The emotion in Dazai Osamu's voice was something that Nakajima Atsushi had almost never heard before. Perhaps there was concern, but Nakajima Atsushi was not sure about this. However, the only thing he could guarantee with his intuition was that there was a strange kind of excitement in that seemingly gloating tone.

The skin of the young man in the light-colored windbreaker appeared sickly pale under the light in the glass elevator, and in this case, the congestion in his cheeks became particularly conspicuous and weird.

Nakajima Atsushi opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing. He unconsciously put his hand in his pocket and tightly grasped the butterfly candy that Roald Dahl had given him before, although he didn't understand what the use of doing so was.

But the human sense of comfort told him that this meaningless action of holding something tightly could help him not panic.

The white-haired boy was a little scared. Even though he himself didn't understand where the fear came from, hormones or something else had already transmitted the shiver through his body to every part of his body.

The source of all this remained silent, just staring somewhere in the darkness with a confused and empty expression. His gaze had no focus, or perhaps such focus had long been swallowed up by something else, something that Nakajima Atsushi did not know and could not understand.

Nakajima Atsushi was timid. He couldn't help but take a few steps back. He didn't dare to look at Nakahara Chuuya's expression at that moment, nor did he look at the black void outside the elevator.

Perhaps it was because he had been staring for too long at something that he was destined not to stare at since birth, the boy felt dizzy. He opened his mouth wide but forgot how to breathe. He could only let the air in his lungs squeeze out bit by bit, filling the spaces between his alveoli with bitter fear.

He kept backing away, covering his mouth tightly. If it weren't for his last bit of rationality, he would have screamed instead of just letting out trembling sounds through his teeth like he was doing now.

With his back against the wall of the glass elevator, Nakajima Atsushi finally regained his breath when the temperature from the glass that was warmed by the heating system came through. He was like a drowning fish, and it was at this moment that the most ordinary air seemed extremely precious.

"Chuya."

Another call came from Dazai Osamu's mouth.

This time the voice was much softer than the last time, as if the caller himself was afraid of disturbing something.

Nakajima Atsushi was observing that place. Even though the fear that the observation brought almost overwhelmed him, out of concern for Dazai Osamu himself or out of curiosity, he still watched everything that happened there silently.

The effect of the aging potion on Gin and Daniel Defoe was still continuing. For people whose respiratory systems were beginning to age, even breathing should have been strenuous, but at this moment, no one made a sound. A strange silence was unanimously maintained by everyone present.

As if everyone was upholding an agreement that could be followed naturally without words, Nakajima Atsushi covered his mouth even tighter, subconsciously ignoring the feeling of his nails digging into his cheeks.

Dazai Osamu's second call did not seem to have the desired effect.

The young man in the light-colored windbreaker took a half step back, but did not remove his hand from the shoulder of the petite port mafia official.

It seemed that he retreated only to observe Nakahara Chuuya's condition more carefully, as if he was confirming something through observation.

But Nakajima Atsushi was not sure what Dazai Osamu was looking at. In his view, the young man seemed to be looking at something through Nakahara Chuuya.

Perhaps only those who travel back to Kaionji Temple can understand what Dazai Osamu was looking at.

In Nakahara Chuuya's body, an energy that cannot be seen or felt by non-psychic people is fluctuating wildly, like an ocean during a storm, rolling up huge waves, dragging everything, including the container's own sanity, into the dark seabed.

[Oh my god, what happened to Zhongya? Did his san value drop?]

[Don't let anything happen to little angel Chuuya]

[Did Dazai discover something?]

[Can anyone who has seen Dazai's perspective please relay this?

? The cowardly person really doesn't dare to cut off his and Hai Ge's perspective]

[Frontline war correspondent reports, Dazai has a surprise in his perspective]

[The above person, please don't get out of this immediately. Please explain clearly.]

[Don’t worry, the perspective just switched to Dazai, and I was shocked. There was something, emmm, I can’t explain it, but it was pretty weird moving around on Chuuya’s body.]

[That must be Chuuya’s ability. Chuuya was able to see this before when he used his ability.]

[Yeah, anyway, I don’t know if it’s a supernatural power or something, but it’s shaking more than the egg liquid I made when playing single-player games]

[Oh my god, if Chuuya Nakahara goes berserk here, Mr. Dahl’s candy factory will be ruined]

[No, I like this place, but I feel like the elevator will be the first to break down. I don’t know what will happen if I fall into this negative-number zone.]

[But it’s still strange, how could this happen out of nowhere?]

[Is there any ghost that can drop san in the negative number area?]

[But Dazai Osamu is fine. Although Dazai can't see weak demons, the one who can make Nakahara Chuuya like this must be a strong demon. He can definitely see it.]

The discussion on this scene in the barrage was very heated. When seeing the condition of Nakahara Chuuya, Kaiinji Suyu was a little confused at first, but soon he smiled suddenly.

He had previously overlooked one thing. The entire Roald Dahl factory was essentially the embodiment of the supernatural power of this vest. As a vest produced by the system, like a little king, Roald Dahl also possessed the ability to devour similar powers, such as ghosts and gods.

Although Chuuya Nakahara's abilities appear similar to supernatural powers, they are actually closer to demons and gods in nature. Therefore, they were most obviously suppressed when he entered Roald Dahl's candy factory.

The negative man zone is the deepest part of Roald Dahl's ability and the place closest to the devouring instinct. The reason why Nakahara Chuuya is in this situation is that the power from the ghosts and gods attached to him is being digested by Roald Dahl's candy factory.

It was also at this time that Haiyin Temple Suyou discovered that Nakahara Chuuya seemed unable to fully control his own power. He was more like a container filled with liquid explosives.

Out of instinct and fear of extinction, the unknown power in Chuuya Nakahara spontaneously rebelled and could go berserk at any time. Seeing this, Dazai Osamu tried to use his special ability.

But obviously, although this has suppressed Chuuya Nakahara's rampage a little, as long as he is still here, he will inevitably be affected.

It's like a rat swallowed by a python, persistently looking for a chance to escape.

"What would it be like if I went berserk..." Haiyinsi Suyu muttered to himself in the dark bedroom. For some reason he suddenly had this thought, as if he had had this intention from the very beginning.

This shouldn't be the case. If such a powerful force, but also such a temptation, were to explode here...

"It will be beautiful... beautiful red..."

As if muttering to himself obsessively, reason and thinking seemed to be thrown aside by the sudden rise of some kind of high-purity desire, and only emotions were still staggering to maintain normal physiological needs.

"I'm so hungry..."

As if frightened, Nakajima Atsushi suddenly lifted his back and arms away from the glass wall, and stared at the wall behind him with confusion and horror, as if he was facing something unbelievable.

Just now, he suddenly felt the glass walls in the elevator slowly getting hot. He thought it was an illusion at first, but soon the glass became so hot that it stung his skin.

In addition, he felt a burning pain in his arm, and a slippery, translucent liquid seemed to be brought down from the smooth glass.

What is this? Nakajima Atsushi was terrified. The glass wall that had provided him with warmth and security now seemed like a hungry and dangerous beast. The liquid made the glass damp and emitted a very distinct sour smell.

The sour smell was very faint, and it seemed that only Nakajima Atsushi, whose sense of smell was enhanced by his supernatural power, could smell it. He carefully extended his hand towards the glass, wanting to take another look at what it was.

But at the moment his fingertips touched the glass, the glass returned to its original shape, and the perfect warmth passed from his fingertips to his heart, causing him to shiver subconsciously.

Was it just an illusion? Nakajima Atsushi began to doubt himself, but he didn't dare to get closer.

Haiyinsi Suyou pinched his neck and gasped heavily, thankful that he did not close the window completely before. The inhalation of fresh cold air made him a little more awake and also relieved his hunger very well.

He raised his head and looked out the window. The place where the moon should have been seemed to have become empty.

Perhaps it was blocked by the clouds, Haiyin Temple Suyou thought, but when he stood up to close the window, he vaguely saw two red eyes hanging high above the sky. In the next blink of an eye, they disappeared like frost under the sunlight.

At this time in the glass elevator, Dazai Osamu's expression could not be described as good, but it also could not be said to be the feeling when facing an enemy. It was a strange and contradictory expression. The young man seemed to be expecting the mafia to go berserk, but also seemed to hope that Nakahara Chuuya would wake up in time.

Perhaps some point in Dazai Osamu's complicated mood was blessed by God, or perhaps his previous call finally took effect after a delay.

The port mafia officer wearing a top hat finally responded.

Like a cat in a state of stress, Nakahara Chuuya suddenly swung Dazai Osamu's arm away.

Nakahara Chuuya, who is almost considered the best martial artist in the port mafia, is incredibly strong. Dazai Osamu was directly thrown by him onto the wall of the glass elevator.

Dazai Osamu should not be unable to dodge such an attack, but rather than saying that he was unable to dodge, it was more like Dazai Osamu had not expected Nakahara Chuuya to do such a thing. The corners of his mouth were almost pursed into a line, and the last trace of the arc that represented pleasure disappeared.

"Mr. Dazai! Are you okay?" Nakajima Atsushi immediately forgot about his fear and rushed forward tremblingly, wanting to support Dazai Osamu. The muffled sound just now was painful to hear.

But Dazai Osamu jumped up from the ground and stared at the mafia opposite him with a serious look.

His expression was so calm that it was almost difficult for Nakajima Atsushi to associate it with Dazai Osamu's usual frivolous look, as if he was facing something extremely important.

"What are you?"

Dazai Osamu's voice was neither sad nor happy, as if he was stating a cold fact that existed extremely objectively, or as if he was questioning some truth.

The young man whose name he called slowly turned around. From the outside, he seemed to have regained his composure and was no different from before.

But Nakajima Atsushi, who was standing behind Dazai Osamu, had to cover his mouth again to prevent himself from screaming.

In those eyes that should have been filled with vivid and bright emotions, there was a chaos that would make even the most ruthless killer and the most experienced psychic hold their breath.