The Master of the Strange Realm

"The snow just started falling, how could there be an avalanche?"

An elderly lady with a hairnet asked in a shrill voice.

"Yes, ma'am. Although we thought the snow only started at dinner time, it was already hundreds of miles away. Believe me, the snow in this area started at least last night!"

He had to explain the obvious to the old man, while taking out a handkerchief from his jacket breast pocket to wipe the sweat.

"But what about my business? I have to reach Chevrolet on Thursday!"

The middle-aged man standing behind the crowd shouted loudly, and his complaints were agreed by a small number of people.

"Gentlemen, the United Railway Company will definitely compensate you, it will!"

He repeated it over and over again, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

In any case, it is an unchangeable fact that the train will stay in the snowy plains with no one for a night. But the steam train carries sufficient fuel, drinking water and food, and the heating in the compartment is satisfactory, which finally calmed the passengers' complaints.

After being disturbed by this incident, Jenkins also felt that he had lost all sleepiness. In addition, Chocolate was obviously excited again, becoming more like a nocturnal animal. He simply stopped lying in bed and went to the car where the restaurant was located with Mr. Adams Nellie to chat endlessly.

There were many passengers who had the same idea as them. Most of them had enough sleep during the boring journey during the day. Among the 8 compartments in the VIP car, only the old lady who questioned the avalanche went back to rest accompanied by the maid. Among the passengers in the other 7 compartments, four were in the restaurant, one was in the smoking room, and two got off the train to enjoy the snow scenery.

The low mountains in the distance were hidden in the dark horizon in the flying snow. The bright yellow light filled the car, and Jenkins' face was reflected on the glass beside him. He turned his head to look out of the window, and the snow really looked like goose feathers. Holding Chocolate and putting it on the table, Chocolate walked slowly to the window, and his amber cat eyes looked at the darkness in the distance.

The conversation with Mr. Nellie inevitably shifted to the opera troupe in Nolan City, and then the two talked about the playwright Mr. Pisco who died this month.

Mr. Nellie and him were also very good friends. Although the two did not meet often, they often communicated through letters. When Mr. Pisco's funeral was held, the businessman happened to be entangled in a business in the Kingdom of Cheslan, so he did not arrive in Nolan City in time.

Mr. Nellie praised Mr. Pisco's talent to Jenkins and believed that he was the greatest playwright of this era. The cooperation between the two began twenty years ago, and the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe had just been established at that time.

"I am really sad that Pisco is gone like this. He has always been in good health..."

As he spoke, Mr. Nellie's eyes were red.

"All mortals will die, Mr. Pisco just died a step earlier. Perhaps the great gods also appreciated his talent, so they invited him to visit somewhere else."

"You are really funny, are all fairy tale writers such optimistic people?"

Mr. Nellie rubbed his cheek with his fingers, "Then I hope Pisco can live happily in another world."

Jenkins took this opportunity to ask him about the former leader of the extraordinary thieves. Although Mr. Nellie knew a lot about him, he was only from the perspective of an ordinary person. Shelley Howell's origin and past experiences were similar to what the church had investigated at this stage, but these were obviously illusions.

An hour after the conversation began, the topic shifted to literature, and Jenkins naturally expressed his views in his familiar field:

"Is our scene now very similar to those usual detective novels? A group of fixed people are confined in a fixed area. This setting allows the detective protagonist to confine the suspect to a fixed number of fixed people, while also preventing the suspect from escaping or more people from getting involved. This is actually something that detectives rarely encounter in reality."

"You are right, this is indeed a very good scene."

Mr. Nellie thought about it and nodded in agreement: "Is this also a common way of writing detective novels?"

"Although I am also a writer, I don't know much about detective novels."

He was modest for a moment, and then said: "But this kind of criminal environment where everyone cannot contact the outside world due to special circumstances, and everyone cannot leave temporarily, as well as strange things and several members' bizarre deaths one after another, is indeed a way of writing that can attract readers' interest."

"Hearing you say this, I want to read some detective novels. It's really interesting."

Mr. Nellie continued to praise, his fingers on the handle of the teacup.

"The murderer is limited to a limited number of people, and the detective conducts limited searches and reasoning under such circumstances. This is definitely the most classic plot, and it is also the plot that can best bring out the thrilling power of detective novels."

Jenkins recalled the wonderful stories he had read in his heart, picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. Seeing Chocolate turned his head, he pushed the teacup towards his cat, and Chocolate turned his head away in disgust.

"Oh, Baron William, are you going to write a detective novel for your next book? I am really looking forward to such a story."

The speaker was not Mr. Nellie, who was sitting across the table, but another gentleman who heard the conversation at another table. He said to Jenkins excitedly:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, but the kind of story you describe is really so attractive! I am also a fan of detective novels, but I haven't found any writer who realizes what you said. Yes, such a detective story will definitely cause a great sensation."

Chapter 452 Chapter 446 Mr. Alexander and the Snowfield Victims

Mr. Nellie also looked at Jenkins with interest, as if he was looking forward to him writing such a story.

"I'm sorry, but the subject of the next book is not a detective story."

He thought about it and added: "It's more like a court novel or a knight's adventure. My publisher suggested that I cater to the subject matter that the public likes, but if I write a third book, I will consider your suggestion."

"I look forward to seeing your masterpiece."

The gentleman raised his glass, nodded at Jenkins, and drank it upside down.

Since we are talking about detective stories, people will inevitably have a little expectation in their hearts that a shocking case will appear on this boring night. But everyone lives well, and the world is still as boring as usual. In the steam train carriage on a snowstorm night, there is peace and tranquility.

Near one o'clock in the morning, Jenkins finished the card game with several gentlemen. Seeing that Chocolate was still unusually energetic, he planned to take it outside for a walk to see the snowfield of this world.

Although it was snowing, the wind was not very strong. After the collar of the coat was raised, the outdoor temperature could be tolerated for a short time.

Several rows of footprints extended from the bottom of the ladder. These were left by the last batch of passengers who came to see the snow. Jenkins stood at the exit of the carriage, exhaled a long breath, and white mist immediately sprayed out.

Chocolate never liked snow, so he refused to walk in the snow. But it did not get into Jenkins' arms, but stood on his shoulders, letting the snowflakes fall on its fur.

He held the oil lamp he had obtained from the underground bronze box in his hand. The specific origin of this item could not be found, and its special feature seemed to be that objects in its light would not have shadows.

In other words, this was a shadowless lamp.

He took the lamp and Chocolate and walked a few steps into the darkness, then looked back at the brightly lit steam train, which was like a glowing big snake, motionlessly coiled on the dark snowfield.

"Speaking of which, what was the origin of the snake I saw in Hausen Manor? I forgot to ask..."

He muttered to himself, took off his gloves and rubbed Chocolate's little nose, and the cat made a dissatisfied cry.

Considering safety, he did not walk far, but planned to walk around the neighborhood and go back to play cards with everyone. But accidents always like to favor Jenkins, especially when he thinks everything will be calm.

As he walked, a vague figure appeared in the distance. I thought it was dizziness caused by lack of sleep, but when I got closer, I found that it was really a man. He was about 30 years old, wearing black leather boots and a black woolen coat, but the buttons on the cuffs were silver. Like Jenkins, he turned up his collar to block the wind and snow, and the hat on his head covered the upper half of his face, so the only exposed eyes were particularly eye-catching.

He put his hands in his pockets and looked at Jenkins in the dark, and a layer of snow had fallen on the edge of his hat.

"Blesser, level 6?"

He was shocked and regretted leaving the train rashly. His bodyguard should still be on the train.

"Jenkins Redanput Williamette?"

The man asked.

Jenkins nodded without saying anything, and was planning whether to escape to the side of the train first or to make a move first.

"I am Osiris Alexander. Don't be nervous, I am not a killer, and I have no grudge against you. I just want to make a deal."

The man's voice penetrated the wind and snow and entered Jenkins' ears. The voice was quite magnetic and had a neutral feeling.

"Alexander?"

He did not immediately ask about the content of the transaction, but became interested in the surname. If I remember correctly, this is...

"Yes, I was the one who organized people to explore the treasure of Claymen, but unfortunately, the probability of one in seven is still too small, and I didn't get what I wanted."

He said calmly, pointing to the oil lamp in Jenkins' hand:

"I want this, but I'm not a robber. You name a price, or barter. I also have many rituals and special items here."

There was silence for a long time, with only the slight sound of wind and falling snow echoing in the sky. The two looked into each other's eyes, and the drifting snow passed between them.

"Meow~"

Chocolate called softly, but Jenkins didn't have time to pay attention to it.

"Meow!"

It called again, and this time the sound was shorter, as if it was intimidating something. Mr. Alexander, who was standing not far away, also noticed this particularly noticeable cat. He looked to the side along its eyes. On the snowy field farther away, a stumbling black shadow was approaching little by little.

"Wild wolf?"

Jenkins, who also noticed it, guessed so, but when the shadow approached, he found that it was a pale woman wearing a mink coat. She looked extremely weak, her hair was scattered in the wind, and the ends of her hair were even a little frozen.

"Your friend?"

Mr. Alexander asked Jenkins.

"No, this is your friend?"

He whispered back.

"No, I'm wanted by the church recently, and I won't contact my friends at this time."

Both stood there and watched the woman approaching, neither going forward to help her nor preparing to escape. Mr. Alexander was afraid, he felt an extreme sense of danger and thought of some bad rumors; Jenkins was also afraid because he saw a strong black aura.

"Save, save me!"

The destitute woman stretched out her hand to them as if she had just discovered the two men, and then fell into the snow. But she did not give up, but continued to crawl in this direction little by little, leaving a crooked dent on the snow.

The darkness became deeper unknowingly, and even the stars in the sky had to hide behind the clouds. The body was cooling down rapidly, and extreme panic also appeared in Jenkins' heart. This was a sign of the appearance of the strange creature. This woman was not a human at all.

"Should we solve this matter first and then talk about the deal?"

Jenkins suggested.

"I think so too."

Mr. Alexander whispered his agreement.

As the two talked, the situation changed again. The woman in the snow seemed to be afraid of the light, and she stopped when she crawled to the edge of the oil lamp in Jenkins' hand.

"Oh, for God's sake, gentlemen, save me! We encountered an avalanche, and everyone died, woo woo woo ~"

But Jenkins and Alexander just looked at her, trying to find clues to this person's identity.

Section 453 Chapter 447 The Victims and the Evil Spirits

"We encountered an avalanche, and everyone died..."

The woman in the snow sobbed as she spoke, and the low sobbing seemed extremely terrifying in the dark night.

"They are all dead, and I am the only one who came here. Gentlemen, please save me, my name is Lista Inard..."

The cold wind hit her face, leaving a painful feeling like a knife. It was definitely not an illusion. The lights of the train not far away were getting dimmer and dimmer, and the boundless darkness gradually wrapped in. In the deeper darkness, it seemed that there were more strange and dangerous things hidden.

The sound of footsteps came from behind the woman, and another figure appeared in the distance. It was a brown-haired man with a backpack on his back. His face was also pale, and he staggered in this direction. He held a trekking pole in his right hand, and his left hand seemed to be broken, hanging abnormally, and there were some black bloodstains on his face.

His hair was messy as if he had not washed it for a long time, and the coat he was wearing was missing half of the sleeve, as if it was cut off in a hurry with a sharp weapon.

"Oh, God, thank you! Gentlemen, please save me, we encountered an avalanche, and I am the only one who survived. I have been wandering here for half a month, and finally found the train line!"

Compared to the woman just now, this man is more like a madman. His accent is very heavy, different from the Nolan accent and Beldiran accent that Jenkins is familiar with. From the appearance, he is also a little surprised by the ethnic appearance of the people in the eastern region of the Kingdom of Fidictli, and is most likely a minority in the southern mountainous area.

The only thing in common between him and the woman is that both of them have a strong black aura.

The man stumbled to the periphery of the oil lamp light, and accidentally fell into the snow. He raised his head with a heavy breath, slapped the snow off his hair, and saw the woman nearby at a glance.

"Lista Inard? Oh, God, aren't you dead? I saw you die in my arms with my own eyes!"

"Donald Severus? Oh, you were not killed by the wolf..."

The two screamed hysterically together, and their voices echoed in the wind. Then he grabbed the snow and crawled in the opposite direction, shaking as if he had Parkinson's disease.

"I think I know what this is."

The gentleman standing opposite Jenkins said helplessly: "It's a very troublesome thing. I didn't expect to actually encounter it. A-11-02-3046."

"I know it too."

Jenkins' face trembled unconsciously, and his heart trembled even more. Although the danger level of this weird thing is not the highest 1, it is actually more dangerous than any weird thing he has encountered before.

He has not seen the introduction of this thing in the church's materials, because its own information has certain spiritual pollution characteristics. But when talking to Miss Stuart in Loen City, he heard it from her.

"The victims of the blizzard."

He said in a low voice, and Mr. Alexander nodded cautiously, not daring to take his eyes off the two people.

A-11-02-3046, the victims of the blizzard, will only appear in the snowfield or similar scenes on a blizzard day, so it is more common in the Kingdom of Tonghampavo in the north. The number of individuals that appear ranges from 2 to 5, and in extremely rare cases, groups of more than 10 may appear.

Instances of A-11-02-3046 will usually claim to be part of a group that has suffered a disaster, and insist that all other members are dead, so when the event occurs, it will have serious consequences for other individuals who appear at the same time. A sense of panic.

After encountering A-11-02-3046, if the person who encounters it does not lend a helping hand within a certain period of time, he will be directly killed by the resentful spirit; on the contrary, if he unfortunately helps the resentful spirit, he will also be killed.

This kind of vengeful spirit is very powerful. According to the information provided by Miss Stuart, even a level 8 grantor cannot deal with it.

The only way to survive is to identify the real surviving individual in A-11-02-3046. The difference between a living person and that kind of powerful evil spirit is very small. It is not difficult if you have the special ability to identify spirits, but if you don't, you can only rely on luck.

"We should be pretty lucky..."

Mr. Alexander said softly.