In the live broadcast room, the audience who switched to the inspirational perspective of the Haiyin Temple tour had the most experiential experience, and the barrage at this time was almost occupied by them.

[Screaming, OMG, what the hell is this]

[Grass, tentacles, love love]

[I admire Hai Ge’s acting skills everyday, tell me, Hai Ge is awesome!]

[I am a pervert, let me say first, I haven’t seen Brother Hai being frightened recently and I feel like something is missing from my life (big fog)]

[Indeed, but I feel like Brother Hai has grown up a lot now. I also love the calm and composed Brother Hai, ahhhh]

[I hope Hai Ge can get through this safely, it seems that Kudo Shinichi can't see that at all]

[Why do I feel like the ghosts don't want to attack this time, but are afraid instead?]

[Absurd, ghosts and gods are afraid of people?]

[Maybe, the thing on Kudo Shinichi is really weird, maybe it just scares this ghost]

[I don't think so. It looks like they are going to attack.]

The discussion in the bullet screen is still going on. If the audience hadn't been looking forward to what would happen next, perhaps an argument would have escalated outside the live broadcast room.

However, no matter how heatedly the audience in the live broadcast room discussed in the barrage, it seemed to have become insignificant electronic garbage for the Haiyin Temple tour at this moment.

His body was cold, and fear made him feel like he was suffering from hypothermia, but his soul remained firmly rooted in the same place, no longer facing the panic and anxiety he had faced before.

This is a very subtle change that would be almost imperceptible if it weren't for the sharper perception of the Haiyin Temple tour.

Just like humans never care about how many onlookers will be destroyed by the snap of their fingers, nor do they care how many bacteria can be eliminated by a sneeze. This is probably the mentality of Haiyin Temple Suyou at this moment.

The body instinctively feared the unknown creatures in the black vortex, and was trembling slightly physiologically.

But his spirits were incomparably high, as if he were engaged in a battle of unequal strength, and he was the clear winner.

The red book was open, and Haiyin Temple Suyou's limited rationality still helped him understand what the system, which had suddenly become talkative, had just said.

However, he just watched quietly as the bright red characters slowly turned into a reddish-brown color like coagulated blood and then disappeared, but he was indifferent to the meaning expressed in them.

He had clearly never seen such a ghost before, but he understood naturally that it was afraid, afraid of the existence of humans who were so small and humble even when standing upright in front of the ghost.

The creature that the system called "hound" emitted a sound similar to a scream from a cavity facing them, if such vibrations could be covered by human concepts.

A thin, hollow object stretched out in the direction of Kaionji Temple and Kudo Shinichi, like a snail's tentacle constantly probing the path after the rain. It was sticky and contained black juice that kept changing its shape in mid-air.

However, such a terrifying organ stopped in front of the two people. Haiyinsi Suyou actually saw a rare trace of caution from the unknown appearance of this huge creature.

There was a strong desire urging him to take a certain action, and he had to use all his reason to suppress the upward pull of the muscles at the corners of his mouth.

An inexplicable joy filled him, and without him noticing, a number on the red notebook was fluctuating wildly between 0 and 1.

Perhaps because the sun was setting, Kudo Shinichi felt that the sky had darkened a lot, but the classmate who interested him seemed to still completely ignore him.

The famous detective, who almost always managed to become the focus of attention with his brilliant reasoning and personal charm, was somewhat unwilling to give up. He quietly took a step forward and put most of his body on Haiyinsi Suyou.

He did it on purpose, but the boy had no idea what he was looking at and didn't react at all to his offensive action.

It seemed to be getting late, and Kudo Shinichi was a little unsure how long he had spent on the Kaionji tour, so he checked his cell phone, only to find that the signal suddenly disappeared, but was quickly restored.

Kudo Shinichi didn't think much about it, but just tried to get his classmate to come back to his senses again, but was ignored.

The high school detective looked in front of him with some confusion. He leaned forward a little too much. From the perspective of traveling upstream from Haiyin Temple, the black energy on the detective's body was about to merge with the "Hound".

The actual situation was almost the same. Kudo Shinichi's forehead was almost touching the twisted mouthparts of the terrifying creature. It was also at this moment that the detective belatedly felt a very abrupt coolness mixed with the warm wind.

He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, as if he was overcoming some subconscious fear.

After doing all this, Kudo Shinichi finally saw Kaionji swimming upstream.

At first, it was the eyes. The pair of red eyes hidden behind the lenses glanced casually at a certain place in the void, then quickly retracted and turned towards him.

Kudo Shinichi was almost stunned by such a look that almost contained no human emotion, but the next second the boy's eyes turned into the polite coldness that he was familiar with in the past week.

However, the world seen by the audience in the live broadcast room is not completely empty, but as clean as Shinichi Kudo, the source of pollution.

When Kudo Shinichi came over and reached out to the direction of the "hound" in a very restrained manner while swimming upstream from Kaionji Temple, the monster that was screaming in an unknown language was blown away by the strong wind like a shapeless dark cloud.

The hole was neatly split into two halves, with Kaionji Temple and Kudo Shinichi standing as the boundary, revealing the hollow interior under the gelatinous surface.

A viscous, deformed liquid surged out of it like a barrel of oil spilled on the sea.

A pungent smell that can only be smelled when traveling upstream from Haiyin Temple permeates the air, like the residual waste gas in a laboratory after a failed chemical experiment.

It made him feel sick, but when he saw the "hound" disappear, he felt a shudder as if his hunting desire had been satisfied.

[Wow, beautiful. I don’t know what level the ghost just now is, but the black mist on Kudo Shinichi is definitely strong.]

[It’s clear at a glance, he was killed instantly, maybe even catching up with the one in the shrine, after all, he is the “God of Death”]

[I don't think it's that simple. Didn't you notice that the ghost started to behave abnormally before Kudo Shinichi came over?]

[That’s right, and isn’t Brother Hai a candidate for something? Maybe this has something to do with it.]

[And think about it, who is Hai Ge’s grandfather? Natsume Soseki. The authorities really made a big deal.]

[Wait, I feel like I missed something]

[It’s the new live broadcast window. The live broadcast last night revealed Natsume Soseki’s identity right at the beginning. The forum was so shocked that it was like several tall buildings.]

[Is this true? Wow, could the guy in front please reveal it to me? I’m too lazy to climb the stairs.]

[A bunch of old bastards got together to do something in the dark and pretended to hold a meeting. As a result, someone with a keen eye found that the interface on Natsume Soseki's computer in another live broadcast room was this meeting]

[Oh my god, this is awesome. Thanks to the contemporary Leeuwenhoek netizens for their contribution. Hey, I’m suddenly a little unsure about Natsume Soseki’s position.]

[I don’t understand. Anyway, according to the normal routine, there might be a big reversal. Maybe Natsume Soseki is also an agent or something.]

Kaiinji Suyou felt relieved for some reason. After seeing the speculation in the barrage, he seemed to come to his senses from his thoughts. However, Kudo Shinichi, who was standing next to him, had a dead look in his eyes.

Based on some universally recognized social norms, Haiyin Temple Tour decided not to be so anti-social.

"Sorry, Kudo-san, I was a little distracted just now." But his words didn't seem to make the detective opposite him look any better.

I'm afraid I was distracted, Kudo Shinichi thought to himself, thinking of how he was ignored just now.

But high school students

Tan still took over the conversation and said generously that he didn't mind.

But the next second he returned to his true nature and began to question Haiyin Temple about his abnormal behavior just now.

"Hayinsi classmate, what did you see just now?" The high school detective asked the question without much thought.

But it was impossible for an ordinary person like him to get the answer. As expected, he received a calm look from Haiyin Temple Suyou.

Even though theoretically, the sense of pressure from eye contact would be reduced a lot if the eyes were not made eye to eye, in Kudo Shinichi's opinion, this theorem seemed to fail in the Kaionji tour.

Although this mysterious transfer student always stared at his chin strangely when talking to him, Kudo Shinichi still felt a little unnaturally timid about that kind of look, as if he was born with an instinctive fear.

Those clear, almost transparent red eyes had a sense of fragility like stained glass, like a not very solid decorative device, or like a blood-red sunset that could disappear at any time, but for no reason made Kudo Shinichi have the illusion that he was about to drown in that sea of ​​red tide.

It's like the fish growing on the shore covered with red seaweed, trying their best to swim upstream to exchange for oxygen, but they are powerless and have only one choice: suffocation.

Before he truly forgot to breathe, the sound of the Haiyin Temple upstream helped him return to reality.

"Nothing, nothing, I'm in a daze, that's all."

This statement was full of loopholes and there was no way it could fool him. Kudo Shinichi was about to refute, but he silently shut his mouth in front of those eyes that seemed to have magic. He was not convinced, but he just couldn't help but do what the boy wanted.

After all, trusting God seemed to be a matter of course. An inexplicable concept that made him firmly believe in it for a second suddenly appeared in his mind and became his fleeting belief.

No, how could there be gods in the world? Kudo Shinichi denied it loudly in his heart, but when he finished all this, he found that Kaionji Suyou had already ridden home, leaving the thoughtful detective standing there alone, thinking about something in the gradually falling night.

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As soon as she entered the door, she saw colorful candy store bags all over the floor. The girl couldn't even put down her schoolbag before she couldn't help complaining.

Even when we finished our meal, she was still unhappy about this matter.

"Really, Dad, why did you buy so many candies? I told you there's almost no chance of winning. We can't even finish all of them."

Looking at the table full of candies, Mao Lilan was half angry and half helpless as she cleared some space on the table to place their dinner for tonight.

After her repeated requests, Maori Kogoro finally reluctantly agreed to stop buying chocolates home, although Maori Ran felt that it was more because all the chocolates bought by her father did not win prizes.

It would be strange if I could win a prize, the girl couldn't help but say in her heart as she listened to her father mumbling in the living room about the capitalists' promotional tactics.

But right now, there are other things that concern her more. Although she felt a little embarrassed by Sonoko's teasing of her when they were leaving, Mao Lilan was still very excited when she learned that Kudo Shinichi had invited her to a date at the amusement park not long ago.

Her thoughts had already flown to the vacation a few days later, thinking about what to wear on a date with the person she liked. Even Kogoro Mouri, who was making noise while watching TV, became more respectable.

While washing the dishes, she listened to the sounds in the living room. Kogoro Mouri always turned up the volume of the TV very loud, so she could hear the sounds from the TV clearly in the kitchen.

Now Kogoro Mouri seems to be watching the news, while Ran Mouri is listening to the broadcast voice on TV, thinking absent-mindedly.

This seemed to be international news, and it was mixed with a few foreign sentences that were spoken too fast for Mao Lilan to understand clearly for a while.

Mao Lilan was not particularly interested in the news, but she was not averse to it either. She listened to it in a disjointed manner, but a name that suddenly popped up in the news piqued her interest.

, no longer looking absent-minded.

The name mentioned by the radio host was the candy merchant who had always appeared in newspapers before - Roald Dahl.

The reporter who was conducting the on-site interview seemed to have caught up with Roald Dahl while he was walking. Mao Lilan could hear that the reporter's voice was a little breathless, while the voice of the person being interviewed was always very steady.

Perhaps it was because this gentleman was so full of energy, but Mao Lilan could sense that the reporter seemed to have put in a lot of effort to catch up with Roald Dahl.

Such speculation made Mao Lilan herself laugh. Maybe it was because Mr. Dahl was sitting in the car. The girl tried to deduce such a boring question like a detective and amused herself happily.

She quickly finished the task at hand and walked towards her bedroom, but when she passed the living room, she couldn't help but stop and look in the direction of the TV.

The candy merchant who seemed to be particularly fond of maroon lilac tuxedos was being interviewed while walking. It seemed that he was in a hurry, or maybe he was just an energetic person.

The golden cane in his hand waved with his emotions, almost blowing off the poor reporter's wig. The hem of his tuxedo fluttered behind him like some kind of alert bird.

Even the way he walked was so unique. The man was tall to begin with, and against the backdrop of the reporter he looked even more like some kind of tall and graceful bird. His bouncing walking habits, which did not match his age but were totally in tune with his appearance, made it difficult for the reporter to keep up with his pace.

Even though her father kept complaining on the news about how chocolate was stealing his money, Mao Lilan still felt that this candy maker named Roald Dahl seemed to have some unique qualities in some ways.

He always blinks his eyes flexibly, as if he is interacting with the surrounding plants and trees, or like a deer walking through the woods. His friendly smile, even when facing reporters who behave in an offensive way, is very contagious.

Even though they were watching TV, Mao Lilan was still affected by this special infectious power and couldn't help but smile. Even her nose seemed to be filled with the pleasant smell of chocolate.

She found a seat on the sofa and started reading international news, which had never interested her before.

Perhaps he could no longer bear the reporter's embarrassment, or perhaps his childlike desire to play a trick on the bald man was satisfied, Roald Dahl finally stopped and turned to the camera with an enthusiastic smile that made it impossible to refuse.

Now, the man is finally facing the camera.

Kogoro Mouri glanced suspiciously at his daughter who was sitting next to him. He found it strange that she started watching the news, but he still muttered something like "pretentious" to describe someone and continued to stare at the TV screen obediently.

The curving goatee swayed playfully as the man spoke. He was dressed like a gentleman, but he showed rebellion and eccentricity from beginning to end.

Roald Dahl spoke very quickly and his tone was always very high, so that the already tired reporter couldn't even find a place to interrupt the conversation.

"Nice to meet you! Nice to meet you! This is, Mr...." After scanning the reporter's chest and finding no name tag, the man quickly gave up the idea of ​​saying the reporter's name and simply skipped it without any guilt.

He seemed to show great interest and affection for the reporter at this time, and was much friendlier. It was almost impossible to see his previous indifferent attitude. He kept shaking the reporter, looking very warm and hospitable.

The poor unknown reporter was a little short, and standing next to the tall Roald Dahl, he looked even smaller. Now he was being grabbed and shaken hard, like an old-fashioned alarm clock that was forced to work. The wig that was about to fall off under the attack of Roald Dahl's cane just now was also shaking and letting itself go, revealing its owner's shiny forehead.

"Da..."

The reporter finally recovered from the dizzy handshake and just as he said one word, he was

The man's machine gun-like speaking speed was drowned out.

"Honestly, I really didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it!" The man exaggeratedly repeated this sentence twice, looking from the reporter to the cameraman, as if he was very happy. He was like a gnawing animal that was smart enough to let a cat get stuck on the windowsill by itself.

It was at this moment that he finally let go of the reporter's hand, opened his arms towards the entire interview team, and casually stepped on his heels and performed an unnamed dance with a weird rhythm, as if he was welcoming them.

He was like a child who was having friends over for the first time, talking to himself loudly and excitedly.

"Oh, it's really interesting that you can come for an interview. I never thought that I would be stopped here. It's novel! Absolutely novel!" The gentleman-dressed man shouted loudly, his sharp eyes looking back and forth at the reporter, but these words made the reporter look embarrassed.

The reporter opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but it was clear that Roald Dahl was not done sighing yet.

"Look, what a lovely, friendly little reporter you are! When you called me from behind, I thought you must be a jumping, gossiping little flea, but I found out that I was wrong, completely wrong. You are such a lovely person!"

"Uh, Mr. Dahl..." The usually eloquent reporter was rarely speechless in this situation. His professional training allowed him to be thick-skinned and continue working.

Fortunately, he finally got a word in after Roald Dahl finished his long, incomprehensible speech.

"I wonder if Mr. Dahl can answer this question about the final grand prize of the golden ticket being the chocolate factory." Seeing the candy merchant start to look at Izji, the reporter felt relieved that things were finally back on track, and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. "Many people have questioned this, such as many of our audience members."

The reporter glanced at the camera at the right time and signaled to give him a close-up. When Kogoro Mori on the other end of the TV heard this, he immediately nodded in agreement.

"I think everyone is looking forward to hearing an answer from you in person. I wonder if you could reveal it to us?" The reporter's question was straightforward, but also a bit aggressive.

Just as the reporter expected, the smile on the face of the candy company owner named Roald Dahl disappeared.

The face without smile even looked a bit stern, which made the reporter feel guilty for a moment and he didn't even dare to look him in the eye. However, the reporter, who was best at digging up explosive news, naturally couldn't back down here. He was expecting the entrepreneur to lose his composure so that he could make a big fuss about it when he returned.

"Of course, of course, of course!" The man's voice became higher and higher, and a hint of offended anger appeared on his pale skin. "You are not welcome here. Get out, get out of my chocolate factory!"

But the reporter was unwilling to leave. Even when he was driven away, he still stayed where he was, like a parasite that was unwilling to move, and even looked a little smug.

However, they were too happy too soon. The man in the purple tuxedo seemed to have completely lost his patience in talking to the reporter. He didn't care what the reporter said next and just took out something from his pocket that looked like a toy remote control that a child would like.

The reporter had never thought that this thing could actually be used. He just saw the man holding the golden cane in one hand angrily pressing one of the buttons hard.

The next second, the reporter and his photography partner both felt a vibration under their feet. Before they could react, the object under their feet was bounced away and fell into the trash can behind the chocolate factory with a "bang".

The trash can was filled with fruit shell fragments, but it wasn't dirty and was covered with something that smelled nice, like grass, so the two of them didn't get hurt.

Having successfully sent away the annoying flies, a satisfied smile immediately appeared on the candy maker's face, and he walked in front of the camera with his signature bouncing steps, like a lively goat.

He smiled first, then said: "An additional rule is that the winner of the gold ticket can have a guardian or a co-

Accompany you."

"My factory is only open to the winners and their relatives and friends."