The Master of the Strange Realm

As he spoke, he handed the card to Miss Audrey. She nodded, closed her eyes and pressed the card against her face. The card turned into a phantom and fell into her body.

This was not Jenkins's thing, and he would not be greedy for it. It's just that the number of [Gifts] is indeed the least among the three special items ABC. Because of his bad luck, his chance of contacting special items is much greater than that of ordinary gift recipients, but even so, he has not seen many gifts with his own eyes.

Chapter 283 Chapter 279 Flipping Silver Coins

As Miss Audrey closed her eyes and recited strange words in an ancient language, it seemed as if there was a wall separating this small space from the world.

The smell of incense became stronger and stronger. The woman sat on the sofa and slowly leaned down. Her face stopped when it was almost touching the crystal ball.

Jenkins held his breath and felt that the space they were in at the moment did not seem to be the material world. The invisible wall blocked the space. In this strange feeling, Miss Audrey, who was sitting next to her, seemed to have changed into a different person. A strange and ethereal temperament replaced her lazy homely appearance.

"I saw it."

The woman frowned, her voice was hoarse and rough, completely different from the past.

"She is still in Nolan City. I saw a river, no, not the Westminster River. There is too much garbage on the river. Is this... the Rhone River?"

"The Rhone River? Are there any specific details?"

While asking, she quickly recalled the topography of Nolan City.

"Yes, yes. That is a row of low houses on the east bank of the river. Not far away is the factory. The woman lives in a house with a red wooden door facing the river. The house number is 32..."

She opened her eyes suddenly, and the crystal ball in front of her cracked a crack.

"What's wrong?"

Jenkins was a little nervous. If it was too dangerous there, then just give up directly. There was no need to gamble and lose your life.

"No, it's okay."

Miss Audrey stretched out her right hand to cover her forehead. Her complexion looked good, not like she was injured.

"It's the crystal ball. I used it to predict something very important last time, and it's already damaged. Sorry, that's all I can see, but the Rhone River itself is not long. It just flows directly into the sea at the northeast corner of Nolan. Although I didn't see the house number clearly, it shouldn't be difficult to find that place."

"It's okay, it's okay, thank you very much!"

Jenkins knew that this was enough. The Rhone River itself is different from the Westminster River, which almost crosses the city. The former is not far in the city, and there are even fewer places with "low houses facing the river" and "adjacent to factories".

Although he doesn't have the ability to predict, he also knows that the results of divination are usually obscure and difficult to understand. Only a few skilled predictors can see the truth of fate through the fog. It's almost impossible to see an understandable picture directly, but Miss Audrey did it.

"It's so scary, so scary." He exclaimed in his heart.

"I should thank you. If it weren't for you, I don't know when I could get the card out."

Miss Audrey motioned Jenkins to sit still, and stood up again to leave the living room. When she came back, she had a hemp rope in her hand.

"B-10-04-1212, hunter's trap rope. This is the relic of Robinson who died in the strange world. Alexia should have told you the function of this thing."

As she said, she handed the rope to him.

"This should be the spoils of the three of us."

"Yes, but Alexia asked me to help with divination once, and the rope was considered as a reward. Today we helped each other, but I think the value of the gift is greater."

Seeing her like this, Jenkins accepted it. It just so happened that he had spent a lot of cash recently, and maybe he could sell it to earn some gold pounds.

Before leaving, Miss Audrey also told Jenkins about the astronomy course. Stargazing can only be done at night, so the two of them still need to discuss the specific time.

Standing in the hallway and preparing to say goodbye, the maid beside him took the hat and coat hanging on the hanger. She was going to help Jenkins put on his clothes, but Jenkins refused with a chuckle. He was not used to this kind of thing.

The maid nodded and handed Jenkins' clothes to him with a ruddy face.

"Do you need help?"

Although she didn't know what Jenkins was going to do, the fortune teller could still guess something. Under the dim light of the gas lamp, she showed an interested expression on her face, "I'm not good at frontal combat, but I know Alexia's address. She is a professional detective and mercenary."

"No, I can do it myself, and I also know some friends."

Jenkins smiled. He had already planned to find the location and observe it first. If there are still accomplices, he will retreat directly. If not... Thinking of this, he has another idea.

"Why not do this, can you tell me again whether things will go well tonight."

Jenkins suggested, and Miss Audrey seemed to have expected him to say this, and took out a deck of cards from her pocket and asked him to draw.

Without thinking, Jenkins reached out and pulled out the top card. When he turned it over, he saw a pattern of a silver coin, but it was neither the front nor the back, but standing upright.

"The meaning of this card is that everything in the future depends on what you do. It may be good, but it won't be the best. It may be bad, but at least it won't be death."

"That's enough, good night, Miss Audrey."

He held the cat in one hand and carried the cane, took off the hat he just wore with the other hand, bowed very gentlemanly, and then turned and walked into the night.

"Good night, Mr. Willamette."

The woman responded with a smile, and then stood at the door of her home, looking at Jenkins's back against the cold night wind of late autumn, with some smile on her face:

"Mr. Willamt, good luck to you."

Not far from Miss Audrey's house, Jenkins put on his black robe in the shadow of the corner of the intersection. After hiring a carriage and briefly describing the place he was looking for to the driver, he actually took Jenkins to the destination directly without him even having to search for it.

"The Rhone River is not very long to begin with, and the place you describe is not remote."

This is how the coachman slowly explained to Jenkins.

Therefore, when he got off the bus, he gave the driver an extra silver coin, which was 1 shilling. This is to strengthen the driver's impression of the current image, so that when someone asks, Jenkins will not be suspicious.

Knowing that he was coming here, there were two other women. Hathaway would have thought that Jenkins had invited believers of the New God with powerful powers, and Miss Audrey herself knew a lot of Jenkins' secrets, and Jenkins had just talked about it. Ask a friend to help.

It's foolproof, and that's it.

Nolan City is a city without street lights, and the slums are even darker at night. Standing at the intersection, the clusters of low-rise houses adjoining each other seemed like a giant beast crawling in the darkness, waiting for Jenkins.

A smile appeared on Jenkins' face. Only in this dark night, where his identity would not be exposed, could he do his own thing without any worries.

Chapter 284 Chapter 280 The Cat on the Roof

For safety reasons, Jenkins asked the coachman to park the carriage at the exit of the alley, and then tremblingly walked around the entire street to the river bank.

But to be honest, this is more like a stinking ditch than a river. Because it is adjacent to this slum area, the Rhone River is also the dumping ground for garbage in several nearby streets. Years of accumulation have made the river what it is now. Garbage, feces and even corpses, no one can tell what is in the water.

Under the red and blue moonlight, Jenkins hid on the side of a nearby two-story uninhabited abandoned house, leaning against the brick wall and blinking.

According to the pattern of house numbers, the houses not far away are 32A, 32B, and 32C respectively. Among them, the short house in 32C has a red door, and a benefactor is hidden in it.

"is her."

Based on the color of the light spot and the angle of rotation, it can be determined that it is the maid this afternoon. Looking around, she was the only benefactor on the entire street.

After once again confirming that the charms, pistols and special items on his body were all ready, Jenkins patted the cat's head and said something next to its short ears.

Chocolate's ears shook a few times, then turned into yellow and white colors and jumped to the ground, running quickly towards the house.

"Is chocolate getting smarter?"

Jenkins asked doubtfully, but he didn't think too much. After all, he had taken an extraordinary potion, and it was not surprising that his intelligence had become stronger.

The cat nimbly walked along the wall and came to the eaves of the house with the house number 32C. It purred loudly on purpose, then jumped onto a tree next to it, and then jumped from the tree to the roof.

Snap~

A piece of tile was pushed to the ground, making a crisp cracking sound.

There was a commotion in the room, and then a woman pretending to be panic opened the window and stuck her head out. I just happened to see Chocolate jump off the roof and run towards the street.

"Damn wildcat!"

The woman waved her hands viciously and shouted, then slammed the window.

Chocolate walked out of the darkness again, this time his coat color turned gray. It jumped onto the tree with ease and reached the roof. It repeated its trick and brought down another tile.

Some irritable women opened the window again, saw another cat, and immediately cursed loudly. Because it was dark, she didn't notice that the two cats had similar body shapes.

"enough."

Jenkins walked along the dark side of the wall of this row of houses, walked to the door of 32C, climbed along the tree to the roof, and hid behind the chimney. Waving to the chocolate, it turned back, its eyes seemed to glow in the dark, and ran to the roof again to get a piece of tile off.

"Damn it!"

With a bang, the woman wearing an apron opened the window with something like a rolling pin, pointed it at the cat, and threw it out.

"Meow~"

It barked menacingly and then ran away quickly.

"snort!"

The woman watched the cat sneak away suspiciously, and she also became suspicious. If you can come out as a killer, you still need to be cautious. She squinted and looked around from the window, especially at the door, but saw no one.

The window was closed, and after a while, the door was opened. The woman was wearing a black greasy coat, and her right hand was put into the pocket of the coat.

He pulled out the pistol and pointed it at his head, pulled the safety with a click, then put his finger on the trigger and stepped back step by step facing the door of his room very carefully. When the empty roof came into view, she let out a sigh of relief.

"If there was someone, they wouldn't hide here on purpose, otherwise the cat just now would have given away their location."

Meow~

The cat's voice sounded again, and the woman pointed the gun at her right side. At this moment, Jenkins jumped out from behind the chimney and jumped from the roof in an instant.

"Profane production!"

Two green vines stretched out from the void and inserted into the woman's temples. She twitched and collapsed to the ground. Chocolate walked over with her tail wagging, and used her nose to lift the pistol she dropped on the ground to another place.

Deliberately letting Chocolate jump to the roof three times is to use the psychological effect of "crying wolf" to make her subconsciously relax her vigilance on the roof and focus on other places. Although the ability of "blasphemous production" seems to be used to make "crafts", except for Jenkins, it seems that everyone targeted cannot survive for a second before losing consciousness.

Jenkins attributes this to the special nature of his soul.

Women's blasphemy only forms a coin that is so illusory that it is almost transparent, perhaps not even a thousandth of it. The brief fight went unnoticed by neighbors, and Jenkins bent down to reward the cat with a scratch on its chin before dragging the woman back into her home.

It so happened that Miss Audrey had just given her a rope, and now it was perfect for tying someone up.

The woman was still unconscious, her body twitching unconsciously. Jenkins tied her tightly to a wooden rocking chair, tested her weak breathing, pinched Renzhong hard, and then took a bowl of water and poured it on her face, but she still didn't wake up.

"These are terrible."

I didn't use the knowledge grant because I was afraid that she would faint and not be able to ask for a confession. I didn't expect that profanity production would also be such an overkill ability. He originally thought that just like he did when he was in the train puzzle, he would be able to recover after his ability ended.

Jenkins looked at this house. It was a typical slum house. Although it had the necessary toilet, kitchen and bedroom, the area was not very large. The walls at home have never been painted, and because they have been used for too long, they have turned a light yellow color.

Failure to turn off the gas light in the room would only arouse suspicion. Jenkins leaned against the wall and searched for letters and other items in the room, but found nothing except a fancy clear glass bottle among the wall tiles behind the kitchen cupboard.

"A witch's house again?"

Looking at the familiar pattern on the bottle containing the poison, Jenkins frowned. This illegal organization likes to collude with the upper class to weave conspiracies, and targeting Marquis Michael this time is in line with their style of doing things.

"There shouldn't be no letters. Did they burn them after reading them? Or to be honest..."

"Meow!"

Chocolate standing at the window suddenly screamed. Jenkins followed its voice and looked out the window. The Eye of Reality was still open. Two more benefactors came outside, one was level 4 and the other was level 5. They had no special items on them. .

"Good kitty!"

He complimented quietly, looking around at the decoration and furniture in the room, and immediately had an idea.

Chapter 285 Chapter 281 The Body of Shadow

He stood there and looked at the dishes in the kitchen cupboard, and then observed the decoration in the house. He was basically sure that this woman did not live alone.

Tiptoeing to the corner farthest from the door, he hid on the side of the simple bookshelf, holding a pistol in one hand and a cane in the other.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and accompanied by the conversation of the two women, a black shadow appeared behind Jenkins, waiting quietly.

"Three, two, one."

The moment they opened the door, there was a bang, and the entire front half of the house was blown apart.

"Damn it, why is it so powerful! This is a dangerous house!"

He cursed the city staff in his mind, protected his head from being hit by falling tiles, then raised his pistol and shot at the location where he remembered the door.

Screams and commotion could be heard around the house, and neighbors were also alerted.

"Why did it become like this again!"

After the tiles finally stopped falling, more than half of the walls of the low house collapsed, leaving only the beams and dozens of lucky tiles on the roof, and the cold wind poured into the house.