The Master of the Strange Realm

Miss Miller frowned and shouted. She usually has a very easy-going personality, but when doing things related to mathematics, she really hates being interrupted.

Walking in were the maid who had just brought tea to the two of them and another young woman. She was walking in a hurry, and even though she was wearing a scarf, her face was still red from the cold. This must be a visiting guest.

"Miss Miller."

Seeing that there was a man here, the woman was obviously stunned, but when she saw the table full of papers and the kitten lying lazily next to her, she realized that it was not what she thought.

"Sorry to bother you so late. Have you seen my lady today?"

Speak very quickly.

"Miss Dolores Kingsley? Sorry, Julia, she didn't come to visit today. What happened?"

If Jenkins remembers correctly, the current queen of the Hampavo Kingdom was named Kingsley before she got married, and her father was the duke of her country.

"It seems that Miss Miller's friend is a nobleman."

I thought with some surprise.

"Sorry to bother you, I'll look elsewhere."

After she finished speaking, she turned to leave, but Miss Miller winked at Jenkins, then immediately stood up and chased after him.

"What's the meaning?"

Unfortunately, the last thing Jenkins is good at is reading a woman's mind.

"Do you want me to stay, follow, or something else?"

After being stunned for a few seconds, he waved to the chocolate, and the cat immediately jumped into the man's arms.

He quickly walked out of the room and asked the maid, and sure enough he found the women standing in the snow talking in the atrium.

Julia looked like she was about to cry, while Miss Miller comforted her softly.

"My friend is missing. Sorry, that's all for tonight's seminar."

As she spoke, she blinked at Jenkins again, and this time Jenkins miraculously understood the meaning in her eyes.

"Do you need my help?"

"this......"

Miss Miller turned around and looked at Julia in embarrassment: "Although I am a detective, it would be better for me to be accompanied by a man when traveling so late. My friend is good at fighting and firearms, so he should be able to act as a bodyguard for the time being."

Julia wiped her tears and thanked Jenkins and Miss Miller:

"What is my name for this gentleman?"

"Hercule Poirot."

Before Jenkins could answer, Miss Miller gave her pseudonym.

In the mathematics seminar, the two also expressed their opinions on current detective novels. Jenkins severely laughed at today's novelists, and then explained some stories using the names of Sherlock Holmes and Poirot. Unexpectedly, she actually remember.

The maid Julia finally accepted Miss Miller's help. After briefly explaining the situation, she led the two of them to a carriage that was very ordinary in appearance but amazingly luxurious inside.

Of course, even Jenkins could see that the disappearance of Miss Dolores Kingsley seemed a bit strange, because the maid Julia still refused to tell the two of her schedule for today.

She was worried that she had eloped with someone else. This kind of plot is not just a story. Nolan has had such a scandal recently. But the great writer's emotional intelligence has greatly improved recently, and he knows that speaking out such speculations on such occasions will only offend people.

When you think about it, Miss Kingsley's disappearance probably only happened for an hour, and it would seem a little neurotic for Julia to be so nervous.

After a little inquiry, in addition to the three accidents, there are also some other "trustworthy people" who were sent to check where Miss Kingsley might be. If she still can't be found within three hours, I'm afraid they will have to notify The Duke searched together.

And Miss Miller was able to intervene in this matter because of her status as "Nolan's famous detective". I don't know what means she used, but she easily gained the trust of the maid.

It was obvious that Julia was still hiding a lot of things, and she was originally unwilling to let Jenkins come, but Miss Miller's words solved everything.

Chapter 387 Chapter 382: Cheating and Making Friends

The wheels made a squeaking sound as they ran over the snow, and the carriage carried the three people to an inconspicuous street.

Julia led the two "detectives" out of the car and stepped into the alley through snow and garbage. The three of them covered their noses together.

"The lady was originally going to meet me here, but I haven't seen her after waiting for a long time, and there are no footprints around here... What are you looking at?"

In Julia's eyes, the man and woman were holding kerosene lamps and looking seriously at the wall at the end of the alley.

There were some malicious and dirty graffiti on the walls, and the garbage piled in the corner gave off an even more unbearable stench.

In the eyes of Jenkins and Miss Miller, endless white light was emitting from the light door on the wall. Deep in the light, someone seemed to be watching them.

"Did you arrange this too?"

He rubbed his arm against the woman's sleeve and asked softly.

"How is it possible that if I have this kind of ability, I still have to put all my effort into planning? Also, what happened tonight has nothing to do with me at all. My plan hasn't started yet. But that's fine... ..”

After saying that, she signaled Jenkins to stop talking and turned to look at the confused maid Julia.

"Excuse me, what are you looking at?"

she asked quietly, afraid of disturbing the detective's thoughts.

"We can probably guess where Miss Dolores Kingsley went."

The maid immediately took two steps forward and grabbed Miss Miller's hand: "Excuse me..."

"But please wait a moment. The current situation may be a bit special. Please answer me a question honestly. This question is very important."

Jenkins took a step closer to the two women without leaving any trace.

"Miss Kingsley, are you the Giver?"

"Ah~"

A exclamation broke out from Julia's mouth, but was quickly suppressed. She looked at the two people warily, and subconsciously stretched her right hand to her waist.

A professional maid after all, she was instantly ready for what was to come.

"Don't be nervous. If she is the Giver, then you should also know some things. For example..."

He took a step to the side to get out of sight, and then pointed at the wall: "The strange place."

She didn't show any doubts, she just looked at him inquiringly.

"You two..."

"Yes, we are all unregistered Gifters, but at a very low level."

It seems that Miss Miller's ability to tell lies is no worse than Jenkins'.

Thinking of this, he also nodded seriously to the maid Julia. Miss Miller took off her black wool gloves and continued:

"I had no other intentions in contacting and interacting with Miss Kingsley. I really didn't expect that a noble girl like her would take risks and become a benefactor."

As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed Jenkins' hand, about to exit the alley with him.

"please......"

"Julia, you have to understand how low the survival rate is in a strange place."

Miss Miller interrupted what the woman was about to say, made an apologetic look, and then asked:

"With Miss Kingsley's status, it is impossible to find someone who is willing to take risks for her. It shouldn't be the first day she became a benefactor. Couldn't she still find a few familiar friends?"

This sentence made Julia unable to answer. She could not tell the two people in front of her that her master was actually the princess of the kingdom. In order to conceal her identity, she would never make friends with the benefactors in her true colors. Moreover, there is a possibility that the enchantment will collapse at any time. If she is willing to spend money, she can also find helpers, but she can't waste any more time. God knows if those mercenaries are in the tavern.

The even more unspeakable reason is that Julia can always feel warmth and kindness from the short lady in front of her. Although she has not known her for a long time, she subconsciously regards this person as someone she can trust.

"The Kingsley family will never treat their friends badly."

She thought about it for a long time and could only guarantee this.

"I need to discuss this with my friends."

Miss Miller said with a straight face.

Julia nodded, exited the alley and stood in front of the carriage.

"B-11-5-2305, a ticket to go home. It is not a single ticket, but a renewable and extraordinary thing that can be found in the gaps in books, papyrus or other papers."

"Similar to a magical conch?"

"Yes."

She nodded and looked into Jenkins' eyes: "I have two tickets. A ticket can allow a person to return to his recognized 'home' from any place. It can not only work in the material world, but also in strange places. Even other worlds."

"I understand, I will help you."

He nodded, never letting go of this opportunity to explore a strange place without danger. But he still has a question:

"Why is this entrance still here when someone enters the treacherous realm?"

"After the first benefactor enters, the entrance to the enchanted realm will not be hidden for 2 to 3 hours, and people who enter during this period will appear in the enchanted realm at the same time. That kind of space fragment-like place seems to be regulated The function of time...don’t you even know this?”

Jenkins turned his face away. Although he had experienced a lot of strange situations, he really had no special knowledge about it.

"Is it worth wasting two special items just to get to know someone?"

He took the ticket. It was of ordinary style and the material felt like cardboard. There are only a few words on it:

Departure station: here;

Destination: home.

"It's worth it. This lady's identity is not that simple."

Julia was soon called back by Miss Miller. The two moons happened to be behind a man and a woman in the alley. Although it was a little dim, Julia could still clearly see the look of death on their faces. A determined expression.

For a moment, Julia regretted not finding some trustworthy benefactor guards for Her Royal Highness the Princess, and now she could only let her two new enthusiastic friends take risks.

Jenkins does not agree with this way of "making friends" through deception, but he believes that Miss Miller is a good girl. This method is used only to get close to people who are not easy to approach, rather than malicious deception.

"We can enter the treacherous situation to rescue Miss Kingsley, but this will never happen again. I hope the Kingsley family can remember the risks we face."

"Of course, Miss Miller, Mr. Poirot, the Kingsley family will never owe their friends."

Miss Miller nodded and looked at Jenkins, gesturing for him to say something.

"Watch my cat."

He said this with a straight face, unbuttoned the top button of his heavy black coat, took out the struggling chocolate, and then nodded to Miss Miller, and the two walked side by side into the endless white light.

Chapter 388 Chapter 383 Plants and Blood

The alley returned to calm, and only the maid and the cat were left in the double moon and falling snow.

Julia stared at the bare wall for a long time before noticing the cat standing in the snow, so she squatted down carefully, clapped her hands, and whispered:

"Come here, let's go to the carriage, okay?"

Chocolate didn't even look at her, and ran nimbly to the roof of a low house next to her along the rusty wooden ladder covered with snow by the wall. Lying there, he called out in a baby voice, and his amber vertical pupils looked at the position of the wall with a piercing look.

"What will happen if I enter the strange world with a projected body?"

This is what Jenkins thought of when he entered the strange world.

Even though he had reached level 3, the dizziness and vomiting still made him extremely uncomfortable. He knelt on one knee with difficulty, and it took him a while to recover.

The temperature here is much higher than that in the city of Loen, and the room is very narrow, and there is no decent lighting tool as always.

Beside him were Miss Miller and another young lady whom Jenkins did not know. Jenkins thought this was Dolores Kingsley.

"Level 3, same as me."

There was no extra decoration in the room, and the windows were tightly sealed with boards and nails like in the first haunted place.

In the center of the room was an exaggerated round table with densely packed potted plants. An old man with a beard that almost dragged to the ground stood beside the table, holding an old-fashioned black oil lamp, looking expressionlessly at the three people in the dark.

"Miss Miller? So you are also..."

The young lady shouted in surprise.

Miss Miller narrowed her eyes and said bluntly:

"Julia was worried about your situation, so she asked us to come in here to help you. This is my friend, Mr. Poirot. Remember, you owe us a big favor this time!"

"I know."