Nakajima Atsushi conducted a deep thinking and came to a conclusion about the truth of the world.

That is, if he died one day, it would definitely be because of heart disease or high blood pressure.

The culprit behind all of this was either Dazai Osamu or the man in front of him who was cheering leisurely while even rising.

I originally thought that he had grown during the time that he was led by Dazai Osamu. After all, even Kunikida Doppo, who had worked with the young man for a while, would be furious at Dazai Osamu's actions.

But he didn't expect that even with such experience, he still failed again and again with Roald Dahl.

The speed of the glass elevator was astonishingly fast, and for a while Nakajima Atsushi was pressed firmly against the glass because of the acceleration.

Regardless of how this elevator can fly in the air like a small airship, Nakajima Atsushi decided to put it aside for now, for fear of hearing an even more world-challenging answer from Roald Dahl.

But just looking at the speed at which it's flying, it doesn't seem safe.

After finally adjusting to the speed, Nakajima Atsushi carefully moved himself to the middle of the elevator and asked tremblingly, "Mr. Dar, isn't this speed a little too fast?"

"This speed should be fine. After all, we hope to take you back before the sun sets." The man who was adjusting the height of the elevator pressed the button while turning back and answered Nakajima Atsushi's question in a matter-of-fact tone.

This normal appearance made Nakajima Atsushi doubt himself, but it was not normal no matter how you looked at it, he complained in his heart, but Dazai Osamu did not stand on the same front with him, instead he began to appreciate the scenery below through the glass with great interest.

Although he was a little worried about whether it was illegal for them to fly so blatantly in the sky, seeing the two adults so relaxed, Nakajima Atsushi seemed to be infected and relaxed.

The ground was so far away from them that the roofs of the tall buildings looked like needle tips or wheat spikes. The crowds of people became tiny dots that could not be captured by the naked eye and disappeared from their sight.

The clouds became so close that the sun even gave them beautiful golden edges, just like marshmallows that were baked to a crispy surface and warm inside. They were both beautiful and delicious.

The sun was like a piece of melted orange-flavored hard candy, emitting beautiful golden light. The sunlight spread in all directions like half-melted syrup, and the air seemed to be filled with a sweet and warm atmosphere.

Perhaps because he had stayed in the Dahl Candy Factory for a long time, Nakajima Atsushi unconsciously compared the things around him to candies that can bring good mood when using metaphors.

Ignoring the previous experiences that were so unexpected that they were difficult to digest for a while, to be fair, this was truly a wonderful experience, Nakajima Atsushi thought.

This was probably the first time he looked at the world from this perspective, and it was hard to describe his current mood.

The world is so small and gorgeous. He can see everything in the glass elevator. Life seems to be much better than he imagined. There is sunshine, delicious sweets, rice soaked in tea and favorite companions. Nakajima Atsushi used to think that he was extremely unlucky, but now he seems to have understood something.

Even before he met the members of the Armed Detective Agency, he still often showed little confidence, but now it seems that he is lucky enough, or it can be said that from the moment he met Dazai Osamu and joined the Armed Detective Agency, he almost completely bid farewell to his previous life and entered a completely new life.

His mood improved unconsciously, and Nakajima Atsushi's body became much more relaxed. Dazai Osamu felt some changes in Nakajima Atsushi's mood, and the smile on his lips became more sincere.

Even Dazai Osamu, who was worried about Roald Dahl's true purpose and Utopia, couldn't help but relax his high-speed thinking a little in such an environment.

The speed of the glass elevator was beyond Nakajima Atsushi's imagination. When the sunlight like orange candy gradually turned into a mellow and bright red like aged red wine, he gradually saw the familiar streets.

It's Yokohama! They've arrived

The sky above my hometown!

An indescribable excitement surged in Nakajima Atsushi's heart. He realized belatedly that although the trip to the Dahl Candy Factory was only a few days, the many complicated experiences had already made him want to return to the Armed Detective Agency and stay in a familiar environment.

"But, how are we going to get down?" Nakajima Atsushi was a little curious about the descent mode of the glass elevator. They had not slowed down, which gave Nakajima Atsushi a bad feeling.

Roald Dahl didn't say anything, he was busy operating the console at hand, but the man's actual actions had already given the answer.

They fell straight to the ground amid Nakajima Atsushi's distorted scream of fear.

Nakajima Atsushi's screams stopped abruptly, and the white-haired boy fumbled around on his body in shock, still extremely surprised that he hadn't been smashed into a pulp.

Dazai was of course much calmer than him. He lazily walked to the door of the glass elevator and strode out first.

He had noticed the sly smile on Roald Dahl's lips before, so he was naturally prepared. Besides, he himself liked to try various novel ways of suicide. Jumping down from the building of the port mafia was much more exciting than this.

Nakajima Atsushi got off the elevator with trembling legs and was immediately surrounded by his companions.

Almost all the members of the Armed Detective Agency who were still staying in the agency showed up, led by Fukuzawa Yukichi, and they all looked at the man in the crimson velvet tuxedo with caution.

Faced with their vigilance, Roald Dahl simply shrugged nonchalantly, looking at them with interest while stroking his goatee.

Wouldn't passersby think they were freaks? Nakajima Atsushi seriously suspected that their miraculous appearance would definitely be on tomorrow's morning news, and they might even be mistaken for aliens.

After all, ghosts, gods, and supernatural powers are still legends used to scare children in the world of ordinary people.

But when Nakajima Atsushi was about to open his mouth to say something, he found that no one was paying attention to this side at all. They seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier, and none of the passers-by who hurried past noticed this side.

"Since this is our first meeting, I should introduce myself," said the candy merchant named Roald Dahl, who took off his chocolate-colored top hat and was the first to break the wonderful atmosphere. The man seemed to be in a good mood as he introduced himself, "I am Roald Dahl."

"I've heard of you." When Roald Dahl extended his hand to him in a very familiar manner, Fukuzawa Yukichi said briefly, which was due to both his character and his cautious instinct.

"My name is Fukuzawa Yukichi, and I'm also the president of the Armed Detective Agency. Thank you for taking care of my members, Nakajima Atsushi and Dazai Osamu, in the past." Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at Roald Dahl obscurely and thanked him politely.

The inability to accurately sense Roald Dahl's aura made him more cautious. This mysterious British businessman was definitely not an ordinary person. It seemed that the rumor that the man possessed extremely powerful supernatural powers was very likely true intelligence.

Fukuzawa Yukichi did not sense any hostility from Roald Dahl. On the contrary, the friendliness that the man showed made the swordsman restrain his scrutiny.

As the president of the Armed Detective Agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi naturally heard the news that Nakajima Atsushi became the ultimate winner and the successor of Roald Dahl.

Now that Roald Dahl's intentions seemed clear, Fukuzawa Yukichi and the man opposite him spoke at almost the same time:

"Let's talk."

Nakajima Atsushi looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi and Roald Dahl who walked into the Armed Detective Agency one after another, with a somewhat uneasy expression. He followed them, but was pulled back by Kunikida Dopo.

The blond young man had always maintained a serious expression, and this time was no exception. He just warned him not to disturb their conversation for the time being.

Everyone in the Armed Detective Agency was protecting him. After hesitating for a moment, Nakajima Atsushi finally gave in to Edogawa Ranpo's pull and accepted the detective's invitation to go buy some soda with Yosano Akiko.

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[Are you really going to use Joestein Jared's abilities to hold a banquet for the little idiot? ]

"That's the plan for now. Is there anything wrong with it?"

In response to the system's doubts, Haiyinsi Suyou asked calmly. He could feel the system's worries. Although his plan was a bit risky, the system's worries did not seem to be limited to this aspect.

[As for the plan itself... Anyway, prophecies are something that cannot be artificially predicted even if you are the controller of the vest itself.]

[In most cases, the prophecy itself is an established reality]

"In most cases? Then the things predicted can still change?"

[Yes, but it is difficult, because world consciousness is not something that is so easy to resist]

"That's true, but first of all, it doesn't necessarily mean anything bad for me, and secondly, we don't have any more time."

Looking up at the drawn curtains from Haiyin Temple, the bright sunshine seemed to have dispelled some of the vague calling, although this benefit would only last for a few hours as the sun was about to set.

[Yes, perhaps being too restrained was the reason for our previous failure. But if it were you, you might really be able to break through such constraints.]

[After all, the fact that you still exist now has broken the prophecy of the book.]

There were still many questions about Shu Haiyin Temple Travel, but perhaps due to the restrictions of an unknown place, the red notebook could not reveal much to him. Shu Haiyin Temple Travel did not ask many questions, but just lowered his eyes silently.

The sun had already set completely, and when the last ray of sunset shadow disappeared on the window curtain, Haiyin Temple Suyou immediately noticed it.

Without the suppression of sunlight, the sounds and phantoms seemed to become more and more solid.

Some indistinguishable melodies can still be clearly captured by the eardrum even if the ears are blocked, but in essence, they are not transmitted through any organ of the human body, but directly touch the soul and begin to resonate compulsively.

Those whispers in the darkness had existed from the beginning, and he realized it immediately the moment he heard such noises while traveling back to Haiyin Temple.

It was not those things that produced the sounds that allowed him to hear, but the unknown sensory organs in his body that were thought to have atrophied or been lost in the evolutionary process were once again activated, capturing the eternal and distant whispers from the complex wavelengths.

When human beings' degenerated functions were deprived of their rationality, they were reborn. They began to see things that were neither organic nor inorganic, and to understand pictures that were unreadable.

And it becomes clearer and clearer step by step, moving towards the inevitable destruction and madness.

Haiyinsi Suyou slammed himself heavily into the soft bed. He clutched his throat tightly, his eyes closed, his chest heaving violently, and he let out a gasp that was extremely painful even though he tried to suppress it.

Sweat soaked his thin pajamas, and his black hair stuck to his forehead in strands. He was shaking violently, as if he was enduring irresistible pain. The pervasive calls almost made him sick, and his brain felt like butter being stirred with an iron spoon.

It took him a long time before he finally stopped shaking. The experience of repeatedly learning to adapt to the environment over the years finally allowed him to maintain his own sanity amidst the waves of calls, even though such sanity seemed like it would collapse at any time.

Lifting his eyelids with difficulty, Haiyinsi Suyou half-closed his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock and fish tank on the bedside. His red pupils had been soaked translucently by his tears, and because of the dim indoor light, they looked like they were soaked in formaldehyde in an empty collection room, wet yet extremely cold.

It was already midnight, and in this long game between madness and reason, Haiyin Temple Suyou's will finally prevailed.

But he calmly knew that such victory was only temporary. As long as this trouble was not completely resolved, he would eventually be swallowed up by those terrible things. A heavy atmosphere silently spread in the room, mixing with the cold night.

However, when he saw the red goldfish still swimming steadily in the fish tank, the inhuman metallic color disappeared from Haiyin Temple's eyes, and was replaced by a layer of warm water, and human warmth and emotions returned.

Almost reverently, he placed his forehead against the glass fish tank that was missing a piece. Unlike metal, the cool feeling made Haiyin Temple almost completely sober.

He lowered his eyes and silently looked at the beautiful goldfish in the water. For no reason, he felt a little envious, but those unrealistic thoughts soon disappeared.

He continued to sit by the fish tank for a while. After the thirteenth bubble spit out by the goldfish burst, the high school student who was sitting on the edge of the bed with his knees hugged finally took action.

His steps towards him may have been a little hesitant, but when he really reached the window, the action of opening the curtain had become certain and steady.

Although the curtains were just opened, Haiyin Temple Suyou still shivered involuntarily. The windows were still closed tightly, but the room temperature seemed to drop by several degrees the moment the curtains were opened.

The sight, the all-pervasive sight, seemed to have found a breakthrough, and broke through the glass barrier recklessly, like mercury leaking, filling the entire room with moonlight.

But this is not something as gentle and harmless as moonlight. Haiyin Temple Suyou knows this clearly. It is an object that he must face and fight against. It is either you live or I die.

"We are running out of time. We have reached the point where we have to succeed or die." Haiyin Temple Suyou raised his head and looked out of the window.

The red notebook in his hand trembled for a moment when the curtain was opened, but quickly returned to calm.

Outside the window, in addition to the bright moon hanging high in the middle of the sky, there are two objects that are making their presence felt, standing out very abruptly in the night.

But it seems that no one has noticed this. The moon is very big and round tonight. Many astronomy enthusiasts are busy taking pictures, and even pedestrians on the road at night stop to watch. But now it seems that only the person who is traveling upstream from Haiyin Temple can see such a scene.

The red "sun" or something else, Haiyin Temple can only use words like sun or eyes to describe them, because it is indeed a red object that is burning and expanding, and it even surrounds the moon. Even the moonlight that was pure and flawless just now seems to be faintly bloody.

Haiyinsi Suyou tried hard to calm his breathing, so as to prevent such an important instinct from being taken away by fear.

The fear and anxiety from his childhood seemed to have become a reality now. The fear lurking in the darkness eroded his body temperature and thoughts bit by bit. All the fear and shock about the unknown appeared in the dark world behind this thin layer of glass, coming in endlessly like snowflakes.

Witnessing the full appearance of the wild god with one's own eyes was just an opportunity to completely destroy the hints set up before and present the bloody reality before one's eyes.

From the beginning of the trip to Haiyin Temple, I realized how dangerous my spiritual world was. The object I saw hanging high in the darkness at this moment was the best proof of this.

So familiar, very familiar, extremely familiar, as familiar as using my own limbs, as familiar as the air I breathe every day.

Those two red balls are so familiar, empty and weird, yet they bring endless comfort and fascination.

The tour along the way to Haiyin Temple made me fall into a trance for a while, and after a moment I found the origin of this mysterious and wonderful sense of fate.

It was a scene he had seen countless times in his dreams, and it was also the fear and trembling he had experienced countless times at close range.

He was found.

He also captured others.

That was himself, but not entirely.

He was found by his own self who was traveling beyond the stars, and he finally saw his other incarnation with his own eyes.

The moment he was found at Haiyin Temple, he also found his goal.

It was a new species born from the faith of countless viewers in the live broadcast room, and also a legend that was gradually perfected in countless fantasies, himself in the "Holy Spirit" mode.

He Ming

Bai Na meant what this meant. The essence of the Trinity was mutual fusion and mutual transformation. Any one ring could be transformed into another, but at the same time, any individual could choose to devour the other two to become the only true God.

That ignorant consciousness was the first to find this world, but the "Holy Spirit" who acted entirely on instinct probably did not understand that the moment he was exposed to this world, the authority of the world's consciousness began to quietly tilt upstream towards Haiyin Temple.

The world is terrified by this overly large alien, yet it also celebrates its greed, and is looking for a warrior to take this otherworldly treasure into its possession.

At this moment, the journey up to Haiyin Temple is both the prey and the hunter.

The red-covered notebook, which had been quiet for a long time, began to tremble again. The red color on the cover became brighter and brighter, just like human muscles peeled off the epidermis. The raised patterns on the surface of the cover were like a trembling pulse.

A number that was originally zero finally changed, fluctuating back and forth between 0.01 and 1, and finally stayed at 0.1.

The distant calls continued, but the night didn't seem so scary anymore. The scare script that I had practiced countless times in my dreams had long lost its effectiveness the first time. It was just a foolish and wrong attack that ended.

It foolishly exposed itself, but it only brought minimal intimidation effect.

Haiyin Temple Suyou quietly wrapped himself in a blanket, his mind clearer than ever before. He nervously and excitedly went over the progress of the plan in his mind, and when he finished all this, the moonlight had gradually disappeared.

The sunlight climbed up the window curtains again, little by little, and the pale and weird colors flashed before my eyes, suggesting the last threat of the "Holy Spirit" before the daytime.

The effect of the hormone gradually faded, and Haiyin Temple Suyou finally felt tired. He blinked twice slowly and fell asleep little by little.

Before he fell completely asleep, he insisted on completing the last preparation.

Almost at the same time, someone received an invitation from a psychic who had become famous in recent days, an invitation to a banquet of little ugliness.