Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 There is no one.

　　 "At least not the worst."

　　 Jenkins comforted himself.

　　 He continued to follow the purple line to the second floor of the store, then hesitated for a few seconds before pushing open the door of the old man's bedroom.

　　 The quilt was neatly stacked on the bed, because the windows were not closed tightly, and one side of the sheets was soaked.

　　 Jenkins fixed the candle in his hand on the desk, watching the instructions he followed, and went straight into the wooden floor.

　　 He knelt down, shivered severely, and then fumbled on the floor. Because of the purple lines, he quickly lifted up a loose floor. Inside was a rusty iron box, scattered bullets and pistols, a pile of letters and the string used by the old man in black. A key held together by a wire.

　　 "Goddess, please forgive me!"

　　 Jenkins skillfully drew the sacred emblem of [Inherited Sage] on his chest, and then took the top piece of paper indicated by the purple line with his normal left hand.

　　 The luxurious color that represents destiny disappeared immediately. Jenkins was stunned for a moment, and found that he could not activate it again, so he unfolded the letter paper in his hand:

　　 Papa Oliver:

　　 The fat woman who went to your store to sell the badge early in the morning has been identified. The specific information and the report Billy gave me are attached to the letter. The poor student Blake Wilt of the art school you asked me to investigate last week was nothing unusual, but I still haven't discovered how he got the ring.

　　 Another: The source of the ring has been ascertained. Its owner is the guard of Baron Morton, who disappeared three weeks ago. It was finally witnessed at the Flame Bar at 11 o'clock in the evening.

　　 Another one: the payment has been received.

Your loyalty,

　　 Fat Jack

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 Jenkins originally thought that there would be some kind of wonderful ritual recorded here to help him reverse this strange situation; or, the letter paper is actually a powerful weapon, enough to destroy the demigod.

　　 But, it's really just a letter.

　　 Judging from the content of the letter, due to the current shortage of manpower in the church, Dad used his contacts to investigate customers who sell extraordinary items in antique shops. The fat woman mentioned here should be the charter woman who sold her tenant’s relics, but she already knew about this. What's the point of this?

　　 "No, fat women may not be the key."

　　 Jenkins looked at the "poor student" of the art school mentioned in the letter.

　　 "I saw him twice, the first time he came to sell things nervously, and the second time Mr. Bro helped me find an artist."

　　 Jenkins murmured to himself, frowning and breathing heavily.

　　 "The original owner of the ring disappeared on the night three weeks ago, which means that Wilt was an accidental ring."

　　 "No, if it's that simple, the ability doesn't need to lead me here, so suppose that the death of the guard hides a great secret."

　　 "No, at night, three weeks ago, there will be no secrets. All I can think of is the octopus. Let's say that the octopus killed the guard."

"But that doesn't make sense. The octopus is real only to the people you see, so the people killed by it will not leave corpses and relics. Otherwise, it is not a serial disappearance that makes the city full of storms. It's a serial murder."

　　 "So, when the guard is killed by the octopus, Blake Wilt must be there."

　　 Jenkins is talking to himself faster and faster.

"This is not right. If I remember correctly, Mr. Brow introduced that he believes in the righteous **** [No Light Moon], so shouldn't you go directly to the police station or the church to report this kind of thing? A relic of the deceased, concealing the octopus?"

　　 "This is also not right, since he has seen an octopus, how could he not be crazy? At least he shouldn't behave so normally."

　　 The only conclusion came, and the man had a crazy expression on his face.

　　 "That octopus, under the control of Blake Wilt?"

　　 He panted and put the letter back in place, took out the pistol in the secret compartment and pinned it to his waist, then walked out of the room with the candle.

　　 "If this is true, why should I be guided to know this? Have I ever beaten someone who can control that kind of creature?"

　　 He roared like a madman, standing on the stairs, the floor on the first floor only had the muddy footprints left by Jenkins.

　　 shook his head like a drenched wild dog, trying to dry the rain or sweat left on his cheeks. Immersed the candle in his own spirit again, locked the store door, turned and ran to the police station located three blocks away.

　　 But while running, he stopped in the rain again, turned and looked at the door of the apartment facing the street just passing by, with the words 431B written on it.

　　 "431B, Queen's Road, in the compartment on the left side of the loft, if you send a letter, you must mark Mrs. John's receipt. This is the mailing address that he told me when he met Blake Wilt that day."

Section 45, Chapter 44, Murder and Violation Jenkins

　　He put his hand into his coat, and the pistol, which was not wet by the rain, was there.

　　 "So Black chose to sell things to his father, just because of the close distance? So sloppy, confident in his own strength?"

　　 Jenkins turned his head to look at the carriage with lanterns gathered together at the corner of the street, and then looked back at the house number "431B".

　　 "You will be killed by yourself!"

　　 He murmured, walked up the steps with a pistol, and knocked on the door.

　　 "God, who is it so late? If it is a robber, you have to know that the patrolmen pass by every ten minutes!"

　　 The voice of the grumpy middle-aged woman rang from the door, and it was mixed with incomprehensible dialects and dirty characters.

　　 "Hello, I am a classmate of Blake Wilt, who came to visit him."

　　 "[The Spirit of All Things] is here, it's eleven o'clock now, sir, what are you going to do?"

　　 She did not open the door.

　　 "I'm really his classmate, just want to come to shelter from the rain! This **** weather, I just came out of the bar on the corner of the street and became like this, madam, please believe me."

　　 Jenkins said while biting the pistol in his mouth, and took out a ten-gold note from his pocket with his free left hand.

"Do not."

　　 He said to himself, then put it back, and instead stuffed a pound note into the crack of the door.

　　 "Please, do it well, this is all my money. I swear I won't cause any trouble."

　　 was silent for a moment, only the sound of rustling rain still rang. Subsequently, the door was opened with a small slit. First, the muzzle of the black shotgun was exposed, and then a withered woman's face.

　　 She looked at Jenkins trembling nervously, probably persuaded by his too immature face, nodded and let Jenkins in.

　　 "He lives in the left compartment of the attic, right?"

　　 Jenkins did not wait for the woman to speak, then walked up the stairs to himself, holding a pistol with his left hand in his arms.

　　 The woman stood on the carpet at the door with her thin lips, "Be quiet, don't wake up other residents."

　　 Jenkins didn't care what the people behind him said. He spiraled up the stairs and stopped on the fourth floor, which is the attic.

　　 My heart was beating violently, but I couldn't look back anymore.

　　 "May [inheritance of sages] bless you, your brilliance illuminates the way people move forward."

　　 He breathed heavily and knocked gently on the door leading to the attic.

　　 "Who? Oh, my goodness, stop raining!"

　　 Soon, there was a noise in the attic, the reality was the sound of dressing, and then whispered, and soon a familiar face appeared.

　　 As soon as the door opened, a sudden loud thunder rang through the sky. Jenkins didn't even think about it and pulled the trigger decisively. The surprised young man covered his chest with surprise, and was pushed back into the house roughly by Jenkins. He covered Black's mouth and fired several shots against the young student's body in the continuous thunder.

　　嘭! Bang! Bang!

　　 Until Black's body no longer twitched and Jenkins' pistol ran out of bullets/bullet, he released his corpse.

　　 "Just die like this?"

　　 This scene is a bit ridiculous. Jenkins took the murder weapon and looked at the corpse at his feet, kicked it, revealing the young man's stubborn face and a few blood stains on his chest.

　　 "Clam?"

　　 The fire outside the window illuminates the murder scene. Just now, it was not thunder but an explosion. From the location, the explosion site was the [Knowledge and Books] church.

　　 The entire city was awakened by the explosion, and Jenkins could hear the commotion from the awakened people downstairs.

　　 He first stuffed the brass/magazine in his pocket into the magazine, and the soaked sleeves were glued to his arm.

　　 Open the [Eye of Reality] and scan around, move the corpse to one side, and then squat down and look at the paintings in the corner.

　　 Just like the works that Blake Wilt once showed to Jenkins, all the paintings have a strong weird and weird style.

　　 He didn't care about the paintings, but pulled out a blank sheet of paper from the back of the painting on the innermost side.

　　 is different from oil painting in that there is only a simple pencil sketch on paper. It can be seen that the artist's skill is indeed superb, and a few strokes outline a giant octopus that resembles the coming of an evil god.

　　 "Crook."

　　 Jenkins laughed for some reason, "That octopus is not the main body, this picture is!"

　　 He got up, dragged his heavy body to the small window of the attic, swept a few withered plants on the window sill to the ground, and then lay his whole body there.

The cold breath of 　　's right hand suddenly trembled the moment Jenkins touched the piece of paper, and the effect made him almost immobile.

　　 "I see, the guidelines originally meant this."

Through the rain curtain, I watched the greatest crystallization of wisdom in the steam age—the floating steam airship, which appeared in the sky at some unknown time. I watched the dark shadows descend from the airship and then touch the icy blue figures on the ground. With the church as the center of the flame spreading in the rain, Jenkins finally understood what he should do.

　　 He moved his body and fell to the ground, crawling **** the dirty floor. With good luck, he found a pencil and an eraser in the pile of oil paintings.

　　 "Wipe off and wipe off."

　　 He said nervously, and wiped off the eraser with a stroke of the paper, holding the pencil in his left hand.

　　 A chaotic whisper came into his ears, the paper in his hand was like a demon engulfing his soul, and the whispers were tempting Jenkins to draw his hope with his soul.

　　 "I don't know how to paint!"

(Dividing line)

　　 "Benxi, long time no see!"

　　 The man holding the flame sword shouted loudly, and then [Ice Waiter] Brute punched his stomach with a punch, and half of his body was frozen.

　　 "Now is not the time to say hello!"

　　 Bincy took a deep breath and threw the metal block from the broken church door at the enemy. It continued to increase in size like a water-absorbing sponge in the rain. But Brute, who was entangled in support from the sky, just exhaled, and the giant metal was frozen into powder.

　　 "In the rain is his home court!"

　　 The Requiem man in black shouted loudly, his feet were a colleague who had already lost his life. The man holding the phantom of the trident by his side pulled him a hand to avoid the scattered icy debris.

　　 "Just hold on, the airship is carrying the holy thing, we need time to prepare."

The man holding the flame sword said loudly. When Brute heard this, his stiff face suddenly looked upwards, then opened his hands and pushed outwards. The entangled figures were immediately repelled by the sudden appearance of the ice wall. .

　　 "I'll take the things, goodbye everyone!"

　　 He said to everyone mockingly, and then quickly ran towards the alley on the side of the street.

Chapter 46, Chapter 45, Mr., do you want to buy flowers?

　　 But there seemed to be something hidden in the shadows, a cold light flashed, and Brute, who was holding his left arm, frowned and looked forward.

　　 In the fire, a young man with black eyes, black hair and yellow skin was suspended in mid-air. His peaceful expression seemed to have detached from the whole world. The ice-blue and flame-red rapiers without hilts were turning around him.

　　 "Who is your Excellency?"

　　 Brute asked loudly, a slight flash of light on one side of his body transformed into pure light, but the young man did not speak, and waved his hand, thousands of white sword qi fell from the sky.

　　 Jenkins passed out after finishing some abstract paintings. He came to the streets of Nolan City like a dream, and followed his instinct to fly to the center of the fire.

　　 He can see all this but he can't control it. It seems that the instinct in the subconscious controls the body's actions.

　　 The face of a familiar stranger appeared in front of him, and when he raised his hand, a sword gas penetrated his right arm, and then he uttered Chinese that he hadn’t used for a long time:

　　 "Thousand Ways Remnant Shadow Sword."

　　 is like watching a movie with magnificent special effects. The flying sword fairy will fight the abilities of ice with nowhere to hide.

Even if [Ice Servant] freezes the whole street into ice, even if he manipulates raindrops to condense into ten thousand arrows of ice to fight back, even if he transforms parts of his body into elemental forms in an attempt to avoid attacks, he is shot by the sword fairy. Resolve.

　　 But [Crook] is always dangerous. Gradually, Jenkins can feel that the sword fairy from the first point of view is out of control. His attack was no longer limited to one enemy, and the weird whisper appeared in Jenkins' ears again.

　　 "Spare you!"

　　 Watching Brute, who lost his left arm covered in blood, disappear into the entrance of the sewer, Jenkins gritted his teeth to find the feeling of waking up. He knew that if he didn't quit, he might become mentally abnormal even if he could wake up.