The Master of the Strange Realm

He laughed out loud, giving Jenkins, who was hiding underneath, goosebumps all over his body.

"Dandelion Winery was burned to the ground due to a fire during the Hidden Moon and the Red Rose Moon (May) this year. All the workers and managers working in the winery were burned to death, and a bottle containing jewelry and The safe containing 2,000 pounds of cash is missing. Mr. Stuart, does this sound familiar?"

"impossible!"

This sentence is the loudest sentence so far in this conversation.

"Impossible! I just left the winery, and Boss Dadelan even talked to me!"

He obviously didn't believe it.

Jenkins desperately injected spirit into his eyes, then raised his head and looked up. There were no traces of the undead where Si Tu Le's magic eye was. This was a living person.

"Oh, speaking of Mr. Dedeland, it's so miserable~ Two weeks after the incident at Dandelion Winery, poor Mr. Dedeland and his family were found dead in their home. Everyone's throats were cut with a knife, and the family's finances were also destroyed. It was all looted. Oh, by the way, the dead also included Mr. Dedeland's daughter. There was a photo of that girl in the newspaper. She was indeed a beautiful lady. I think that lady's suitors would definitely. It breaks my heart!”

He couldn't help but laugh, and the background sound was the howling wind and Si Tu Le's disbelieving question.

"How is it possible, how is it possible? Sylvia and I just last week..."

"Yes, the young and promising Mr. Stuart not only has a happy family, but also a beautiful little lover. What's even better is that the father of this beautiful lover who has no brothers and sisters, the generous Mr. Dedeland is also your lifesaver. Benefactor. I found out that he took you in and gave you a job when you were at your lowest. But what a pity. I found their family’s cemetery in the suburbs and even placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the grave. People were monitoring me and I didn’t have time to dig up the grave, but I’m pretty sure that there really were the neatly arranged corpses of a whole family…”

"Impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible. I know, this is the conspiracy of you, the devil, what exactly do you want to do? What exactly do you want to do? If you want this eye, take it quickly, don't Torture me again!"

The wind on the roof dispersed some of the sounds, but it was enough for Jenkins to hear what was going on. He was below the two of them, and he felt that this matter was getting more and more ridiculous the more he heard about it. Coupled with what the middle-aged gentleman said before about "corroding the soul", he probably guessed what happened.

"Poor, pitiful."

He said in his heart, not knowing whether he was pitying Mr. Si Tu Le or the many innocent people who died because of the magic eyes.

Chapter 300 Chapter 295 Suicide

Mr. Stuart's roar continued for a while, and while he was coughing desperately because his throat was injured, the middle-aged gentleman continued to explain what he had "seen and heard" in the newspaper.

Jenkins was still huddled there, and one of Chocolate's furry ears popped out from the gap between the buttons.

"In order to confirm my suspicion, after I just obtained your address, I went to check it. Obviously, there were only traces of your own life there. With some questions, I found your basement, where... ....”

Jenkins held his breath, he now understood how terrifying the monster eye was.

"You found the bodies of my wife and daughter?"

This answer was given by Mr. Stuart. It could be heard that he still couldn't believe it, but it was probably the facts in the newspaper that the middle-aged gentleman took out that made him have to accept it all.

"No, it's worse than that."

The gentleman's tone was full of pity, "I found a monster chained by alloy chains. Even our organization will not create such a thing because it is too ugly and has no intelligence. In fact, , most of the Gifters, um, yes, people like us, can perform rituals to create that kind of thing, forcibly merging the corpses of different creatures together, giving them greater regeneration and strength than ordinary levels. ”

"Then, then my..."

At this moment, Jenkins has made up his mind that even if he can get a useful trick in the future, he will never use it. He could imagine how desperate and sad Mr. Stuart felt on the unfinished rooftop above his head.

The middle-aged gentleman did not give Mr. Stuart a direct answer, but talked about something else.

"In fact, due to the many terrible things that have happened in this city in the past six months, there are a lot of people who have disappeared accidentally. The police and the church cannot completely count them, and there are dozens of inconspicuous cases, and you should be responsible for them. . Yes, the fusion monster in the basement does include what you think is your wife and daughter, but I have to remind you..."

A very vicious pause that tormented both the victim and the audience.

"You married that poor widow with the child after you obtained the magic eye. According to the results of my review of the city hall information, the widow did not register her marriage before and after her mother and daughter disappeared. In other words, even happiness The same goes for marriage..."

He didn't say the last few words, but both Mr. Jenkins and Mr. Stoeller understood.

"Let's sort out what happened. After an accident, the young Mr. Si Dule got an eye with magical power. He thought the eye could see through the future and embarked on the road to success. But in fact, Mr. Si Dule saw illusions. He killed his benefactor, constantly committed murders and robberies in the city, and even implicated me. Haha~, I just explained that it took a lot of effort to kill the monster you created. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many things in Nolan City in the second half of the year, you should have been discovered by the Orthodox Church. But now, your good Luck has finally run out..."

"What exactly is this eye?"

"A-03-02-4491, the resentful eyeball of a suicide. It contains the resentment of the suicide, the resentment towards the living. Those who get it will have their souls corroded by the eyeball step by step, and destroy everything they have in desire. In the end, it will let its owner see the truth of everything, and then lead the owner to the end of suicide. I think the reason I can't take it away is because the eye still hopes to get your soul and your resentment. "

"Is that so..."

In the wind, only Mr. Stuller's murmurs were left.

This matter is similar to what Jenkins originally imagined, although there are some differences in the details, but it is harmless. He can't comment on this matter, because it seems that everyone is a victim, even the middle-aged gentleman from the illegal cult organization, so far, has not caused any damage or gained anything in this matter.

Everything can only be blamed on the weird thing, but it is just a dead thing, a dead thing that cannot be effective if it is not used.

"Now please tell me where you got that eye."

After a moment of silence, the conversation continued, but Jenkins didn't want to listen anymore. He took two deep breaths, and the black robe changed his body shape. He held the cane and pistol tightly in his hands. He knew that Stuller's ending would only be suicide, and that moment was Jenkins' chance.

"I bought it. It was originally just a decorative wooden sculpture. Later, the sculpture broke and the eyeball fell out from the middle. The store that sold the sculpture was the souvenir shop in Sandy Lane. There was only one store there, and they also accepted stolen goods."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation, then please."

"Thank you."

This was a weak answer. Even if he didn't die today, he would probably be almost dead.

Opening the Eye of Truth and looking up, the owner of the black weird magic eye walked to the edge of the building step by step, and the gifter followed behind him.

"Did you really send flowers to Mr. Dadelan's family?"

"Yes, I don't need to lie to you, it's meaningless."

This was a pity-filled answer.

Mr. Stuller's body was getting closer and closer to the edge of the building. Without any hesitation, he fell directly from Jenkins' eyes.

The latter held his breath and ignored the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, watching the light spot representing the gifter approaching the edge of the building.

Bang~

At the moment when the middle-aged man leaned down to check the situation, Jenkins also squatted and stuck his head out to shoot bullets.

"Oops! It missed!"

The middle-aged gentleman instantly retracted his head, and the hat with bullets flew down against the wind, and then the light spot moved to the other side of the building. Now that the gun has been fired, there is no room for retreat. When Jenkins also rushed to the top of the building, the man from the Magic Eye Collection Association was standing on the side of the building, seemingly waiting for him.

"There is no grudge, shooting at me is a bit too much, isn't it?"

The man didn't look nervous at all, which made Jenkins doubt whether he had exposed his true level.

"You are a cultist, even if I throw a steam bomb at you, it's not too much."

Shooting is definitely not an option, this pistol cannot accurately shoot at distant targets. However, [Profane Production] has a distance limit, and [Knowledge Granting] requires a preparatory action. Now I can only move closer to him during the conversation and guard against his attack.

Section 301 Chapter 296 Is this also a last word?

On the rooftop, two men in black windbreakers confronted each other. Under their feet was the noisy city street. A hurried coachman appeared from one side with a carriage. The woman looking out of the window could not imagine what was happening above her head.

"No, no, no, I'm not a cultist."

"I've heard it, the Magic Eye Collection Association."

One step forward.

"Some of us do believe in that interesting great god, but I am not one of them."

He still had a relaxed expression. As he spoke, the temporary object on the ground for sharing vision flew straight up and merged into his palm.

The man showed Jenkins the eye that kept opening and closing on his left palm:

"You see, it's because of those people that our reputation is ruined. In fact, I have always been interested in collecting special eyes. Well, I may have killed people, but as a gift giver, who hasn't killed people?"

The distance is close enough.

As Jenkins's mind was triggered, two overlapping silver light bands appeared around him. The cane was swung violently, and a piece of silver with a faint glow suddenly flew out.

"I'll give you that eye. To be honest, this dangerous and boring eye doesn't suit my aesthetic taste."

He dodged the flying light by leaning to one side, and before Jenkins could get closer to activate [Profane Production], he jumped off the roof. His windbreaker was blown up by the wind, and he flew like a bat to the tall building in the distance, leaving only this sentence in the wind.

There was no sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the light in the Eye of Truth was moving rapidly toward the east, and disappeared from Jenkins' field of vision before he moved to the second floor.

There was only Mr. Stuller in the alley, and he was lying on the side of the external iron staircase, with black blood flowing from under his body.

"What is this?"

Jenkins looked at the roof and then at the body in front of him, and felt that the current development of this matter was at least not the worst result. He had no loss, because his appearance at the moment was fake.

He carefully observed the surroundings, and after confirming that the escaped man would not come back, he squatted down and turned Mr. Stuller's body over.

The yellow coat was open, and the metal buttons of the coat were completely dyed vermilion by blood, and only the concave and convex patterns could be barely recognized.

Jenkins put his hands together and muttered, "Don't blame me if there's anything strange." Just as he was about to open his eyelids, the hands suddenly moved and firmly grasped Jenkins' wrists.

"Not dead?!"

"Who... who are you?"

He asked intermittently, spitting blood foam. Jenkins' mouth trembled, and he asked such a question in his last moments.

"It doesn't matter who I am... do you still want to live?"

The cause of death of people who committed suicide by jumping off a building is nothing more than internal bleeding caused by the rupture of internal organs due to concussion. If he wanted to save them, at least he could prevent this unfortunate person from dying here.

Of course, Jenkins thought that this person probably didn't want to live either.

"Don't save me!"

Sure enough, Mr. Stuller's answer did not deviate from Jenkins' expectations at all. He even panicked at what Jenkins said.

This man seemed to have something stuck in his lungs, and his voice was very strange. Blood foam was sprayed out, dyeing the white shirt under the black suit red.

"Am I wrong?"

Hearing this kind of question, Jenkins now wanted to shake off the man's wrist and leave here immediately. This alley is connected to the avenue, and anyone can see the scene here by sticking their heads out.

But the magic eye he has cannot be ignored. This is a strange thing. If it is lost again, who knows what will happen. Jenkins feels that he will definitely be involved.

"Well... you are wrong, because you are unlucky to get that eye, so you killed so many people."

Lying is to deceive this poor man; telling the truth is to hit this poor man. Anyway, it is not a good choice. Fortunately, Jenkins told the truth. Moreover, for those innocent people who died because of him, this answer is not cruel.

He squatted beside the man, only to feel that the wind passing through the alley was particularly cold, the cat was crawling in his chest, and Jenkins missed his fireplace.

"Bad luck? Yes, I shouldn't have walked into that store in the first place, and I shouldn't have stolen other people's things..."

Mr. Stuller said miserably, as if there was a mouthful of thick phlegm in his throat.

"Hey, didn't you buy that eye in the souvenir shop?"

Before Jenkins could ask the question, he felt the rough hand that grabbed his wrist slowly loosen and fell to the ground.

He was dead.

A strange phenomenon occurred immediately, and the body suddenly began to twitch on the ground. Black blood vessels protruded from the body surface, like patterns and vines, and these vines were connected to the open right eye of the body.

Yes, after Stuller died, his left eye was closed and his right eye was open, and his eyeballs were spinning wildly in his eye sockets.

Jenkins immediately stepped back, but fortunately, the body was just changing by itself.

The rotating eyeballs seemed to be extracting something from the body, and the black blood vessels were throbbing. In the vision of the Eye of Truth, as the black aura became stronger and stronger, a gray smoke emerged from the sky above the body. Countless roaring faces emerged from the surface of the gray fog, and Jenkins even saw Mr. Stuller's face.

But all the faces could not escape from the gray fog. Finally, the gray fog spun like a whirlwind and rushed into the eyeball.

When everything settled, the corpse twitched a few times, the limbs curled inward, the head tilted to one side, the blood vessels on the surface of the skin returned to normal, and the eyeballs stopped moving.

Jenkins held the cane and waited for a few seconds. The body facing up trembled again. As the trembling occurred, the magic eye in the eye socket fell into the dirty mud with some nerve bundles, and then somehow rolled to the side of Jenkins' leather shoes.

The white of the eye was stained with mud, and the brown eyes stared at the man who looked down at it.

Even though he knew that this was something that could never be used, once the eyes looked at him, there was still a vague impulse urging Jenkins. His soul was so strong that it was still like this, so the tragedy of Stuller was actually unavoidable from the beginning.

Not daring to touch the magic eye directly, Jenkins tore a piece of cloth from the body next to him and wrapped the eyeball. The eyeball lying on the cloth moved a few times in the palm of the hand, and somehow turned to the side, with the pupil facing Jenkins again.

Chapter 302 Chapter 297 Entangled Conspiracy

"Meow~"

Chocolate struggled to get out of Jenkins' chest and roared at the eyeball. Jenkins quickly calmed the cat down, wondering if his own kitten was very sensitive to this "dirty thing".

"Murder!"

Just as Chocolate got back in, another voice came from the alley. Looking up, three young men wearing jackets with faint tattoos on their sleeves looked at the body at the stairs and the eyeball held by Jenkins with fear on their faces, while more people were gathering on the avenue outside.

"I knew it..."