The Master of the Strange Realm

As for the key, of course, it was temporarily kept by Jenkins, who was the least suspicious.

The kitchen was not large, but it was very tidy. In order to get rid of her suspicion, the maid with freckles on her face and wearing an apron tried her best to explain to everyone how she prepared the snacks and drinks.

Ignaz listened to her carefully and checked the other bottles of wine purchased with the wine in the study. The villa does not have a special wine cellar, but fortunately it is autumn now, and there is no fear of spoilage if you buy more.

There is no possibility of any discovery here, at least Jenkins did not find any poison with aura. The toxin should come from something with extremely weak aura, so Jenkins could not see anything through the wall.

It seems that Ignaz should not have any hope here. Although he pretended to check carefully, he would secretly observe Miss Joyce's expression.

Joyce was the maid who followed Mrs. David to Dad's antique shop. From this point, it can be seen that she is the lady's personal maid.

According to general custom, things such as removing makeup and changing clothes should be her responsibility.

"Did Detective Ignatz also figure out that it was her?"

Jenkins was a little surprised. He inferred the answer directly from the result, so it was so easy to think of the truth. But the detective had no clues. Could it be that the man in front of him was the so-called famous detective?

Nothing unusual was found in the kitchen. Seeing that the police were about to arrive, Detective Ignaz finally asked the key question:

"Ladies, I want to know, after Mrs. David came back, when Mr. William and Miss Best went upstairs and I was waiting in the study, what did she do? What were you doing?"

The freckled maid rubbed her hands in embarrassment: "I have been preparing in the kitchen. In addition to those snacks and wine, there is also afternoon tea... Since the death of the husband, the wife has not had a good appetite. She probably didn't eat lunch, so I prepared afternoon tea snacks in advance."

The detective nodded, a smile appeared on his face, he put his hat on his head, and then asked the maid Joyce: "So what is Mrs. David doing?"

"The lady is tidying up clothes in the room... Oh, Mr. Ignaz, this is the lady's privacy, please respect the deceased."

Jenkins stood aside and watched this scene, and the result was obvious. What he was curious about now was what the motive was and what the poison was.

"I hope it doesn't involve cults or other crazy organizations."

Although she thought so, she was just an ordinary maid. Even if fate loves to play tricks, it is impossible for just anyone to have a big conspiracy.

"I think the best way to respect the dead is to find the person who killed her."

Ignaz said bluntly in a very polite tone. He took a step to the side and just blocked the only door in the kitchen.

"Ms. Joyce, please tell me now. After Mrs. David returned home and before entering the study, in which room did you remove your makeup and change your clothes?"

"Second floor, turn left and the first room."

She didn't say anything else, but raised her head, pursed her thin lips, looked into the detective's eyes and told the truth.

Ignaz nodded and motioned everyone to go and take a look. He winked at Jenkins, who was stunned, then blinked to show that he didn't understand anything.

"Mr. Williamette walked last."

He sighed for Jenkins's slowness, but thought that after all, he was just a young shop apprentice, so this performance was normal.

Jenkins, who performed well, successfully deceived strangers again.

The first room on the second floor is a bedroom, but judging by the decoration style and furniture arrangement inside, this is not the master bedroom.

He did not notice the strange-style oil painting on the headboard and the frighteningly large chandelier above his head. Jenkins narrowed his eyes and looked at the small bottles in front of the dressing table.

Among them, there was a bottle that was only as thick as a thumb, translucent, and carved with complex petal-like patterns. Judging by the current glass firing technology, the artistic value of this bottle alone is greater than the single value of most of the antiques in the next room.

The liquid vaguely visible in the bottle showed a light green luster, which was this thing.

Section 232 Chapter 228 Witch's House

The detective also saw the difference of this bottle at a glance. He shook off the crowd and strode forward to pick up the bottle. He shook it a few times to confirm the liquid content, then looked at the sunlight outside the window and reached for the stopper...

"Wait."

Jenkins hurriedly stopped him and suggested, "I think we'd better not touch the dead person's things. These can be left for the police to check."

Ignaz looked at the bottle, looked at Jenkins, and then looked at the maid Joyce, and nodded gently.

At this moment, Joyce suddenly crossed Bester, who was standing between her and the detective, and snatched the bottle from the man, then turned and ran to the window, holding the bottle to the remaining four people.

"Can this be considered a detective? Just got taken away like this?"

Jenkins stood at the back and had no time to stop it. He thought that as a detective, Ignaz would at least be a little vigilant.

"Madam, what do you want to do?"

The detective asked, and just as he was about to take a step closer, he was startled by the maid's attempt to open the bottle.

"Don't come over."

The woman screamed loudly and kept backing away. She pushed open the window, looked down fearfully, and then looked at everyone in the room with a resolute look.

"Don't come over, I know what's in the bottle. If you come over, we'll all die together!"

As she spoke, she pulled the chair beside the bed with her free hand, then backed away and climbed onto the windowsill with a trembling body.

"Don't come over!"

She spoke hysterically again, holding the cork with her fingers, waving the bottle randomly, and holding the window frame to try to stand up.

Her feet slipped, and in the surprised expressions of everyone, she accidentally leaned back, uttered a short cry, and fell directly down.

The four ran to the window, and at this time, the policemen just walked to the fence of the yard with the coachman and watched her fall down.

The quality of the bottle is very good, so there is no need to worry about it being broken. Although there are some bloodstains on the ground, this is only the second floor, and the ground is soft grass. Joyce, with messy hair, stumbled to his feet and bumped into the chest of the policeman standing in front.

The case was perfectly solved at this point. The evidence was there, and even the detective who came to examine the body felt lucky.

Jenkins didn't say anything extra. After the bottle was sent to the police station, it would naturally be discovered by the people of the Orthodox Church. Detective Ignatz had already reminded the police who came later that there might be volatile poison in the bottle, so there was no need to worry about anyone opening it rashly again.

Jenkins thought he would be taken to the police station to record his statement, but the detective who led the team, upon hearing that Jenkins was an apprentice in his father's antique shop, immediately said that he could leave at any time and go to the police station to make up his statement when he had time.

He didn't want to get involved in this troublesome matter, so he said hello to the detective and left.

"What bad luck."

When he walked out of the yard, he complained softly. He thought it would be a big business, but he didn't expect it to end up like this. Now that Mrs. David is dead, only God knows who will end up with the antiques.

He spent too much time at David's house. He had planned to repair his pocket watch after get off work, but it was estimated that after he went back to say hello to his father, the watch shop would be closed.

He looked back at David's house blocked by the police, sighed, put the chocolate on his shoulder and merged into the crowd of people leaving get off work.

David's house is far away from his father's antique shop, and it takes more than half of the city. He walked all the way, still hesitating about where to find a carriage. When he turned the corner in front, he heard a bell in front.

This was the driver reminding the pedestrians in front. Jenkins held his hat and dodged to the side. Unexpectedly, the sound of horse hooves stopped.

Looking up, the driver took off his hat and signaled to Jenkins. The blackout curtain on one side was lifted, and the red-haired girl chuckled:

"I wonder if I have the honor to invite Mr. William to ride with me."

"It can save a few shillings again."

Jenkins would naturally agree.

Hathaway was the only one in the carriage. Jenkins asked about it and found out that she and Miss Michael had been to Daddy's antique shop. He came here because he wanted to discuss the black market auction with Jenkins.

She was still wearing the slim-fitting ruffled top, but with the arrival of autumn, she also had a thick plush coat on the outside.

"What bad luck, I encountered a murder case."

Jenkins said with a sad face as soon as he got on the car.

"Oh?"

Hathaway was also very interested in this, so she asked Jenkins to talk about what happened in the afternoon. Of course, he would not say that he had guessed the result at the beginning, so he said Mr. Detective was a famous detective who planned and planned. Of course, judging from Hathaway's expression, she cared about other things.

"You mean, the pattern of the bottle is hollow red petals? Do you remember the specific shape of the petals?"

"I don't remember, what's wrong? It seems to be just an ordinary bottle."

The girl fiddled with her long hair, lowered her head and saw the iron ring on Jenkins' finger, raised her eyebrows but did not ask.

"It has nothing to do with the bottle, but it has something to do with that pattern. Remember the Witch House I mentioned before?"

Jenkins rolled his eyes and nodded hesitantly: "It's the organization composed entirely of female gift givers who worship an unknown existence called [Inverted Shadow of the Mother Goddess], right? Are they coming to Nolan too?"

"Yes, there was a murder case last week with that red petal logo. That is the standard ornament of the [Witch House], because the person killed was a noble. When I heard Britney talk about this, I noticed the logo on the murder weapon dagger."

Hathaway recalled something and said to Jenkins hesitantly: "Those sluts and bitches can do anything. If you are involved in that case, you may be targeted by them. Be careful."

"Yeah."

He nodded, thinking about another thing in his heart, "She is right...but [Inverted Shadow of the Mother Goddess]? What exactly is this?"

All theological books will clearly point out one point, that is, whether it is the great righteous gods or the false gods, they have never declared themselves to be the creator.

This point is very clear, and therefore, those who claim to be creators, creator gods, or high beings related to the concepts of these two are definitely not gods.

Chapter 233 Chapter 229 The Missing Creator

[Witch House] is an illegal organization, or an evil society. They worship a creature that calls itself [Inverted Shadow of the Mother Goddess]. What this creature is has not been determined yet. But since it calls itself the Mother of Creation, it is definitely not a god.

When Jenkins was investigating false gods and true gods, he was puzzled by the lack of the creator of this world, so he also understood these existences that were not even gods.

It may be a powerful gifter, an unknown weird thing, an evil spirit, or a terrible supernatural creature that was exiled to the void many epochs ago, but it is definitely not a god.

[Witch House] is jointly identified as an illegal organization by the True God Church and the Kingdom Officials. They usually appear in prosperous cities, mingle in the upper class to weave conspiracies and instigate murders. In addition to knowing that the members of the organization are all female gifters, other information is not clear.

Just when Jenkins was thinking about this, the red-haired girl sitting opposite him recalled the two women who supported Jenkins that day. Her beautiful eyes looked at the absent-minded Mr. Writer, and the writer looked up at him in confusion.

"I'm really crazy."

Hathaway thought to herself, and the eye contact just now gave her an electric shock. As an adult woman, she knew very well what this meant. If it wasn't that the wood opposite had the supernatural ability to generate electricity with its eyes, then it was...

"Britney, Britney, Britney."

She blushed and called the name in panic in her heart, trying to forget the thought just now.

The carriage suddenly became quiet, and Jenkins also realized the strange atmosphere. He looked down at his cat, and Chocolate raised his amber eyes and called innocently.

Looking up at the red-haired girl, she turned her head to look at the light-blocking curtain on the side.

There was still a long distance from Dad's antique shop. Hathaway, who had regained her normal posture, talked to Jenkins about other topics. Although she is not a gift-giver of the Orthodox Church, her knowledge and learning of occultism is no less than that of Jenkins, who has just been employed for three months.

The two talked about topics such as strange things, rituals, spells, legends, etc. Jenkins felt that it was actually very good to have such a friend of the same age.

Hathaway also saw from the conversation that Jenkins's knowledge and learning of occultism was still very shallow. She attributed this to the fact that the black-robed man who led the way for him was very irresponsible, and promised that he could discuss these things with her at any time.

The carriage dropped Jenkins off at the corner of Fifth Queen's Avenue and left. Jenkins faced the cold autumn wind and waved to the departing carriage several times. Since he was not going to attend the auction on Friday, the next time the two met would probably be at Mr. Hood's party.

Walking along the street towards the antique shop, a little girl wearing a single dress and selling flowers came towards him, with a few wilted flowers in the basket. Before she spoke, Jenkins stopped seriously. He took off his hat, smiled politely before the girl was scared to tears, then quickly threw a few silver coins at the flower basket, and then quickly crossed the street to the other side of the street. Without looking back at the girl who was desperately bowing, he took big steps and walked forward quickly.

Perhaps, the mental damage caused by that incident will last for a long time.

When he returned to the antique shop, there was a customer in the shop. This was the old butler of Viscount Augustus. After Jenkins hung up his coat and hat, he understood that the two were discussing how to pay for the last batch of goods.

The butler was wearing a black suit, and his hair and beard were well-groomed. He spoke the common language of the kingdom with a fluent Nolan accent and talked to the old man slowly.

The drafted contract stipulated that the money that the old man bought the ancient books would be paid to them in three installments within a month. In fact, the money was paid by the church and had long been in the hands of the old man, but such a large sum of money would definitely not be taken out by an ordinary antique shop, so it was written in the contract that it would be paid in three installments.

Viscount Augustus was probably in a hurry to use the money, so he sent the butler here, because the payment time for the second payment had not yet arrived. Dad was tough at first, but soon he softened his attitude and pretended to go upstairs to get the money in the name of "gaining the friendship of Viscount Augustus."

"Baron William, good afternoon."

The old butler still remembered Jenkins.

"Hello, welcome."

Dad went upstairs to get the money, so Jenkins would take care of the store temporarily. The butler was very kind and even wanted to give up his seat to Jenkins, but he refused with a smile.

"I wonder how Viscount Augustus's illness is? The last time I saw him, although he was in poor health, he was in good spirits."

"Oh, thank you for your concern. The Viscount's illness is still the same, but as long as the status quo is maintained, we will be very happy."

When he spoke, his expression was a little unnatural. Jenkins guessed that Mr. Augustus's illness was likely to have a new change. But his relationship with the Viscount was not actually close, so it was not easy to ask more about such things.

After taking the money from Dad, the butler left, and Jenkins had the opportunity to tell Dad what happened in the afternoon.

Actually, "telling" is not accurate. He actually projected several important pictures on the "Book of Memories" for Dad to see.

Dad was not interested in the grudges between ordinary people, but he recognized the pattern on the bottle at a glance.

"Witch House?"

He pushed his glasses and came to the same conclusion as Hathaway. But he didn't show excessive surprise, "Everything is really running here now... Humph, aren't you afraid of being infected with gear germs?"

It seems that Dad has known about the gift of the Witch House coming to Nolan City. But he didn't explain it in detail to Jenkins, just told him to be careful of those strange female gift when he was "outside" recently.

This "outside" refers to the black market, or other social activities related to the gift.