Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 His heart tossed and turned, but his expression did not change much. But even if she was curious about the old father’s apprenticeship, Miss Capet could not provide more information.

　　 Miss Capet suggested that Jenkins ask the other people in the Church of the Sages. The insider can't be the only one with the father.

　　 But Jenkins regretfully told her that everyone in the church who knew the inside story would not be willing to tell Jenkins about the past without his father’s permission.

　　 Even the insiders among the heretics, such as Miss Audrey, are unwilling to tell what they know.

　　 Miss Cape left with regret. The moment she turned around, the strange sense of familiarity was once again noticed by Jenkins. Jenkins vowed that he had definitely seen a similar figure more than once, but no matter how he searched his memory, he could not find any relevant clues.

　　 "The women I know are very limited, so does this familiarity come from the memory corner of the original owner?"

　　 He immediately thought of a very vulgar possibility, maybe Miss Capet came to Nolan when she was a child and had met Jenkins. But this is just a wrong guess. The original owner Jenkins has a good memory. During the time when Miss Capet came to Nolan, he had not met any strange beautiful or not beautiful little girls.

　　 Miss Cape was seriously injured in the mirror world. Although she was intact, her mental injury was very serious. Before she left, she told Jenkins that she would stay in Nolan for about two months, and after healed her injuries, she would return to the Holy See of the Church of All Things and Nature.

　　During this time, she will live in a hotel in the city center. If Jenkins has any new discoveries about Miss Stillwell, you can write to or find her in person.

　　 Miss Cape left in the dark, leaving Mr. Writer and his cat to continue to look at the shop. Jenkins opened the detective novel that was upside down on the counter table, but couldn't read it at all. He was still thinking about his father and past apprentices.

　　 It was past eight o'clock now, and the night fell completely, but there was no one under the street lamp outside. Occasionally I can see shabby workers or middle-aged men going out for fun. Nolan's nightlife is very colorful.

　　 Jenkins doesn’t like nightlife. He usually stays at home at night unless he goes out to walk the cat. Occasionally, the chocolate will slip out at night, but will go home soon, probably just around the house.

　　 After Miss Cappell left, the antique shop fell silent again. Jenkins thought about the apprentice for a while, and then fell into the novel again.

　　 Chocolate originally expected Jenkins to be able to play with it for a while, but after waiting for a long time, without seeing the man reaching out, he squatted on the end of the counter far from Jenkins.

　　 It shrank into a ball of hair and looked at Jenkins who was reading with wide eyes. Jenkins noticed the cat's gaze, saw it lying pitifully there, and stretched out his right hand to draw some cut fruits and placed it in front of it.

With a soft sound, the fruit slices fell on the small plate in front of the cat. But Chocolate just stood up and poked his head and sniffed the fruits, still feeling cold.

　　 Suddenly stretched out a hand and carried the chocolate to the side of the book. One hand presses on the book to turn the pages, and the other hand gently strokes the cat's head.

　　 Chocolate finally showed a pleasant expression, lying there quietly, squinting as if he was asleep.

　　 But soon someone came to the antique shop, and they were still acquaintances. When the bell rang in front of the door, Jenkins subconsciously said "Welcome to the old antique shop", and then saw that the person entering the door was his neighbor, Mrs. Mistral Frante.

　　 She also showed a surprised expression on her face, keeping the action of pushing the door open, not knowing whether she should come in or not for a while. This woman did not expect to meet Jenkins here. In her opinion, her young neighbor is a promising young man blessed by the Orthodox Church. The possibility of appearing in a girl’s boudoir at this time is more likely than in an antique shop. The possibility of reading is great.

　　 "Welcome to the old antique shop, how can I help you?"

　　 Seeing that the middle-aged woman was still hesitating, Jenkins gave another welcome speech. He buckled the book in his hand on the counter again, and then softly explained:

"Hello, Mrs. Frante. Yes, I work here. This is a test given to me by the church. They said that before accepting important tasks, I must go to the grassroots... ahem, I mean, It is necessary to understand the lives of ordinary believers. The owner of the shop is Father Oliver. He has gone out to do errands. I am an apprentice here and can handle some business. How can I help you?"

　　 Hearing such an explanation, Frantov's talent relaxed and entered the antique shop. She dressed up as if she had just returned from outside the city.

　　 Jenkins noticed that the soles of her shoes were muddy and a little wet, leaving some footprints in front of the door. But it didn't rain in the city today, and the accumulated water a few days ago had already evaporated, so the possibility of a woman returning from outside the city greatly increased.

　　 "I want to sell some jewellery. I have been getting tight recently."

　　 This should be the truth. She even sold her house in the city center and moved to St. George Street for the Shire's treacherous situation.

　　 Mrs. Frante brought her jewelry box, which contained three gold rings, a jewel earring, and a chain of rusty necklaces.

　　 Jenkins checked roughly, confirmed the quantity of the items, and then used a magnifying glass to check the gems and metals according to the method taught by the old man.

　　 In fact, Jenkins is not afraid that she will sell fakes. After all, he knows the true and false identity of this woman.

　　 The result of the preliminary inspection is that the gems and gold are real, but whether they are antiques or not has to be further confirmed. Jenkins valued this box of jewelry at £23 and 7 shillings, but Mrs. Frante was obviously not satisfied with the price.

Chapter 1041 Chapter 1023 The Third Guest

"Oh, ma'am, this is the best price. If you are not satisfied, maybe you can come again tomorrow daytime, then Father Oliver will be in the store, and he might give you a better price... .. But it may be lower. Sage, I didn’t mean to slander Dad, but he is really better at doing business than me."

　　 Seeing that Mrs. Frante was still hesitating, Jenkins could only say so. In fact, he didn't really care whether the deal could be completed, he was even more curious where Miss Yindi went just now.

　　 Jenkins's remarks made Mrs. Frante who was planning to leave again hesitated. She stood in front of the counter and kept asking for a raise, but Jenkins had no business pressure, so she insisted on the price of 23 pounds 7 shillings.

　　 In the end, Mrs. Frante could only regretfully leave with the jewelry, looking like she wanted to find another antique shop to try her luck.

　　 After the middle-aged woman left, Jenkins did not immediately pick up the novel. After confirming that she would not come back again, she immediately picked up the gloves that had touched the jewelry just now, and sniffed gently in front of her nose.

　　 This action is a bit perverted, but he just wants to confirm his guess. Even if the jewelry has been cleaned, Jenkins can still smell a touch of earth.

　　 More accurately, it is the smell of "burial goods". The old man specifically talked about similar things. The funerary objects were sealed underground, and the woodware and other funerary objects in the tomb would rot and produce odors. This kind of smell is unique, unless it is treated with professional chemical reagents or covered with a stronger smell, it is difficult to eliminate this kind of smell.

　　 "Miss Yindi went out of the city to robber the tomb today?"

　　 He guessed in his mind, but apart from the discovery of dragon relics some time ago, no new ancient relics have recently appeared near Nolan.

　　 "Forget it, it's none of my business, don't think too much."

　　 He shook his head, put away the things on the counter and started reading again. The cat strolled around and sniffed the gloves, then squinted his eyes wondering what he was thinking.

　　 There were so many guests tonight. Not long after Mrs. Grant left, another old gentleman opened the door of the shop. He is wearing a very old coat, but the price of that dress may not be cheap. The old man looked very energetic. He was tall and almost the same as Jenkins. He was slightly fat but normal.

　　 The old man has a round face, with obvious age spots and wrinkles on his ruddy face, but his eyes are energetic and there are not many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He has black hair and white hair mixed on his head. According to preliminary estimates based on his face, he should be over 50 years old, which can be called a longevity in this era.

Jenkins recognized this as the gifter at a glance, and then the familiar combination of light spots made him understand that this was the last stranger who sold dead leaves at the gathering of Mr. Corpse yesterday. He also occasionally met him in the gathering of Mr. Corpse yesterday. Appear, not a new participant.

　　 This is the first time Jenkins has encountered the participants of Mr. Corpse's party in the lives of ordinary people. But now is not a good time to discuss Mr. Corpse, and Jenkins is even more curious about the purpose of this old man's arrival.

　　 "Are you the master here?"

　　The voice of the guest speaking is very slow, but the intonation is very charming. Jenkins has only heard a similar way of speaking with some pretentious nobles.

　　 "No, this is Papa Oliver's shop. I am just his apprentice. Papa has gone out to do errands. I can handle some business as the master."

　　 He said very politely, and the customer nodded, then came to the counter with a cane and put a gold ring in front of the counter.

　　 "Well, please estimate."

　　 Jenkins was taken aback. This ring was exactly the same as the one shown by Miss Yindi just now. To be more precise, except for the details of the pattern, they are exactly the same.

　　 "They stole the same tomb?"

　　 Jenkins came to this conclusion, but he sniffed but didn't smell the funerary.

　　 He nodded and took out the tools to check, and then further confirmed that this ring is absolutely related to the three gold rings just now.

　　 It's just that the visitor's ring needs to be updated, and it looks like it is being maintained frequently.

　　 "It is indeed a good old thing. I can give you a price of 2 pounds. You see, it's not pure gold here."

　　 Jenkins showed the surface of the ring under the magnifying glass to the old man. His original intention was to keep the price down, but the old man didn't seem to care whether it was pure gold.

　　 "No problem, 2 pounds."

　　 Talking, the old man stretched out his hand at Jenkins. Jenkins glanced at him suspiciously, after all, he rarely saw such a refreshing guest. But business still needs to be done, and the true value of this ring is definitely not less than 10 pounds.

　　 The old man came and went in a hurry, not even giving Jenkins a chance to ask about the origin of the ring. Jenkins took off the white gloves and directly rubbed the surface of the ring with the belly of his finger, but he still couldn't connect the old man just now with his neighbor, the Frante woman.

　　 After the old man left, Jenkins thought for a while, and then felt that this matter had nothing to do with him, so he picked up the novel and continued reading.

　　 The story he read tells of a thrilling crime case that happened in a late-night antique shop. Little apprentices who didn't go to the school watched the shop alone on the night when their teacher went out to do errands. When they greeted a few waves of customers and became complacent about making a business, they didn't even notice the robbers rushing into the shop from the backyard.

　　 Taking advantage of the apprentice’s time to go to the toilet, the robber came to the front from the backyard and hid under the counter. When the apprentice returned, the robber dragged the apprentice into the counter and brutally injured him. After that, they pretended to be apprentices to receive guests, and killed those who visited at night one by one, and finally fled with a large amount of belongings before the owner of the antique shop returned.

　　 This is a rare story that ends with the escape of a criminal, and there is no role similar to a police officer or detective in the story. This means that this story is almost based on a crime documentary method, recounting what happened that night.

　　 So, this is actually a pretty bad story.

　　 "Interesting."

　　 Jenkins murmured softly, stretched out his leg and kicked the counter, only to realize that the counter of the old antique shop was solid. This was to cover up the secret room with a lot of space below.

　　 "Will there be such a coincidence?"

　　 He closed the book with doubts, then opened his real eyes and turned his head to look towards the backyard. Everything was normal there, only the material that the old man had hoarded exuded a faint aura.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Seeing Jenkins looking around, the cat who was sleeping on his stomach also stood up and looked around. Jenkins smiled and stroked Chocolate's head. It seemed to be inspired, and he let out a more hearty cry.

Chapter 1042 Chapter One Thousand and Twenty-Four Under the Counter

　　 The cat is in good spirits, and Jenkins is in a good mood.

　　 Maybe the subtle match between the story that was read and the current environment is really just a coincidence. In the next ten minutes, Jenkins searched the entire antique shop and found no abnormalities.

　　 His eyes are not without failure, but at least there is absolutely no error in dealing with any non-god creature. For safety, Jenkins even made the very sensitive chocolate cameo as a police dog. Although he was not very happy, he still sniffed everywhere.

　　 But except for a silver coin that fell under the shelf, nothing was found.

　　 Jenkins is very puzzled about this, but it can only be attributed to the fact that he has been thinking too much for the time being. He wanted to pick up the book and read other stories, but at this time the bell at the door rang again, and it seemed that the antique shop at night was much better than in the daytime.

　　 "Good evening, Jenkins, is Daddy away?"

　　The one who came is not a guest, but Captain Pennsey. Jenkins also saw his players waiting at the door, and hurriedly counted, it seemed that the whole team had been dispatched.

　　 "Daddy is out to do errands. I was visiting the store tonight and he received a message that there will be a batch of'goods' coming from the dock tonight."

　　 Jenkins read the word "goods" a bit more, and Captain Bincy nodded immediately.

"Be careful tonight. [Starry Sky and Balanced Church] just sent us a message that a serious containment out of control incident occurred on their side. A powerful trick suddenly awakened from the seal, and the energy of the riot almost destroyed it. Half an underground containment facility. The trick was suppressed, but part of the trick escaped.

　　 All five churches in Nolan are dispatched tonight, searching for the scary thing that escaped. Be careful. If possible, it's best to stay in an antique shop and not go home. I remember the old man should have a well-kept guest room here. "

　　 Captain Bincy just passed by and saw that the antique shop was still lit before he opened the door to notify him of the incident. After speaking, he turned around and left, thinking that he still had a lot of tasks to do.

　　 Jenkins walked out from behind the counter and stood in front of the shop watching a group of people go along Fifth Queen's Avenue. He didn't ask what the treacherous thing was, and Captain Bincy didn't mention it. By the time Jenkins reacted, Captain Bincy was already far away.

　　 "I always feel that something extraordinary will happen this night."

　　 Jenkins muttered to himself and closed the door of the store. When he turned around, he found that the book on the counter had fallen on the ground. That book is an ordinary book, and he has determined this just now, so the book must have fallen because chocolate kicked it off.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Faced with Jenkins's accusations, Chocolate protested angrily. It lowered its head and dashed on the counter, pushing everything on the table, including ink bottles, pens, and tea cups, onto the ground, making a crackling noise.

　　 Jenkins suddenly realized:

　　 "Oh, that's it! When this book fell just now, I didn't hear a sound, there was something weird in it!"

　　 He immediately eliminated the suspicion of the chocolate, and then beckoned to the cat to walk away from the book without touching it.

　　 "There is a problem! This is definitely not right!"

　　 Generally speaking, if this happens, it definitely means that Jenkins is out of luck. Jenkins picked up the cat very carefully and looked around again. This time, I focused my attention on the void, and finally saw a very thin black line, which was connected to the book from the street through the window.

　　 While Jenkins looked at the thread, it vibrated abruptly, causing the book at the end of the thread to vibrate.

　　 "Go!"

　　 Jenkins immediately turned around and ran away. He pushed open the store door and came to the street, trying to catch up with Captain Bincy and his party who had not gone far. But as soon as the body moved away from the area covered by the rain eaves, the surrounding scenery became blurry like oil painted by flames.

　　 There was a crackling sound of burning wood behind him. When Jenkins turned around, he actually saw the fireplace burning in the old antique shop behind him. His eyes widened, and he turned back to look at the Fifth Queen's Road in front of him, but his surroundings had completely turned into the appearance of an antique shop.

　　 This is definitely not moving him back to the antique shop through space movement, because the fireplace in the antique shop was no longer in use a few weeks ago. This is also impossible to look back in time, because although it looks like a Daddy's antique shop, there are subtle differences in details.

　　 For example, the cushion on the left side of the counter without chocolate, the distance between the top of the shelf and the ceiling is closer than Jenkins remembers.

　　 "It's not going back in time, so this is an illusion?"

　　 Jenkins stood there without moving, opened his eyes and looked around. As he expected, black auras were distributed everywhere in the space. It seems that his luck tonight is really bad, and part of the creep that escaped may be the one in front of him.

　　 "How can it be so coincidental? It's a bit wrong, who's hurting me?"

　　 was puzzled, carefully put his cat in his clothes, and then wrapped his jacket tightly to prevent it from falling out. After looking around, he didn't see the detective novel anymore. Then he walked behind the counter and found that the original solid counter was now hollow, and a blood-red flesh was curled up in the shadow under the counter.

At first glance, the nascent mass of flesh actually had a strange sense of sacredness, it looked like a baby; but immediately it felt like a mass of filth, like the dirt formed by the corner of the bathroom that has not been scrubbed for a long time. Something disgusting.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 This is not the sound of chocolate, the sound comes from that meatball. Jenkins, who is accustomed to chocolate meows, is disgusted by such fake meows. Even if the normal meows are not as immature as young kittens, they will never look like phlegm in their throats and tonsils inflamed. Hoarse voice.

"What is this?"

　　 Jenkins took a step back and saw that the mass of meat was constantly squirming, and the surface of the mass of meat gradually became transparent, revealing the inner forming organs and the baby's head.

　　 The beating sound of the heart is especially obvious in the antique shop at this moment. Jenkins squinted to look at the position of the umbilical cord. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, the black aura of the umbilical cord is actually the strongest.

　　 put his hand in his pocket and touched the bottle with the umbilical cord. Jenkins brought it with him because he came home late at night and was worried that the umbilical cord would have a problem at home.

　　 "Isn't it the creep that escaped, the pretender drawn by the umbilical cord?"

Chapter 1043 The first thousand and twenty-five chapters of the baby and the umbilical cord