Nakajima Atsushi knew that he shouldn't laugh out loud at this moment, whether out of politeness or for some other reason, but the current situation was too comedic no matter how you looked at it.

The American who had rushed into the workshop without any protective gear was still coughing loudly behind the door. When he saw Roald Dahl sincerely worrying about Fitzgerald, the white-haired boy finally smiled.

He was still quite reserved and even remembered to cover the lower half of his face, pretending to be choked by saliva. Dazai Osamu had already responded to the scene with a loud laugh without any hesitation.

As the partner who provides the comedic effect, the clown in white clothes and white hair does not seem to be in a hurry at all. Instead, he is the one who looks the happiest. He even laughs so hard that he falls over to show his approval of the joke.

This overly exposed emotion made people feel that he was a little crazy, and Nakajima Atsushi unconsciously moved a little closer to Dazai Osamu and Roald Dahl.

The calmest group should be the British. The combination of sailor and detective is a bit weird, but anyone who pays attention can see that they are a very sophisticated combination.

Daniel Defoe had been watching Roald Dahl carefully, and one might think that this team was a combination of strength and wisdom, but that would be a big mistake.

In terms of understanding human nature, Defoe can be said to be a leader, and he is also extremely tolerant of his colleagues.

Although he had some disagreements with Agatha Christie due to their stance, he was still able to carry out his tasks well by cooperating with the Baroness.

He had hardly ever met Roald Dahl, and the few rumors he had heard about him were from the three Brontë sisters, who were always chirping and as lively as lark and were arguably the best-informed of the bell tower servants.

In the world of people with special abilities, those who have special privileges are either extremely wealthy enough to make other people with special abilities bow down to them, or extremely powerful. Unfortunately, Roald Dahl has both.

If it was just about possessing unimaginable wealth, perhaps Agatha Christie would not be so nervous, but if this was also a person with considerable power who was not controlled or governed by the government, this would be a very serious problem.

At least so far, no one knows how powerful Roald Dahl is, but all the overt and covert temptations have been blocked by Roald Dahl without exception.

And this person with super powers who has been a mystery for years seems to have never had anyone close enough to gather intelligence from. Only recently did a spy send a dangerous signal that Roald Dahl and the American Hemingway seemed to be having a close relationship.

The news even briefly caused some unrest and was even seen by the authorities as a dangerous signal.

Even though everything was calm afterwards and no further news came after the banquet, Defoe clearly remembered how Agatha was so irritable that she even started to find fault with her favorite afternoon tea.

As for exploring the mysterious candy factory, it was even more impossible. All special abilities and even supernatural psychic abilities seemed to lose their effect in an instant when spying on the factory. Even the most outstanding psychics gained nothing.

Thinking of this, Daniel Defoe couldn't help but glance in the direction of Conan Doyle. The old gentleman was still sitting there leisurely doing his own thing, as if he had no sense of crisis at all.

But I'm afraid that anyone who is familiar with him, or even has heard of his name, would not think so. Even in the study of spiritualism, Conan Dahl is a prominent medium.

"Are you okay?" Daniel Defoe tried to seek some perceptual support from the old detective. He was not as keen in clairvoyance as the elderly man.

"I'm fine." The old man replied softly and confidentially, his voice muffled by the protective mask.

The sailor was not sure whether the old man understood what he meant. He stuffed his strong muscles into the elastic protective suit and asked cryptically:

"I mean your legs.

I’m a little worried.”

In order to alleviate the problems brought by age, Conan Doyle and his psychic friend made some modifications to his legs, so that he could walk briskly even without using a cane. However, the exquisite cane was not just for decoration. It contained poison that the old detective brought back from Africa, enough to turn four or five people into zombies.

“Everything is as usual.”

The old detective's calm tone reminded Defoe of the old captain who brought him into the industry. The sailor suddenly felt at ease, stopped talking, and turned into a silent protector again.

However, no matter how covert such conversation was, it was obvious to the audience in the live broadcast room and to Roald Dahl who was in the world of his own creation.

Haiyin Temple Tuyou noticed the two British people very early on. Although they were very low-key, he still cared about this group very much.

This is not only a question of international intelligence, but also an opportunity for Haiyin Temple to understand the degree of perfection of the system's background in identifying fake accounts.

This vest, which was given a very high degree of freedom by the system and was also his most powerful card so far, seemed to have an almost seamless relationship context. At least no one felt that there was anything wrong with the sudden appearance of the vest.

There are many things that can be done here, and the identity provided by the system is not easy to be recognized. He has some outlines of a plan in his mind, but as for how to make the next step, he still has to see what kind of cards the lottery after this visit will bring him.

Haiyin Temple Suyou splashed his face with cold water and felt much more sober. During this series of actions, he was also controlling Roald Dahl.

The loud sneezes still came from inside the door, and now almost everyone outside the door had put on the protective clothing hanging on the wall.

Nakahara Chuuya felt that he was being stared at. He was about to take off his hat in a gloomy manner, imitating Roald Dahl, and was about to put on his protective mask, but he immediately stopped.

However, he looked around and didn't find the person who had just looked at him, so he had to look away with some suspicion.

However, although he did not show any expression on his face, Nakahara Chuuya still glanced in the direction of Roald Dahl inconspicuously. When he entered the candy factory, he could clearly feel that his special abilities seemed to be suppressed.

It was like meeting Dazai Osamu, and he inevitably felt a little sticky and uncomfortable, although it was a bit rude to think so.

Kaionji Suyou, who played Roald Dahl, looked away calmly. He should be very familiar with facing ghosts and gods, but when he faced Nakahara Chuuya in the candy factory, he was still secretly frightened.

In a sense, the "lucky ones" who came to visit this time were almost all people he was familiar with.

There is no need to mention Mouri Ran and Kudo Shinichi. Dazai Osamu and Nakajima Atsushi are members of the Armed Detective Agency, and he has met them before. Nakahara Chuuya was seen at the port mafia when he was using the vest of the small king, and Fitzgerald was seen once at the dinner party where he had a good chat with Hemingway when he was using the vest of Roald Dahl. As for Defoe and Conan Dahl, they are even more famous in the British circle of people with special abilities. As for the Black Organization, it is a very famous comprehensive mafia organization in the inner world.

Except for the mysterious little white clown, he didn't know much about it. Anyone standing here was definitely someone who had made a name for himself on some platform that ordinary people didn't know much about.

Kaionji still doesn't know the specific details of Chuuya Nakahara, but it doesn't prevent him from understanding that Chuuya Nakahara is definitely not an ordinary psychic, or it is not a strict statement to simply classify Chuuya Nakahara as a psychic.

After all, ordinary people with special abilities cannot see the terrifying power that is always attached to the leader of the Port Mafia. The black and red giant will only be suppressed into the host's body and become less terrifying when it enters the Candy Empire controlled by Roald Dahl.

However, after confirming that the unknown power in Chuuya Nakahara's body still obeyed the rules set by Roald Dahl, Haiyin Temple Suyou felt a little relieved and continued to play the role of a man and lead everyone.

On tour.

As soon as the door was opened, a pink-purple smoke gushed out, like a ball of lively gas.

But this kind of gas did not seem to be honest, like a living thing. Nakajima Atsushi stretched out his hand to touch it, but was beaten to it by the man in purple protective clothing.

Roald Dahl grabbed the pink and purple cloud, and the white-haired boy could see clearly that it was not pink and purple smoke, but a pink butterfly with huge wings.

Even though it was caught in the man's hand, the butterfly continued to flap its wings, trying to escape from the man's hand. Countless pink scales fell from its wings, which radiated a pearl-like light purple color under the refraction of light, like a miniature cherry blossom rain.

But before Nakajima Atsushi could see it more clearly, the butterfly, which was so beautiful that it was incredible and breathtaking that he had never seen before, was thrown back into the door by Roald Dahl without mercy.

"Please wait a moment."

The man said this and flashed into the door. His agility was so great that even a martial arts master like Nakahara Chuuya would be impressed.

This action also prevented any creatures like butterflies from getting out, and only a small stream of pink and purple scales sprayed out again as the door closed.

A strange sweet and sour smell floated in the air, and Nakajima Atsushi was reminded of a kind of sweet and sour berry grown in the countryside that Kenji Miyazawa once brought for everyone to taste.

Although everyone was very curious about what was to come, they also understood that Roald Dahl had asked everyone to wait.

In any case, Fitzgerald was still inside, and Roald Dahl must have gone to find him, which was considered giving the ugly American some dignity.

Indeed, the current experience seems to be enough to teach this arrogant American businessman a lesson.

This is what Haiyin Temple Suyou thought when he heard the earth-shaking sneezes and curses from the man in front of him.

By the time he followed the sound and approached where Fitzgerald was, the man had become physically radiant.

The man inevitably inhaled the butterfly scale powder during the breathing process, causing his skin to be gradually covered with a pleasing lavender color, and even the color of his hair was no exception.

More scales were attached to his clothes and skin, making his entire body reflect a strange color, which was physically eye-catching.

The man also calmed down at this time. The inhalation of too much scale powder obviously made him have difficulty breathing, and he even fainted briefly.

The gumdrop flowers and grass beneath the man were badly damaged, and a tiny Oompa-Loompa dressed like an astronaut was urgently repairing them.

Haiyin Temple Suyou controlled the vest and snapped his fingers lightly, and these fantasy scenes slowly returned to their original state.

When they saw him coming, his petite subordinates stopped what they were doing and saluted him in a proper manner.

"Someone seems to be trying to break in from the outside. Do we need to..."

An Oompa-Loompa wearing an armband raised his hand and reported.

"Don't worry for now, I..."

The words of Haiyin Temple Suyou suddenly stopped.

A chaotic cacophony of colors filled his retina.

He clearly felt that this was a feeling coming from his own body, and everything was normal on the vest side.

Maybe it was because he stared at those magical butterflies for too long while playing the role of the vest, but his vision seemed to be affected.

It's like looking at the snow for too long and the reflection damages your eyes.

His vision was blurry, but filled with colors that were so saturated that they could even be described as a level of light pollution.

Extreme red, extreme blue, extreme yellow, countless colors seemed to be mixed together on a palette by an incomparably huge brush, contradicting each other and blending with each other, interweaving into an unimaginable giant net that attacked him.

While traveling upstream to Haiyin Temple, there was a moment when I felt like I had become one of the countless butterflies, and the memories of catching butterflies with a net as a child suddenly flooded my mind.

However, his identity and stance were swapped, and he became a Lepidoptera creature that found it difficult to even think about this matter.

It shouldn't be like this. Those two pairs of light, thin, gorgeous and shiny things are not something I should have. Those long, thin, curled tentacles are also something I have never touched before. So what should I do?

The moment I had this thought of doubting my own cognition, those "nets" disappeared and ended.

The chaotic colors seemed to slowly fade into something between black and white, and the movement was slower and slower, like a cookie that was gradually getting damp, exuding a boring smell.

Soon, a peculiar noise attacked the Haiyin Temple trek.

It is the sound of countless wings beating simultaneously, thousands and thousands of them, endlessly and continuously.

There were butterflies dancing in his stomach as he thought about the journey back to Haiyin Temple.

It was like an absurd black joke, or a Chaplin-style humorous dream, and he hadn't dreamed of such a bizarre thing for a long time.