The Master of the Strange Realm

As Jenkins knows, Liverpool are still madly pursuing Miss Jennifer Lawrence. After he heard about this shop by chance, he came here with the intention of giving it a try. But Miss Satsuma's asking price was much higher than the poor student expected, so he left so quickly with a frown on his face.

"In other words, there are a lot of gold pounds in that office?"

Jenkins still remembers his role.

"Sir, I don't know if they have any money...but Miss Satsuma has two bodyguards, I think they must be robbing..."

This was to proactively remind Jenkins of the situation there, and he seemed to really want to get rid of the robber behind him as soon as possible.

"Did anything happen after you left the store?"

Jenkins suddenly asked.

Mr. Liverpool was stunned for a moment, and then quickly replied: "Nothing happened, I went back to my residence directly!"

"Very well, I appreciate a smart guy like you. Pick up your poor wallet, don't look back, and go."

The sound is short and low.

"Okay, okay, thank you."

As he spoke, he bent down, and then wanted to run forward, but suddenly stopped and asked in a trembling voice: "You shouldn't suddenly shoot me, right? This is very dishonest."

"Hmph, I have a lot to do tonight, how can I waste time on you?"

Liverpool must have understood the hint that the robber behind him wanted to attack Miss Summer, so he said nothing and quickly ran deeper into the alley with his hands raised.

"A comb implicated in love? It does sound a bit romantic."

Jenkins, who had changed his outfit, walked back to the street again and looked up at the second floor.

His pocket watch was in his coat pocket, and the warning chain still didn't respond.

"If Liverpool's story is correct, then there should be only two gunmen there as bodyguards at this time and it wouldn't be a problem."

He thought as he took the chocolates towards home:

"But what does this have to do with me? Do you want to come and rob me?"

As he thought this, he missed his fireplace.

Early the next morning, I told my father what I had discovered last night, with the excuse that I heard it from a black market businessman, and "it is said that someone is already preparing to take action."

Dad took this matter very seriously and immediately set off to the church to report and prepare to deal with it. He asked Jenkins to take care of the store temporarily and clean out the things he purchased in the countryside of Nolan City yesterday.

He was referring to the row of alleys that had been stacked in a warehouse in the backyard when Jenkins arrived in the morning. Those are all boxes of the same size made of wooden boards, and you can even see the straw spread in the wooden boxes sticking out from the gaps.

Because of this, Jenkins thought that what his father acquired were carefully preserved antiques, but after using a crowbar to open them up, he discovered that most of them were still stained with mud.

"It turns out that the ruins were really discovered. I don't know if they have anything to do with the dragon."

At his current level, he was unable to discover which era this batch of goods of varying quality belonged to, so after confirming that they were all ordinary items, he began the tedious cleaning work.

Dad didn't come back until lunchtime, but someone sent a message saying that Jenkins would be back before the work was over.

So there was only Jenkins and Chocolat at lunch. In order to reward Chocolat for his good behavior these days, he temporarily left the store and let Chocolat look at it for a while. He went to the dessert shop on Fifth Queen's Avenue and bought a small piece of chocolate. cake.

When I came back with the carton, a customer actually came to the store. It was a well-dressed lady, and her carriage was parked at the door of the store. You can see her through the window, standing in front of the counter looking at the chocolates.

Ding dong~

"Sorry, I just went shopping. Guest, do you need anything?"

The woman held a long red feather fan, and her waist was so thin that Jenkins suspected she had had surgery to remove ribs on both sides. This looks like a woman from the most traditional aristocratic family. Even Miss Michael or Hathaway do not have such graceful and luxurious temperament.

"It's okay, young man. Isn't Father Oliver here?"

"Hello, I am father Oliver's apprentice. Dad has business to discuss and has gone out, but he will be back before five o'clock in the afternoon. If you need to find him, you can come back later. I'm really sorry. "

As he spoke, he placed the chocolate cake next to the chocolate. He lay on the counter and opened his right eye to look at it, but did not move. This was waiting for Jenkins to open the carton and bring it to it.

"That's really unlucky. Maybe you can help me too..."

She closed the exaggerated fan and tapped it in her palm:

"Dad Oliver promised to help me find a porcelain vase suitable as a gift, and agreed to pick it up today. I think you can bring it to me."

"Oh, I guess that's all right, ma'am."

Jenkins said.

He heard his father talk about this a few days ago, but he has been on "holiday" frequently recently, so his memory is not very deep. But generally for this kind of appointment-based business, Dad and Jenkins would hang the note on the nail on the wall behind the counter to use as a memo, just like Jenkins once hung up the story about the script writer buying a vase.

He looked through the pieces of paper on the nails, then took out the account book and checked it with his head down for a while.

"Excuse me, are you Mrs. Sidney Frances?

"No, I am registered as Dries Francis."

She corrected, her red lipstick too bright to the point of exaggeration.

"Yes, it's Delais. I'm sorry, the handwriting is a little unclear. Dad has found the item you asked for. It's in the warehouse at the back. I think you should have brought the balance with you."

In fact, the handwriting was very clear, but he was worried that someone was impersonating, so he deliberately mispronounced the name.

"Yes, please hurry up."

"Okay, Mrs. Frances."

Dad is a person who likes neatness and order. The goods in the warehouse are organized very orderly, so he easily found the beautifully packaged box.

After pulling out the long box from the pile of goods two people high, I subconsciously blew a breath on the surface, but there was no dust on it at all.

He smiled and shook his head, then subconsciously stroked it, and then clamped it on the side of his left arm. This was it. It seemed that this would be a very smooth business.

PS: It should be hard to see this kind of thing now. A map (meaning that the protagonist’s activities are limited to a certain range) is used in the final novel. After all, changing the map not only expands the world setting, but also means that I can write (shui) a few more volumes. If I write another book, I will definitely not do this kind of thing where one map will be used until the end. It is really inconvenient.

I explain the above point just to let you read a little longer. It seems that today’s update is very long and slipped by.

Asking for votes, asking for rewards, and asking for blades.

Chapter 517 Chapter 509 Thrift Store

Walking back to the store with the box in hand, the lady still tried to tease the chocolate, but the cat didn't seem to pay her any attention.

"I found it, please check if it is correct."

The woman nodded, placed the fan on the counter, and began to take off the white lace gloves on her right hand.

Jenkins glanced to the side, and the cat was still lying next to the small cake box, looking back at Jenkins lazily.

"Too lazy..."

He couldn't help but start to worry that Chocolate would become an overweight cat because he didn't like to exercise in the future. Jenkins would never allow such a future to appear, and he subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, God!"

"What's wrong?"

The woman's voice startled Jenkins. He turned around and saw that his father's box had been opened, and there was indeed a beautiful porcelain bottle inside.

"Is there any problem?"

He asked the woman who was covering her mouth as if she wanted to cry.

"No, there's nothing wrong with the bottle, sorry, young sir."

While crying, she casually took out a stack of banknotes and threw them on the table, then took the box and left in a hurry. Jenkins stood there and didn't understand what was going on. In the end, he could only attribute it to a woman's unique sentimentality.

After the woman left, he finally had time to deal with his lunch with chocolate. The cat only eats that small piece of cake for lunch. Although Jenkins has never heard of any other cat eating cake, chocolate is a special breed and is strengthened by extraordinary powers, so this is very normal.

The cat was strongly dissatisfied with Jenkins' attempt to put a bell on it a few days ago, but over the past few days it has gradually become less angry. But once Jenkins took out his pocket watch and put his hand on the chain, the cat showed a very alert attitude. Even last night, Jenkins woke up in the middle of the night and saw it lying on the coffee table and pulling with its paws. That silver chain.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Dad hurried back to the store. Judging from his expression, things should have gone very smoothly.

"The information you provided is very accurate. The comb has been recovered, and we are now comparing the data to find out whether it has been recorded."

"Are all its owners ordinary people?"

"Yes, the fat woman found this comb in a thrift store last year. It took her half a year to comb her pets and discovered the secret of the comb, so she used it The idea of ​​making money.”

Jenkins took the hat and scarf from his father and put them on the clothes rack:

"This is really a strange idea. If it were me, I would definitely sell it. Ordinary people rarely end up well when they get involved in the supernatural."

"It would be great if everyone understood this."

He also told what happened at noon today. Dad still remembered the business. After all, he spent a lot of effort on that porcelain vase:

"The lady's last name is Frances?"

Dad confirmed.

"Yes, I remember it clearly."

"Then this matter is very clear. The fat woman has records of all her business. Since the name of both parties is required for the item to be effective, we know all the customers who have traded. One of the last names is Francis. Count the time , the time when we cracked the power of the comb should be noon, Mrs. Francis must have suddenly realized something."

"Then, this is really a sad story~"

He smiled and handed the account book to his father for verification. I started thinking about that matter again, and then said casually:

"Thrift stores are really dangerous nowadays. I remember that the Ouija board that the noble lady used last time was also purchased from a thrift store..."

"This has nothing to do with you!"

The father's voice was a little too loud. Jenkins had not realized the strangeness of this, but after his reminder, he suddenly woke up.

"Dad, it can't be the same store, right?"

The father glanced at him and said, "Remember, it has nothing to do with you. If you are curious about this matter, I can tell you about it after I learn the latest progress. But don't get involved!"

"I understand, sir, you don't need to worry so much. You see, didn't I avoid getting involved in the matter of this comb and took the initiative to report to you?"

This is the truth. Most of the troubles he encountered came to him by himself, rather than actively exploring.

"And I have a lot of things to deal with this weekend. Hathaway also invited me to a dinner party this weekend."

This is to increase the credibility of his guarantee.

"Huh, that's about right."

The father's eyes returned to the account book, and Jenkins shook his head and shrugged.

Even though he had kept his distance from the matter of the second-hand store, Jenkins still had a small question. Considering that there was no clue about the all-knowing mirror that the star spirit Lakul had entrusted him to find, it was necessary to pay attention to the second-hand store that might have multiple special items.

At half past five, he sorted out the warehouse with his father, and today's work was over.

Dad planned to raise Jenkins' salary next month to reward his extremely high learning progress and work efficiency. This was a very good thing. Although Jenkins' savings had reached a considerable figure, the income provided by his father and the church was still the most stable income. He was not the kind of person who lived off his savings.

He returned home in the face of the brilliant sunset. Today was a rare sunny day, and the fog was not very thick.

After dinner, he walked out of the house with the Ouija board. When the last ray of the sun disappeared on the distant horizon, he had already used a disguised image and came to the suicide site of Mr. Stuller with Chocolate.

This was the place where he first met Mr. Ace Spice, the magic eye collector, and the suicide magic eye was also obtained here.

Thinking of this, he felt that the appearance of the ability of [Undead] was too coincidental. At that time, he actually had all the ritual items on him.

"Is there an invisible black hand controlling fate in this world?"

"Meow~"

Unfortunately, Jenkins couldn't read cat language.

The unfinished building where Mr. Stuller fell was still the same as last month. Because there was a danger of falling objects nearby, there was no one in the alley.

Some chalk marks could still be vaguely seen on the ground, which were traces of the police officers of Carfax Field outlining the location of the body.

Chapter 518 Chapter 510 Wandering in the Black Market

After confirming that there were no pedestrians on both sides of the alley, Jenkins whispered to the air:

"Mr. Stuller, I'm sorry to bother you after I die."

As he said that, he patted the chocolate to let it jump off his shoulder, and then squatted next to the chalk marks. Use the pen in your pocket to write Mr. Stuller's name in the blank space in the center of the Ouija board, the decorative tombstone group, insert four small statues on it, and then slowly inject spirit.

It was the wind from an unknown source again, and the lighter garbage in the alley was immediately blown up into the sky. But Jenkins had already thought of this situation, and immediately opened the umbrella he had prepared long ago and raised it. Fruit cores and gravel and other things hit the umbrella with a crackling sound, and the soul of the man who committed suicide also appeared in front of him.

He looked around, coughed, and quickly asked in standard Kingdom English:

"Mr. Stuller, before you died, you said that you regretted stealing the eye from the second-hand store. Now please tell me, where is the location of that store?"