The Master of the Strange Realm

As he thought this, he felt that he had done another good thing. Although the atmosphere of this era is relatively open, it is not new for aristocratic men to keep lovers, and for lonely ladies to have several lovers, but there are also many good girls who care about these things, and he will not take advantage of others casually.

Because of the special nature of that account, the manager of the local bank also met with Jenkins and gave him a checkbook that he could use just by signing his name.

But there was a ten pound deposit in Jenkins' account, and he probably wouldn't use those things.

He walked back to the street with his seal and checkbook. Although the watch shop was near the bank, he still did not repair his pocket watch in order to prevent his current identity from being too close to the place where Jenkins himself appeared.

Today's next stop was the City Pet Management Center on the outskirts of the city. He was originally thinking about whether he would run into Hathaway and Miss Mihail again, but he didn't expect that when he got out of the carriage with the chocolate in his arms, he saw the one with the emblem of Mihail's family. carriage.

Involuntarily, Jenkins remembered the scene he saw when he looked out of the closet last night. My originally good mood turned gloomy all of a sudden.

I walked into the courtyard of the management center with a cane, and then went through the procedures according to the last process. Jenkins was still willing to spend some money on chocolate, and he was generous when tipping, so after stamping the chocolate in the office on the second floor, the kind-faced woman gave Jenkins a cat-teasing stick.

But Chocolate was dismissive of this thing. When he walked out and stretched the thing in front of the cat, Chocolate flicked it aside with a wave of his paw.

"Heh, didn't you have a lot of fun playing with my metal piece last time?"

Jenkins asked while stroking its head. The cat didn't answer. It just squinted its eyes and raised its head and let Jenkins stroke it.

"What kind of cat is Mr. William's cat? Why hasn't it grown up?"

When he looked up, he realized that it was Miss Michael who was speaking. He and Hathaway stood side by side under a large oil painting of a cat, both holding the kitten with a collar around its neck. The bottom of the oil painting is marked with the cat's pedigree and the noble status of its owner.

"I picked up Chocolate from the street. It shouldn't be a very expensive breed of cat, right? Otherwise it shouldn't be discarded. After all, it doesn't have any disabilities..."

As he spoke, Jenkins' voice became lower, and he didn't care why the two ladies were here, and his eyes narrowed.

"Yes, chocolate is so cute, and you don't eat much if you don't have a disability. Why would anyone deliberately leave it at the intersection of Privet Drive at night?"

The look he looked at the cat was once again suspicious.

"Meow!"

Before Jenkins could think about it, the chocolate jumped out of his arms. Hathaway hurriedly put down the cat she was holding and tried to stop Chocolate, but of course she failed. So far, Jenkins has never seen any creature that is more agile than Chocolate.

Worried that Chocolate might cause trouble, he hurried after him. When the two ladies, who had difficulty moving due to wearing high heels, followed, they happened to see Jenkins squatting down and pinching the cat's waist, but he frowned and looked at the door to the side.

This is a very ordinary wooden door with a white label from the Fifth Comprehensive Education Office on it. However, this has allowed Jenkins to temporarily put aside his doubts about chocolate.

"What's the matter? Mr. Willamt?"

Miss Michael asked softly. The servant behind her had already taken the cat she was holding.

"Nothing. But I remember the last time I brought chocolate here, he didn't want to wear a collar, so he ran around and ended up in this position. But I remember that the door here was not made of wood, but a relatively small one. The new iron door allows you to feel the cold air when you stand at the door. ”

In fact, what impressed Jenkins even more was that a cat spirit floated out of the door and he was asked to disperse it with his cane. But at that time, the evil spirit incident in the hospital had just ended, so he didn't think much about the origin of the spirit body. After all, there were many haunted incidents in the city at that time.

Now that I think about it, the behavior of that spirit body is also very strange. Not only does it not have any intelligent response, but the color of the aura is also subtly different from that of ordinary evil spirits.

"Iron door? Impossible. In order to make the environment here suitable for pets, there are no metal doors on the second and third floors of this building."

PS: The author is not a major in Western history or economics. Regarding the development of the early banking industry in the West, I can only find some information on the Internet and make up some of it myself. If something is unreasonable, you can point it out.

Chapter 279 Chapter 275 Attacked

"No metal door?"

This is definitely not right. His memory is not wrong. Jenkins has a particularly deep memory of this place due to the appearance of the cat spirit.

But seeing Miss Michael looking at him suspiciously, Jenkins could only write it down first.

Standing up, Chocolate was finally comforted by him. While Jenkins was greeting the ladies, he carefully looked at Hathaway with suspicious eyes. The girl had been silent since seeing her today.

Hathaway and Ms. Michael came here today for the city pet fundraiser. They and their friends wanted to take some photos of adopted cats with their cameras. As Jenkins heard from the coachman, in the winter, rich ladies always devoted themselves to such activities.

Miss Michael is interested in having Jenkins join their organization. As a well-known writer, he may be of great help in fundraising activities. But Jenkins was still too busy with his own affairs, so he could only politely refuse.

"Hey, you didn't see anything last night, did you?"

In the lounge on the left side of the first floor, the blond girl said that some of her friends were also here and wanted to meet Jenkins, so she asked him to stay for a while. As soon as Miss Mihail went out, Hathaway asked fiercely with a red face.

His cheeks were slightly red, he did not dare to look directly at Jenkins, and his right hand was still holding the corner of his clothes. Jenkins also subconsciously turned his head away from her, pretending to be extremely interested in the black tea in front of him:

"Ah, I just saw you asking me to leave from the window, I didn't see anything else."

He also blushed, but he didn't know whether it was because of the lie he had just lied about or what he saw last night.

"Hmph~"

She tucked a tuft of hair behind her ear and turned to look at the cat in Jenkins' lap.

"Whether you see it or not, don't tell it."

Jenkins didn't respond because anything he said would be self-inflicted.

"What are your views on same-sex relationships?"

Seeing that Jenkins didn't speak, Hathaway asked another pointed question. In fact, this is not an unmentionable topic in the upper class society. Due to the huge gap between rich and poor, people at the upper levels of the pyramid will always find some fun in other aspects after meeting their material needs. However, be careful not to Express your opinion in public. But in private parties or salons, this issue can easily come up.

Excessive and extravagant life has led some people to develop special hobbies, coupled with the trend of "elegance" that has been passed down from ancient times. In fact, people like Jenkins who are extremely sensitive to this issue are an abnormal minority.

"No opinion."

He replied cautiously, not knowing why the conversation became so awkward again.

"Since I've known you, I haven't seen you develop a crush on a specific woman. Could it be that you like..."

"No no no!"

He couldn't help but raise his voice, "Absolutely impossible, please don't say that. In fact, I also like women very much, yes, they are very, very..."

Seeing that he was so clumsy that he didn't know what to say, Hathaway covered her mouth, squinted her eyes, and chuckled, "Jenkins, in my impression, you have always been a very calm person who never showed his emotions easily. Man, you are not like you today.”

"I'm not good at topics like this."

He honestly admitted that the half-truth and half-false behavior just now meant that he really didn't know how to answer the question. The lie was that although he had no experience in dating ladies, at least he wouldn't be that clumsy. After all, I had lived in that world for so many years in my previous life, and even the white flowers could be dyed into other colors.

"What on earth did he mean?"

Seeing the man's nervous look, the red-haired girl's eyes shifted from the cat to Jenkins' golden hair.

"Blonde hair, like Britney..."

My mood gradually dropped, and I thought of what happened last night and the conversation just now, "What's wrong with me? What I love is..."

Dang rang~

The clang of metal came from Jenkins, who had just reached out with his right hand to pick up the teacup on the saucer. But as soon as his right hand touched the handle, the iron ring broke into two halves and fell to Jenkins' feet.

Both of them were stunned.

"poisonous!"

Jenkins stood up immediately and reminded in a low voice. He looked around. There was no one at the window, and there was no place to hide anyone in the room. He switched to another vision in the blink of an eye, and there was a faint green light in the tea of ​​both of them.

"This is a poison with supernatural properties."

His expression became even more gloomy, and Hathaway also stood up warily. She didn't doubt Jenkins' judgment, but she just didn't know who was going to do such a thing.

The poison was definitely not targeted at Jenkins. No one knew about his schedule today, and the two cups of tea and the exquisite pastries on the plate were all prepared for the two ladies.

"Have you offended anyone recently?"

He asked quickly, looking around for any possible piles of light spots.

"I don't have the current identity, I have the identity of the Giver..."

She closed her mouth and saw Jenkins looking at the door with a serious expression, and then motioned for her to sit down.

A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door of the room, and a young woman dressed as a maid pushing a dining cart walked in. This outfit is an ordinary maid's outfit, and there is tea and a dinner plate covered with a silver lid on the dining cart.

I don’t know how these things are prepared in a place like this.

"Hello, Miss Michael asked me to deliver this. She said there will be a small party here in a while."

The woman lowered her head and explained to the two of them carefully.

Jenkins calmly picked up the broken ring at his feet, nodded to Hathaway, and she immediately asked the frightened maid to put down all the snacks.

This is a third-level benefactor, one level lower than Hathaway, who was promoted to another level at some point. There is a very faint green aura around his waist, which is presumed to be a container containing poison. Other than that, there are no other items.

"The preparations are really rich. Does the management center have a special kitchen?"

Jenkins smiled warmly, and naturally placed the chocolate on the back of the chair, his hands drooping naturally.

"Yes, sir, because the ladies often come back here, there will be a kitchen on the first floor of the management center."

Jenkins originally planned to praise her performance, and then take out the gun from his waist under the pretext of taking tips, but he didn't expect someone to be faster.

"We still have some wine here, this distinguished sir, do you need anything else?"

The maid said as she reached into the pocket of her black pleated skirt.

Chapter 280 Chapter 276 Shooting

Just when the maid's hand reached into her pocket, Jenkins felt a sense of danger. He followed his intuition and suddenly turned to the left, and heard a loud bang exploded in his ears.

The woman's curse and Hathaway suddenly stood up and pushed the chair down were heard in front, and the expected second gunshot did not appear, because Chocolate bravely rushed up and hit the woman's wrist.

The woman waved her free fist to drive the cat away, but Jenkins had already climbed up and pounced on it:

"Asshole, don't touch my cat!"

"Oh my God, what's going on!"

The woman's scream came from the direction of the door, and the woman who was originally preparing to fight with Jenkins immediately gave up her plan.

She cursed again, ignored the cat crying at her feet, used her fighting skills to push Jenkins' fist aside with her arm, then lifted the tablecloth on the dining cart and threw the plates and snacks at Jenkins and Hathaway.

While they reached out to deal with those things, the woman ran back with a pistol, fired a few shots at the women screaming at the door, then suddenly turned sideways and broke the glass of the window, rolled on the lawn outside, and stumbled away with her skirt lifted.

From the beginning to the end, no one took the initiative to use the power of the extraordinary.

"Damn it!"

Jenkins rarely said a swear word, picked up Chocolate, confirmed that she was not injured, and then went to check on Hathaway. The girl looked a little embarrassed, and a piece of cream was stained on her originally beautiful skirt.

She wanted to say something, but when she saw Jenkins shaking his head sharply, she closed her mouth consciously.

This unexpected attack did not cause any deaths, but the maid's last two shots accidentally hit Miss Michael's two friends. They did not hurt the vital parts, but for these ladies who had never seen a big scene, being shot was enough to scare them to death.

The undisguised gunshots just now also alarmed the people in the management center, and the scene suddenly became a mess.

"Quiet, quiet, gentlemen! Ladies!"

Jenkins shouted loudly, watching the light spots representing the maids escape from the field of vision, so he also walked to the door and squatted down to check the injuries of the two ladies who fell to the ground. When he helped treat in the sanatorium, he also learned very simple methods of dealing with gunshot wounds and sharp weapon wounds, which were just useful now.

Perhaps it was his unique temperament and calm expression that won everyone's trust. Under Jenkins' arrangement, several panicked servants went to call the police and find doctors separately. There are several veterinarians on the second floor. Although they treat different objects, they can still play a role before the real human doctor arrives, compared with Jenkins, who is a complete layman.

Moreover, for this era, the boundary between human doctors and veterinarians who treat trauma is not very clear.

Miss Michael has been following Jenkins with a pale face. She also saw that the attack was aimed at her, otherwise the woman would not have had to shoot at the door when she escaped. Jenkins and Hathaway were closer.

And Jenkins was in no mood to comfort the blonde lady. He was in a very bad mood now. Although he was implicated, except for the cultist who threw the steam bomb at him, this was the first person who could have malicious intentions towards him and escape unscathed.

"Is there no one who can take charge of the overall situation here?"

He stood in the crowd and loudly commanded everyone not to panic or stand here all the time, but he was thinking about something else.

Except for the two gifters, the people who experienced the shooting seemed particularly flustered, and even the hurried footsteps would make them scream. The faint smell of gunpowder in the room caused by the shooting had completely disappeared, and the murderer had already fled far away, but the people in the chaos had no intention of stopping.

The presence of these troublesome ladies also had its advantages. They were all from aristocratic families. Perhaps for this reason, both the doctors and the police came very quickly.

When night was about to fall, the periphery of the entire management center had been completely blocked by the police, and at least five carriages with police badges were parked at the door.

"Where is Miss Michael?"

In the corner of the first floor, Jenkins had just finished recording his statement in the temporary police office. When he looked up, he saw Hathaway standing there waiting for him. Chocolate was standing on the windowsill next to her, looking out into the yard.

"You were taken home by the Marquis. Do you still need to go to the police station?"

The reason for asking this was that the face of Count Hesha made the red-haired lady no longer have to deal with the police. According to the general process, people like Jenkins who appeared at the crime scene would need to go through a long interrogation process.

"No need, Dad's name seems to work well."

"It could also be the name of the church."

Jenkins didn't respond, but picked up the chocolate and put it back on his shoulder. He looked at the policemen holding kerosene lamps in the woods, who were collecting footprints.

The hastily arrived carriage stopped outside the cordon, and Mr. Rogers Benz, dressed in a police uniform, got off. There were three stars on his shoulders, and his rank was superintendent.