It was difficult for Nakajima Atsushi to describe his feelings at this moment, or perhaps his brain simply did not have the spare time to think about such things.

For a teenager who had hardly used many types of transportation, this kind of mobility experience was really too much.

He unconsciously thought of the roller coaster he had seen on TV but never had the chance to ride, and then thought of the screams of the people on it. He had to admit that he was probably thinking the same thing now. If it weren't for his self-control as a person with special abilities, he would have screamed out too.

At this moment, the glass elevator is like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins. Through the transparent walls, one can clearly see that it is moving in many unreasonable ways.

It's like being in a washing machine, or being swung around crazily by a naughty child.

Sometimes they rose, and sometimes they dived violently. Every time Nakajima Atsushi thought he was going to fall to the ground with the elevator and turn into tiger pie, the elevator stopped abruptly. If his heart and lung function were not good, he would have died on the spot.

This ups and downs and heart-challenging experience is really more exciting and longer than a roller coaster, Nakajima Atsushi thought with a smile on his face.

He held the handle tightly in his hands, not daring to let go, and even dared not open his eyes. The feeling of weightlessness made him feel a little nauseous, as if he had been sitting in a taxi for too long. He felt dizzy.

Dazai Osamu seemed like nothing had happened, holding the handle with one hand and the other hand still in his pocket. He looked quite leisurely, not like he was riding an elevator that was like a roller coaster, but rather like he was sitting on the Shinkansen. His leisurely look made Nakajima Atsushi question his life every time he saw this scene.

The sudden start of the elevator just now would be hard for ordinary people to react to, but for everyone in the elevator, this little thing was not enough to make them lose their composure.

Even the oldest Conan Doyle easily grabbed a handle with a dexterity that was not in line with his age, and stood steadily, not at all like a white-haired old man.

Nakajima Atsushi initially thought that their destination was above, but before they could rise quickly for long, the glass elevator quickly fell to the ground at a terrifying speed.

For a moment, the white-haired boy thought that there was an accident in the elevator. The tragedy caused by the elevator fall that he learned about during the earlier accident safety training kept replaying in his mind, making Nakajima Atsushi almost scream.

"Don't worry, kid, we're on our way to our destination."

A hand reached out from behind, passed over Dazai Osamu's shoulder, and patted Nakajima Atsushi on the head. Roald Dahl's excited voice rang out in the elevator, as if he was happy about the place he was about to arrive at.

After hearing his words, Nakajima Atsushi felt a little relieved. Somehow, perhaps it was due to the man's temperament, Nakajima Atsushi inexplicably trusted Roald Dahl. He carefully opened his eyes a little and looked around.

Once he opened his eyes, it would be hard for him to close them again.

It was a bizarre scene that he could hardly see even in his dreams. Even the most imaginative child might not be able to create such a wonder.

Squirrels dressed in uniforms like humans working on the assembly line were peeling nuts in neat rows; colorfully dressed Oompa-Loompas were sitting on hot air balloons collecting rainbows; rabbits as tall as a man were pounding rice cakes, while others were lined up in a pile, pulling at the huge carrot leaves sticking out of the ground, even their ears were working hard...

Nakajima Atsushi was fascinated by the scene for a moment. Although the others did not show their interest as obviously as him, they also showed some interest in it.

It looks pretty good. Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help thinking when he saw the Oompa-Loompa people wearing tight motorcycle clothes and riding handsome motorcycles to graze marshmallow sheep on the marshmallow grass.

It was a large, open lawn, making one wonder if Roald Dahl had cast some kind of magic on the building. From the outside, one couldn't tell that there was such a large space inside the candy factory.

Seeing the place that seemed to be very suitable for racing, Nakahara was a little itchy. There were few places like this in Yokohama. Although driving through the city was a good choice to show off his skills,

But it is indeed more fun to ride in places like this.

“If there is enough time and you have not been eliminated, I think the Oompa-Loompa people would be happy to share some of their herding experience with you.”

The words of the man in the purple tuxedo suddenly rang out beside him, and Nakahara Chuuya was startled. He was sure that he would not make the stupid mistake of speaking out what was in his heart, and it was a bit scary that Roald Dahl could see what he was thinking.

At this time he also realized that he was distracted. He nodded politely, clicked his tongue lightly and turned his head away.

But he still couldn't help but steal a glance in the direction of the man. Unlike him, who secretly used his supernatural powers to cheat and keep himself balanced, Roald Dahl was almost parallel to the elevator floor due to inertia.

But the man was still able to talk to him calmly, which made people wonder whether he was used to it because he often took this kind of transportation.

Just as Zhongyuan was distracted and thinking about this not-so-serious problem, the glass elevator finally stopped.

Just as its start was irregular, its stop was also sudden.

If he hadn't forgotten to hold the handle tightly, Nakajima Atsushi was 100% sure that his face would have been in close contact with the floor.

"Please be careful, Mr. Doyle."

The British sailor quickly helped Conan Doyle up, and even though it seemed that the old man could stand steadily with his cane without his help, he still couldn't help but show some concern.

Although Conan Doyle and his superior were not on the same side, and even had a bad relationship, and he was not clear about the old detective's purpose, he would still take care of him out of respecting the elderly and loving the young, and he also had the Duke of Monmouth's entrustment.

Thinking of this, Daniel Defoe couldn't help biting his cheeks, sincerely hoping that when they returned, Agatha would be in a good mood.

Although the elevator stopped, strangely, Roald Dahl, who was operating the elevator, did not seem to have any intention of letting them get off, or, from an objective point of view, they did not seem to have reached a place where the elevator door could be opened safely.

After all, it was completely dark all around them, and only the light from the top of the glass elevator allowed them to barely see their surroundings. They seemed to be trapped in a dark elevator shaft.

It was an unsettling environment, and one somewhat wondered whether it was an accident or deliberate act by the candy factory owner.

Nakajima Atsushi noticed that the silver-haired man, who had been very quiet from the beginning, touched his waist in a subtle manner. Under his windbreaker, there was a small protrusion that looked like a gun. The white-haired boy's hair suddenly stood on end.

It can't be another dangerous person, right? There are elderly people here, and it's troublesome enough if someone from the port mafia comes. Nakajima Atsushi complained repeatedly.

However, he seemed to have overlooked that those who could cooperate with the port mafia would definitely not be good citizens of the new era, not to mention that the old man Conan Doyle, whom he was worried about, was not an ordinary person either.

As Chuuya Nakahara's partner, Gin is still regarded with respect even though the aura of the Port Mafia officials is so terrifying and ostentatious.

The murderous aura from Gin obviously made a sharp-minded person like Nakajima Atsushi feel alert. Dazai Osamu was not too surprised by this, but compared to Gin and his old rival Nakahara Chuuya, the young man in the light-colored windbreaker obviously paid more attention to the group of Daniel Defoe and Conan Doyle.

Before coming here, Dazai Osamu used his own channels to learn some information about the lucky ones who participated in this tour. Compared with the Black Organization and the Port Mafia, whose purposes are almost known to people in their world, the purpose of these two people who can be regarded as official representatives of the United Kingdom is not very unusual.

If he remembered correctly, Roald Dahl was also a British supernatural being, but seeing the combination of these two people, Dazai Osamu was almost certain that Roald Dahl was probably not trusted within the British government.

But this is not surprising. If the guys in the Special Ability Division saw a person with such powerful abilities, their reaction would probably be even more intense than that of the Clock Tower Men.

Much more radical.

After all, even facing a psychic without any special abilities is a place where one has to treat them as a formidable enemy, Dazai Osamu thought maliciously.

He had heard about what happened during the trip to Haiyin Temple. He had understood the dirty deeds of the Special Ability Agents Section many years ago, and now he was just reviewing them.

"Where are you taking us next?"

Surprisingly, the first person to ask was Gin.

While using his special abilities, Chuuya Nakahara also helped him in a very plastic way, allowing Gin to go through this journey without losing his character, although the person himself might have felt that it was a waste of time.

"We're already here." When asked in a questioning tone, Roald Dahl was extremely excited, uttering the words elastically in an excited manner.

The man in the dark purple tuxedo turned around and stood facing everyone. Behind him was darkness and the unknown.

He tapped the golden cane lightly on the ground twice, and when he was sure that all eyes were on him, the man cleared his throat while holding up his brown hat which had not fallen off during his crazy movement just now.

"Welcome to the bottom of my candy factory. The journey ahead may be much more dangerous than you think. I don't want anyone to disappear among us."

Perhaps for emphasis, or perhaps as a threat, he emphasized the last word. The warning, spoken in such an overly cheerful tone, made people feel inexplicably chilled.

Nakahara Chuuya didn't have any special feelings. After all, the difficulties and dangers he had experienced in the previous workshops could not cause too much harm to a psychic of his level.

But out of caution, he still looked around. It was eerily quiet all around, and the darkness was like some kind of beast that was good at devouring everything. In this space whose size was impossible to tell, except for the glass elevator they were in, almost everything was swallowed up by the darkness.

He couldn't tell how far they had descended, or how long they had been descending. Perhaps because they were underground, the cold seemed to penetrate through the glass unreasonably.

"Okay, everyone," the man swinging his cane seemed to want to say something, but stopped. His goatee trembled twice, and white mist came out of the man's mouth. He muttered softly, "Oh no, my beard said they are too cold."

Gin was originally doing the same thing as Nakahara Chuuya. He almost instinctively drew his weapon when he saw the sudden approaching aura.

Roald Dahl was like an agile goat. Before anyone could react, he had sneaked in front of the black organization member with long silver hair, quickly crouched down, and pressed some buttons at Gin's feet.

[Hahahahahaha, Gin’s reaction is so funny]

[Gin: Enemy attack?]

[Roald Dahl is really agile, it feels like he moves so fast]

[Hahahahaha, what the hell is that "whoosh"? But it's true that Mr. Dahl has a bad taste.]

[Really, first he challenged Conan's worldview, then he used the Rainbow Goose and the Frog to persecute the Civet and the Rich Man. I was really laughing to death]

[I feel like at least one person will be persecuted in each workshop. I don’t know who it will be this time, but I’m already looking forward to it.]

[Mr. Dahl: Randomly select a lucky audience member to be the new product experimenter (bushi)]

As he moved, the elevator gradually became warmer and filled with a pleasant smell of wheat, as if one were in a bakery.

Nakajima Atsushi touched the glass wall out of curiosity, and felt a warm feeling from his fingertips.

"Nakajima-kun." Nakajima Atsushi was startled by the sudden name being called. His balance became unstable and he took half a step back before he could stand.

However, his movement seemed to accidentally touch some mechanism, and Nakajima Atsushi felt like he stepped on something and the bulge under his foot sank into it.

Then, a teeth-grinding sound came from the ceiling, and everyone's attention was focused on

Here.

"I'm... sorry." Nakajima Atsushi raised his feet awkwardly, trying to make amends, but it seemed that he was not given such a chance.

The voice of the culprit who had suddenly called his name earlier interrupted at this moment.

"Oh, thank you, Nakajima-kun, I was just about to ask you to press that button over there."

Nakajima Atsushi turned his head and saw the man in the maroon lilac tuxedo speaking with a smile, as if he was completely unaware of the sudden tense atmosphere caused by Nakajima Atsushi's actions.

At this time, Tokyo coming from above also stopped.

Some searchlight-like things were hung from above, as if they were used specifically to illuminate the outside so that people in the elevator could see the equipment outside clearly.

"Then, let's officially begin." Roald Dahl performed some movements that were invisible to the naked eye, and as he moved, the door of the glass elevator slowly opened.

The sound of the glass door sliding seemed to cut through everyone's heart in this overly quiet environment. A cold air came from outside that could not be relieved even if all the heating equipment in the elevator was turned on.

A cool touch seemed to slide down everyone's spine, paralyzing the nerve endings.

No one spoke, and even breathing seemed to become long and silent.

Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and the sound of his Adam's apple moving was able to echo in the emptiness.

The man in the tall brown hat took a step forward and jumped in front of everyone, closest to the door.

The man named Roald Dahl took off his hat and made an exaggerated "please" gesture as if dancing.

"Welcome to the Negative Zone. I think some of you are going to like it here."

A smile with some meaning that Nakajima Atsushi could not understand appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, and his caramel-colored eyes were filled with an almost fanatical interest.

Conan Doyle and Gin, who were standing at the back of the crowd, almost simultaneously made tiny, imperceptible movements when they heard these words.