The lover that gravity makes is wrong

In the eyes of ordinary people, the terrifying evil spirit that devoured dozens of people is not even an opponent to the first ghost officer under Yan Mozuo.

It is nothing more than an ordinary thing, like a scarecrow, that can be cut off at will.

Perhaps even the evil spirit itself is very aware of this.

The moment he discovered the appearance of the third son, the arrogant sarcoid trembled violently, and the eyes full of malice showed the fear of extinction as if encountering a natural enemy.

It waved its arms covered with corpse spots, trying to escape, but its body was nailed in place by the mace in its throat, so it could only freeze in place, watching helplessly as the red-haired ghost almost walked towards itself step by step.

The exquisite heel ribbon is wrapped around the girl's slender ankle, making a crisp and melodious footstep on the concrete floor.

It is obviously a beautiful scenery like a famous painting, but in the eyes of the evil spirits, it is no less than a death-threatening hell.

Although from another level, what a certain red-haired girl represents is indeed hell.

The evil spirit looked at Sanzi pleadingly, it seemed to think of something, its eyeballs moved, and its arms slapped the ground desperately, trying to pull the mace that nailed it, but at the moment of touching, it melted the palm like being punished.

So he had no choice but to let out a hoarse roar of 'ahhh' from his throat to attract the ghost's attention.

The third son understood: "Is there something you want to confess?"

The sarcoma evil spirit moved its body vigorously, nodding its head.

Seeing this, the red-haired girl raised her eyebrows in surprise,

"It saves the time of torture, but let's talk about it first, hell doesn't pay attention to lenient sentences."

Saying this sentence, the third son thought he would hear howls of bargaining.

Unexpectedly, the evil spirit seemed to have heard the good news, and the bloodshot eyeballs suddenly burst out with intense joy and incomprehensible ecstasy.

Why do you seem happier?

Sanzi was a little confused.

The red-haired ghost may not understand, but the ocher-haired mafia who deals with this kind of people every day can see the abacus in the eyes of the evil spirit at a glance.

To put it simply, its psychology is 'not reconciled, even if you die, you have to drag the people behind the scenes to back you'.

In fact, there are many doubts in the Central Plains.

But in just a few hours, the American with supernatural powers he eliminated changed from an ordinary dead person to the form in front of him.

In addition, not long ago, mercenaries who also came from the United States made a declaration before self-severance.

There was an unspeakable eerieness about the whole thing.

Zhongyuan Zhong would also like to hear about the connection here.

The red-haired boy carried the koala cub and walked to the third son: "It's just right, third son, I also have something to ask this thing."

"Well, since Teacher Zhongyuan said so."

Hearing this, the red-haired girl turned her head to look at Chuya Zhongyuan.

She was just about to agree, but when her eyes met the koala in the other party's hand, she suddenly lit up, and she forgot that there was an evil spirit waiting to ask questions on the ground.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, is this a koala, right? It's a four-month-and-thirty-day-old koala cub, right!"

The third son was so excited that his eyes were shining.

Didn't expect to see it here!

The third son stared fieryly at the little pitiful brown-haired cub in her shadow, trembling while crying, a series of guesses flashed through his mind.

Did it run away from Kanazawa Zoo?

No, she just counted them yesterday. The total number of koalas in Kanazawa Zoo has not changed, and there is no sign of escaping.The few adult female koalas were not pregnant, that is to say...

It's wild!

one!wild!No owner koala!

...No, calm down, Sanzi.

The red-haired girl took a deep breath.

At this time, it is still important to deal with business, and the ownership of the koala will be discussed later.

The third son stood in front of the evil spirit to be dealt with, his condescending gaze fell, and his eyes were calm.

She stretched out her hand and curled her knuckles to rest on her chin—a sign of her usual serious thinking:

"Mr. Zhongyuan, let's put aside the matter of torturing this guy, let's talk about Mao—"

"Where did you pick him up? Are there any witnesses? Excluding all zoos in Yokohama that house koalas, Amao is probably a product of foreign smuggling."

Logically speaking, at this time, you should choose to call the police and hand it over to the police, but...

The third son raised his eyes, stared seriously at Nakahara Chuya's eyes, and uttered the incredible bandit declaration,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, whoever sees it has a share. I want half of Amao's custody!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't react all of a sudden: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "...Amao?"

The third son nodded solemnly: "Well, this is the name I just named the little koala."

"If you take a name, you are a family member! Teacher Zhongyuan, we can't abandon our family members!"

Chuya Nakahara, who finally came to his senses, said, "...What is it all about? Are you an elementary school student who picked up coins on the road!"

The ochre-haired boy couldn't help but sighed while holding his forehead.

In front of his third son, he put the koala aside and fixed it with gravity, then stretched out his hand to hold the red-haired girl's head that was shifting, and turned her back to the direction of the long-forgotten evil spirit.

"There's no half, it's just for you, get down to business first, and Amao won't be able to escape here."

Listening to this earnest tone, it is exactly the same as the old father who uses the game console/TV/candy to coax the children to do their homework.

At this time, the eyes of a certain red-haired 'kid' were so bright that they could be used as light bulbs.

"Okay, don't lie, Mr. Zhongyuan."

The third son looked nostalgicly at the little koala who was pinned to the ground, then turned back under Zhongyuan Zhongye's helpless eyes, and reached out to pull out the mace that fixed the evil spirit.

After losing the confinement of the weapon, the wound opened by the evil spirit rapidly grew granulation, and within a few seconds, it returned to its original state.

"Speak, don't try to play tricks."

Nakahara Nakaya stood beside the third son, and never took his eyes off the warning from the beginning to the end.

In reality, however, there was no need for the Mafia's warnings.

Even if he regained his mobility, the evil spirit couldn't think of any resistance at all in the face of Guicha's powerful force.

It stared at Nakahara Chuya's face in disgust, and opened its mouth full of sharp teeth.

【"I, know, what you, want to ask, it can't be just me!"】

【"...The one who turned me into this and gave me the ability is the Holy—"]

——"Hahahaha, get out of the way! Ghost messenger, don't be afraid, my uncle is here to help you!"

Just when the evil spirit was about to spit out the answer, a high-pitched shout suddenly sounded from above, perfectly covering the hoarse voice of the evil spirit.

Accompanied by the sound of birds flapping their wings, a black trident suddenly fell from the sky!

A certain red-haired girl didn't even have time to stop, when she heard a 'poof', the trident fell straight down, and the sharp point pierced the top of the sarcoma, piercing the evil spirit from the top of the head down, forming a pair wear.

Beep, a crack peeled off on the evil spirit's forehead.

It stared blankly at the eyes it had not long ago, but suddenly its expression changed, and a layer of frenzy appeared in the eyeballs abnormally, and it mouthed to the third son with difficulty.

【"sweet……"】

It's a pity that before he had time to say a word, it collapsed under the power of the trident, turning into black fine sand.

When the wind blows, there are no traces left.

The third son who fell short: "..."

Chuya Nakahara, who lost the last clue: "..."

No one spoke, and the atmosphere at the scene was so solemn that water could almost drip.

The little koala, who had witnessed the whole process, stared dumbfoundedly at the blond devil who fell to the ground, and his black bean eyes showed sympathy.

However, a certain culprit not only didn't understand the air, but raised his hand arrogantly, and wiped his oily and slippery back.

He suppressed the smug expression on his face, raised his chin proudly towards the red-haired girl, and said lightly,

"I don't need to say thank you, ghost messenger, it's just a matter of convenience."

Oh, this is really a big 'handy'.

The two turned their heads together, and stared blankly at a certain blond-haired demon who seemed to be a [-]-boy for a while. Zhong Yuanzhong also took the lead to ask,

"Third son, who is this winged man? Do you know him?"

Wing, Wing Man? !

Mamen choked, and her eyes widened in disbelief: "It's too rude of a human being! I am the second-in-command assistant of EU Hell, a majestic demon Mamen..."

"...It's just a mature western bird."

The third son indifferently interrupted the blond demon's furious speech,

"Mr. Zhongyuan, you should be gentle when beating people. If you beat someone disabled, it will cause international disputes in hell."

"Varied?!"

Mamen looked at the third son, as if looking at a traitor who backstabbed his companion.

The red-haired girl turned her back silently, ignoring the accusing eyes and the loud cries of pain behind her.

It's okay little bird, Mr. Zhongyuan doesn't hurt to beat someone up.

The third son automatically blocked the background 'soundtrack', and the mouth shape of the evil spirit before disappearing finally appeared in front of his eyes, which was——

【"sweet."】

...Why would a resentful spirit in modern society know her previous name?

Coincidence?

still--

While meditating, Sanzi suddenly felt a warmth on his face.

A big hand stretched out from the side, through the black gloves, and helped her wipe off the evil spirit's blood that was accidentally stained on her face.

"What are you thinking?" Nakahara asked.

The third son looked up at the sky: "I was thinking about Mr. Zhongyuan, what time is the concert? Are we going to be late?"

Zhong Yuan also looked down at his watch.

【18: 37】

The two looked at each other, and in the second second, they held hands tacitly, and the other removed the gravity that was suppressing the koala.

Just when the third son was about to leave with a blink of an eye, the originally honest koala did the same trick again.

However, this time, it didn't escape.

The little koala was on a sliding shovel, dodging Nakahara's grabbing action, and sprinted to Sanzi's feet.

With a 'slap', it stepped on the face of the unconscious demon Mammon, stretched out its claws anxiously, and patted the corner of the girl's skirt vigorously, motioning her to look down at the violin on its back.

"Lulu!! Lulu!!"

"This piano..."

The third son squatted down and carefully looked at the body of the instrument.

This violin is very old and has been in disrepair for years. The paint on the body of the violin is mottled, leaving only a dull luster.

Only the four strings on the panel are still as bright as before, as if they are consuming what little life is left, waiting for a certain ensemble moment to come.

The red-haired girl pressed her fingertips on the strings. After staying for a while, she raised her face and looked at Nakahara Chuya who was waiting patiently.

"Sorry, Mr. Zhongyuan, can I delay a little longer?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also stretched out his hand, and gently touched the third son's cheek with his fingertips, and there was a faint indulgent smile in his slow voice,

"My time today is all yours, and it is up to you to arrange."

The third son was taken aback for a moment, then grabbed the fingers next to his cheeks and laughed,

"Then, the itinerary has changed, let's pick up another protagonist of the concert first."

*****

The third son saw a memory on the violin handed by the little koala.

Accompanied by cheerful harmonica music, a girl named Miyazono Kaoru, in the spring of the last April, some trivial and ordinary things.

The coldness of jumping into the river from the bridge, the foolishness of thinking that he would win when he raced against the tram, Canale who didn't finish eating, and——

Under the bright starry sky, the little star who has never faded, sang with the black-haired piano boy.

Can it be conveyed?

If it can be conveyed——

[Please, Lord Ghost, don't let him go away alone like this. 】

There are always all kinds of wonderful stories in the world.

When I have a dream, I see the nostalgic smile of the deceased relatives again.

There are also longings that linger in the present world. When I feel the last time of the person I like, with the power of countless karma, I return to the old boy again.

Miyazono Kaoru has an agreement with Arima Kosei.

——Never forget her.

If the memory is cleared, the wayward young lady will definitely turn into a resentful spirit and come to him to settle accounts.

【But Gongyuan, I'm going to forget about you... Will you come to me? 】

In a park full of cherry blossoms, the performer sitting on a bench turned off his vibrating and buzzing mobile phone, quietly waiting for the arrival of the last moment.

He still overestimated his physical condition, and the decline came faster than expected.

It is said that animals can perceive their own death. On this point, humans are actually the same.

When this moment really comes, people's sense of hearing will become surprisingly sharp.

Hearing the ticking sound of the clock in his body, mixed with the ever-slowing countdown beat.

Although I am very sorry for Kobayashi-kun, let him be self-willed for a while.

When everyone was making preparations for the concert, Arima Kosei quietly avoided the staff, left the busy backstage, and took a taxi to the park next to the station.

The big children's slide, the white pigeon flapping its wings, everything here seems to have not changed.

Mr. Arima picked up the melodica left behind by the child, and wiped the blowpipe clean with his cuff.

He closed his eyes, took a light breath, raised his head and played the music in his memory.

The loud and joyful melody of the harmonica echoes in the uninhabited park, is carried by the wind far away, and reaches the ears of flying white pigeons.

When the last note landed, Arima Kosei seemed to hear a very soft 'pop'.

There seemed to be a sudden breath in the spring breeze, with the sweet fragrance of Keluli, which made people almost shed tears of nostalgia.

Arima's fingers pressing the keys began to tremble uncontrollably.

As if he was afraid of being disturbed, but also like a dream, he held his breath and slowly opened his eyes.

A strand of golden hair fell into his gaze.

"Your Magong gave birth to you."

The blond violinist in a long skirt was standing in front of him, looking down at him with vigor on his hips as he remembered.

Arima Kosei raised his head in a daze, staring blankly at the girl in front of him who seemed to have never aged.

After a long time, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

The performer didn't speak, but just raised the harmonica in his hand as a gesture, as if sitting on a piano chair on the stage, he spread his palm to the blond girl holding the violin as an invitation gesture.

The blond violinist smiled knowingly.

She set up the instrument with its peeling paint on its side, and raised its bow.

After a second of silence, the loud harmonica and the melodious violin played tacitly at the same time.

Hatto and boy are just like their first meeting.

……

…………

Under the cherry blossom trees outside the park, the third son and Nakahara Nakaya stood side by side, quietly listening to the final ensemble in the distance.

The brown-haired cub koala lay on the tree trunk, wiping away tears with its short forelimbs.

The third son raised his head, and the pink and white cherry blossom petals fell from the tree, followed her gaze, and slowly fell on the tip of her nose.

Tender, a little itchy.

The red-haired girl raised her hand to wipe it away, but a hand reached out first and wiped the petals off her face.

The third son subconsciously closed his eyes. When the hand wearing the black glove left, the red-haired girl opened her eyes, and caught off guard, she met a pair of cobalt blue pupils.

The distance between the two is so close that you can almost hear each other's breathing.

When the four eyes met, the third son seemed to have fallen into a clear blue ocean, and the girl seemed to hear that tiny sound again vaguely.

It burst out along the beating heart, gurgled through the blood vessels of the whole body, and slowly ironed the skin on the bones.

For a moment, the third son found that the whole world seemed to light up.

Even the cherry blossom petals scattered in the wind like snowflakes were dyed bright colors.

So unexpectedly, a fragmentary sound that I heard in that old violin jumped out without warning.

Accompanied by the melody played by the harmonica and the violin, it slowly sounded in the girl's mind.

【——Such feelings really do exist! 】

【"The moment I met him, I feel like my whole life has changed."】

【"Everything you see, hear, feel, and see, everything begins to take on color, and the whole world begins to sparkle. This is liking."】

……

……like?

The love sound of the ensemble was still echoing in my ears, like a gust of undefended breeze, with a 'huh', the mist shrouded in front of Sanzi's eyes was blown away, revealing the true face behind.

Kazuki's cherry blossoms were in full bloom, like pieces of falling snow, and the blue-eyed boy with red hair was standing under the tree, looking sideways at him intently.

It's over—she seems—

The third son looked at Chuya Zhongyuan, and a thought appeared in the third son's mind, which was never as clear and terrifying as it was at this moment.

The orange-dyed sky breathed overhead, and white doves flapped their wings and landed on the flowering branches.

The red-haired ghost girl stared at Chuya Nakahara without moving her eyes.

As if a century had passed, she slowly woke up from the dream with an expression of enlightenment.

is it?

Is that the case?

The third son lowered his eyelashes, stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the edge of the cuff of the red-haired mafia,

"Teacher Zhongyuan."

"What?" The boy's gentle voice sounded in the woods, and it fell into the girl's ears, softer than a feather.

The third son opened his mouth, with an expression on his face, like a little deer standing beside a trap covered with flowers and sweets, cautiously stretching its feet to test.

She looked at the brown-haired mafia and asked in a low voice,

"Teacher Zhong Yuan, can I call you 'Zhong Ye'?"

****

Meanwhile, in a hidden corner

The old father of the assistant officer who was walking the dog in this world snorted, accidentally broke the devil's horn in his hand, stood up suddenly from the grass, and was about to rush into the woods with a mace in his hand.

The hem of the clothes was bitten by Xiao Bai behind him.

"Calm down, Lord Ghost Lamp!! You can't attack people in this world!!"

"...Hey! Assistant from EU Hell, don't look at me, I'm here to help you!"

Xiaobai frantically turned around to help, but it was okay not to yell, but when he uttered it, he woke up the dull-faced blond demon.

Mammon was silent for a second, then suddenly screamed 'ow', clutching the broken horn, crying like a defeated dog over 600 years old.

The real dog Xiaobai: "...forget it, you are miserable."

A love affair is over before it begins.