On the winery side, there was little disagreement about who would use the golden tickets to visit.

Kitian and Cohen, who are crazy fans of chocolate, do want to go, but they dare not say a word when facing Gin. They can only whisper behind him, as if they want Gin to help them bring some souvenirs.

However, Vodka knew his eldest brother's character very well, and he knew that Kitian and Cohen's delusions would most likely fail.

Although Vodka was also very curious about the factory that could produce all kinds of strange chocolates, he accepted the result that he could not go calmly. In other words, letting Gin go was the result that made people feel at ease.

As for Bermode, Vodka has never been able to figure out what she is thinking, but women generally do not object to direct orders from the leader of the organization, or maybe she is hiding something at the moment, and in any case, she does not have the time to pay attention to this for the time being.

However, what worries Vodka a little bit is the cooperation with the port mafia. Although he has collected intelligence in this regard before, there have been collaborations between the winery and other mafia organizations in the past.

But there was no time for Vodka to worry too much. Although it sounds a bit unfounded, his boss must have considered everything before agreeing to cooperate.

However, it is understandable that ordinary people would have some concerns when hearing about the special ability organization. Yokohama seems to be a place where special abilities are abundant. I heard that the person sent by the port mafia is also a powerful special ability user. This makes people a little worried.

For people in their line of work, they have to be wary even when working with familiar people, let alone this kind of cooperation. If the candidates sent by the partner are too strong, it will be worrying, but if they are too weak, it will be difficult to deal with.

However, seeing that Gin was still carrying out his tasks as usual, Vodka put his messy thoughts back into his heart and followed him calmly.

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In the group's gathering place, Fitzgerald looked at the golden ticket in his hand as if it were an ordinary opera ticket.

He actually had no particular desire to obtain the golden ticket. He was more concerned about the method of bringing his daughter back to life, which had already had some clues.

But after hearing about the incredible effects of Roald Dahl's candies, he couldn't help but have some more fantasies. For Americans with huge wealth, it is not beyond their ability to spend money and try to win a golden ticket by quantity.

Now that he actually got it, his interest has waned a little.

But to some people, the value of this thing seemed to be so extraordinary. Thinking of the intelligence that a position on the golden ticket could bring him, the man seemed to be less interested.

Regardless of the winners' mood, the candy factory tour, which attracted a huge amount of attention, took place as planned in this atmosphere.

The candy factory, which had almost never been open to the public, and the dreamland in the minds of countless candy lovers, opened its doors to outsiders for the first time.

Even before the opening, groups such as the media had gathered at the door, arriving earlier than the lucky ones who were actually going to visit.

They all hoped to be able to take some pictures of the inside of the factory, or the appearance of the lucky ones.

All those who were lucky enough to participate in this tour had no idea how they were transported to the vicinity of the factory by this mysterious candy company owner. Not to mention identifying the winner through his whereabouts, they had no idea what the winner looked like.

But their expectations were doomed to be dashed. Ten minutes before the tour started, the gate of the candy factory was finally opened. Many reporters wanted to rush in immediately, but they were stopped outside the railings by security guards.

Compared with the noisy crowd outside the door, the inside of the open door seemed a bit desolate.

There was a crowd outside, but the only person who came out to greet them was Roald Dahl. However, the man did not seem to be surprised at all by the scene. Instead, he calmly peeked out of the door, even like a

The excited child also stood on tiptoe and looked somewhere.

Although the media were somewhat disappointed to see only an empty space inside the gate, when they followed the man's gaze, they immediately became excited like sharks smelling blood.

Several cars were driving slowly from that direction, all with the Dahl Candy Company logo on their bodies. They were obviously the cars the lucky ones were riding in. Even though nothing could be seen from the car windows, the reporters were still very excited and kept pressing the shutter until the factory gate slowly closed.

Until this moment, this grand visit officially began.

Conan Edogawa got off the car following Mouri Ran.

You can't see the inside of the car from the outside, but you can see the outside from the inside. When he first saw the bare factory interior and a few ordinary factory buildings, he was indeed a little disappointed.

But before he got off the bus, he heard a scream from the girl who got off first. Edogawa Conan suddenly became curious. After all, he couldn't tell what was so special about these ordinary things.

But this idea changed the moment he got off the bus.

The red carpet stretched from in front of them to a tall building. Confetti and streamers of various colors were flying in the air, making people wonder whether the man standing at the door of the building, jumping and waving enthusiastically at everyone, had robbed the salute factory.

A very complex smell was hanging in the air. Edogawa Conan sniffed it and it smelled like melted hot chocolate and strawberry wafers mixed with raspberry jam.

It's sweet and refreshing, and it doesn't feel weird because of the mixture of multiple flavors. Instead, it makes people feel refreshed.

Stepping on the carpet that looked like watermelon bubble gum, the boy took a tentative step forward and soon smelled a completely different smell, a mixture of some unknown sour berry and roasted pecans, filling his nostrils.

It seems that you can smell different scents with every step you take. They are well layered in the air, as if silently introducing the different products in this factory to everyone who enters here.

Sweetness seems to be something that can soothe people's hearts, otherwise it is hard to explain why he can remain so calm when he sees the familiar silver-haired man in black clothes.

Those little things in the air that made the brain secrete some strange hormones made Conan Edogawa not show any strange behavior when facing Gin, but he still inevitably became worried.

But on second thought, it didn't seem difficult to understand why the winery was interested in this magical candy factory. Conan Edogawa just took a glance and then looked away.

And just as he turned his head, Gin looked in this direction as if he sensed something.

Conan was looking for Ran Mouri who had gotten off the car first, but found that the girl had already been waiting on the red carpet, walking with an intoxicated look on her face, breathing in the sweet air deeply.

The man standing at the door seemed very satisfied with everyone's reactions. A very happy smile appeared on his face, and he looked very proud and complacent.

Nakajima Atsushi was the first to arrive under the building. Perhaps due to his special ability, he was very sensitive to smells. Before he was dizzy and turned away by the strong smell of chocolate with liqueur, the little tiger leaped unusually quickly and arrived in front of the building.

As soon as he stood still, he sneezed several times and almost fell down.

However, compared to worrying about his nose, Nakajima Atsushi was more concerned about whether the building in front of him was safe, because no matter how he looked at it, it looked like a dangerous building.

It's as if the architect of this factory building was a child who didn't even know the basics of construction. The whole building looks like it was randomly stacked up with large and small building blocks.

Various colorful graphic spaces are pieced together here in a disorderly manner, but there is an indescribable beauty in the chaos, at least that's what Nakajima Atsushi thinks, and at least it looks much more interesting than the orphanage.

As soon as the little tiger escaped from the ocean of smell, he was almost drowned by Roald Dahl's enthusiasm.

"Hello, hello. Nice to meet you!"

The arm is covered with a playful goat

The man with the beard grabbed him and swung him up and down, left and right. If he hadn't been so strong, Nakajima Atsushi would have been thrown into a manual washing machine by the boss as he rubbed his sore arm that he had finally freed.

This was not the most embarrassing thing for him. Those compliments to him came out of the mouth of the candy company boss wearing a top hat as if they were free.

For a moment, Nakajima Atsushi didn't know where to look. He just pinched his wrists hard and stared at his toes in embarrassment.

This was the first time that he was praised like this. Although Nakajima Atsushi said that he didn't take it seriously, he was still very happy in his heart.

Most of the other participants looked so extraordinary that he thought that an ordinary person like himself would never attract the attention of this famous and wealthy gentleman.

But before he could feel happy for long, the man in the top hat suddenly bowed at an exaggerated angle. The black top hat was so high and smelled so sweet of chocolate that it almost pushed Nakajima Atsushi off the stairs.

Fortunately, Dazai Osamu, who was walking slowly behind him, finally caught up and caught him, otherwise he would definitely fall onto the soft red carpet.

"Sorry, sorry, are you okay kid?"

The man with black hair that was slightly curled at the ends jumped down from the stairs very casually. His crimson tuxedo fluttered with his movements, and his agile movements made him look like some kind of agile bird.

There seemed to be a lively spark in his eyes, and his movements were like the exaggerated performances of a comedian on stage.

When he met those eyes, Nakajima Atsushi stood up again and couldn't help thinking that he had probably never met anyone more energetic and interesting than Mr. Roald Dahl.

Yes, almost at the first sight of the man, Nakajima Atsushi thought he was Roald Dahl, the world-famous candy magician, because no one else could make people feel the fun atmosphere just by standing here.

No one can be like an abrupt yet harmonious note, paradoxically blending into everything here, yet being able to become the center of everything.

Thinking of this, when Nakajima Atsushi looked at the high-risk "building" behind the man, his eyes were even more filled with anticipation.

When he was sure that there was nothing wrong with him, the man seemed to have springs under his feet, and jumped back onto the stairs with a liveliness that was inconsistent with his age and appearance.

The man who named the candy company after himself clapped his hands happily, immediately attracting all eyes to himself.

"Come on, my lovely guests, I guess everyone can't wait any longer!"

The moment he finished speaking, the door of the building behind him slowly opened.

An aroma of chocolate so thick that it almost knocks people out unreasonably squeezes out from inside, giving everyone a sweet attack from the sense of smell.

Some short figures flashed by, which made people more curious.