Before anyone could think about what he said, the man in a lilac tuxedo jumped out of the open elevator door without hesitation.

Almost immediately following behind was Dazai Osamu, a young man in a light-colored jacket who also left the elevator without warning, with an expression that made people feel strange and fearful.

Seeing Roald Dahl's iconic brown top hat and Dazai Osamu's light-colored windbreaker gradually moving farther and farther away from him, even turning into two small dots and being swallowed up by the darkness, Nakajima Atsushi immediately tightened the candy in his pocket in a panic.

The edges of the butterfly candy hurt his palm, and the stinging pain from his palm calmed Nakajima Atsushi's heart a little.

He looked around carefully. Now he, two British people and a silver-haired man whose identity was unknown but had a very dangerous aura were the only ones left in the elevator.

The effects of the aging potion were still very noticeable. It was obviously unrealistic to ask two people who were a hundred times older than him to help. Moreover, the man named Gin did not seem like he would take risks for the little friendship he had with Nakahara Chuuya.

As for asking for help from the old detective whom even Nakajima Atsushi had seen once or twice on the news, it was even more unrealistic. After all, he was a genuine old man no matter what, and he was also a competitor, so there was no reason to ask him to look for anyone.

After thinking it over, he felt that he should step forward, even though he didn't want to go and see what was happening in the Mafia. But Dazai Osamu and Mr. Dahl were both outside, so he couldn't help but worry.

Although his clairvoyance was not enough to allow him to see what was happening outside, and hearing the screams from the thing inside Nakahara Chuuya's body was already the limit of his five senses, his instinctive fear told him that there was something in the void outside that could make his soul tremble.

A distant sound came from far away, and Nakajima Atsushi immediately pricked up his ears.

It was still impossible to determine the source of the sound. This was a frequency and tone that no creature in the world could produce. The feeling of nausea and vomiting came to his mind again, but was suppressed by Nakajima Atsushi.

A vague phantom appeared in front of him, as if he was looking at something through a thick gauze. He could only see the vague outlines of the shadows, but could not get a full picture of the thing.

What is scary is not knowing anything, nor is it knowing everything, but knowing only a little, and being terrified when you get a glimpse of his appearance.

Nakajima Atsushi never knew he could sweat so much. The cold air coming in from outside the elevator made him shiver, but as the elevator door closed, the temperature seemed to rise a little.

Oh, right, the elevator door! Nakajima Atsushi quickly realized that if he couldn't make a decision, he would only have one choice after the elevator door closed.

Without time to think too much, Nakajima Atsushi finally chose to follow his own heart. He was not good at weighing the pros and cons.

He made up his mind and jumped out of the glass elevator before the elevator door closed completely.

There is the sound of wind in my ears.

But if you listen carefully, it seems to be different from the sound of the wind. It is not the kind of meaningless rhythmic friction vibration, but a regular and elastic tone, which reminds Nakajima Atsushi of the church organ and choir. Although he has never seen these, such an image suddenly jumped into his mind.

When getting out of the elevator, Nakajima Atsushi imagined many scenes of himself falling, so he tried hard to adjust his posture in an attempt not to fall too badly, but he soon realized that his actions and thoughts were unnecessary.

He didn't fall for too long. Even the brief fall didn't last more than a second. He was suspended in darkness.

It didn't seem quite appropriate to say that he was suspended, as he was enveloped in complete darkness and there seemed to be no foothold. However, he was still lying face down on a certain plane steadily, as if he was supported by an invisible barrier.

He stood up slowly. It wasn't because he didn't want to stand up quickly, but because the squeeze around him made his movements a little awkward.

It's like traveling through some very loose substance, which doesn't have as much resistance as water but is denser than air.

Nakajima Atsushi suddenly realized

They realized that this black unknown substance was the same thing they saw in the glass elevator that seemed to be able to swallow up all matter.

This was indeed a very subtle and novel experience. Nakajima Atsushi tentatively stepped on the material under his feet. It looked very similar to the things wrapped around him, but stronger, like some kind of soft and elastic rubber, exuding a smell of vanilla pods.

He tried to look back, but did not find the location of the glass elevator. However, the time just now was not long enough for the glass elevator to rise beyond his field of vision. This made him suspect that the black matter around him was causing trouble, and visibility was reduced to the lowest level here.

He took a few tentative steps outward and encountered no obstacles.

Soon he regretted his rash decision to jump down. He had no idea where Dazai Osamu and Roald Dahl had gone. This place was too spacious. After losing the concept of time and space, Nakajima Atsushi didn't know where he was going or how long he had been walking.

The black substance seemed to be sucking away the temperature from his body, and Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but shiver. Besides that, in places he didn't notice, there were some other beautiful things that were swallowed up by the hungry "air" accumulated in the area with negative numbers of people.

Countless negative emotions are magnified here. It is as if the emotions are on a coordinate axis, being pulled by an unknown force and sliding endlessly towards the negative pole.

The bad experiences in the orphanage and the wounds inflicted by a boy who used clothes as weapons appeared before his eyes one by one. Nakajima Atsushi tried not to think about them anymore, but his heart was constantly hurt.

A slight disturbance was transmitted through the black "air". The white-haired boy, who was hugging himself tightly with his arms, raised his head and looked at the waving black substance in front of him in surprise.

Such vibrations can be easily distinguished from the vibrations emitted by his own movements, and they are definitely movements emitted by someone other than him.

Remembering the danger he had felt before, Nakajima Atsushi was a little hesitant, but he still decided to take a chance and see if he could find Dazai Osamu and Roald Dahl by following the vibrating black substance.

He followed the movement carefully, moving lightly so as not to disturb the black energy.

Before he took a few steps, Nakajima Atsushi felt someone grab his wrist.

Before he could make any move to resist, he was suddenly pulled out of the black package.

“…Mr. Dazai!”

Nakajima Atsushi was originally preparing to fight back, but when he was ready, he realized that it was Dazai Osamu who pulled him out.

The place where they were at this moment was not filled with the thick black substance as before. It was not entirely true to say that there was nothing there at all. Under their feet was a deep pit visible to the naked eye, and what supported them standing was also the thick black substance as before.

However, this pit seems to have been caused by erosion by some force, as if a spherical object had once expanded here.

"It's Atsushi. He actually jumped down with me."

The man in the light-colored windbreaker spoke in a normal tone, and during the time he jumped, Dazai Osamu seemed to have completely put away the emotions that had frightened the little tiger before.

The familiar tone of voice calmed Nakajima Atsushi a little, but after all, he had jumped down without permission, and thinking that it might cause trouble for Mr. Dahl, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

"Well, uh, I couldn't help but follow him down here, and Mr. Dazai was also down there," Nakajima Atsushi said hesitantly.

But soon his curiosity made him forget about it: "Mr. Dazai, what is going on?"

"What happened here?" Looking at the edge of the black substance disappearing, Nakajima Atsushi asked hesitantly.

“…”

The young man in the light-colored windbreaker looked at Nakajima Atsushi with a half-smile. After making the boy uncomfortable, he looked at the energy aggregate that was constantly transforming not far away and said in a light tone:

"If you didn't see it, then nothing happened."

"Eh?" Nakajima Atsushi was surprised by Dazai Osamu's strange expression.

The boy was confused by the explanation. What did he mean by "if he didn't see it, it didn't happen"? He was very puzzled, but it was clear that Dazai Osamu would not give him any explanation.

Fortunately, Nakajima Atsushi was not a person who particularly liked to pry into things. Seeing that Dazai Osamu started to be a riddle teller again, he just curled his lips as if it was nothing special and looked around.

"Did Mr. Dazai see Mr. Dale?"

After not finding the figure in the lavender velvet tuxedo for a long time, Nakajima Atsushi asked in some surprise.

"Well, maybe it will appear in a while." Dazai Osamu answered ambiguously, and the curve of his mouth became more obvious, but Nakajima Atsushi did not feel much positive emotion from such a smile.

"Atsushi, look over there." Dazai Osamu smiled and pointed in a certain direction.

Nakajima Atsushi looked over, but before he could turn around completely, he felt a blow on the back of his neck, and his vision went black, and he fell forward.

Dazai Osamu was very skilled in throwing Nakajima Atsushi into the black mist again so that he could not see anything, and naturally he was also able to prevent the contamination of clairvoyants by ghosts and gods. When he finished all this, a man named Roald Dahl also found this place.

"As expected, you also see the current situation clearly, Mr. Dahl." Dazai Osamu said in a firm tone.

The former port mafia official who always liked to use roundabout words to express his intentions took a rare direct approach this time.

Roald Dahl did not react to these provocative words. The man simply waved his cane happily, without any awareness that they were facing a very dangerous ghost.

"You have an excellent clairvoyance ability. It was a good decision to have you as my guest. And Mr. Nakahara, I have to say that the former port mafia is really full of hidden talents."

The man spoke in an admiring tone, but Dazai Osamu was not happy about the compliment. The man in front of him seemed to know more information than him.

"Mr. Dahl seems to know a lot of things." Dazai Osamu's smile deepened, but his tone became colder.

"We've only learned a little bit about him. If we don't find a more suitable candidate, we might invite Mr. Dazai to join our business."

Roald Dahl's tone was a little regretful, and Dazai Osamu keenly grasped the key words. He naturally became infinitely curious about the so-called "right person" and the "career" of the organization behind Roald Dahl.

But the most urgent task is to restore the dwarf to normal first. In the short interval of the conversation, Dazai Osamu has thought of many possibilities.

"There's no point in talking any more. Although I really want to sit down with Mr. Dazai and have a chat over a cup of hot chocolate, it's better to deal with this child first."

The man took off his brown top hat and shrugged helplessly at Dazai Osamu, as if he was a little sorry for suddenly interrupting the conversation.

"Although I haven't exercised for a long time, I think my fitness hasn't deteriorated too much."