The Master of the Strange Realm

He tried to act like he was interested rather than particularly concerned.

"Well, let me do the math. The kingdom's official reward, the Zhengshen Church's reward, and the reward from the victim's family, the three of them add up... about 190 pounds, maybe 200 pounds, but I Can not be sure."

"Gudong!"

Jenkins swallowed. 200 gold pounds in cash was enough for a wealthy family to have a fulfilling and happy long-distance winter trip. But he knew very well that those colorful pieces of paper would never fall into his hands.

"I don't think the twin devil will go and get it, right?"

He said this with mixed feelings.

"Yes."

Captain Binsi put away the receipt, took the box in his hand, and put on his old yellow hat: "That person seems unwilling to deal with the Zhengshen Church. According to the general rules, if the reward ends like this, both the church and the police station will Keep it for one year. If no one claims it after one year, half will be returned to the public and half will be donated.”

Chapter 297 Chapter 292 Kindness

Until Captain Binsey was sent to the door of the store, Jenkins watched his figure walking into the smoke, still thinking about those gold pounds in his heart.

But in fact, although he was worried about being discovered, he could not claim the reward. But even if he wasn't worried about this, he still couldn't prove that he was the twin devil. Unless the soul emblem or similar ability is released, but Jenkins is not the kind of person who will do anything for gold pounds.

"Perhaps for the next book, we can choose a protagonist like Grandet."

He tried to distract himself with such thoughts, but he actually wanted to make more money through his side business of writing books. Now my pockets are empty and I have less than 300 gold pounds at my disposal. Although his house is only at this price, no, now that there are no rumors of being haunted, it will probably be more expensive, but the house cannot be liquidated, otherwise one person and one cat will have to sleep on the street.

Jenkins spent the evening feeling melancholy about the future. He actually didn't care much about the three women he killed, especially after knowing what the criminal records of these three people were. It will take a long time for the night watchers to investigate the reason why the Witch's House came to Nolan. During this period, Jenkins does not want to have any connection with this matter.

In order to wait for his father, or to understand what happened, he deliberately stayed late, but the old man was still nowhere to be seen.

Counting the time, the maid hired by the family was almost here, so she could only wake up the cat sleeping in front of the fireplace and prepare to leave.

"Damn weather!"

Jenkins muttered, locked the front door of the antique store with an iron lock, then patted the cat huddled on his chest to keep it from moving around, and then walked into the smoke that shrouded the city.

As winter approaches, factories seem to produce more waste gas. The gloomy weather combined with the choking fog made visibility very low in the evening.

Under the clothes that others cannot see, red flames overflow from the man's pores and then adhere to the body surface to increase body temperature. After the two gifts are fused, the candle's flame can switch between "healing" and "burning" at any time. It's not a clear boundary like a game, but it's just a matter of Jenkins' thoughts. As long as the spirit in his body is sufficient, he can control the flames to emerge from the body surface in different ways at any time.

A short figure loomed at the intersection ahead, and Jenkins slowed down. When I got closer, I realized that it was a little girl selling flowers.

"It looks familiar."

With this thought in his mind, he subconsciously stopped. Some people were attacked by wild dogs when they were young, so they would take detours when they saw wild dogs as adults. Jenkins was almost in the same situation now, except that he encountered creatures that were countless times cuter and scarier than wild dogs.

"I remembered."

Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief. He was here last time when he met this little girl on the way to his father's antique store. He even threw some money to her. He didn't expect to meet her again this time.

The girl in front of her was wearing a patched and generous coat. Due to her short stature, her coat almost touched the ground. Probably because it was too cold, the girl leaned against the metal pipe on the low wall behind her, stood there shivering, and looked at every passerby with her eyes.

The shoes on his feet exposed his toes, and a handful of withered hair seemed to be tied with withered grass. If judged by the general conditions in the slums of Nolan City, the girl's pale complexion was partly due to the weather and partly due to severe malnutrition. There is no concept of child labor in this era. In fact, being able to make money with your own hands without breaking the law is a sign of luck. Selling newspapers, flowers, and gluing matchboxes are all things that children can do with their skills and abilities.

But if she unfortunately gets sick due to the cold this winter, it almost means that she will never see the sunshine next spring.

Although the Nolan Municipal Government and the Orthodox Church will conduct charity activities or open some buildings to accommodate the poor during the winter, these are far from enough compared with the huge slum population in Nolan.

Jenkins stood hesitantly outside the psychological safety range, but felt unsafe and took a few steps back. He looked at the girl who was leaning against the pipe to keep warm in the distance. Then he walked to the other side of the street pretending to be natural, but peeked over there from time to time.

"She won't be on this road all winter...I pass by here every day."

Thinking of this, Jenkins stopped by the wall on the other side of Fifth Queen's Road, then unbuttoned a few buttons in the middle of his coat and pulled out the extremely reluctant Chocolate.

First, he took out a 10-pound note from his pocket, but then shook his head quickly, patted his head, and put almost 3 pounds of broken notes, all shillings and pence, into a small cloth bag that originally contained the talisman.

"Over there."

He put the cloth bag in front of the cat, and she turned her head to look at the shivering flower girl, then looked at the things at her feet, called out reluctantly, lowered her head and bit the thin rope that tied the cloth bag.

Jenkins stood there, watching Chocolate stop, and waited until a carriage carrying an old gentleman passed by before running across the street. In the girl's frightened and puzzled expression, he threw the cloth bag at her feet, and then ran back quickly with his tail swishing.

The flower girl looked at the things under her feet hesitantly. Perhaps she had misunderstood something. She not only did not move forward but also retreated. But when she saw the cat being picked up by Jenkins, she squatted down carefully to pick it up. After opening it and seeing the banknotes, she seemed to be frightened again, and looked at Jenkins in horror.

"Well, I may have been misunderstood."

He thought so. Some flower girls in this era are still working in improper industries part-time. But unexpectedly, the girl stretched her head to look at him again, and then bowed quickly, as if she recognized this gentleman from last time. She wanted to come over to thank him, but was stopped by Jenkins who was also frightened.

Jenkins pointed at the girl, waved his hand quickly, and walked away along the wall holding the chocolate.

"Sir, may God bless you!"

He naturally couldn't hear the young girl behind him praying in a low voice. After repeating it three times, she saw that there was no one around, and ran quickly to the alley on the side. He hid the bag and most of the banknotes in the garbage, leaving only a 1-shilling note at the bottom of the flower basket, and then returned to the original flower selling position.

Through the evening mist, Jenkins's hurried figure could no longer be seen, and the girl could only silently bless him in her heart:

"Thank you, sir."

Chapter 298 Chapter 293 Two Magic Eyes

Looking back, the girl's figure could no longer be seen. Jenkins slowed down his pace, straightened his chest and felt warm in his heart. Of course, it was also possible that he was because of the chocolate moving around in his chest.

Giving away the money was also a good thing, but he hoped that the girl would not sell flowers here again after taking the money.

"Meow~"

Chocolate called softly.

If Jenkins could understand meow language, then he would definitely understand that Chocolate meant that this was the first step for the false god to have shallow believers and start the journey of collecting faith.

Jenkins did not go home immediately, but went to the place agreed with Miss Magic to check whether she had restored the ceremony.

Due to the chance encounter a few days ago, he already knew that Miss Magic's real name was Agnes Howard, and the chosen transaction location was quite far from Howard Detective Agency. This was also a place far away from Jenkins' residence, but it would not take too long to walk there.

The destination was a two-story building facing the street, with two rows of external brass pipes on the outside. There was a balcony without an outer roof on the second floor of the building. He pretended to pass by and looked up. The number of flower pots placed on the balcony was 3, which was an odd number, which meant that Miss Magic's work was not yet completed.

He sighed, turned around at the intersection in front, and turned to leave.

Tomorrow is Saturday. Perhaps for this reason, there are still some pedestrians on the road even when it is getting dark. Most of them are bachelors who want to have some fun. Taverns or brothels are probably their destinations tonight, but there are also others with different purposes.

A middle-aged gentleman wearing a long windbreaker, a hat, and a walking stick passed Jenkins on the street corner. The man turned to the east street, while Jenkins continued his steps.

"Male, level 5 gifter, left eye is the magic eye."

He continued to walk forward without changing his expression, and then suddenly turned into an alley. Pretending to check the graffiti on the wall, in a blink of an eye, relying on the real eye to see through the wall and see the spiritual light, Jenkins immediately saw the position of the man just now, and he was still moving forward. According to Jenkins' understanding of this area, he should have left the main road and entered the alley.

After standing there for a few minutes, he confirmed that the middle-aged gentleman had no intention of moving forward here, so he chased after him without hesitation. Seeing that there was no one around, he took out the pistol and raised it, pulled the safety bolt and pointed it forward.

People with magic eyes are not necessarily cultists, but they always have to be confirmed for safety. Since they ran into each other head-on, they should not retreat, but he had made plans and would never have a head-on conflict. It was enough to just fall far behind and find out what he was trying to do.

Even though he knew that this kind of alley was synonymous with garbage street, the situation here was a bit too much. Jenkins had to cover his nose with his free left hand. Because he had to stare at the light spots, he didn't even know what the soft thing under his feet was.

Goddess bless him, he didn't want to know.

The man was obviously not familiar with the terrain of this area. He kept turning in the alley, but in fact, the straight-line distance he moved was not far. Although Jenkins was chasing him closely, he also reminded himself to be careful.

The magic eye and the ability light that represented the man's position suddenly stopped, then quickly rotated and rose. Jenkins' left arm was against the brick wall, and he exhaled two large breaths of cold air. The irritating air gave his lungs a burning feeling, but his mind was more focused.

"One, two, three!"

At the moment when he counted to three in his mind, he stuck his head out and quickly retracted it.

"Very good, an unfinished four-story building."

Yes, the man was actually climbing up the unfinished stairs without even looking down.

"What is he going to do?"

Jenkins really couldn't figure it out. Even if he wanted to escape, he shouldn't run to that kind of place. There were low bungalows nearby. If he tried to jump off the roof to get rid of the pursuit, he should have jumped at a similar height. But he had now passed the third floor and came to two-thirds of the house frame.

In other words, this person went to that location for another purpose.

At this moment, he wanted to have the ability to predict in advance to know whether the next action would cause big/trouble.

But fantasy is useless. Gritting his teeth, Jenkins rushed out with his back bent. Without the worry of bullets from above, he ran to the external iron staircase outside the house without any decoration.

The man was no longer moving. Looking up, he stood at the top of the house where even the scaffolding had not been removed.

"Don't make a sound!"

Jenkins first spoke softly to his chest. After feeling the creeping, he tiptoed up the external iron staircase of the unfinished four-story building.

If it was not necessary, Jenkins would never use this rusty and dangerous item. He felt that it was entirely possible that this thing would collapse in the next second.

But fortunately, with the position of the man on the roof, unless he lay on the stair railing and looked down, he could not see Jenkins climbing. He was now in the middle of the second floor, shrinking in the corner of the corner platform, and the rusty iron plate as a step would cover him.

"Oh? Two magic eyes?"

Observing again, he got a new discovery. It was probably some kind of extremely thick wall that blocked his sight. He finally got around it while moving constantly. Jenkins found that there was a magic eye-shaped aura at the lower part of the middle-aged gentleman, probably at his feet, and it was actually a black aura!

He was so scared that he dared not move. He held the cold and prickly iron railing with his left hand, and suddenly stretched half of his body out from the edge of the stairs and then suddenly retracted it.

Through the thin smoke was the gloomy sky, and there was a man lying at the feet of the middle-aged gentleman. Due to the angle, Jenkins only saw the shiny leather shoes and half of his legs, but he was motionless, and he didn't know whether he was unconscious or dead.

Jenkins swallowed his saliva, thinking that it would be better to report this matter directly to the church. Anyway, Miss Befanna had arrived in Nolan this morning.

But before he could act, he saw a walnut-sized object suddenly fall from the building, and then he heard the man on the roof say:

"I know you are awake, Mr. Stuller, there is no point in playing this game. I have some strange abilities. Now my eyes can not only see you, but also directly monitor the downstairs. No police will come to rescue you, and even if they come, it will be useless."

Chapter 299 Chapter 294 The Story of the Magic Eye

Jenkins looked down and saw another eyeball-shaped object with a faint yellow aura.

"Damn, is this a shared vision ability?"

"Damn, you devil! You demon!"

Mr. Stuller panted and yelled, and then Jenkins heard the sound of flesh hitting and the man's painful groaning from above.

"Devil? No, no, no, the devil is 10,000 times more terrifying than me. How can a mortal like me be compared with the devil?"

Although he said so, his words were full of irony.

After a dragging sound, the voice of the middle-aged gentleman came again: "Let's stop talking nonsense, Mr. Stuller. You are such an honest man, and the address just now is indeed your home. Now tell me, where did this magical eye of yours come from?"

"You devil, no, oh, my Lisa, my Mia!"

There was the sound of fists and feet again. Jenkins huddled in the corner in the cold wind, not wanting to imagine what happened to Mr. Stuller.

"I didn't kill them, but if your answer doesn't satisfy me, I don't think I will satisfy you either."

"I said, I really don't know, this eye that can see fragments of the future really appeared suddenly. Yes, at the beginning of this year, I had a weird dream, and it appeared after I woke up."

"So, you relied on this eye to advance from a poor boy in the slums to the middle class in half a year, and also changed your wife?"

"Yes, sir, it's true. I swear, I didn't tell a lie! No, don't throw me down, really, oh, for God's sake..."

Something else fell from Jenkins' side, it was a black wallet. If Jenkins hadn't held a gun in one hand and a cane in the other, he would have subconsciously caught it.

"Yes, my eyes tell me that what you said is indeed 'true'. But this is only what you think is true, so has that eye completely corrupted your soul?"

"Sir, please pull me back, I really don't know anything!"

A rustling sound came from above, followed by a long silence. Jenkins heard from the middle-aged gentleman that the magic eye on the ground now shared his vision, while the magic eye he still had could judge lies.

"But what does it mean to corrode the soul?"

The weird magic eye must not be simple. Once the black aura appears, it must represent the occurrence of strange phenomena. There are also some strange things about the captured man.

"It seems that taking your eyes is really a troublesome thing."

"Sir, if you want to take away this eye that sees through the future, please take it away. I won't resist, but please don't hurt my family again."

"It's not up to us to take this eye. It's this eye that chooses you. But do you really think that its function is to see through the future?"

The middle-aged gentleman's tone was a bit of a bad taste, which was very similar to Jenkins' tone when he was playing with a cat.

"The association we belong to is called the Magic Eye Collection Association. This means that I know more types of special eyes. As for yours, hum~ A-03-02-4491, the resentful eyeball of a suicide, it has nothing to do with prophecy."

"You, what do you mean?"

Jenkins couldn't see the expression of poor Mr. Stuller, but he felt that his face must be ugly.

Things seemed to have changed. I thought it would be something like A-10-1-0230, [Parchment from the Future], but it seems not.

"Let me tell you some interesting news. These are all things that happened in Nolan in the past six months. Speaking of which, in order to find you, I turned over the Nolan Daily Edition, the Kingdom Gazette, and the Defender many times. The following is the first news."