The Master of the Strange Realm

"Don't look like that, Jenkins, it will only make you look more like a child. You look young enough already!"

After moving the luggage into the dark carriage, Jenkins smelled the strong smell of blood in the carriage.

"Are you really sure that you can avoid the driver's 'fare'?"

Because the coachman was right next to him, Jenkins didn't dare to speak too clearly.

"Don't worry, I know some very secret knowledge..."

She thought about it for a moment, and as if she had figured something out, she stood in front of the carriage and smiled softly:

"Some monsters are extremely special. Most of these special monsters have their own intelligence and can communicate effectively. There are also some that have no intelligence, such as the A-02-4-3868 I encountered three years ago. Haunted pay toilets.

There is a special type of currency recognized by them that can be exchanged for the help of these special monsters. A-01-0-5001 to A-01-0-5017, seventeen kinds of sin coins, I am referring to them. "

As she spoke, she took out two delicate pink round coins from her pocket, asked Jenkins to observe them, and then handed them to the coachman.

The driver quietly stretched out his withered arm wrapped in bandages, clenched his fist, and put the coin back into his pocket.

"This is the Gem of Lust, which was discovered three years ago when exploring an ancient tomb from the 13th Era. Since you are the benefactor of the Church of the Sage, you should be able to find the relevant introduction in the library, but the number of sin coins It’s very rare and no one knows how to make it, which is a shame.”

This is the answer to the question worth two hundred thousand pounds, and now Jenkins can get the answer for free.

He had guessed the purpose of the sin coins a long time ago, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

"Wait, let's put it this way, if I had the guilt coin when I met the little girl A-01-2-0198, wouldn't I be able to..."

Miss Miller had already boarded the carriage, and the coachman raised his whip and was ready to set off.

"Then let's say goodbye here. Please apologize to Audrey for me. I don't have time to say goodbye to her."

She shook the spiritual magnet in her hand: "This stone is very interesting. I will probably be able to reach Nolan tomorrow, so see you tomorrow night!"

"See you tomorrow, have a good trip!"

Not caring about other things, he stood on tiptoes, hugged Miss Miller through the car window, and then stood in the snow and waved goodbye.

The wheels turned slowly, but did not leave any rut marks in the snow. Miss Miller poked her head out of the carriage window again:

"I went to Lunen this time to visit Mr. J.W., who made significant contributions to "A Brief Introduction to Advanced Mathematics" and "Principles of Probability and Statistics." I think he should be the most powerful mathematician of this era. But I think this gentleman’s research on mathematics may not be better than yours. After the visit, I will return to Nolan and we can discuss those interesting problems together. Goodbye, Jenkins!”

"Mr. J.W?"

This was the first time that Jenkins heard her mention the reason for going to Loen, and the familiar initials made him stunned.

Seeing the expression on Jenkins' face, Miss Miller, who poked her head out of the window frame, was also stunned: "What's wrong? Wait, J.W., could this be..."

The carriage drove quietly into the void, and the woman's voice echoed in the deserted streets. Jenkins was left with a surprised expression on his face, raising his hands to look at the empty streets and dark street scenes covered with snow.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

He asked towards the open space, pausing every word.

I returned home in a stunned mood, and after hurriedly finishing my dinner with Chocolate, I wanted to take a look at the information brought out from the basement of Bonton Winery, but I didn't expect that Miss Delly rang the doorbell very punctually.

"Miss Miller is gone."

He stood in the foyer and let the woman in, helped her put the umbrella away next to the clothes hanger by the door, and then said very directly.

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Chapter 353 Chapter 348 The Death of the Playwright

Miss Audrey's face showed an expression of surprise, and then immediately turned sad again.

Only then did Jenkins realize that there was some ambiguity in the sentence just now:

"Oh, I mean, we ran into A-11-2-3301 when we came back just now. Ha, Miss Miller has been looking for so long, but she didn't expect to find it this way in the end. She has already set off for Loen , let me apologize to you for not having time to say goodbye."

The woman glanced at him, and for a moment her flashing expression gave Jenkins the illusion that she was about to reach out and hit him:

"It's nothing, but what you said just now really scared me."

The two sat down in the living room. Although today is Wednesday, so many things have happened and night classes have been cancelled. Jenkins does not have to worry about missing the teaching time.

"Is everything going well?"

"It's going well. I'll go to Mr. Pisco's place later. He probably won't last long. I need to confirm whether the thing I solved is the cause of the so-called disaster."

"I will conduct divination again tomorrow. I have applied to the church for a special prop. I hope it will be useful."

Miss Audrey didn't spend too long here to chat. She came here mainly to confirm whether Jenkins and Miller's plan was going well. Before leaving, she told Jenkins not to forget about the astronomy class starting next week, so they could talk in more depth about what happened "today."

Shortly after Miss Audrey left, Jenkins set out for Mr. Pisco's house without taking any rest.

It is very fortunate that this gentleman is still alive.

When I saw him, the middle-aged playwright was sitting on the bed, his body covered with a thick blue-gray striped quilt.

His face was pale, and even if the gas lamp was directly above the bedside, the light could not make his expression any better.

"A lot of things happened today... The, huh, movements you made, even me, who can't go out, can see it."

Jenkins didn't know what to say. The gentleman might not have much longer.

"Is everything going well?"

Mr. Pisco asked the same question.

"Fortunately, I at least did everything I could."

"That's good, Mr. Willamt, just don't leave any regrets. I can't tell whether what you did is right or wrong, but that's all I have to do."

After saying this, both of them fell silent.

After a long time, Jenkins handed him the teacup on the bedside and asked again:

"Mr. Pisco, do you have any regrets in this life?"

"Probably not."

As he spoke, he laughed weakly:

"My whole life is for this moment, yes, no regrets..."

"you......"

The transparent body gradually began to return to its original appearance, and along with it, the man began to breathe heavily.

"I have no regrets, yes, no. Mr. Williamte, I have bought a cemetery. My friends also know that I have a terminal illness. If you have time, please attend my funeral."

His cloudy brown eyes seemed to sparkle, and Jenkins nodded slowly.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

he asked again.

"Go ahead, Mr. Williamte. There is still a long road ahead. I hope fate can always guide you. The meaning of my life is only to provide you with this trivial help. I will help you in your future journey." There will be more victims, but don’t look back and keep going..."

His left hand stretched out from the quilt, holding half a piece of paper that seemed to have been bitten by an animal. Jenkins stretched out his hand to catch it, but the hand only reached halfway before hanging down.

Half of the blank page of [Epic of Time] slowly turned into white light spots with this movement and disappeared into the air.

"Mr. Pisco?"

Jenkins shouted softly, stood up, bent down to test his breath, and felt the pulse on his neck.

"Thanks."

He stood beside the bed and whispered.

It is no longer important whether Mr. Pisco is an ordinary soul selected by that piece of paper, or whether he is the soul born from the paper.

Seeing that his left hand was still hanging by the bed, he opened the quilt and put that hand in as well. Only then did I realize that the middle-aged man was still holding a photo frame in his right hand, and the photo frame was pressed above his heart by that hand.

He hesitated, apologized softly, and took the frame out of his hands.

In the photo, a young girl with long hair is holding a straw hat on her head with her right hand, smiling happily at the camera. In the background are large flower fields and mill windmills.

In the lower left corner of the photo, written in pen:

Dear Andesia

Judging by the age and poor photography of this black and white photo, it's at least thirty years old.

"Look, you still lied, and you have regrets."

He whispered, closing his eyes and sighing, placing the photo back into the corpse's hands.

With sadness, Jenkins informed his landlady of Mr. Pisco's death.

She covered her mouth and cried softly, but she wasn't very surprised. As Mr. Pisco said, he has arranged his posthumous affairs very properly, whether it is the funeral, tomb or inheritance, they have been well disposed of.

Even things like those I bought from my dad’s antique shop, I still had the remaining payment left over.

To avoid getting into trouble, Jenkins left and returned home before Mr. Pisco's friends arrived.

Standing in the darkness at the corner of the street, holding on to the cold brick wall, he looked back at the apartment building again. Jenkins couldn't describe what kind of man that was, and he didn't want to think about what kind of life he had, because it was all over.

I couldn't let it go for a long time. When I got home, I flicked my wrist to throw a ball of flame into the fireplace, and then sat on the sofa.

The gas was not turned on, and only the fire in the grate shone upon his face.

The coat was already hanging on the hanger in the foyer. Chocolate jumped onto the sofa with cat steps, and obediently lay on the man's knee for him to stroke.

"It was a fun day, but so tiring."

He said to Chocolate, who squinted his eyes and enjoyed the touch, paying no attention to him.

"Mr. Pisco is right, his death was valuable, and man is destined to die once, perhaps less than..."

He thought of many things, including the documents he had brought out from the Pontoon Winery but had not yet carefully checked, the stack of secret letters from congressmen that Miss Miller had entrusted to him before leaving, Miss Audrey's course, and finally the slightly smiling face of Mr. Pisco before his death and the old photo in his hand.

He was so tired that pictures flashed before his eyes, his eyelids drooped a little bit, and finally he tilted his head and fell asleep on the sofa.

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Chapter 354 Chapter 349 The real cause of the disaster

Unable to feel the touch from above, Chocolate opened a cat pupil and glanced upward, then stood up from Jenkins' knees and shook the fur on his body.

It jumped off the man swiftly, came back to its senses and stared at him with its bright eyes for a while, then let out a soft "meow~", and then tiptoed out of the living room, and nimbly went out through the small door under the door.

It was still snowing in the dark night, and because the curtains were not drawn, the flames of the indoor fireplace could not illuminate the outside.

It waved its claws twice at the house of the widow who lived alone next door with a little hostility, and then quickly got into the shadows.

When it reappeared, it had come to the entrance of the alley closest to Dad's antique shop.

When the carriage passed by, the kerosene lamp used for lighting beside the coachman happened to form a small shadow at the entrance of the alley, and the cat got out from there.

It stepped on the snow and walked along the deserted Fifth Queen's Avenue, and soon came to the door of Dad's antique shop.

Dad is not in the shop now. So many things have happened today, and there are still many places where he is needed.

Although the door was locked, it couldn't stop Chocolate. It passed through the wall, through the floor, and came to the storage room just below the counter. It looked around and found a round stone ball.

The cat's paw easily broke through the father's complex protection measures and moved the stone ball to its side.

The cat lowered its head and used its two front paws to move it back and forth, with a serious expression. After a while, some dark lines appeared on the surface of the stone ball.

It stopped its movements, waved its paws to let the stone ball float beside it, and then took it back home. Jenkins still kept leaning on the sofa, breathing steadily and slowly.

Although he was only wearing a white shirt, he was very close to the fireplace, so it shouldn't be very cold. The man's young face shone brightly in the firelight. Chocolate stared at him with wide eyes for a long time before suddenly realizing what he was going to do.

It rolled up the ball with its furry tail, and then jumped onto Jenkins with it.

The man was startled, but he was too tired. He just touched Chocolate with dissatisfaction, and fell asleep again without even opening his eyes.

The cat's tail slowly stood up, and the end of the straight tail was a rolled-up stone ball. The stone cortex was peeling off, and the dust was swept away by the airflow from nowhere before it fell on the human and cat.

Finally, a huge black eyeball appeared in Chocolate's tail hair. It squirmed and wanted to escape, but after being shaken hard by Chocolate a few times, it became quiet.

The tip of the tail was close to Jenkins' heart, and the strange black eye showed a vicious look.

Black silk threads seeped out of the pupils, carefully passed through the fibers of the shirt and took root in the skin. Millions of open eyes appeared in the air, staring coldly at the sleeping person.

At this time, midnight arrived.