The Master of the Strange Realm

"Yes, there are only two people appearing now, and we can at least have a 1/2 chance of choosing the right one."

"No, there have been situations where everyone was alive, or even everyone was dead. Please be careful. Although I can get the oil lamp for free if you die, I definitely don't want to deal with them alone."

He paused and then asked, "Do you have any unique ability or item to identify spirits?"

The Eye of Truth can indeed be used at a closer distance, but the problem now is that Jenkins does not dare to get close to the two people at all. The safe distance is obviously limited by the light.

"No, How about you?"

"I do not have either......"

Alexander's final voice dissipated in the snow, and the sound of the wind seemed to be louder, and the lights of the train became increasingly blurry in their eyes. The distance between the mountain and the car is getting farther and farther, but the darkness is gradually wrapping around me.

There were more and more things squirming in the depths of the darkness, and occasionally there were whispers and murmurs, as well as low-pitched laughter. If Miss Stuart's information is correct, then those things are the souls of innocent people who died in the A-11-02-3046 incident for countless years.

"Do you remember what the time limit was?"

He asked quietly to the man standing opposite.

"19 minutes and 23 seconds, it could be 32 seconds, but I think we have to go as fast as possible."

Alexander was probably not acting with Jenkins. The Gifters all knew how dangerous these numbered monsters were. And to be able to survive to level 6, he also knows what is most important.

"You damn evil spirit, why are you clinging to me? Gentlemen, please help me!"

The woman was still shouting, reaching out her hands for the two men to hold her.

"Gentlemen, she is the evil spirit. I remember clearly that Enard froze to death due to hypothermia two months ago. Damn it, are you, the evil spirit, chasing me here just because I used your body? Come to satisfy your hunger? I’ll give it back to you. Come on!”

He fumbled around in his clothes and threw a few pieces of steamed bun-like dried meat into the snow. The dried meat made several small holes in the snow, but the woman seemed not to have heard those words and was still shouting hysterically.

PS: Why do you think I want to write about Oriental Train? Wouldn’t that be copying someone else’s work? (Facepalm) But I also really like Blizzard Mountain-style detective novels. If I have the chance, I might consider adding one or two branch lines (not necessarily). Anyway, the time of the current story line is winter.

Chapter 454 Chapter 448 Trying the Means

You can never judge who is a survivor based on the words of the victims, because Miss Stuart explained very clearly that the origins of all people and non-humans who appeared in A-11-02-3046 were trapped in the incident. soul. What they say is true, what happened to them when they were still alive.

So if Jenkins wants to survive, the key point is to determine which one is the spirit body.

"I have a piece of equipment in my luggage that can identify spirits, which is a Ouija board and matching figurine."

He whispered: "I think your level is higher than mine, and you should have the ability to retrieve objects from the air, right?"

"Feel sorry."

The corner of Alexander's mouth trembled in a low voice, and he raised his hand to pull down his hat to cover his eyes: "I think it is not a common ability to retrieve objects from the air. Please don't treat me as a demigod."

"So we have to rely on luck?"

Jenkins looked at a man and a woman describing their tragic experiences, wailing in a miserable voice and asking for help from the two standing people: "All life, all death, one death, one quarter chance."

"You're good at math, but I think you should always think of something else. Oh, wait a minute."

He raised a finger to signal Jenkins to be quiet for a while, and then tapped his right ear with his finger. Within a few seconds after the ability was activated, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and then he showed an expression of enlightenment as if he understood something.

With a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the snow red, and then he fell into the snow.

"You don't want to die, what do you understand?"

Jenkins shouted nervously, not seeing the expression of the cat curled up on his shoulder looking around curiously.

"I can't die yet..."

Because his whole face was buried in the snow, his voice sounded muffled.

"I understand, there is something wrong with the information I saw before. This is not a large-scale phenomenon of binding the undead at all. It is a phenomenon that relies on the death essence of the world... I heard something different. The sound, if I can survive this time..."

He got up and patted the blood on his clothes. The bleeding in his ears looked worse.

"Sorry, I may not be able to hear the sound for a short time. Is there anything you can do?"

"I can give it a try too."

As he spoke, he used his hands to create his own sign language. He took the chocolate off his shoulder and set it on the snow despite its objections. Although the snow was too deep and the cat was too small, it was able to stand on the snow without sinking.

Carefully observing the position of the man and woman, he chose an angle between them and walked over. The oil lamp was placed near the chocolate, and he did not dare to step out of the light.

But even so, with his eyes widened, he couldn't see a different aura from a safe distance.

"Sir, please help me!"

The man stretched out his hands to Jenkins, and Jenkins licked his lips: "Okay..."

He suddenly leaned out in the direction of the woman, and countless shriveled human hands stretched out from the darkness in an instant. He opened his mouth, and flames gushed out instantly, and his body was immediately retracted.

As if nothing had happened, the man and the woman were still wailing for help, the hands in the darkness retreated little by little, and Jenkins shuddered suddenly.

"Did you find anything?"

Mr. Alexander asked weakly.

"No."

He shook his head as he spoke, and retreated back to the side of the chocolate.

It's not that he didn't see anything just now. When he leaned out, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. What was presented in front of him was no longer the vast snow and flying snowflakes, but an ice field with a large number of ice cones.

There was an extremely high iceberg in the distance of the ice field, but he didn't have time to observe it himself, and the sense of crisis forced his body to retreat back.

These things are most likely related to the formation of A-11-02-3046, and have nothing to do with solving the current dilemma. He doesn't need to waste precious time to gesture such a complicated scene with a temporarily deaf person.

"I'll try again."

The two have already tacitly agreed to the unspoken rule of thinking of ways in turn. This is the best way under the premise of not trusting each other.

Mr. Alexander said, and took out something from his pocket that was less than one-third the size of the life orb. It was difficult to identify what it was in the wind and snow, but the red aura on its surface could still be distinguished.

"If this doesn't work, then I really have no other way."

He dug his ears with his little finger and muttered, "It seems to be a little sound."

He threw the thing in his hand into the darkness behind the man and woman who died with all his strength. After a tense second, the thing was thrown back and hit the man's forehead accurately.

He picked up the thing from the snow in a panic, and stuffed it into his mouth without wiping it. Judging from his expression, the taste of the thing must not be very good.

An extremely relaxed expression immediately appeared on his face, as if this was not a cold snowfield but a warm summer beach. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes widened with an intoxicated expression.

"Oh, is this the truth? Very good, very good..."

He took a step and stepped into the endless darkness behind him before Jenkins could react.

"..."

Jenkins watched the light representing his position gradually dim, and finally nothing disappeared.

"What did he see? Did he die like this?"

The sudden death of his companion made Jenkins a little overwhelmed. He had been prepared to continue intrigue and even fight after the two escaped, but he didn't expect that he would destroy Jenkins' plan in this way.

"Who is this person, and what does he want that oil lamp for?"

With the death of Mr. Alexander, these questions may become eternal questions.

But the most urgent thing is to solve the trouble in front of him first.

"Chocolate, protect my body, ahem, protect my body!"

He sat down in the snow and was almost jumped up by the cold ground. But he still gritted his teeth and took out the folded B-07-4-7711, "Gathering in the Forest", from his pocket. He pressed the spiritual magnet corresponding to Miss Miller on his forehead with his right hand and activated the ritual array engraved on it.

After the faint light, the sitting body collapsed on the ground. Chocolate stepped slowly on Jenkins' chest, stood in front of his chest and looked at the face for a long time, then turned around with his tail shaking, looking at the man and woman who were still asking for help miserably.

Chapter 455 Chapter 449: Identifying the Identity

Snowflakes fell from the darkness, but none of them fell on Chocolate. Its amber cat eyes were full of mockery.

Neither Mr. Alexander's action of walking into the darkness nor Jenkins' sudden fainting seemed to attract the attention of the two people. Since they appeared, apart from mutual suspicion of each other's identity, they only cried loudly at the top of their lungs.

"Meow~"

The cat called softly, and then lay gracefully on Jenkins' chest, with its two front paws resting on its head and looking into the darkness, while its tail swayed and rubbed Jenkins' chin.

The sound of wind and snow filled the world, and only a small bright spot could be seen in the direction of the train. The cat yawned with its mouth wide open, revealing the tender flesh in its mouth. It missed the soft cushion that belonged to it on the sofa in Jenkins' living room.

In fact, Jenkins was not sure whether the projection could be successful in this situation. But it seemed that this new ritual transformed from the God's Descent Ritual was really amazing, and the whole process was not hindered.

It should be emphasized here that although the projection upgraded by Miss Magic can achieve dual-end projection, only the party holding the ritual core - B-07-4-7711 can actively start the ritual. Therefore, if Miss Miller wants to come to Jenkins, she must inform Jenkins in advance of the time to start the ritual.

He had no idea where Miss Miller's magnet would be at the moment, so when his body landed on the polished wooden floor, he was not surprised to see Miss Miller sitting on an upholstered chair with a cup of tea, and Miss Stuart trying on clothes with Julia's help in front of a floor-length mirror.

Of course, he was a little surprised when Julia yelled and kicked him out. After all, there was not much time left for him.

"I encountered A-11-02-3046, and two victims appeared. Is there anything I can do?"

He didn't bother to explain the reason for his sudden appearance to the other two ladies, and asked Miss Miller directly in a short story.

"A-11-02-3046? Why do you always encounter strange things?"

She stood up from her chair, "Sorry, Dolores, we need to occupy this room for a while."

"But......"

"Do you have a companion?"

She couldn't help but interrupt Miss Stuart who was hesitant to speak, and asked Jenkins hurriedly.

"There was originally a Level 6 one, but he was dead. Oh, and the chocolate is still with me."

"What special items do you have on you?"

"Only my cane and a necklace that can create black mist. Oh, and that painting..."

The two of them exchanged information quickly.

"Then there's nothing you can do, pull me over."

"Would you be in danger?"

Some hesitation.

"Don't waste time, Jenkins, you don't have much time."

"OK."

He hurriedly nodded to Miss Stuart and Julia as a greeting, then turned around and disappeared into the air, while Miss Miller nodded seriously to Miss Stuart, and then her body suddenly Collapsed to the ground.

"Jenkins?"

Julia was stunned for a long time before she remembered to help the short lady to the chair. She stood up straight and repeated in disbelief. When he turned to look at his princess, he expected that she would have the same doubts, but he didn't expect that there was an expression of uncontrollable ecstasy on her face.

"Julia, did Alexia say 'Jenkins' just now?"

Dolores Stuart walked to the window and looked at the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance. She must remain elegant at all times, so she must not let her maid see her expression at this time.

"Yes."

The maid looked very troubled: "I knew that Poirot must not be his real name, but I didn't expect that he was actually the William from Nolan City. There must be something wrong with Miss Miller's identity. Your Highness, you are keeping too close to her. It's really... It's too dangerous. Our previous policy needs to be changed..."

Julia raised her head and realized that the three princesses were facing away from her. She suddenly turned around with a smile on her face. This word alone was not enough to describe her current expression.

"Your Highness, you will not..."

Julia stood aside, rubbing her apron with her hands, and asked tentatively: "Even if Mr. William's talent is indeed extraordinary, we cannot relax our vigilance. You just told me a few days ago that the world of the Giver is Very cruel and complicated.”

"Yes, but he is Mr. Williams! I knew, yes, you see, just like in those stories, 'he' always appears next to me inadvertently."

The princess retorted excitedly. Seeing that Julia was still unhappy, she turned around and walked to her side, tucking the little maid's hair behind her ears: "Don't worry, I will naturally be as vigilant as I should be. About them concealing their identities." I have to ask questions clearly, but just like all the judgments I have made in the past, I must be right this time.”

"But......"

"Don't be a coward. Help me choose some clothes. Mr. William will solve the mystery in a while and he should come back. No, no, I have to be more reserved..."

"I think you should still have enough sense now to know that those two people are probably dangerous people."

The maid's tone was a little weak. She couldn't deal with the princess in such a state.

"Yes, yes. I understand!"

Dolores suddenly opened the window and waved her hands towards the deserted courtyard. The snow was carried up to the sky by the sudden wind, and was shaped bit by bit by invisible hands. Became a statue of a man.

Miss Stuart faced the wind and looked at that face with a blush on her face. She waved her hand and restored it to its original appearance.