The Master of the Strange Realm

"I have to think of a good way to show that I'm angry and at the same time quietly close the distance between us."

"You should be angry!"

Julia reminded, and Her Royal Highness pretended not to hear.

"I want to stay rational and understand everything about Mr. Williams, and let him know that I care about him!"

"Your Highness!"

Julia could only remind helplessly:

"Perhaps the key now is how that gentleman can get rid of that weird thing."

"That's not a problem."

Miss Stuart waved her hands indifferently:

"They must be able to think that as long as they use any mysterious special flame to destroy the snowfield environment on a large scale, they can temporarily dispel A-11-02-3046. After that, they only need to find a gifter who can identify spirits or Props, this matter is settled. Please help me think about how we should deal with the relationship with Mr. Willamt and Miss Miller next. This is very important..."

PS: I changed a detail in the previous article. In Chapter 311 "The Origin of Germs", the single month that Jenkins noticed in the origin history is not blue, but red. Refresh the chapter to see the changed version.

Chapter 456 Chapter 450 Xiaolu and the Troupe

It is a pity that, at least in this matter, the intelligence of Miss Jenkins and Miss Miller was overrated by Miss Stuart.

The two of them came within the coverage of the oil lamp one after another, and Chocolate still obediently guarded Jenkins' body. He got up and looked at the pocket watch in his hand:

"About five minutes."

"enough."

As the air fluctuated, Miss Miller's figure gradually became solid from unreal. It is worth noting that Jenkins's feet are stuck in the snow, while Miss Miller is standing on the surface of the snow layer like Chocolate.

Although according to Jenkins' understanding of this woman, she should not have any ability to target spiritual bodies, she is still very good at calculating probabilities out of nothing.

After staring at a man and a woman for two minutes, he stretched out his white finger and pointed at the person on the left:

"This is an evil spirit!"

"Yes, I have already said that she is really dead."

The man in the snow responded loudly.

"This is also an evil spirit!"

Pointed at another person.

The man's expression immediately changed.

These two judgmental sentences seemed to turn on some switch. The two people who were howling miserably just now stopped their voices immediately. The wind and snow blew against Jenkins, and he felt a little frightened as he was stared at by the two men.

"Now that the conclusion has been made, why hasn't A-11-02-3046 disappeared?"

Jenkins asked quietly.

"You left before Miss Stuart's story was finished that day. If you want to completely drive away A-11-02-3046, you need to escape from an extremely bad environment just like the last experiences of the evil spirits during their lifetime. "

Jenkins looked in the direction pointed by Miss Miller's finger. That was where the steam train came from. Between where he is currently standing and the train, a trail of white light appears little by little in the dark environment, as if to tempt Jenkins to step on it.

"I'll make a long story short. After a while, when the road completely appears, you can run away as fast as possible. As long as you get out of this area, you will be successful. I have to go back now to deal with Miss Stuart's matter. They should have heard that I deliberately Say 'Jenkins'."

"Um...won't you stay and help me?"

After hearing what Jenkins said, Miss Miller couldn't help but chuckle:

"Do you need it?"

"Oh, okay, no need."

"Then I wish you a smooth journey..."

Just as she was about to leave, she thought of one more thing: "Since such dangerous things always happen around you, then before returning to Nolan City, don't risk going to Loen again and leave your body alone in a strange place." Not a good idea in the environment.”

"Right."

Jenkins nodded: "Then go back to Nolan on Wednesday and I'll come find you after you've settled down. You should be able to handle Miss Stuart, right?"

"Of course there is no problem, but I think it is Julia who should be more concerned. Miss Stuart obviously trusts you..."

She didn't care about Jenkins' response at all, and her body disappeared little by little into the snow.

Jenkins scratched his hair and ended up scratching his hand with ice shards. He quickly picked up the cat, struggled to open its collar, took out the bone whistle, put it in his mouth and blew hard.

Looking back, I saw that the bodies of a man and a woman in the snow were decaying rapidly, and in the darkness behind them, those withered arms stretched out again.

"Don't move the chocolate!"

He shouted loudly, then climbed up on the horse's back with great effort, jumped down quickly to retrieve the oil lamp, and then climbed up again. With a vigorous flick of the reins, the skeletal war horse rushed towards the light-filled path.

Behind them, countless evil spirits crawled out from the depths of darkness, drowning the two evil spirits kneeling in the snow like a tide, and then swarmed onto the bright path.

"Twin devils!"

He roared loudly, and following the sound, the figure with black smoke quickly jumped back from the horse, followed by a huge explosion. And when the evil spirits swarming at the front were blown up, what was revealed behind the tide of evil spirits was not the expected army of souls, but the dead and cold world of ice.

Chocolate crawled out of Jenkins' arms and poked his head out from his shoulder despite his objection. The cat's face showed a funny and mocking expression to the ice world.

The process of escaping was very simple, especially since Jenkins's means of transportation was very powerful. When the escape path came to the end, a white light instantly covered the entire field of vision.

When the lights disappeared little by little, the light from the train carriage cast a long shadow under Jenkins' feet.

He shook his head blankly, blew the bone whistle to take back the skeleton warhorse, and stuffed the dishonest Chocolate back into his collar.

"What happened just now, couldn't it be an illusion?"

He walked forward a few steps according to his memory. Sure enough, there were Mr. Alexander's footprints on the snow, but there was no trace of the man anywhere.

"I always encounter such things..."

He muttered softly, looked around blankly, shrugged, and took his cat back to the steam train.

Perhaps it was because of the encounter with A-11-02-3046 and Alexander that his bad luck had been completely exhausted. Not only did the steam train depart smoothly, but the weather was also sunny after that.

Jenkins followed Miss Miller's advice and spent all the remaining time on the train trip. Although he occasionally wondered how she would explain the identities of the two to Miss Stuart, he thought that the lady who always had a way would definitely be able to solve the matter smoothly this time.

In between reading or playing with cats, Jenkins would also talk with Mr. Adams Nellie. When the two continued the topic of detective novels, Jenkins jokingly mentioned "Murder on the Orient Express" that he had told many people.

Mr. Nellie's insomnia was also cured because of this story:

"Mr. William, do you have any idea of ​​adapting this story into an opera? I was able to meet you on this train journey, and you happened to know Mr. Pisco. This is simply destined!"

He pulled Jenkins' hand with some enthusiasm, ignoring that the button on Jenkins' cuff was almost torn off. Jenkins didn't know whether the gentleman really appreciated the work he copied, or whether he was eager to rely on the reputation of the Wright Award winner to save his troupe.

But Jenkins finally agreed, because Mr. Nellie agreed to sell 2% of the troupe's shares.

Chapter 457 Chapter 451 Stalker

"Very interesting..."

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Jenkins looked at the fat man sitting across the table. According to his understanding, the strange death of the current troupe leader alone should not force Mr. Nellie to agree to such harsh conditions. The Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe is a well-known art group in the mainland, and the value of even 1% of the shares is unimaginable.

According to his habit, he originally planned to ask for a sky-high price and pay it back, but he didn't expect Mr. Nellie to agree at once.

"Maybe I should have said 3% just now..."

He was not worried that the unknown troubles facing the troupe would affect him. After all, from any perspective, Nolan City is Jenkins' "home". Now the two have only reached a verbal agreement. Jenkins plans to entrust the church to help investigate after returning. If it is really not suitable, then he will not sign the contract.

For businessmen of this era, Jenkins's behavior is not that strange.

Let's not talk about Jenkins's little calculations. If we look back to Nolan City for a moment, the red-haired lady Hathaway Hesha has encountered great trouble recently.

The incident dates back to early last week, probably the night when Jenkins was "proposed", she accidentally found that she was being followed.

That night, she originally planned to have dinner with her family, but Count Hesha had to leave the table during dinner because of a sudden military mission. The family's interest was disturbed, and Hathaway also changed her plan to spend the weekend at home and planned to invite Miss Michael to spend the boring winter time in the club in the city.

But just as she left the Count's mansion in the carriage, she keenly felt the stalker. As a believer of the false god [Wonderful Music], Hathaway mastered some unique divine arts related to sound, which made her hearing extremely sensitive.

This was not an isolated incident. In the following days, even if she pretended to continue her life like an ordinary person, the stalker still appeared around her.

The other party has an extremely strong stealth ability. Even with the expensive props purchased from the black market, it is impossible to find the man's trace and identity.

This situation lasted from the weekend to the next week, and she gradually began to suspect that the person following her was not human at all.

On Monday night, after rejecting Miss Michael's invitation to date on the grounds of being unwell, she continued her social life as usual. Dinner was enjoyed with her family. In fact, she only occasionally missed it on weekends. After all, Count Hesha was a conservative aristocrat with strong traditional concepts.

Gently asked about the recent studies of her younger brother, and talked about this winter's popular clothes with her mother and elder sister.

On the white tablecloth, silver tableware was placed on the left and right of the plate. She didn't eat much, even though the dinner was rich. After all, girls of this age have to keep in shape to wear those extremely thin waist skirts.

"Hathaway."

Mr. Count suddenly interrupted the conversation between mother and daughter, which was quite rare.

The Hesha family does not have a title that is passed down from generation to generation like the Michael family. The current earl is the first generation of the Hesha earl, and all his honors were earned in the war. Therefore, the short and fat middle-aged man is particularly majestic.

"Hathaway, I heard that you are friends with the young Baron Williamette?"

The dining table, which was originally whispering, immediately became quiet. No one dared to look up at the head of the family, but everyone knew what he wanted to express.

"Yes, father."

Hathaway lowered her head and bit her lip, and answered softly.

"Speaking of which, Baron Williamette should be the youngest noble in the city, right? Oh, this is really amazing. In this case, why not invite him to our home? Hathaway, treat friends more seriously."

As the earl spoke, he continued to use a silver knife to handle the steak on the plate. Occasionally, he would look up at the expressions of his family members, but his tone was always calm and peaceful.

The youngest brother of the red-haired girl secretly rolled his eyes, and when he saw that his sister noticed it, he made a face at her, which made the Countess beside him a little unhappy.

The youngest child of the Hesha family also has dazzling red hair, just like his brothers and sisters, and also like his father. The Countess's beautiful golden hair was not inherited by any of her children, which was her biggest regret.

Although the tone of her father's "suggestion" was not very serious, Hathaway knew that this matter could not be discussed.

She hesitated for a moment, looked at her reflection in the plate, and nodded gently:

"But Mr. Williamite should not have returned to Norland City yet."

"It doesn't matter, he will always come back, right?"

The Earl smiled at his daughter, reached out to the servant, took the brand new napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth, and said: "I hope the baron can accept the invitation before the end of this month. I always admire these energetic young people."

The Earl's local accent is not very strong, which may be related to his background. When speaking, he would occasionally change the ending sound of the last word from a long sound to a rolled tongue to make the tone more relaxed.

But this obviously didn't work.

After saying this, the Earl ignored Hathaway's obvious expression, retracted his smile and scolded his sons:

"And you, don't bow your heads. I don't ask you to win the title by yourself, but at least don't embarrass yourself in the school exams. At the end of the year, the last person will have his pocket money deducted for half a year, understand?"

"Yes, father."

The three men, big, medium and small, answered in unison, but still didn't raise their heads.

Now, there are three more people with sad faces at the table.

Hathaway was not worried about inviting Jenkins, even though she knew what her father wanted to do. What she should pay attention to now is the stalking incident happening around her, after all, the great writer is not around.

After dinner, she returned to her bedroom alone. She pretended to read for a while, and fiddled with her perfume in front of the dressing table. This was given by Miss Michael together with the badge of the Harvest Feast on her birthday this year.

Using the excuse that she was too tired today and wanted to rest early, the worried girl asked the maid to close the door from the outside, and everyone understood her behavior.

When the door shut out the dim light in the corridor, Hathaway sat on the bed and took a few deep breaths. A few minutes later, she stood up, opened the closet, and took out a black and white photo from the deepest layer.

Chapter 458 Chapter 452 The Attacked Bailing

Then the moonlight shone into the room through the gap in the curtains, and it could be seen that the smiling Hathaway and Miss Michael were in the photo. Judging from their appearance, it should have been taken a few years ago.

She looked at it for a while, stuffed the photo back, hesitated, and took out a piece of paper from the layer again. This was the part of the "Fidictli Kingdom Times" a few days ago with Jenkins and the Queen's photo. She secretly cut the photo and put it here.

Although Jenkins in the photo was also smiling, Hathaway, who was familiar with him, knew very well that he must have been complaining about the trouble of this matter at that moment.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing. He stroked the newspaper with his fingers, and then put it back to its original position.

He closed the closet, stood at the window for a while, and then pulled the printed curtains completely closed. He turned and walked to the door to make sure there was no breathing outside.

But even in such a closed environment, the sense of surveillance still existed.