"Want a drink, Daniel?"
The old detective, with gray hair but still in good spirits, followed Dazai Osamu's example and took out two glasses from under his work.
Conan Doyle poured himself a glass first, then raised another empty glass to ask his companion.
"Thank you." The young man dressed as a sailor rowed the sky-blue oar skillfully while taking the hot chocolate and drinking it in big gulps, as if he was guzzling some kind of strong liquor popular among sailors.
"You're not afraid of being poisoned at all." The old detective said this, but he took a sip of it.
"It's just a hunch. Besides, didn't Roald say that no one will die here again? Relax a little, Mr. Doyle." The calm sailor said calmly.
The two drank their hot chocolate in silence, with no other sound except the sound of Daniel Defoe rowing the boat.
It has to be said that as an experienced sailor, Daniel Defoe's rowing skills are very good, but they are not the fastest ones.
The black and red light of the supernatural power silently enveloped the entire ship. The ship, controlled by gravity, sailed very quickly in the chocolate river, like a happy untied boat.
The ship of Nakajima Atsushi and Dazai Osamu has the additional guidance of Roald Dahl. Although Nakajima Atsushi is a complete novice, he can still barely navigate in it.
But Fitzgerald and Gogol didn't seem to be so lucky, or rather, thinking of the insignificant pranks they had left behind in advance, Haiyin Temple Suyou once again lamented his occasional bad taste.
Danmu had the same idea as him.
[I always have a bad feeling, so I light candles for Cicada and the rich guy in advance]
[Hey, hey, what's so ominous about this?]
[Roald Dahl's mysterious smile just now, I always feel that he is a man with a strong sense of bad taste]
Haiyin Temple Suyou agreed silently in his heart. While admiring the little tiger rowing the boat in a hurry, he continued to watch the bullet screen. Some smart viewers had already deduced something.
[No matter how many times I watch it, I still think it's awesome. Is Mr. Dahl a person with special abilities or a psychic? This factory can't possibly be made with the technology in this world.]
[Maybe it's both, and I feel like Oompa-Loompas are ghosts or supernatural beings or something like that?]
[Shocked, I usually suspect that you and I are not watching the same live broadcast, how did you know this?]
[It’s pretty obvious. Mr. Dahl obviously knew about Dazai’s abilities, so he intercepted him when he was about to help the Oompa-Loompa.]
[So, does that mean that all the employees in the chocolate factory are not human? Didn’t they say before that Dahl Candy Company had not recruited any employees a long time ago?]
[I don’t understand. I feel like this is really an elimination system. Xiaolan’s group should be eliminated.]
[I guess so, but it’s good that no one died, but the atmosphere feels visibly more tense]
This is exactly the rule specifically specified by the Haiyin Temple tour. He has no intention of turning this into a bloody incident.
Dahl Candy Company is a field derived from Roald Dahl's unlimited abilities. The rules here are set by Roald Dahl, and the candies that flow out of this factory also faithfully obey the rules set by Haiyin Temple Suyou using this vest.
However, the farther away from the candy factory, the more faith points are needed to control those by-products. If he hopes to use remote control, he will have to wait until he gains enough faith points through this carefully planned live broadcast.
But thinking about these things in such a sweet and pleasant situation is a bit of a spoiler. I counted down in my heart, three, two, one.
The barrage was silent for a moment, then immediately grew explosively.
[Hahahahahahahahaha, as expected, the prophet in front has been stabbed]
[Rainbow Goose, I just want to ask you if you love me]
[Hahahahahahaha, why do I think the civet and the rich guy’s boats are kind of pretty?]
[The ultimate in earthiness is trendy, I’m sure]
Dazai Osamu, who was sitting opposite Roald Dahl, was the first to discover this, apart from the Kaion-ji Temple tour.
Each of the fruit candy boats was carved into a different shape. The one he and Nakajima Atsushi were riding was a pink pig, while the one that the white Chou and the American tycoon named Fitzgerald, whom Dazai Osamu had seen in the intelligence, were riding was a swan.
But now, the white boat that originally seemed to have the most normal color combination seemed to have undergone some strange changes.
The originally pure white swan suddenly began to emit colorful light, just like the colorful lanterns that often appeared in dance venues in the last century. The light also produced a rotating effect as its position changed.
It is impossible to verify what Gogol was thinking in his heart. After discovering this, Xiao Chou immediately activated his special ability. He relied on teleportation to replace gravity and became the one in the front. He left the others far behind and quickly entered the tunnel ahead.
"Is that really okay?"
Nakajima Atsushi muttered to himself hesitantly, but he clearly saw the very bad expressions on the faces of the ugly-dressed young man and the man who looked very rich.
The white-haired boy, whose face was as dark as that of Kunikida-senpai, saw Dazai-san fall into the water during work and received the bill that Dazai-san left at the cafe. He said to himself that he had already calmly accepted the reality that he had suddenly become a complainer.
"Ah, that's right. The boats under your feet are all made of giant fruit candies produced in my factory," the man in the tall brown hat said with a smile, as if he was not surprised at all by the scene just now. "The boats of those two gentlemen are our new products."
"But I didn't expect it to emit seven shades of light. We should consider giving the technical department some bonuses. Four pounds of chocolate per person would be great."
The man said something in all seriousness that was full of complaints about Nakajima Atsushi.
So you don't even know that this candy glows and changes color? Nakajima Atsushi remembered that this was someone else's territory, and he complained in his heart very restrainedly.
And the bonus was chocolate. Is this some weird corporate culture? Only someone who loves chocolate would accept this kind of bonus. Nakajima Atsushi took a sip of the chocolate to cover up, but it obviously didn't have much effect. His thoughts were almost completely revealed on his face.
In between his complaints, he did not forget to look at the boat he was sitting on with a little suspicion, fearing that it would suddenly change shape or emit light at any time.
It's childish to sit on the pink pig boat. If it could glow and sing, I would probably imitate Dazai Osamu and jump into the water, or dig a hole in the boat and bury myself, Nakajima Atsushi thought with tears in his eyes.
Fortunately, his worries did not come true in the end, and his ship was really just an ordinary fruit candy.
After entering the tunnel, the surroundings suddenly became dark and the chocolate water flow became turbulent.
However, the swan ship in the front continued to emit colorful light, which was constantly refracted on the smooth inner wall of the tunnel, so I could actually see the surrounding objects clearly.
But no matter how you look at it, it looks a bit like some old-fashioned disco scene. Although it is a bit impolite, Nakajima Atsushi still smiled secretly under the cover of darkness.
Soon the tunnel came to an end and they stopped in front of two large doors.
Both doors were locked tightly, as if they were afraid something would escape from inside, which only made people more curious.
A huge red exclamation mark was painted on one of the doors, giving people a whiff of danger.
The light was dim, and the excellent night vision of some cats brought by his special ability helped Nakajima Atsushi clearly see the rows of gas masks and protective suits that looked a bit like space suits hanging on the wall next to him.
"There may be some surprising gadgets in the next tour. In order to avoid unnecessary danger, I hope everyone can follow my instructions and follow me closely."
"Like right now, I want everyone to wear these."
The tall and thin candy factory owner took off his hat first, put it on the coat rack next to him, and began to put on a gas mask and protective clothing.
Most people present did what he said, but there was always a discordant note.
For example, Francis Fitzgerald, whose patience had just been exhausted.
"Can we have such a premise that Mr. Dahl, you should know how to entertain guests?"
The blond American asked angrily, and it seemed that he had reached the point of exploding. However, his ugly little companion did not seem to have any intention of standing on the same front with him. He still stood aside by himself, and even seemed to be watching the show.
"Yes, of course I understand. I think everyone should be very happy just now. These are my proud works, aren't they?"
The boss of the world's largest candy company answered in a gentle tone, his caramel eyes hidden behind the gas mask revealing a hint of genuine confusion.
"Yes, of course you understand," the American said sarcastically, "Now I don't want to listen to your stupid orders. I don't want to suffocate myself behind that thing."
He tried to open the door with a red exclamation mark on it, but without Roald Dahl's consent, the door could never be opened, just like an undesigned room in the game, just a decoration.
The man, who had already put on a protective suit, said slowly: "I don't recommend you do this, at least..."
However, Fitzgerald did not give him the chance to finish his sentence. Seeing that this door could not be opened, he immediately turned his target to another door and strode forward to try to open it.
This time he opened the door easily, walked in without waiting for anyone to stop him, and closed the door in anger.
The next second, a deafening sneeze came from inside, almost shaking the walls of the tunnel.
The tour of Haiyin Temple played the role of Roald Dahl who sighed sincerely.
Roald Dahl added to his own statement:
"At least wear a mask."
The man pulled out a child's mask with My Little Pony printed on it from the pocket of his protective suit and sighed with true emotion once again.
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