakahara Chuya, suddenly changed the topic, and said narrowly,

"Okay Zhongye, it's my task to collect the net later, let's go, it's a rare invitation, you can't let girls wait for you."

The ocher-haired mafia who had been pointed out did not deny it, and nodded directly at Koyo Ozaki: "Then I'll go first, big sister."

"Oh, oh, I'm so anxious."

Koyo Ozaki looked at Nakahara Nakaya with emotion as he strode away from the back.

For such a short moment, she seemed to see herself, the figure who was also rushing in the past.

But soon, she woke up.

Zhong is also different from her doomed withering love affair, the other side he is going to, but Huang Quan is helpless to the organization.

Even based on Ozaki Koyo's understanding of a certain black-haired leader, he might be the one who wished for these two young people, the one who went home in the first half of the night and went to the district office to get a certificate in the second half of the night.

This point can be seen at a glance at the gambling games on the forum.

But Ogai-sama, sometimes, he is too confident, but he will pay back the small coffers that have been filled with great difficulty.

Some Mafioso pulls out her phone, smiles, and places a bet on the 'no' line to see the future.

*****

When Nakahara Chuya left the apartment, his clothes were completely new.

The blood-stained clothes have been replaced.

Tailor-made suits that fit the figure, with straight and straight outlines, closed with sharp edges, perfectly outline the young man's thin waist and excellent body proportions, and the restrained yet powerful muscle lines can be seen at a glance.

The slightly longer ochre-colored hair still had a little dampness after a bath, and he tied it around his neck with a headband of the same color.The first button of the shirt was unbuttoned, and it was undone, revealing a section of collarbone under the slender neck.

This time, it was rare for Zhong Yuan Zhong not to wear the usual necklace, but to wear a Bolo tie instead.

The wish gemstone given by the red-haired girl was fixed in the center of the tie knot, and was quietly buttoned under the collar of the red-haired boy.

The gemstone of emerald is shining brightly, with an inexplicable aura of possession.

Nakahara also raised his wrist, and his eyes fell on the dial.

17: 15PM

There is still one hour before the time he and his third son agreed on, so there is plenty of time.

Just when the ochre-haired mafia was thinking about whether to buy a bouquet of flowers, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang——, sounding like a reminder.

Chuya Zhongye's brows twitched, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the moment the connect button was pressed, there was a panic report from the other end of the receiver, as if the subordinate was asking for help——

"It's not good, Zhongyuan cadre! The koala you bought escaped from the incubator with the violin in its mouth!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "...??!!!"

******

At the same time, Yokohama Minato Mirai Auditorium

There are still two hours before the piano solo starts, and all the staff are already in place, making final prop adjustments.

The Steinway piano, which was flown in by a special plane, is ready.

It lies quietly on one side of the stage, and the black and white keys glow with a white halo under the light of the dome, just waiting for the performer to sit down, press the keys, and play the flowing sound that resounds through the space.

concert hall backstage

An assistant with an employee ID hanging around his neck looked down at the time. According to the usual practice, he got up and walked to the door of the lounge, bent his knuckles and knocked rhythmically on the door three times.

"Ms. Arima, are you awake? Do I need a cup of coffee for you?"

Arima Kosei, a world-class talented pianist, is said to have been famous in the Japanese classical music circle for his "living piano score" when he was eight years old.

Although he disappeared for a period of time due to unknown reasons, he reappeared at the age of 14 and won the championship of every music competition with his "colorful playing voice".

After that, he went overseas to develop and became a world-renowned pianist. He was called "the most amazing piano genius in the [-]th century" by the industry.

However, geniuses also grow old.

Although no one said it clearly, everyone knew that today would be Arima Kosei's last performance before his retirement.

Start with this country and end with this country.

In fact, the assistant did not agree with Mr. Arima to hold this concert at first.

His body is too weak. At this age, he should be walking in the garden with flowers and sunshine, blowing the wind, and reading music occasionally.

Instead of sitting on a piano chair, play for up to nine 10 minutes.

"But Kobayashi-kun, a friend of mine once said, 'No matter what happens, we can't stop playing, because only in this way can we truly live'."

An elderly player is sitting on a piano chair. Even though his hair is gray and his face is old, his hands playing the keys are still steady.

He sat under the sunny window, and when he talked about his friends, his eyes were gentle, as if he was talking about the unique spring color in April,

"She is right. We were born for the stage. In order to let those who listen to us remember us and stay in their hearts forever, I should do my best."

"The dry air, the smell of dust..."

"Mr. Xiaolin, I embarked on a journey in this, please also let me go to the end."

Assistant Xiao Lin was silent for a long time, and finally compromised.

Since the performer himself said so, as an assistant, he has no room to refuse.

The so-called assistant should assist and make all preparations.

In order for Mr. Arima to successfully complete today's concert, Kobayashi specially hired an additional medical team to be on call at any time.

Now, it was almost time for Arima to measure his heart rate and blood pressure.

There was no response from the lounge, Kobayashi frowned uncomfortably, and raised his voice: "Teacher Arima, are you awake?"

There was still no sound from inside the door.

……Oops!Could it be that Mr. Ma——!

Assistant Xiao Lin thought of the situation where the performer had fainted, and his face changed suddenly, he turned the doorknob, and then froze in place.

The unlocked lounge door suddenly opened.

Inside, there was no one there.

With less than two hours left before the start of the concert, the performer himself disappeared.