Gin's mouth corners tightened unconsciously, which was usually a sign that he was in a bad mood. If Vodka was here, he would probably be extremely nervous.

Daniel Defoe did not have any special reaction, but the sailor's posture of holding the syringe was a bit strange from any angle, as if he was holding half of a harpoon. However, this little problem obviously would not be noticed by Roald Dahl.

"Come on, what are you waiting for, gentlemen."

The man's urging came from behind.

The man with long silver hair snorted briefly, causing the sailor walking beside him to glance at him.

Although it was only a brief moment, Daniel Defoe was still able to keenly detect the murderous intention leaked by the killer from the Black Organization.

[Gin: You are teaching me how to do things (annoying)]

[I am dying of laughter. This guy is so accurate in picking people.]

[Serious suspicion that Gin would have stolen the potion if Roald Dahl hadn't been watching]

[The British group isn't much better, isn't that why Conan Doyle came here?]

[Not entirely, but it’s definitely more than that]

[Starting to wonder if they would do what Roald Dahl said]

[Me too, if I get stained with it, oh my god, the picture of my grandfather’s gin is too beautiful to even look at]

[I want to see the old version of Gin and Sailor Brother. An old handsome guy is still a handsome guy. If you love him, you have to persecute him (bushi)]

[Hahahahahahahahahahaha, I really want to see this (moving dog head)]

However, it is obvious that Gin will not hide the potion secretly as expected in the bullet screen.

After all, for a killer who is always very good at weighing the pros and cons, losing the entire forest for a leaf is not worth it.

In a sense, Gin was in a good mood. His previous annoyance was ultimately caused by being directed by someone other than the leader. But now that he discovered that Roald Dahl's candy factory was actually just as the intelligence said, possessing something that could change a person's age at will, he suddenly felt happy.

Such pleasure was naturally reflected. Daniel Defoe looked at the man standing beside him again, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. In most cases, he acted entirely on his intuition.

Therefore, he was able to quickly notice that the silver-haired man's mood seemed to have improved a lot, but he was not someone who was good at analysis and logical reasoning like Conan Doyle, so he had some doubts about Gin's seemingly unreasonable mood improvement.

Seeing that the silver-haired man had already walked to the elevator door, the sailor threw away those chaotic thoughts and walked over steadily.

The "two generals" who were entrusted with the important task were ready and acted as door gods at the elevator door. The man in a lilac velvet tuxedo also began his own actions.

Nakajima Atsushi watched Roald Dahl's movements without blinking. Those dazzling movements made it difficult for him to keep up with such a speed, even with the help of his supernatural powers.

Buttons were pressed by the man, and some small gas devices were turned on, allowing the elevator to change its position in small and precise steps. Before long, they had arrived very smoothly at the old Oompa-Loompa who had become minus four hundred years old due to incorrect medication.

Just like the first time they saw it, the pale negative figures were floating in the air motionlessly. Such a target was not a difficult task at all for the two men holding the syringes.

It was not known whether it was intentional or not, but a little bit of the liquid from the syringe in the silver-haired man's hand splashed out, aiming directly at the sailor's back.

Conan Doyle certainly noticed Gin's little action, but the old detective just tapped his knees with his cane. A repetitive sound of metal contact was audible during this action, and the detective never said anything.

On the contrary, it was Nakajima Atsushi who immediately spoke up to warn after noticing this somewhat dangerous incident.

"careful!"

In the course of the tour just now, Nakajima Atsushi had unknowingly become familiar with Roald Dahl's

The words were very convincing. Even though he was a little skeptical in his heart about this kind of thing that could be said to be playing with age, if these words came from Roald Dahl's mouth, Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but believe it.

He had obviously taken Roald Dahl's threatening words to heart and was immediately very wary of the splashing liquid.

The sailor seemed to have heard what he said and responded immediately, but an accident still occurred.

However, what made Nakajima Atsushi feel very strange was that he intuitively thought that the sailor had completely dodged it by his ability, but the man slipped to the side as if on purpose, and because his hands were swinging unconsciously when he fell, the man's hand accidentally touched Gin's wrist, who was not able to dodge in the space of the elevator.

A dark brown mark immediately appeared on the mafia's wrist.

Gin's eyes were almost red with anger, and almost instinctively, he calmly and cruelly pulled out his gun.

Even though his body was slowly aging due to the drug, due to the small amount, his strength was draining much slower than that of the sailor on the other side.

But when he pulled out the gun, he realized that there was something wrong with the feel of the gun.

Due to the influence of body temperature, the surface of the gun seemed to melt, and a sticky substance stuck to his hands. At the same time, a very familiar smell from the first tour of the workshop penetrated into his nostrils.

Gin's finger was already on the trigger, but what shot out from the muzzle of this lifelike replica of the chocolate gun were only countless fruit crumbs and jelly candies, which fell to the ground with a crackling sound, like a rainbow rain, covering about half of the floor before stopping.

Nakajima Atsushi didn't know whether he should be nervous or laugh. The scene before him would be very funny even in a comedy by a drama master, but he could clearly feel the tension between the two of them. The excessive entanglement made his whole face wrinkled like a bitter gourd.

"No violence! No violence! This is a children's channel!" The man named Roald Dahl rushed over, but he was saying something that Nakajima Atsushi couldn't understand.

But this was more or less a success in preventing a possible war between the two old men (?). Nakajima Atsushi thought uncertainly, he always felt that when Mr. Roald Dahl jumped between the two like a lively goat, there was always a resentful look cast on the man.

As partners, they should help each other and stand on the same front.

Putting aside the fact that Conan Doyle stood idly by and watched with other plans, at least according to the agreement between the Port Mafia and the Black Organization, Nakahara Chuuya needs to assist Gin as much as possible in achieving the goal of the distillery.

However, Chuuya Nakahara, who should have been on high alert during the confrontation between Gin and Daniel Defoe, was absent at this time. The killer from the Black Organization did not think that Chuuya Nakahara would be absent at such a time with his ability, so the only possibility was that he did it on purpose.

Gin just wanted to implicitly use the cooperative relationship to hold Nakahara Chuuya accountable, and at the same time, criticize this partner whom he had never completely trusted from the beginning to the end.

But when he turned around, he saw the petite mafia staring at the place where the negative people were before, as if he was in a trance.

It was a subconscious thing for Gin to follow Nakahara Chuuya's gaze, but all he saw was darkness.

He has personally experienced the effect of the aging potion, and Gin's expression became even colder as he thought of this.

The aging potion also worked faithfully on the Oompa-Loompa who had been transformed into a negative number. The pale negative number had completely disappeared. No one knew where he was now. However, the amount was enough to turn the Oompa-Loompa into a wrinkled little old man.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, or if the borderless darkness itself easily deceived the human senses, but in the darkness where he couldn't see any end with his naked eyes, there seemed to be something fluctuating.

The negative zone itself is like a huge underground black hole, continuously absorbing species called negative people.

So is there something else here? Something a little different.

The usual thoughts suddenly appeared in Gin's mind. These were not the usual fantasies he had. In such a special environment, the unknown magnetic field disturbed his mind, causing this cautious killer to not doubt his own thoughts at that moment.

However, the confusion from the endless dark abyss only disturbed Gin for a few seconds. His instinct reacted faster than his reason, and he quickly turned his eyes away. It was at this time that he realized that the chocolate model that had been replaced had almost completely melted in his hand, and the sticky touch caused him to physically nauseate.

It didn't feel like sweet and soft chocolate syrup, but rather like some cold slime from an unknown creature clinging to his cold hands.

Roald Dahl's magic potion aged his appearance, but his mind continued to function calmly.

Something is wrong, there must be something wrong, this is the killer's instinct, at least that's what Gin is thinking so clearly at this moment.

The silver-haired assassin tried to draw the attention of the port mafia officer wearing a top hat, but someone else had already done it before him.

The young man in the light-colored windbreaker put his hands on Nakahara Chuuya's shoulders in an unusually familiar manner, and tapped the petite figure's shoulders with force in a way that was definitely filled with personal grudges. If the person being tapped was not Nakahara Chuuya, he would have been knocked down by the young man's force.

However, gravity still did not move her body, and she did not respond or retaliate against Dazai Osamu's words and actions as quickly as before.

Those eyes that had always been like gems now seemed like numb, dusty jewels, placed on a dusty display stand, waiting for someone to wipe them.

The corners of Dazai Osamu's mouth dropped. Nakajima Atsushi, who was standing not far away and was hesitant about whether to follow Dazai Osamu, observed this scene and bit his lips unconsciously.

"Chuuya, what did you see?"