Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "How about writing on paper? Write on paper while you have memory?"

　　 Jenkins asked again.

"No matter what, I can be sure that I must have purchased an unrecordable weapon at some time in the past. This kind of power is very strange. In fact, when I went to church for help, I couldn't get any People keep memories of what I said."

　　 Having said that, the old man looked at Jenkins seriously:

　　 "In other words, you are the first person besides me who can understand and remember this matter."

　　 "Oh~"

　　 Jenkins sighed, actually to hide the fact that he didn't know what to say.

　　 "So what should I do now?"

"The slower way is to wait for Bevana to return. She is a demigod and may be immune to this kind of memory interference. But she won't be able to return to the parish until at least tomorrow night. I am afraid that something will cause trouble during this period. ."

　　 "There is more than one demigod in Nolan City."

　　 Jenkins proposed.

　　 "As a last resort, we generally do not seek help from heretics."

　　 Dad shook his head and refused, and at the same time stretched out his hand to the paper on the table.

"The remaining way is to check the store's inventory. Because of the out-of-control numbered item incident five years ago, the concept of the antique store's inventory itself has extraordinary power. I think there may be some clues in this. "

　　 This matter Jenkins heard from his father once. That time someone sold a batch of old books in an antique shop, but they were mixed with pages from B-10-1-8211 "Books in Books". This is a rather dangerous type B [extraordinary], which can change the concept itself to a certain extent.

　　 Good luck that time, the old man discovered the clues before the power of the paper slipped out of control. But even so, part of the power of the paper still leaked, and the old antique shop had to be closed for two months, waiting for those powers to dissipate.

　　 Since then, [the list of goods in the old antique shop] has never been wrong. Both the old man and the church believe that this is the power of B-10-1-8211 at work. Because this is not a negative effect, the church has not acted on it. In the past few years, Dad only regarded this as a convenience, but it unexpectedly worked tonight.

　　 It is a very troublesome thing to check the complicated list of goods, otherwise the old man will work together with Jenkins who won't be able to greet him. The two of them checked until the early hours of the morning, and the chocolate had already woke up twice, only to find clues in the transaction records of the summer three years ago.

　　 The complete purchase record should include the time, place, payment, and trader. In addition, the old man will paste the corresponding notes on the back of the record. Although the record that was found to be problematic had all the items, Jenkins checked it twice before realizing that those items were exactly the same as the records at the same time a year ago.

　　 If it's not for good memory, it's hard to notice.

　　 "That is to say, the unrecordability of that unknown weapon conflicted with the remaining power of B-10-1-8211, which resulted in the record being kept, but the record was wrong."

　　 Jenkins concluded like this.

　　 "Probably so, let me see the name of the product—"

　　 Dad stretched out his finger and pressed it on the paper, and the small characters written in dark blue ink were under his fingers:

　　 [antique gun (unknown model, unknown production date, unknown origin)]

Chapter 802 Chapter Seven Hundred and Eighty Six

　　 These small characters are Dad’s handwriting, but Dad will definitely not record such vague information in the list of store goods that he reads. Strangely enough, before discovering that other projects were wrong, Jenkins read this line more than once, but never realized what was wrong. It wasn't until the information on the item was checked that it was wrong to understand what the old man wrote.

　　 Of course, he also completely forgot the gun in the noon restaurant.

　　 "A gun, I think it should be a pistol, because our shop has never bought a shotgun or other firearms."

　　 Dad raised his hand and pressed his temple, then frowned:

　　 "Although the goal is determined, we still don't know what it is..."

　　 Daddy's right index finger was tapping regularly on the arm of Jenkins' sofa, and Jenkins was also troubled.

　　 This kind of unknown influence is obviously also affecting him. Although the influence is slight, it does work. Judging from the strength of his soul now, this is almost impossible. In other words, the extraordinary power involved in that gun at least came from the evil creatures and even the gods in the void.

　　 Jenkins has no clue to find that thing, and Dad is unwilling to seek the help of a heretic demigod. He is very stubborn on this issue. After thinking about it for a long time, the old man greeted Jenkins to go out and accompany him.

　　 "Okay sir, but where are we going?"

　　 He hurriedly got up and grabbed the cat who had fallen asleep in his hands. When I walked to the hall with the old man, I took off the coat from the hook and put it on, and opened the door. The cold night and the strange smell in the air rushed over my face.

　　 Cloudy tonight, coupled with the influence of bad air, the whole street is foggy. Letting the old man go ahead, Jenkins turned around and locked his door with the key, feeling that he might not be able to come back until dawn.

　　 The destination of the two is the Mr. Ink club where Jenkins trains firearms. Jenkins only learned after an incident last year that it was a stronghold for followers of the false **** [God of Firearms]. The old man obviously wanted to find some clues there. Although they were also heretics, it was not the same as seeking a heretic demigod.

　　 Mr. Ink’s Club and St. George’s Street are not far away, so Jenkins and Daddy simply walked there. Dad on the road talked about the news he heard in the church today. He thought Jenkins would be interested:

　　 "Remember the woman who ate Mr. Stan? The woman who awakened from the ancient blood."

　　 They turned the corner together, and there was only a dim yellow light on the street in front of them.

"of course I remember."

　　 When I said this, I thought of the unfortunate Miss Rick and Garcia.

"Some time ago, it was discovered that her blood awakening was not completely natural, and the secret guard has now come to the conclusion that there are very small amounts of medicine in her blood. In other words, someone injected her with a potion. , Which led to the tragedy that followed..."

　　 "Potion? Yes, the secret guard mentioned it."

　　 The chocolate wriggled restlessly in his arms, and after being awakened, he lost sleep.

　　 "Yes, that's the thing. The specific components have not been analyzed yet, but the conclusion should not be wrong."

　　 While talking, the two of them left the main road illuminated by street lights and turned into the alley. They walked closer here.

　　 "But this is too terrible, right? The awakening of the alien bloodline can actually be achieved with medicine."

　　 Jenkins thought of what kind of army the guy who can mass produce this kind of thing will have.

　　 "It's not as simple as you think."

　　 Daddy snorted, and at the same time, he seemed to have stepped on something like a nutshell, and made a strange noise:

"That kind of medicine is definitely not universal. According to the specific blood vessel intensity, type, and human body information, the composition of the medicine must be calculated and adjusted in detail. Old Jack mentioned this kind of thing, it is very complicated, and very complicated. expensive."

　　 "How expensive can it be?"

　　 Jenkins asked smoothly.

　　 "The problem is not that it is expensive, it is the rarity of the materials used, and the rare availability of pharmacists. In short, this is a drug that cannot be mass-produced."

　　 It was a little bit closer when I walked to the entrance of Mr. Ink’s club, and of course there was no door open there.

　　 It took a long time before the janitor appeared lazily inside the door, asking loudly whether the person outside was a robber. Dad and Jenkins explained that their membership number in the club gained his trust, and when they met with the club director, it was almost an hour later.

　　 That is an office inside the club. On both sides of the wall, there are many antique guns covered in glass. There is even pure gold, the bright color that reflects the light of the kerosene lamp, Jenkins definitely looks good.

"Meow?"

　　 "It's not for food."

　　 Jenkins warned.

　　Although chocolate may be snooze sometimes, as long as there is enough sleep time during the day, then at night you will be quite willing to walk around. From this point of view, it has the same habits as ordinary cats.

　　 "Sit down, two, oh god, I'm so sleepy. Daddy, would you like some tea? And Mr. William, what do you need? I think we all have to refresh ourselves."

　　 The one who greeted the two of them was a middle-aged man with a half-bald head. He was extremely capable, and even now he was so sleepy that he could barely open his eyes, his Raleigh popularity was surprising.

　　 This should be a believer in the **** of guns, Jenkins judged this from his identity as a Level 3 bestower.

　　Coffee and tea do have a refreshing function, especially the craftsmanship of the people who make these beverages is very good. The three of them all took a sip from their cups, and then let out a sigh of relief.

　　 "So dad, why are you here so late? I promise, the club did not take in any suspicious elements."

　　 Judging from this sentence, the middle-aged people know the identity of the father in the church, but their relationship should be good.

　　 "If you take in suspicious elements, then it is not me who came."

　　 the old man sarcastically, and then briefly said about the gun. He emphasized the interference effect on memory, but it seems that the middle-aged man, like everyone else, can't remember the specific description of the gun.

　　 "Well, listen."

　　 Insufficient sleep makes the old man a bit grumpy, but it may also be because he wasted so much tongue. His voice suddenly became louder, and Jenkins, who was almost asleep on the side, raised his spirit again:

　　 "I want to know, are there any firearms with [unrecordable] characteristics?"

　　 "There are many such things, which one do you mean?"

　　 Sure enough, such an inquiry is effective.

Chapter 803 Chapter Seven Hundred and Eighty Seven

　　 "I don't know where to go at the moment, the style should be a pistol, and it has the strongest [unrecordable] characteristics."

　　 Hearing his father's description, the middle-aged man raised his head suspiciously. He was using a spoon to slowly stir the liquid in the cup, and he stopped doing this now. Push the cup aside, put your hands together on the table.

　　 "Are you in trouble?"

　　 smashed his mouth and asked.

"answer my question."

　　 Dad doesn't want to have extra branches.

"Ok."

　　 The middle-aged man replied slowly, but his tone was somewhat reluctant:

"I have read some information. Your luck is very good. If it is not me but Conio who is on duty here today, I am afraid it will take some time to figure out these things. Probably there is such a black pistol, God. , I don’t know what that thing looks like, people can’t remember it. Number, um, let me think..."

　　 This gentleman immediately showed the same expression as the old man just now, which means that he knows what he forgot, but he doesn't know what he forgot.

　　 "Who knows?"

　　The middle-aged man can only shrug his shoulders in the end.

　　 According to common sense, the middle-aged person in front of him should not be able to remember the information about the gun. But he is a believer in the **** of guns, and the power from the gods and his own abilities allows him to avoid some influence.

　　 But even so, the description of that strange gun is still vague:

　　 "That's not a dead thing, it's...a living thing. I hope you can understand what I mean."

　　 This sentence was said by the middle-aged man himself, but he also had doubts on his face.

　　 "I can't remember the gun's serial number, name, etc., or maybe no one can remember it clearly, but I can still remember its specific origin."

　　 He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, looking like he was having a headache:

"Probably in the 13th period? Or the 14th period? Sorry, I am not sure about that. In short, in the Kallaska steppe in the middle of the mainland, a huge ancient ruin was exposed to the ground due to an earthquake. A group of bold ancient gifters entered the search. Treasure, but only four people escaped in the end. One of them is a believer of the great one I believe in [God of Guns], and the other two are believers of [God of Corpses and Sacrifices] and [Minerals and Cavemen] The God of..."

　　 "Wait, what about the fourth person?"

　　 Jenkins raised the question.

　　 "Sorry, I don't remember."

　　 The middle-aged man shook his head, and Jenkins noticed that his face was a little pale:

"We have no way of knowing what happened underground, but what we can know is that the only thing they took out of the ruins was the unrecorded pistol. The adventurer who I believed in got headaches and nightmares after leaving the ruins. After many years of torture, he suffered for the rest of his life and finally committed suicide at the age of thirty-two. The last words warn us that the gun and the bullets in the gun are living creatures. If possible, do everything possible. Eliminate them, even if the sect is destroyed, it will not hesitate."

　　 The previous words are normal, but the last sentence is far beyond the listeners' expectations. Jenkins and Dad looked at each other, the latter motioned Jenkins to ask questions with his eyes.

　　 "Have you never taken any action for so many years?"

　　 "Of course I have taken it."

The middle-aged man shook his head slowly: "But you see, people always forget this. I think there are no more than 20 people who still remember this, including me. But even me, every few years Only then will I remember that there is such a thing."

　　 "Do you have any guesses about that thing?"

　　 Jenkins asked again.

　　 "Of course there is, after all, it is the eighteenth era, and there will always be some gains."

　　 He didn't conceal this, and said all he knew:

"There is a bold guess. The original relic was actually a part of a large seal that appeared in the material world. And those bold ancient people brought out the terrible creatures that were sealed. I know you may not believe it, but this is extremely It may be... the seal of the gun should not have been removed, so it has not caused a mess so far, but with the passage of time, the power of the thing is becoming stronger."

　　He paused and looked at the old man:

　　 "Father Oliver, I can't confirm that the big trouble you have encountered is it, but if you are really unlucky, please do not deal with it alone. In my opinion, only the power of God is possible..."

　　His voice is getting lower and lower, and his eyelids are closing little by little. Before finishing the last sentence, he lay on the table.

　　 Jenkins immediately got up to check and found that this gentleman was just asleep.

　　 "Should I wake him up?"

　　 Jenkins asked his father for his opinion.