After confirming that Natsume Soseki had gone far away, Kaionji Suyou did not feel the departure of the letter, and he was not very surprised about this.

Natsume Soseki's caution was within his expectations. Many psychic products are attached with the ability of the producer, so they have the ability to position themselves to a certain extent.

For someone like Natsume Soseki, not moving these products was a very wise choice.

But even if Natsume Soseki failed to bring the letter created by the system's power to the Special Ability Division, the purpose of the Kaionji tour had still been achieved.

He used something like suggestion on the envelope, which could produce the effect he wanted when facing a psychic with lower psychic ability than himself. Now Natsume Soseki will definitely not forget this matter and will attach great importance to it.

The content of the letter was completely blank, but his original intention was to let Natsume Soseki see the pattern on the cover, so the content of the letter was not important. Anyway, the old man could not open it as long as he didn't want to.

The pattern on the envelope was exactly the emblem of the religion he had invented. The eye-shaped pattern was the most important part of the emblem. It was difficult for Haiyin Temple to explain why he had chosen this shape.

Perhaps it was because the red eye-like ball of light in his dream left him with an overly clear and unforgettable impression, so when he was designing it, he almost subconsciously incorporated this image into the design.

After seeing off Natsume Soseki, Kaionji Suyou continued to concentrate on his game for the British Peninsula. Whether he could gain enough faith points in this game was an important part of his next series of plans. He could not let his guard down at this time no matter what.

Roald Dahl took out his pocket watch and took a look. Perhaps because the speed of time in the candy factory was different, he did not waste too much time.

The blond American businessman was still lying unconscious on the ground; the excessive amount of butterfly scale powder had apparently effectively prevented him from waking up.

"Carry him out and pour syrup up his nose." The man ordered his subordinates, the dwarves wearing clothes made of marshmallow leaves.

"Oh, by the way, call those people at the door in. Our guests must be waiting anxiously."

The Oompa-Loompa leaders responded to these words silently, and Roald Dahl did not bother to confirm them. In a sense, these dwarf subordinates were like an extension of his consciousness.

Nakajima Atsushi and his group waited outside the door for a while, but did not hear any other sounds.

The white-haired boy couldn't help but feel a little worried. Even though the division outside the workshop was somewhat suffocating, don't get me wrong, he was not worried about Fitzgerald, but Mr. Dale.

In other words, no one present was worried about the Americans. Everyone just stood around the door in silence, and a silent hostility spread among everyone.

Nakajima Atsushi felt as if he was being targeted, and he believed that Dazai Osamu felt the same way, and that those vague stares and hostility seemed to be directed more at Dazai Osamu.

Perhaps it was the attention from Roald Dahl before, or the fact that Roald Dahl had traveled on the same boat with their group in the previous segment that made other groups of visitors have some bad suspicions, and the hostility towards them seemed to be becoming more and more obvious.

The little ugly guy in white who was standing there alone was not particularly targeted. Perhaps it was because the others had tacitly accepted that their group had been eliminated, so he was much more at ease than Nakajima Atsushi.

Of course Nakajima Atsushi was very suspicious. Even if what happened to Fitzgerald just now had not happened, Xiao Chou would not care about other people's eyes. From the moment he came in, this mysterious Xiao Chou acted as he pleased to the fullest.

As Nakajima Atsushi was quietly moving himself further away from his partner, trying to pretend not to know Dazai Osamu, who was already excitedly studying how to hang himself on their pink boat, the closed door of the workshop suddenly opened.

The first moment was the same as before, and the door even opened at a wider angle.

More and thicker pink and purple smoke came out of the door than before, but fortunately, everyone else present at least wore masks, so they didn't end up as miserable as Fitzgerald.

A fully armed man walked out of the door. Although he was tightly wrapped in a protective suit, his short stature made him recognizable at a glance as the Oompa-Loompa mentioned by Roald Dahl.

"Please follow me."

A shrill voice came from under the mask, like the sound of fingernails rubbing against a blackboard.

Such a sound made Nakajima Atsushi blink his eyes uncomfortably. He didn't know why, but whenever he saw or heard the Oompa-Loompa people, he always felt uncomfortable. This bothered him a little, but seeing that no one else showed such feelings, he had to keep his thoughts to himself.

But he was still a little worried. When he followed Dazai Osamu into the hall, Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but quietly ask, "Mr. Dazai, do you feel..."

Before he could finish, the young man in a light-colored windbreaker put his hands in his pockets and said in a relaxed and natural manner: "Dun is right, those dwarves are ghosts and gods."

'? ? ? ? ? ' Nakajima Atsushi's heart was filled with a bunch of question marks. If it wasn't for the current situation, he would almost grab Dazai Osamu's neck and ask him what the young man was talking about.

What does "Dun was right, those dwarfs are ghosts and gods?" mean? Nakajima screamed madly in his heart.

For the 101st time, he sincerely admired Kunikida-senpai for not strangling Dazai Osamu to death during their encounter, and was heartbroken over his foreseeable career as a complainer.

But obviously he couldn't grab Dazai Osamu by the collar and ask him what was going on. Their whispers just now had already attracted the attention of the old man who looked like a British man. Nakajima Atsushi didn't want to attract too much attention for the time being.

After calming down for the 101st time, Nakajima Atsushi decided to selectively forget what Dazai Osamu had just said so as not to be distracted during the rest of the tour.

They followed the Oompa-Loompas into the workshop. At first they could not see Roald Dahl and Fitzgerald. All they could see was the color of lavender everywhere, as if someone had lavishly thrown large swathes of purple satin all over the floor of the workshop.

But as they got closer, a large area of ​​lavender suddenly rose into the sky. Only then did Nakajima Atsushi realize that the purple satin was made up of countless large butterflies. The flying scales even affected visibility.

Some of the Oompa-Loompas were using a vacuum cleaner-like device to collect the powder, which was then sent down a conveyor belt in large, transparent boxes that filled up.

After the butterflies flew away, Nakajima Atsushi discovered Roald Dahl standing in the gummi candy bush and Fitzgerald lying on the ground.

Two short candy factory employees were taking care of the blond man, and a golden, viscous liquid was injected into the man's nasal cavity through a catheter.

The liquid had a peculiar fermented smell, like whiskey warmed by a fire, but the fragrant and sweet aftertaste told Nakajima that it was more like some sweet substance.

It looks sweet and delicious, could it be some kind of nectar? Although I don't know why I have to pour it into my nose, Nakajima Atsushi thought.

"It is indeed sweet. I can assure you, kid, that this taste will be unforgettable for you."

The man in the purple tuxedo stood behind him at some point. Although he couldn't see the man's expression clearly under the mask, Nakajima Atsushi could feel a hint of pride and joy in his words.

"But," the man leaned down in the direction of Nakajima Atsushi, and the white-haired boy once again clearly realized that the mysterious candy merchant was also very tall, "It's not quite accurate to say that it's nectar. These are actually the secretions of butterfly larvae. Look, they are very cute children."

Like a magician, the man pulled out an ugly caterpillar from under his clothes and put it right under Nakajima Atsushi's nose. The big white cat was so scared that he almost performed a trick that violated the principles of physics by stepping on his left foot with his right foot and jumping into the sky.

"yes…

... is very cute..." Nakajima Atsushi agreed with a pale face, visibly embarrassed, but he couldn't say what he was thinking directly anyway.

"I'm glad you like him, and I'm sure Judy will like you too." His answer obviously made Roald Dahl very happy.

Nakajima Atsushi dragged the caterpillar stuffed into his hand with a sullen face, and felt that even the lavender butterflies flying in the sky became a little scary.

He didn't ask who Roald Daljudy was, but apparently the man seemed to have given each caterpillar a name.

While he was thinking about how to put the caterpillar back on the leaf without changing his expression, the young man in the light-colored windbreaker took the insect from his hand silently like a ghost.

Before Nakajima Atsushi could get the bug back from Dazai Osamu, Fitzgerald finally woke up after this ridiculous treatment, and he coughed loudly.

The blond man seemed to want to shout something to Roald Dahl, but Roald Dahl, who was waiting beside him with a mask, quickly put it on.

The crisp sound of "pop" made even Gin look sideways, and it was hard to deny that there was some kind of personal grudge involved.

At least in Nakahara Chuuya's vision, the cadres of the port mafia could clearly confirm that the American had lost consciousness again. This action also made the petite mafia raise his eyebrows. Some warlike factors boiled in his blood for a moment, but were quickly suppressed.

Seeing that everyone's attention, including Mr. Roald Dahl, was temporarily attracted by the American, Nakajima Atsushi felt relieved for some reason, and the next second he began to try to get the caterpillar back from Dazai Osamu.

However, the senior members of the Armed Detective Agency threw up their hands and shamelessly declared that there was no such thing as a caterpillar.

Nakajima Atsushi naturally didn't believe it. In his mind, Dazai Osamu's credibility had temporarily dropped to negative in a short period of time because of his unreliable "glorious image".

"Mr. Dazai, please tell me quickly. This is what Mr. Dahl just gave me. What if he remembers it and wants it again?"

The white-haired boy whispered to his senior who was wearing a light-colored windbreaker.

However, this did not achieve the effect he expected, but instead earned him a sneer from Dazai Osamu.

"Did you forget what I just said, or did you forget my special ability?"

Although Dazai Osamu had a smile on his face and his tone was even gentle, Nakajima Atsushi's animal-like intuition still made him subconsciously tense up, and his cat fur was about to explode.

Nakajima Atsushi's brain was working at full capacity at this time, just like a small electric donkey carrying two burly men, and it finally found a clear path with great effort.

"Mr. Dazai's ability is to eliminate, so..."

In the previous second, Nakajima Atsushi was still able to land on the ground with both feet, but in the next second, the little tiger reacted and almost jumped up on the spot.

Dazai Osamu calmly held his shoulders and praised him with a smile: "Yes, it is a ghost."

As if the shivering tiger wasn’t scary enough, the young man added, “If I’m not mistaken, all the creatures in this candy factory, including the so-called Oompa-Loompa, are ghosts.”

It seemed like he had frightened him too much, but he was only telling the truth, Dazai Osamu thought irresponsibly, and Nakajima Atsushi looked like he wanted to run away.

As expected, after sending Fitzgerald away, the little white clown was politely expelled by several short Oompa-Loompas.

"So, am I out now?" The young man with white hair and white clothes said in an exaggerated surprised tone, as if he was surprised that he was actually expelled.

But everyone else present knew that this was just a disguise, but no one had the leisure to expose him, or rather, everyone was waiting for Roald Dahl's response to his question - whether the partner's loss of mobility also meant the other person's elimination.

Zhongyuan Zhongya looked at Gin, who was neither too far nor too close to him, without any expression, and the ma from the brewery

The fia officers were also observing him, their eyes met in the air, they were both silently sizing up and evaluating each other.

It was not until Roald Dahl began to speak that they tacitly shifted their gaze from their temporary partner to Roald Dahl.

"I'm afraid so. Besides, Mr. Fitzgerald seems to have been hit hard. I think your encouragement and company as his partner will be very useful to him."

As if he didn't notice the awkward atmosphere between this pair who were not even compatible in appearance, the tall and thin man leaned on his cane and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Hahahahahaha.”

Nakajima Atsushi was still mentally preparing to criticize Roald Dahl for what he had just said when he heard Xiao Chou burst into neurotic laughter.

He didn't know what was happening for the moment. Such laughter made him feel dangerous, but the white-haired young man's laughter soon stopped.

"Of course, I will leave with him."

The white-haired young man curled his lips, and a somewhat twisted smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. The young man's tone was brisk and slightly crazy.

Nakajima Atsushi could feel that this was not what he originally wanted to say, but it seemed that something happened beyond the young man's expectations that made Xiao Chou change his mind.

"He can't use his supernatural powers anymore."

A familiar voice suddenly came from Nakajima Atsushi's ears. The boy was a little surprised. It was Dazai Osamu's voice. The young man in a light-colored windbreaker had his hands in his pockets. He looked nonchalant, but he was actually talking to him without moving his lips.

"?" Nakajima Atsushi instinctively realized from Dazai Osamu's actions that this was not something that could be discussed publicly, so he just expressed his confusion as slightly as possible with his eyes and facial expressions.

Dazai Osamu seemed somewhat satisfied with his performance, and explained with rare interest: "It seems that this Mr. Dahl did not tell us something. The loser will lose the right to use his supernatural powers here."

"The group of Miss Maori and the little boy just now were ordinary people. It was not obvious when they were eliminated, but after Fitzgerald was eliminated, he became an ordinary person with no power. It is not his style to be easily masked."

"As for that ugly guy, I'm afraid he just tried to teleport to somewhere else, but it's obvious that his special ability can't be used."

After hearing what Dazai Osamu said, Nakajima Atsushi showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

However, Dazai Osamu had some speculations that he did not explain to Nakajima Atsushi, that is, at the same time as failure, those psychic abilities that were granted to them because they were in the candy factory and were beyond their own abilities would also be deprived.

It's like using the Candy Tree Robot instead of other employees to lead Mouri Ran and Edogawa Conan away. If his guess is correct, then Mouri Ran and Edogawa Conan probably lost the ability to see the Oompa-Loompa people the moment they were confirmed to be out.

The candy merchant named Roald Dahl undoubtedly possessed very advanced skills in the use of psychic powers and the imitation of supernatural powers, but this made Dazai Osamu even more interested.

From the moment he entered, he discovered that the ghostly aura on Nakahara Chuuya was showing signs of being suppressed. He suddenly became very curious about what this magical candy factory could achieve.

[I was confused as to why Gogol suddenly changed his mind. Was it because he was restricted from using his special abilities?]

[I don’t know what Mr. Dahl’s ability is, but it feels really awesome.]

[But in this case, can Tuo Zong's plan still be completed?]

[The person above, if you love him, just say his full name (laughs), Dostoyevsky]

Dostoevsky? Dostoyevsky? This title caught Haiyinsi Suyou's attention. He had been very wary of this little clown whose name he only knew from the pop-up screen was Gogol. Now it seemed that there was some kind of power hidden behind this mysterious little clown.

He wanted to continue to obtain some intelligence, but unfortunately the barrage seemed to be more concerned with the more interesting parts and no longer mentioned related matters.

But this has provided enough information for the Haiyin Temple tour.

After knowing the name of the seemingly ugly leader, it would be relatively easy to collect intelligence, not to mention that for Roald Dahl, money was no longer a particularly important issue.

[But I'm curious about the extent of Mr. Dahl's ability. It seems to be limited to the candy factory at present?]

[It’s pretty awesome in the candy factory, isn’t it? It’s invincible in the field.]

[No wonder he was so confident before that no one would die here. This is truly my territory. I have complete control over it.]

[But I feel even more confused about the origin of Wuyouzhixiang, and the official has not revealed more information]

[Yes, I only know that the little king and Mr. Dahl are believers of the Land of Nowhere, and the others are all kept secret. I don’t know if this sect has a true god. I’m quite looking forward to it.]

Looking at the speculations about Wuyou Township in the barrage, Haiyin Temple Suyou revealed a barely perceptible smile.

"Soon," he said to himself.

Looking at the growing faith value in the notebook, he clenched his fist with excitement.

After calming down, Haiyinsi Suyou's face became calm. He calmly touched the red-leather notebook with the tip of his pen, and the system with new functions he developed was forced to reluctantly and slowly display the information he had collected before.

There was no way he could record this information; the surveillance by the Special Ability Unit was as annoying as a fly.

But it is not convenient to store it in the vest and check it in time, so it is safer to store it in the system.

Traveling back to Haiyin Temple, one can feel that as his faith and clairvoyance grow, the attitude of the "him" in the red notebook toward him becomes more and more intriguing, and generally much more respectful than at the beginning.

It was as if these remaining souls from the parallel world were gradually conquered by his power and began to work diligently for a common goal. This made Kaionji Suyou, who had just fallen out with Natsume Soseki, feel some comfort from "himself".

At least for now, they are trustworthy and pursuing the same goals.

Perhaps because another group was eliminated, everyone seemed reluctant to continue touring the workshop.

Nakajima Atsushi's complexion became more miserable than before, but there was no sign of abnormality on Dazai Osamu's face. The young man even considered taking off his mask to feel what it was like to die in the butterfly scale powder, but was quickly dissuaded by the feeling of suffocation.

As for the two mafia duo, they came here for a purpose from the beginning, and sightseeing for fun is obviously not their style.

However, Haiyin Temple was sure that it was not his illusion. The inquiring eyes of the elderly British detective seemed too real, making people feel that the old man regarded exploring the secrets of the candy factory as some challenging mystery.

“Pah, pah, pah!”

The man in the purple tuxedo clapped his hands vigorously a few times, and as he did so, the butterflies seemed to have the intelligence to understand his instructions and made way for him like Moses parting the sea.

"Let us go to the next place, my dear guests."

The man was like a nimble purple butterfly, shuttling between the remaining six people, and while promoting candies that could change skin color and were made with butterfly scale powder, he walked to the front of the team, his movements so swiftly that it seemed like a magic trick.

Only the old detective, Nakajima Atsushi and Dazai Osamu accepted the candy. Nakajima Atsushi was reluctant to accept it at first, after all, he did not have a good impression of these butterflies that looked like ghosts and gods. However, facing the overly enthusiastic Roald Dahl, he readily stuffed the candy into his pocket.

"Follow me, follow me! Don't fall behind!"

The man who rushed to the door first quickly changed his equipment and led the way by hopping in front of him with an overly high brown hat on his head.

Nakajima Atsushi stuffed his shirt into his clothes in a hurry, and did not forget to pull the leisurely Dazai Osamu to jog after him.

Being targeted just now made him want to fight for some reason. Being looked down upon is not a good experience.

Since he was lucky enough to be here, it also means that he may become the final winner.

Although he dreamed of becoming rich overnight, Nakajima Atsushi knew that the hope was slim.

But it never hurts to try hard, the little tiger thought excitedly, maybe if he tries hard enough, he can turn the bicycle into a motorcycle.

They walked towards the end of the tunnel and soon came to a larger space.

The decoration is a bit like the elevator room of a large office building, but the number of elevator doors here is much greater than that of any other office building.

Moreover, the decoration style of the elevator doors was also different. Not only were the colors varied, but even the materials were quite unique. Nakajima Atsushi was sure that he had even seen an elevator door made of bronze with a carved door ring.

Their destination was obviously not that place. The man holding his top hat with one hand jumped in front of them, waving his cane, and led them to a completely transparent glass door.

Although the transparent elevator is also interesting, it doesn't seem that special compared to other elevators at first glance.

Nakajima Atsushi was a little disappointed, but this feeling was soon replaced by the excitement of looking forward to what new workshop Roald Dahl would take them to.

“Bang—”

When facing this elevator, Roald Dahl showed visible interest. Before anyone could react, the man quickly pressed a button. A thunderous sound rang almost the moment he pressed the button.

Nakajima Atsushi was startled by the sound, and then he was startled by the elevator that suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was sure that a few seconds ago, there was nothing behind the glass elevator door and only the dark elevator shaft could be seen, but after the man pressed the button, the elevator seemed to appear in the blink of an eye.

Nakajima Atsushi had a vague sense of foreboding, and this premonition reached its peak when he saw things hanging from the top of the glass elevator that looked like handrails on a bus.

It was an enormous elevator that seemed to be able to accommodate at least thirty or forty people. Countless straps were tied to handles and hung from the ceiling. Nakajima Atsushi even saw fixed safety belts for preschoolers. It was a very thoughtful and user-friendly design.

The densely packed buttons are like colorful candied haws, strung together, one string after another, dazzling the eyes.

These buttons are distributed on almost every side of the elevator, and there are even a few buttons where they are supposed to stand, which makes people worry about accidental touches.

There seemed to be tiny characters on the buttons. With his good eyesight, Nakajima Atsushi saw that the yellow button closest to the elevator door had "Milk Bee Hive" written on it, while the one next to it was flashing in several colors, but there was no label.

But these are not what Nakajima Atsushi is most concerned about right now.

He opened his mouth to say something, but before his vocal cords could function, Roald Dahl lifted him up by the arm and hung him on a suspended armrest.

Then the elevator door closed, leaving him no chance to regret.

The white-haired boy subconsciously grabbed the handrail in his hand, and it was this action that saved him.

"Everyone, please stand still and hold on! The big glass elevator is about to start."

The man in the purple tuxedo spoke briskly at the moment the elevator started, making it hard to tell whether it was a friendly reminder or the devil's whisper with evil intent.