The Master of the Strange Realm

Because tomorrow is Reading Day, Dad asked Jenkins to get off work early to celebrate the holiday in advance. Having agreed to meet at the church tomorrow afternoon, Jenkins left the warm store.

He shivered so hard that the chocolate fuzzed. Jenkins now has a substantial nest egg, but knows it's best to save until he finds a way to make more money with his money. It has been almost a month since he got the 8,000 pounds. He pays attention to the newspapers every day and asks others to inquire, but he has not yet found a reliable way to invest.

Chapter 234 Chapter 230 Invitation to Nightlife

The weather is getting colder, and the warm knitted sweater Jenkins is wearing now was one that Mary knitted for him before he moved out of the Williamson home. As the temperature drops, it’s time for sweaters to be phased out. But fortunately, after receiving the gift [Eternal Fire], he found that his ability to withstand cold had been greatly enhanced. Just like a purifying candle takes the initiative when encountering a negative state, in the cold late autumn, the eternal flame kept beating and burning in Jenkins' heart.

Today is Wednesday and I was supposed to go to church to teach. But tomorrow is Reading Day, and the church needs to be decorated and decorated for the most important day of the year, so night classes are suspended for today so Jenkins can go home and get some rest.

The fireplace at home has been cleaned up. I originally planned to take advantage of my free time today to go to the market to see if there was any charcoal or burning wood at a reasonable price. But after walking a few steps, I saw Burns through the choking fog. The professor wore a heavy black double-breasted coat and stood waiting for him at the entrance of the alley.

The collar of the coat was velvet, covering half of the professor's face. He kept rubbing his hands, and when he saw Jenkins, he immediately came up waving his hands.

"Professor, I remember to go to the college tomorrow. You don't need to remind me again, right?"

Jenkins greeted him jokingly. The professor shivered and waved to him, and then the two of them came to a nearby bar. It's not time to get off work yet. The sailors or single idlers in the dock area are all working. There are very few people here. After drinking a glass of warm butterbeer, the professor finally recovered.

"Are you okay?"

Although the professor is older, based on what is known about him, he is probably stronger than Jenkins.

"fine."

The professor whispered, and as he opened his mouth, a burst of frost air was sprayed out. He shivered violently, and his originally pale face immediately turned rosy.

"It's okay, it's okay. I got into a fight with someone last night and got punched. Hiss, that woman ran too fast, and she actually wanted to lie to me as a profiteer..."

"It seems that the professor's nightlife is also very rich."

He thought to himself, picked up the hot tea in front of him and took a sip. When I was buying a drink at the bar just now, when the bartender heard that Jenkins wanted tea, he almost thought he was here to provoke him, but luckily he paid the bill in time.

"Professor, give me your hand."

He turned around and looked around, speaking quietly. Although Professor Burns was confused, he did not hesitate.

I put my finger on the professor's dry palm and activated [Contact Treatment] first, but there was no response. This shows that the professor had no physical injuries. Then, carefully mobilizing the eternal fire to gather on the skin under the fingertips, Professor Burns immediately let out a small groan, and then withdrew his hand.

"Phew~ It feels much better."

He pulled open the collar of his exaggerated coat and looked completely recovered. He reached out to hold the handle of the wine glass and drank the foaming butterbeer in one gulp.

In fact, butterbeer is not beer. It is called this because it contains a lot of bubbles and looks like beer. This is just a non-alcoholic hot drink.

Looking at Jenkins from the empty wine glass, the professor pointed to the teacup in his hand: "Why, don't you want to drink?"

"I rarely drink."

"It's really hard to find young people like you these days."

He sighed softly, and when he saw a middle-aged man wearing leather boots passing by the table, he cautiously stopped what he was saying.

This bar called "Cretirion" is not a small bar hidden in an alley that provides all kinds of services, but a regular bar that even off-duty police officers occasionally visit. The interior decoration is not bad, the solid wood tabletop has clear tree trunk lines, and there is a faint smell of wine in the air. Even people like Jenkins who drink grape juice at parties find it delicious.

The professor certainly didn't come to see Jenkins to remind him of tomorrow's arrangements.

"There's something interesting happening soon. Do you want to go with us?"

The professor blinked and asked mysteriously.

"interesting?"

Jenkins asked as he fondled Chocolate, who also had hot milk in the bar, a drink that Chocolate loved.

"Yes, I just heard about it recently. Some people are organizing very small tours and tours of autopsy. After the tour, some weird materials will be sold. Although the tickets are expensive, they are worth every penny."

"is it safe?"

When money issues and security issues arise together, security comes first.

"I can't guarantee this. After all, you may encounter some weird things at home. But the friend who introduced this matter is very reliable. I am a little worried about going alone, so I came to ask you. "

Jenkins nodded, shook the teacup, and found some tea stems at the bottom of the half-empty cup.

"How much does the ticket cost?"

"3 gold pounds, and only banknotes are accepted."

The professor added, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry. I think he was in the mood to go or not.

"Anyway, I have nothing to do in the evening, so let's go and take a look."

Jenkins finally agreed. Tomorrow is the Book Festival. According to ancient legends, the believers of the sage will get extra luck around this day. In addition, he met the Star Spirit a few days ago and received blessings. Maybe he will really encounter something lucky.

Putting down two penny copper coins as a tip, he pushed open the wooden door of the bar and broke into the dim and cold street again. Jenkins went home to get a robe to cover his identity, let Chocolate stay at home, and then set off with the professor.

Based on the word "corpse", it was originally thought that the venue would be a remote cemetery, or an abandoned hospital like the one where Mr. Corpse gathers, or perhaps a remote underground tomb in the countryside. Unexpectedly, the two of them came all the way to Carfax Field in the city, and now people in police uniforms can still be seen walking in the hall.

"Police station?"

He asked in surprise.

"No, no, of course not."

The professor reached out and pressed down Jenkins' hand pointing at the police station door, then pulled him to the alley on the side. There were residents on both sides of the alley. The professor muttered something in his mouth, counted the number of doors and walked forward, and then knocked on the middle door.

An ordinary wooden door hung with an ordinary worthless bell. A man with a cigar in his mouth pushed the door open and stuck his head out. He first blew out a smoke ring, then casually glanced at the two people in black robes, didn't ask anything, but directly stretched out his hand, and the two immediately handed over the prepared banknotes.

Chapter 235 Chapter 231 Coroner

"Go in, you should know the rules, you can look, but don't try to get things that don't belong to you."

After that, the man made way for the two to come in.

Behind the door was a long and silent corridor. Turning around and taking a look, the strong man closed the door and continued to stand behind it. Only the light of his cigar could be seen, flickering in front of the dark door.

There was no light in the corridor. Jenkins coughed hard to cover up the sound of the word "Lakul".

Two silver balls of light floated out from his heart and flew in front of the two people to illuminate a small area. This is [Lakul's Starlight Illumination], an extremely boring ability, because it can do nothing except summon two light balls that can illuminate.

But Jenkins has a purification candle and an eternal fire with him. If these two things were not too well-known, and there were many light ball illumination abilities, starlight illumination would really become an ability that would not be used.

There was something wrong with the length of this corridor. It was supposed to be longer. The doors on both sides were tightly closed. The professor and Jenkins kept moving forward with the light of the starlight ball. The corridor was paved with cheap wooden floors, which would make a creaking sound when stepped on. But the ground was still clean, and there was nothing on the wall on the side, and even the gas lamps that poor families had were nowhere to be seen.

Jenkins suspected that this corridor connected several nearby houses. He didn't have a strong sense of direction, so he couldn't tell where it would lead to in the end.

He touched the professor with his hand and nodded gently, indicating that he didn't need to worry.

"The professor's friend should have told him something."

Thinking of this, Jenkins felt much more relieved.

After walking for five minutes, a bronze metal door blocked the way. The professor asked Jenkins to take back the light ball, and then took the initiative to step forward and pushed it open.

Behind the door, there was still a corridor. But there were windows on one side of the corridor and a row of iron doors on the other side. On the wall of the door of the room closest to the bronze door, there was a white label: [Autopsy Room-13].

"Someone rented the house next to the police station and broke through the wall to enter the police station directly?"

An incredible feeling surged into my heart. What kind of person would come up with such an idea?

Turning around, the bronze door had disappeared, and behind it was only a glimpse of a white-painted wall with a yellowed wanted poster on it.

Nolan City is one of the most important cities in the kingdom. The police station, especially the place where the bodies are stored, cannot be without police officers on night duty. But tonight there really wasn't one. Jenkins and Professor Burns walked into the only room with an open door. The label next to the iron door was [Autopsy Room-16].

This was a spacious room filled with a strange stench. In the center hung a kerosene lamp tied to an iron chain. Even though there were gas lamps on the wall, autopsies still needed extra light.

Right below the lamp was an iron bed with pulleys. The railings had been rusted and there were spots of stains. Now there was a person lying on the bed, or a corpse, covered with a yellow-brown linen cloth with dirty yellow spots on it. God knows when this cloth last came into contact with water.

In front of the wall opposite the door of the room, there stood a four-layer simple shelf made of iron plates and iron pipes. The top layer contained dozens of cleaned glassware, and below were some randomly placed cloths and knives.

There were already four people in the room, three of whom, like Jenkins and Professor Burns, wore black robes to cover their identities. The three stood there against the wall like three statues.

The fourth person was wearing a white doctor's robe, with a contrasting black leather apron on the outside. This was the attire of the police coroner. The overly clean white clothes were particularly conspicuous in this dirty environment.

This was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, and time had left traces of vicissitudes on his face. Those brown eyes seemed to see through everything. Although they felt empty, they seemed to contain an infinite world.

A level 4 gifter, the color of the light spot was also very ordinary.

For some reason, Jenkins had an inexplicable liking for this person at first sight.

Jenkins and the professor stood against the wall together. After half an hour, more than a dozen gifters in black robes came in one after another. The middle-aged man clapped his hands and signaled that they could start.

Without saying a word, he casually pulled out two sharp scalpels from the iron rack, shook the knife facing the kerosene lamp in the center, and then stepped on the ground with black boots to the bed, and threw the cloth covering the body to the ground.

The people who paid the money immediately gathered around. Under the kerosene lamp, more than a dozen hooded heads looked at the body.

This was also a man. Judging from his appearance, his age would not exceed 25 years old. The body had not been processed yet, so the face and exposed skin looked particularly pale.

Jenkins did not do any in-depth research in this area, so he could not judge the time of death of the body. But this did not prevent him from frowning, because the smell was too strong.

The middle-aged coroner slowly took out a mask and gloves from the pocket of his black apron, put them on, and then lifted the coat with wheat ears on the body, lifted the innermost thermal underwear, and revealed the pale skin.

There was a very obvious bullet hole on the right chest, and there was a faint red and black blood stain next to the black bullet hole. This was probably the cause of death.

The coroner's hand brushed across the skin, as if a butcher was checking the meat quality of a dead pig. He raised his head and looked at more than a dozen people in turn with bored eyes, then pressed the chest of the corpse with his left hand, spread his thumb and index finger as far as possible, and pressed the handle of the scalpel with his right hand. The sharp blade slid gently over the skin, and it immediately broke open like a layer of paper, revealing the texture of the muscles and the dirty red internal organs under the skin and flesh.

Jenkins finally understood why the professor said that dinner was just a cup of tea and no food...

This middle-aged coroner was really amazing. He used very skillful techniques to cut the corpse open, and even used a saw to open the skull like a coconut.

The coroner's hands showed a golden luster. He took out the internal organs separately, washed them with a special solution, and placed them in those glass containers. The flesh on the body was divided into pieces and neatly stacked aside.

The whole process was full of extremely strange beauty. Even the pile of human body parts placed under the kerosene lamp had a sense of order in the blood.

Chapter 236 Chapter 232 Bloody Gift

Under the careful operation of the coroner, soon, there was no body on the bed under the kerosene lamp, only a pile of parts covered by light.

Although this process was extremely disgusting, everyone had some blood stains on their bodies. But everyone had to admit that this coroner had turned the decomposition of corpses into an art.

After these things were solved, the coroner took off his gloves, washed his hands, and then put on a new pair of gloves. He used a knife to take more or less parts of the extracted meat, internal organs and organs, and then separated a small half of the fat and body fluids.

In front of everyone, he used ordinary needles and threads to reassemble the decomposed corpse. This terrible process similar to human alchemy was actually successful.

Without the removed parts, the assembled corpse actually looked particularly handsome. Although it was still a corpse, the face was much more beautiful, and the skin color became normal, just like an ordinary human being sleeping.

Only now did Jenkins understand that he had spent so much effort to give the corpse a facelift.

He wanted to vomit, but he absolutely could not vomit now.

After covering the body with a white cloth and placing the containers containing excess flesh, organs and internal organs beside the bed, the coroner looked at everyone.

All the people in black robes took a step back in tacit agreement. After seeing this man's technique, it was hard not to have such a reaction.

Those blood-red "remaining plastic surgery objects" had been stained with a faint white aura at some point. For special items, white represents this gift, and for this kind of material that is not permanent, white represents universality, that is, they can be used in any ritual. Although it may not work, it will definitely not go wrong.

This is an extremely precious material, especially, almost all complex rituals involve the use of blood and flesh. And human bone blood is one of the most important materials.

The performance is over, and naturally it is a transaction. The gift-givers, who were frightened by the terrible majesty of the coroner, bid their prices in turn very obediently.

The coroner did have a very awkward temperament. People who were stared at by him would feel that they were being treated like pigs. This was probably a special temperament that could only be acquired by doing this kind of work for many years. Anyway, Jenkins didn't dare to look at him for more than a second.

"This is caution, not cowardice."

He said to himself.

The excess flesh and skin decomposed from a corpse is limited, so the price is a bit high. Professor Burns spent 10 pounds to buy a piece of liver the size of a fingernail, and Jenkins just came to see it and didn't plan to buy anything.

He doesn't have a ritual that requires these things now, so even if he buys them, he can only store them at home. And if he keeps such things at home, he himself will not be able to sleep well.

Among these materials, the most expensive one is the small piece of meat cut from the heart of the deceased. In Jenkins' eyes, it is also the most spiritual. But the coroner didn't plan to sell it, and put the utensils on the shelf before the sale began.

No one wanted to stay here for long. When all the transactions were completed, seeing that the coroner had no objection, the people in black robes opened the door and filed out as if they were running away.

The order at the scene was a bit chaotic. Jenkins was squeezed to the end. When he wanted to step out of the iron gate with the professor, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Looking back, there was a blood-red handprint on his shoulder. Of course, the one holding him down was the coroner. The hanging kerosene lamp was swaying slightly behind the two of them, and the coroner's shadow almost completely covered Jenkins.

"This is for you."

This was the first sentence the middle-aged coroner said tonight. He threw the bottle containing the heart meat to Jenkins, who caught it in a panic.

"Why?"

He asked, unwilling to accept this thing.

"I feel that you have a good impression of it. It's useless for me to keep it. Just accept it as a gift."