The Master of the Strange Realm

Jenkins was called to the church to preside over the ceremony in the early morning of last weekend because Miss Bevanna left the city and went to Green Town to resolve the matter.

But even if Miss Bevanna went there in person, the murderer still managed to escape. But fortunately, he didn't have time to commit more crimes, so the strength he drew from the killings was very rare.

After Liu escaped from Green Town, the church learned through divination that he had fled to the mountains in the east of Nolan. And because the main power of the diocese is currently involved in the vampires and the sons of the evil god, this matter has to be put aside for the time being. This is also a last resort.

After lunch, Dad asked Jenkins to look at the store for a while. He was going to the church to pick up some things. He came back without wasting much time. When he opened the door, he was holding a wooden suitcase painted vermilion in his hand.

"Isn't this filled with snacks?"

Jenkins made a little joke, but no one, including Chocolate, thought it was funny.

Seeing his father carefully placing the suitcase on the counter, Chocolat stood up habitually, walked over to the box and sniffed it, and then the whole cat's expression became distorted.

"Meow~"

Although the miserable cry was delayed, it still startled Jenkins. It jumped off the counter nimbly, letting Jenkins pick it up, and then desperately buried the cat's head in Jenkins' arms to show its disgust at the smell.

"What's in this?"

Although he didn't smell any strange smell, he still subconsciously stood far away.

"It does smell bad."

Dad touched his nose with lingering fear: "Let me remind you, after returning to the church in the evening, do not go to the underground east corner unless you don't want to have dinner."

There are two layers inside the suitcase, separated by small partitions. Each layer was padded with thick cotton cloth, and lying on the cotton cloth were a total of six glass test tubes.

The source of the soaring stench was those test tubes. Jenkins and Dad checked that they were in the warehouse at the back, otherwise no customers would have dared to come to the door in the past two days.

Dad said that as time goes by, the stench will weaken, and after three days it will be almost completely odorless, and then you can take them with you.

"So, what exactly is this?"

"[Hemolytic Toxin]."

Dad closed the lid of the suitcase to block the light yellow liquid, and then quickly ran to the yard outside the warehouse to breathe in the fresh air with Jenkins.

"You probably haven't heard that this is the nemesis of the vampire race. Even a demigod-level vampire will definitely die if it absorbs a whole tube of toxins into the blood. Of course, it is difficult for us to find such an opportunity, so the church The toxins are distributed in the hope that we can use these liquids to treat our weapons to cause additional damage to vampires."

"Okay, I understand. However, it's best to wait until the smell has dissipated before handling it. Oh, sage, I feel like vomiting again."

Jenkins had obtained all the information about [Hemolytic Toxin] from the protoss LaCour, but according to the knowledge LaCour gave, the finished hemolytic toxin should not have such a serious odor.

He was confused about this, but his father said that the church had already tested it on human infected people captured on the blood moon nights a few days ago, and the characteristics they showed were exactly the same as what Jenkins knew. Therefore, he could only guess that the source of the stink was due to subtle mutations in some of the same plants in ancient and modern times.

The two of them walked back to the store while talking about the death of the test subject injected with hemolytic toxin. Still no customers, only the chocolate left the counter and lay on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

"Speaking of which, is there a pharmacist in Nolan Diocese? I remember that none of the five local churches have such a profession."

"Old Jack just arrived in Nolan last night. The Holy See sent him to Nolan City to help refine the hemolytic toxin."

After that, he added; "For his own sake, I hope you haven't forgotten the letters from the past few weeks."

It happened last month when Jack Sr. asked Jenkins to help create a rare potion.

"I understand... Do you need my help in making [hemolysis medicine]? I can also make some simple medicines now."

"Need not."

The father waved his hand, "Old Jack said that what you are making now is the simplest healing potion, which has no technical content. The hemolytic potion is very complicated, so you should not get involved."

The reputation of the magic potion [Witch's Kiss] is not very good. After all, it can also be used as a fun medicine in the boudoir. I have to say that Old Jack's consideration is really thoughtful.

The investigation report on the blood moon incident the night before yesterday has also been completed. Dad heard a few words from his colleagues when he went to church at noon, so he also knew something.

"I heard that the three vampires that appeared the night before yesterday were all handsome in appearance, which is completely contrary to what was recorded in the ancient books."

Yes, Jenkins only heard about it. After all, he stayed in the church that night.

"There is nothing wrong with the records in the book. Special items should have been used. This was also pointed out in the report."

Dad guessed uncertainly, but Jenkins was certain that it was definitely not the case, because he did not see anything related to disguise through his own eyes that night.

Towards evening, Jenkins was attacked by the cat's claws because he mistakenly made a comment asking for chocolate to lose weight. Dad actually thinks that Chocolate is very healthy for a kitten. Although it eats a lot, a lot of it is used for its own growth, so there is no need to lose weight.

On the surface, Jenkins agreed with his father's views, but he still kept his own opinions in his heart. After all, the cat seemed to have developed a habit of eating at will, and this must be corrected.

While fighting with the chocolate, the first customer of the day came to the antique store, which surprised Dad who was about to close the store early.

The guest is an old woman, wearing an old-fashioned purple robe and a straw hat that is only used in summer. It is difficult to imagine how this kind of dressing sense was developed.

There are many wrinkles on her face, her mouth is also wrinkled together, and she wears a pair of round glasses. But judging from the style of the handbag she is carrying and the cane that seems to be embedded with gold wire, this woman must have an extraordinary background.

Jenkins looked outside through the window, and sure enough he saw a private carriage parked across the street. The muscular coachman, who looked like a bodyguard, was looking warily at both sides of Fifth Queen's Avenue.

Chapter 556 Chapter 547 Clues from the Thrift Store (6/10)

"Hello, guest, how can I help you?"

Seeing the guests arriving, Jenkins took the initiative to greet him. Chocolate also temporarily gave up the fight with Jenkins, planning to wait until he was free to continue.

"Hello, I would like to ask you to help me find something."

Her voice was surprisingly clean, without the slowness and cohesiveness unique to the elderly, which seemed inconsistent with her age.

He walked to the counter with a cane, fumbled in his bag for a while, took out a small red box and placed it on the counter. After opening it with a snap, lying inside the velvet cloth was a silver product in the shape of a shield.

This is not a badge, just a scaled down shield. But it is indeed an antique, because the family crest on the surface of the shield belongs to the famous ducal family of the ancient Xikali Empire. If it is authenticated, the value may exceed 100 pounds.

"I bought this from a small shop half a year ago. The shop owner said it was originally a pair and promised to help me find another one, but when I went to the shop last month, it was closed."

She explained her purpose and hoped that Dad's Antique Shop could help find the other pair.

Although this kind of commission is rare, it is also within the scope of the antique shop's business. Dad will naturally agree:

"Okay ma'am, what's the name of that store? Maybe I can ask about his purchasing channels among my colleagues."

"Oh, of course. The name of the store is the name of the owner - Carmel Thrift Store!"

Jenkins and his father were stunned at the same time. Isn't this...

He blinked and looked at the small shield lying on the velvet cloth, and sure enough he saw a rich red aura.

How many special items were sold at the Carmel Thrift Store and to whom? The church could not give a definite figure because it did not find the account books. But there must be a lot of them in the hands of ordinary people, so Dad received a notice a few days ago to be more cautious when dealing with items of unknown origin... Unexpectedly, he met someone.

"Thrift store? Sorry, ma'am, but I need to have this item authenticated first to determine if it is indeed the antiquity we believe it to be."

After obtaining the guest's consent, Dad took out his monocle. After watching it for a few minutes with his gloves on, Jenkins was sure from the look on his face that he had discovered what it was.

"Well, yes, the obvious traces are indeed correct."

Dad nodded cautiously, put the small shield back into the box, and then said respectfully:

"Madam, this is indeed an item passed down from the Drumle family in the late ancient Hikari Kingdom. You are really lucky!"

"Then can you accept the commission?"

asked the elderly woman.

"certainly!"

He closed the box again and pushed it back to the guest:

"You can take this back, and you can come back here in a week. I think a week is enough time for me to determine whether I can find traces of another item."

"That's great."

She reached into her bag, took out two five-pound notes as a deposit, then nodded to her father and Jenkins, then turned and left.

"Aren't you going to recycle it now?"

Seeing the carriage on the other side of the street slowly driving away, Jenkins couldn't wait to ask.

"No, recycling it now is too eye-catching. We can't do such a thing in this special period."

He took out a piece of document paper from the counter, checked that there were only light cat paw prints on the front and back, and then handed it to Jenkins:

"Draw it."

"Huh? Oh."

Jenkins nodded, concentrated, and put the appearance of the front of the silver shield he had just observed onto the paper using [reading and writing].

"Just let the church send people to recover it. I hope we can find some new clues."

Having said that, neither Dad nor Jenkins had much hope that they would be able to track down thrift stores.

The meeting time of the paranormal support group is at eight o'clock on Friday night, in a new theater under maintenance in the west of the city.

This thing was very strange, because Jenkins could not find a reason to explain why a group of ghostly people would gather in such a remote place at such a late hour.

But thinking of Mr. Nellie’s instructions that participants wear masks to prevent their privacy from being leaked, Jenkins guessed that the time and place were hidden to protect those who were unfortunate.

After dinner, he still wasn't sure whether he should go. But then I thought about the shield incident this afternoon, and speculated that the mirror in the hands of the mutual aid group might have leaked from that thrift store, so I was inclined to go and find out.

"Chocolate, do you think I should go?"

He sat on the edge of the bed and asked the kitten bathed in the moonlight.

"Meow~"

Chocolate responded lazily.

"Well, there's nothing to do tonight anyway."

"Meow~"

The cat didn't actually express any opinion.

After making up his mind, he still evaded the church guards through the roof of the library. In order to prevent missing the time, he chose to fly directly over on a unicorn.

Flying objects shrouded in black smoke in the night sky are difficult to detect on the ground. As long as you choose a more remote place when landing, there will be no safety issues.

In the city of Nolan, the second largest opera house after the Royal Opera House on the outskirts of the city is La Scala Opera House, tonight's destination. Jenkins didn't hear the reason for the decoration here, but he thought it wouldn't be a big problem.

He descended from the night sky and stepped out from behind the thick logs stacked at the back of the theater. He adjusted his collar, and then put on the prepared mask with great effort.

Feeling a little stuffy, I realized that this mask only exposed my eyes.

"Um......"

After thinking for a while, he took off the mask, first put on the black robe, and then used his flaming fingers to burn the entire mask until it could only cover the upper half of his face. Having never done anything like this before, Jenkins' workmanship was poor, and the lower edge of the mask was ragged and scorched.

But if you look at it as a whole, the black mask complements the traces on the lower edge, giving it a weird beauty.

"That's it."

He put his mask back on, took out the small mirror he brought with him and looked at it, then walked towards the building shrouded in shadow.

Since the agreed place was here, of course the host had opened the small door at the back. Jenkins guessed that the owner of the theater might have a relationship with someone in the support group.

Behind the iron door with a gap, there were some candles and matches, which the organizers had prepared for the participants. Jenkins bent down and picked up the candle with the longest wick, lit it and walked into the dark passage. Inside.

Chapter 557 Chapter 548 Transparent Cat (7/10)

After entering from the back door of the Opera House, there was no fork in the road. After walking for less than two minutes, you could hear the sound of whispered conversations coming from the front.

Jenkins walked forward quickly holding a candle and found that these sounds were coming from behind a closed black wooden door. Take a step back and hold a candle to illuminate the door sign. The universal text written on it is:

【Theatre-3】

"Yes, this is the address Mr. Nellie gave me."

He nodded, then tapped lightly on the door twice with his fingers.

The sound inside the door stopped immediately. When he counted silently from 1 to 16 in his mind, the door was opened. Standing in front of Jenkins was a man of medium height and thin build, also wearing a mask. But what he held in his hand was not a candle, but an old-fashioned oil lamp.

He nodded and motioned for Jenkins to come in. The latter held a candle high, and the yellowish light illuminated a small space like the backstage of a theater. The two of them walked through the curtain one after another, and saw five people wearing masks sitting in a circle on the large stage.

Seeing some chairs stacked on the side of the stage, Jenkins wanted to walk over and pull one, but the man who led him in reached out and stopped him.

"Feel sorry......"

It was a delicate man's voice, but his age was indistinguishable. He paused to discern Jenkins' gender, to choose an appropriate title, and quickly came to the correct conclusion.

"I'm sorry, sir. Before you become one of us, we have to make sure that you are also in trouble and are here to seek help. I'm so sorry. We have to prevent those annoying Reporters or other idlers pretended to be involved, and everyone here has their own difficulties and do not want others to know their identities. "

"I understand, so how do I confirm it?"

Jenkins asked in a low voice.