Dazai Osamu felt that he should be angry. Although in a sense, it was ridiculous for him to be angry because of Nakahara Chuuya's current state, he still felt that he should be angry.
Things beyond his control might be interesting to him most of the time, but the derailment regarding Chuuya Nakahara made him feel like something that belonged to him was taken away.
But it doesn't seem particularly clear that he is angry now. Unlike most anger, which is manifested by emotional excitement and loss of rationality, Dazai Osamu is now terrifyingly calm.
When asking that question, countless guesses flashed through the mind of the young man in the light-colored windbreaker, but none of them seemed to correspond to the situation before him, and the facts just now seemed to indicate that this was not a situation that he could eliminate with his special abilities.
Is it a ghost or something else? Dazai Osamu thought calmly. His clairvoyance ability is extremely special. His special vision angle allows him to see more things than other people. Naturally, he will not and cannot ignore the inhumanity of Chuuya Nakahara when he uses his supernatural power.
He stared solemnly in the direction of Nakahara Chuuya. The black and red power was flowing on the petite young man's body, like boiling magma that could erupt at any time.
Nakajima Atsushi took two steps back, his back pressed against the inside of the glass elevator again. Although he couldn't see the changes in Nakahara Chuuya's body, his instinct made him back away. Compared to this terrifying thing, even if he encountered the sticky thing again, he would rather keep himself pressed tightly against the glass.
However, Dazai Osamu was different. When facing this situation, the young man still did not show too many strange emotions, as if he was not afraid of such power at all. Obviously, for a person with special inspiration like him, the current situation was definitely not suitable to face directly.
I don't know when it started, but the air in the glass elevator suddenly became tense and heavy, as if some force was compressing the air, making the originally instinctive breathing action become a burden.
Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but open his mouth. At this moment, he had to use more strength to force the oxygen he depended on for survival into his lungs.
At first, Dun thought it was just an illusion caused by his excessive nervousness, but he soon discovered that it was man-made.
A faint red light kept emanating from the petite port mafia cadre's body, as if the controller was unable to completely control these excessive powers within the host's body.
I can't breathe anymore. Nakajima Atsushi thought vaguely, his face had already turned a little purple, as if he was being forcibly pressed into some overly thick compressed air.
[Wait, what's going on with Atsushi?]
[It looks like he can’t breathe. Is it because Chuuya’s ability has gone berserk?]
[Chuuya's ability went berserk? No way, this is terrible]
[This is weird. It doesn’t feel like a supernatural power going wild. Didn’t Dazai Osamu touch Chuuya just now, but it didn’t have any effect.]
[Hiss, and this looks a bit like a ghost?]
[Yes, this feeling is similar to the feeling of the ghosts that Brother Hai encountered in the Red Temple before, this inhuman feeling]
[I don’t think a candy factory will be destroyed by a rampage. Damn it.]
[Mr. Dale will take care of it, right? He made it impossible for Cicada and Rich Man to use their special powers before.]
[But it’s only possible after you’ve confirmed that you’re out. And Chuuya’s current state may not be due to his supernatural powers.]
Most of the viewers in the live broadcast room were concerned about Nakahara Chuuya's safety and whether he would cause losses to the candy factory in a while, but there were still bullet screens that said "I just want to create chaos in the world".
[I wonder if there will be another battle scene later. Although it’s not appropriate, I’m looking forward to it.]
[I am different. Fight! Fight quickly]
Haiyinsi Suyou, who was playing Roald Dahl, withdrew his attention from the bullet screen and began to continue thinking about the sudden events in front of him.
However, for him, the safety of the candy factory was one of the only two issues that the comments were concerned about. He was not particularly worried.
The power of the demon that was about to run away was destroyed, and he was able to rebuild a new company.
As long as there was no problem with Roald Dahl's vest, the Dahl Candy Factory would not suffer heavy losses.
What interested him most at this moment was Nakahara Chuuya. Ghosts of this strength were still rare, and the examples that could be displayed in this form were almost impossible to find, not to mention that ordinary people without clairvoyance could also see them in this way.
Even the big guy in Sojiji Temple can only present himself in the appearance of a red temple. Compared with Nakahara Chuuya, whose appearance is almost indistinguishable from that of a human, it is completely unimpressive.
Moreover, ghosts and gods of this strength also made him feel a little inexplicable.
Perhaps it was because his clairvoyance had grown and he had seen too many ghosts and gods, so he had become accustomed to it. In addition, he had gained power with the help of the system, so he had not been so excited for a long time.
Haiyinsi Suyou couldn't help biting his knuckles. The slight pain eased the restlessness in his heart a little. He knew that his mental state at this moment was a little abnormal, but the pleasure brought by hormones made people addicted.
Moreover, it is rare for people with clairvoyance to have a good ending. Most of them end up turning into disordered madness or even becoming a breeding ground for ghosts and gods. Having strange tempers and advocating violence are commonplace and you will find them everywhere if you ask around.
What's more, he only yearns for danger a little bit, and in comparison, he is actually one of those people with extremely healthy mental health.
After reason replaced the illusory happiness brought by body hormones, Roald Dahl took action.
He really had to react. Nakahara Chuuya's special ability was still a bit tricky. No matter how outstanding the special ability users present were, they were ultimately human and could not escape the limitations of their bodies. If nothing was done, they would probably be in a situation that could not be described as good in any way.
The man in the lilac velvet tuxedo seemed to be completely unaffected by the gradually thickening air as he strolled towards Nakahara Chuuya. Due to his jumping steps, the impact of his heels on the glass floor sounded particularly crisp in the elevator.
A rare man named Roald Dahl calmly pressed a button, and the door of the glass elevator opened.
The cold air suddenly came in from outside, and although it lowered the temperature in the elevator, it was better than suffocating anyway.
Nakajima Atsushi coughed heavily several times and finally found his breathing rhythm. His heart was beating fast. Even though his clairvoyance prevented him from seeing Nakahara Chuuya's true condition at this moment, his instinctive fear made him realize that the current port mafia cadres were undoubtedly very dangerous.
"Mr. Dazai..." He called out cautiously in a low voice, carefully looking at the other people present while speaking.
The two men who were touched by the aging agent still looked like old men, and the real old man Conan Doyle still stood there looking very strong. On the contrary, he, the youngest person present, reacted a little too much, and Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but blush.
The white-haired boy took two deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Perhaps he was infected by the calm attitude of the others and gained some confidence. He didn't seem to be so scared anymore.
However, what happened next did not seem to give Nakajima Atsushi any chance to adjust his mood.
The port mafia, who exuded a terrifying aura, attacked the young man in the maroon lilac tuxedo with a speed that was almost difficult to capture with the naked eye, as if this man was the only enemy that Chuuya Nakahara regarded as his most powerful enemy at this moment.
The elderly British detective and Dazai noticed this at the same time, but Conan Doyle did not smile like a mask like Dazai did. Instead, he touched his chin thoughtfully, and no one knew what he was thinking about writing.
Roald Dahl did not dodge or evade Nakahara Chuuya's sudden wish, but simply raised his cane.
The gravity user's special ability also caused great harm in the confined space. Even the inner wall of the glass elevator, whose specific composition was unknown, had faint cracks.
Nakajima Atsushi watched with fear and horror.
The cracks spread like a spider web, and there was no way to retreat. I could only stick to the wall like a gecko.
In the eyes of Dazai Osamu and Kaionji Suyou, wherever the cadres of the runaway port mafia took steps, there was red energy attached to it. Kaionji Suyou felt it more. The red energy seemed to be constantly eroding the glass floor built on the basis of Roald Dahl's power.
But this is not surprising, as devouring power is the instinct of ghosts and gods. However, openly devouring the power of others on their territory is tantamount to a blatant provocation.
Nakahara Chuuya had already arrived in front of Roald Dahl. The wind caused by his fast movement speed whistled in the man's ears, but the attacker's caramel-colored eyes were filled with the same excitement as before.
The man raised the cane, which seemed to be a signal of attack. Apparently, Nakahara Chuuya, who was fighting completely on instinct at this time, also thought so. The young man increased his speed, and the heavy punch containing his supernatural power was about to hit the man.
But the tragedy did not happen. Roald Dahl jumped to the side nimbly, and Nakahara Chuuya, who was moving too fast, was obviously unable to stop his body in time.
Behind Roald Dahl was the wide-open elevator door, and with his sanity almost gone, Gravity rushed into the dark void outside the elevator.
"It seems that some unexpected situation has occurred." The man who had just dodged the attack from the gravity user with unimaginable agility turned around and said to the remaining visitors in front of him with a smile on his face.
"But don't worry, Mr. Shinhara. I will definitely treat everyone well and ensure that everyone returns safely."
"I may have to leave you for a while to deal with Mr. Nakahara's minor problem. The elevator will take everyone to a safe place. Here are some precautions..."
Roald Dahl's words had not yet been fully spoken when a strange sound came from the unknown darkness and interrupted him.
The darkness in the negative human zone is different from the feeling on the ground. In addition to blurring the limits of vision, it also changes some of the cognition of spatial distance and time.
It was at this time that Nakajima Atsushi discovered with horror that he had no idea how much time had passed since they arrived at this place, and he was even less able to tell the direction and distance of the sound coming from outside the glass elevator. It seemed that his hearing and vision, which he was so proud of, had failed at this moment.
It was even more difficult for him to describe such a sound. Although his intellect told him that it was most likely made by Nakahara Chuuya who had just fallen out of the elevator, his emotions or human nature prevented him from believing this.
Because that is not a sound that humans can make, it is the friction of an unknown organ. It is not even transmitted through the air or any other means, but it resonates with everyone's soul like a robber.
It was as if someone had installed a buzzer or vibrator in his brain, Nakajima Atsushi thought painfully.
Conan Doyle had a strange expression on his face. It was hard to describe whether it was intoxication or pain. He was like an ascetic who was enjoying suffering and willing to atone for his sins. He even leaned his ear against the wall of the elevator, and his face showed a frenzy that he was trying hard to suppress.
This was probably the most inappropriate thing he had done since entering the candy factory, but this gentleman, who had always been polite, seemed to not care about it at this moment.
"God, my God... finally..." The old detective muttered to himself, and only he could hear it. A tear rolled down the corner of his eye.
Roald Dahl, who was standing at the elevator door, turned around when he heard the voice, with an expression that showed "as expected".
The man glanced at the darkness in the distance and turned back again: "It looks like this is an emergency that must be dealt with as soon as possible."
A huge burning ball suddenly expanded, seemingly right in front of me and yet extremely far away.
Dazai Osamu's expression changed for a moment, but he quickly covered it up.