The Master of the Strange Realm

"No, no, no, please don't be so polite. Feini and I just stopped by. I remembered that I haven't given you any gifts for the New Year's Day yet."

He forced a smile on his face, rummaged in his pocket with his right hand, and found a few lucky candies he got last week.

"Too shabby?"

Thinking in my mind, a lifelike ice bud bloomed in my hand:

"Look, even though it's not a very valuable thing, it can still be considered as being made by me myself. Please accept it."

Without any explanation, he thrust the three exquisite ice flowers into Mrs. Strais's hands. Fortunately, Jenkins could feel his normal body temperature.

Perhaps stimulated by the extremely low temperature of these ice flowers, the middle-aged woman trembled, and then looked at the two people in front of her again as if she had woken up.

"Oh, please come in and sit for a while, yes, you must."

She grabbed the hands of Jenkins and Feeney very rudely, but Jenkins was much stronger than her, and the three of them were in a stalemate for a moment.

"We have a visitor!"

Seeing that her actions were useless, the woman suddenly screamed, and then heard hurried footsteps coming from inside the house.

"Let's go!"

Jenkins immediately understood that something was really wrong, and regardless of whether he would sprain the woman's arm, he forcibly pulled his wrist out of her hand, and then pulled Feini to leave.

As soon as she turned around, Feini beside her seemed to have stepped on something, and she didn't have time to adjust her balance and fell towards the door.

She subconsciously pulled Jenkins, and Jenkins also pulled her, but the girl's clothes were somehow caught on the nails on the wall. The action of reaching out tore a big hole in his clothes, and he turned around to cover it. Jenkins' hand quickly retreated, but Mrs. Strese took the opportunity to hold it again. With just a push, Jenkins and Feeney lost their balance at the same time and fell into the house together.

Fini stepped on just a small branch. Although there was a possibility of falling because of this, the probability of this happening was definitely smaller than a gold pound falling from the sky.

Bang~

After falling into the door, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him inward, and the door was closed behind his feet. Jenkins couldn't bear this anymore. He stood up neatly and pushed the two adults and three children aside with a flick of his arm. He protected Fini behind him and took out the pistol from his waist with his left hand and pointed it forward.

"What exactly are you going to do?"

He leaned down and asked, feeling the cat on his chest moving.

"Sir, the door won't open."

Finny reminded in a low voice.

Jenkins was in front of the Strais family, whose hospitality had left a deep impression on him during his last visit. But at this time, everyone was staring at the two visiting guests like evil spirits, and turned a blind eye to Jenkins' gun.

"New guests have arrived."

Jenkins heard Mrs. Strais muttering quietly, then laughing like crazy, and finally turned and walked toward the house.

Her husband and children did the same thing, but they seemed more dull and inhumane than the middle-aged woman.

"gentlemen......"

Feeney tugged at the hem of Jenkins' coat and shouted worriedly.

"Don't worry."

He whispered, staring at the direction where the group of people disappeared. He touched the door handle with his right hand and twisted it violently. The door handle did not move at all.

"Can you use a gun?"

He asked a silly question.

"Won't."

Got the answer as expected.

Jenkins nodded, turned his head quickly and then back again. The moment he turned his head, he saw a faint black aura floating on the surface of the door.

Not only that, it should be said that this house has an extremely dim black aura. Although this light is weak and cannot be seen intuitively until Jenkins enters the place, such a large area is really shocking.

"Is it some kind of weird thing?"

He couldn't guess what it was. After making sure that the Stress family would not return to the hall for the time being, he turned around and kicked the door violently.

There was a loud bang, and Jenkins felt pain in his right foot, but the door remained motionless.

"This is interesting."

The best way to find out what's going on here is to go inside and take a look. But Jenkins thought it was better to stay away from the danger and let the church handle it, and now he just wanted to leave immediately.

Looking down at the frightened girl, he whispered:

"Fini, okay, please allow me to call you this. I hope you can understand that in the world we live in, supernatural powers such as ghosts and evil spirits do exist, and the church also has the ability to fight against them. Power. No matter what you see, please don’t be surprised.”

The girl is considered an internal member of the church. Although it is illegal to do so, there should be no problem in completing the procedures after she returns. After this incident, she will sign a confidentiality contract, swearing to keep the church's secrets forever.

"Okay, okay, sir."

Although the girl didn't understand what was going to happen, she still nodded slightly.

One of the few advantages of this era is that people are still "ignorant". Although they are afraid of the unknown, they are obviously more accepting of the existence of supernatural powers. Otherwise, Jenkins would have to waste a lot of time explaining the whole story. Now Time is important.

Chapter 647 Chapter 635 Secret Room Adventure

After explaining to Feeney, Jenkins put his left hand against the door, and the eternal flame flowed down his arm to the surface of the door. But it seems to be incombustible and does not change even if it is covered with flames.

After the flames were withdrawn, the cold fist hit the door again, but it was still useless.

"Back off a little."

He warned, and Feeney immediately hid behind Jenkins' body. From this angle, she couldn't see the movements of Jenkins' hands.

Taking a deep breath, a miner's lamp made entirely of metal parts appeared in his hand. An extremely thin silver-blue beam of light shot out from the miner's lamp, and the door was shrouded in a light about the size of a little finger. The crackling parts fell down from there, and then the door multiplied rapidly like a living thing, filling the hole again.

The thin beam just now consumed about one-twentieth of Jenkins' spirit. If the two of them wanted to pass through, it would be impossible to turn the door into parts even if they used all their spirits. Moreover, it filled up the door very quickly.

"Now we're in big trouble."

He turned his head and looked towards the dark living room without any lights. There seemed to be something looking at him in the darkness.

"it does not matter."

He softly comforted the trembling Fini. Everything that happened just now impacted the girl's world view, which was not yet fully mature.

"We will leave soon, but before that, you must follow me closely, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

She leaned against Jenkins' legs and whispered, then asked:

"Aunt and the others..."

"We just have to look after ourselves now."

"I see."

After all, as a child who grew up in a slum, some things need not be explained too clearly.

Since I can't leave now, the only thing I can do is try to figure out what's going on here. Jenkins put on the monocle again, and in addition to the black aura that spread throughout the house, he actually saw a statue-like luminous object at the back of the house.

According to the construction characteristics of houses in the Kingdom of Fidictri, that location is usually the master bedroom.

"Could it be this?"

While he was guessing, he asked Feini to hold his purification candle, while he held the miner's lamp, and they walked hand in hand to the living room.

The blizzard outside still showed no signs of letting up, and the sky was completely obscured by clouds and fog. There was no sound or light in the quiet house, and even if Jenkins found the gas light switch on the wall, he couldn't turn it on.

The two soon saw the Strais family in the living room. They were slumped against the wall, staring blankly at the cautious man and girl.

If you observe carefully, you can find that except for Mrs. Strese, the other four people are completely zombies.

These people are ordinary people. Although they are in a strange state, they do not possess extraordinary powers. Jenkins and Feeney pretended to be brave enough to walk up to Mrs. Strais and wanted to ask her what happened here, but she just repeated the same words:

"Don't be greedy."

"Phini, do people living here have the habit of writing diaries?"

The girl was startled by Jenkins' question. She was not used to such an intimate title.

"No, no one here can read except my uncle."

"Yes, I was negligent."

He patted his head, looked at the suspected statue with some fear, and then pulled his cat out of his chest. It had been dishonest since just now.

"I'm in trouble."

He whispered: "So don't run around now. If you see something strange, tell me. Don't touch it. Do you understand?"

Chocolate nodded, then stretched out his paws to grab Jenkins' shoulders, motioning for Jenkins to put it up.

Feeney thought about the cat's action of inviting her into the room last night, and she understood more and more that the kind Mr. Williamte had extremely powerful power.

Although there are six people living in this house, the area is actually not very large. There are three rooms that can be called bedrooms. Except for the master bedroom, the other two are pitifully small.

Jenkins and Feeney searched all the rooms except the master bedroom in turn and found some strange traces. If his eyes were right, there should have long been a wealth of expensive ornaments in the two bedrooms that he had not entered during his last visit. At the same time, although the furniture is old, it must have been expensive when purchased.

This is obviously different from the shabby family in Jenkins and Feeney's impression.

What's more, Finny's little cousin is missing. That is, the baby who is less than three months old. There is no trace of him anywhere. Only the empty crib shows that he did exist.

As far as Jenkins was concerned, the Stress family, at least a week ago, was definitely not a poor family. The kitchen waste that has not been cleaned up and the clothes in the cupboard can prove this, but in just a week, these traces are disappearing, just like the family's financial situation has suddenly declined. This should not be a simple gambling debt. It can be caused.

He was very interested in the family's source of income, and wondered whether Mr. Stress, who worked as an accountant in the dock area, was secretly involved in the illegal smuggling business.

He and Feeney searched the room more carefully, but found only a few piles of IOUs hidden on the ceiling - all signed this week.

In the end, a new discovery was made because of an accident.

It was in front of the closet in the boys' bedroom. Finnie pulled Jenkins's clothes too hard, so Jenkins almost fell down when he climbed up from under the bed.

Although he quickly helped the girl up, the cat on his shoulder almost fell off because the man's body moved too much. The cat was unhappy, so it naturally wanted to use its tail to hit Jenkins's neck. Jenkins was scared by the furry thing in the dark and almost cried out. He subconsciously dodged forward, and then unfortunately hit the closet door, broke through the thin wooden board, and put his head in, and found that there was a hole at the bottom of the closet.

It happened to be in the blind spot of vision, and it could only be found by crawling into the closet.

There was nothing scary in the hole, and a diary lay quietly there.

"I really didn't know that my uncle had the habit of writing a diary."

Finnie said with a red face, but Jenkins didn't care.

This is a very thick diary with a sophisticated leather cover and a special gold-plated buckle. The date of the first diary entry was the spring of 1865, the year of the Universal Calendar. Although there was not content every day, at least every week would record what happened that week.

Chapter 648 Chapter 636 The Demon with Blue Skin

Jenkins didn't know what would happen if he stayed in this house for a long time, so he started reading from the last diary entry. The date of the last diary entry was last Tuesday, and the content was just two simple lines:

[We won't always be lucky, fate is fair.

I knew there would be such a day, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. ]

Jenkins was stunned, and suddenly felt that he understood what was going on:

"Finny, how lucky is the Stres family?"

"Very lucky."

She pulled Jenkins' sleeve and answered very affirmatively.

Then, this is most likely an accident caused by greed. No one can stay lucky all the time, Jenkins knows this very well, and using extraordinary power to stay lucky will definitely hurt him.

He glanced through the contents of the diary and spent ten minutes to barely read it through. Most of them were records of Mr. Stress's daily "luck". If the contents of the diary were true, then the actual annual income of this family should be higher than that of Jenkins, but I don't know why they still live in such a place.

Unfortunately, he did not find the source of this obviously abnormal "luck", so he inferred that the event that changed the family's fate should have happened before last spring.

He asked Finnie to recall whether anything noteworthy had happened in the Stress family at that time, but Finnie couldn't say it. She was completely unaware of the things recorded in the diary. Obviously, Mr. and Mrs. Stress did not let anyone outside this family know what happened here.

The contents of the diary only prompted Jenkins to what might have happened here, but what really made him feel wrong was that his companion gradually showed the kind of blurred consciousness and lack of energy.

Originally, Jenkins thought it was because the little girl got up too early in the morning, but then he thought that when she was a flower girl, she should have gotten up earlier than this.

Sleepiness is only the primary manifestation of this condition. Jenkins thinks he should do something before something worse happens.

This house is only this big, and it is difficult to find something else. After he flipped through the diary, he took Finnie's hand and returned to the living room, then walked in front of the Stress family.

"Mrs. Stress? Can you hear me?"

The woman did not respond, staring forward with no spirit in her eyes, like a corpse that had lost its soul.