The Master of the Strange Realm

"Send it back?"

He asked again, and the cat meowed softly, still looking like it didn't understand.

"Did it see me knocking on the door just now and thought I let it in because I wanted the key?"

Jenkins didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he couldn't just leave the key in his hand, and the window that was pushed open by the chocolate was still wide open.

He had no choice but to knock on the door again. After confirming that no one would come to open the door, he quietly said "sorry" in his heart, and then opened the door with the key like a thief.

"I'm just here to return the key, then close the window, and leave after confirming that there is really no one!"

He promised, tiptoed into the door quickly, and then quickly closed the door again. Before entering the door, he had quickly evaporated the snow water on the soles of his shoes with flames, and burned the solidified materials. After entering the door, he deliberately put on white gloves, drew a headscarf to wrap his hair to prevent hair from falling, and finally even got a pair of shoe covers, and then he felt relieved.

The reason why the cat is not wearing such security measures is that it seldom sheds hair, and its paws rarely get dirty due to the ground environment. Otherwise, Jenkins would not allow the cat to move frequently on his shoulders and clothes.

Put the cat on his shoulder, and then follow its guidance through the cold living room on the first floor to the bedroom, and put the key in the small box opened at the bedside.

Jenkins doesn't know whether the box was opened by chocolate, but thinking that it can easily search for food in every corner of the kitchen, this possibility is very high.

Cover the box again, check that there is indeed no one on the first floor, and plan to close the window on the second floor and leave here and return to the antique shop.

Walking up the spiral wooden staircase, I looked up and saw a simple drawing hanging on the wooden door facing the staircase. Let's call this room Room No. 1 on the second floor, and the painting on the door of Room No. 1 looks like a child's casual graffiti, which seems to mean that two adults are holding a child in the woods.

But the picture is very abstract, and the colors used make Jenkins a little uncomfortable. He immediately made a judgment that a child who draws will never become a painter in the future, at least not a serious painter.

Chapter 764 Chapter 749 Ghost Story in Room 4

"Jenkins~ Close the window~ Turn around~ and leave~ Little master~ Don't come back~ Otherwise I~ can't guess~"

Jenkins hummed an unknown melody, passed Room 1, walked into the room closest to the inside on the second floor, that is, Room 4, and closed the window. The four rooms on the second floor should be rented to different people, because Jenkins saw different name brands.

The room he wanted to enter was not locked, otherwise Chocolate couldn't get in. After walking in, he saw a mess. The owner here obviously didn't like to clean the room. At least one of the owners of the room was a man, after all, women don't use razors.

Jenkins thought so.

He didn't intend to pry into other people's privacy, so he closed the window and prepared to leave. His eyes accidentally glanced out and saw a man wearing a black top hat, with his hands in his coat pockets walking towards the door downstairs. His coat was unbuttoned, and the poor-taste dark red sweater could be seen inside.

The man walked straight to the blind spot of his vision, and even looked up. Fortunately, Jenkins hid by the window in time. When he stood against the wall, he heard the door open downstairs, and immediately knew that something was wrong.

"No, if this goes on, I will definitely be regarded as a thief!"

It was not a good idea to climb out of the window. Now there was no one on the street like when I came. And it was impossible to leave from the main door, because there was no second way downstairs.

"Damn it!"

He heard the man stay in the hallway downstairs for a while, maybe taking off his coat or hat, and now the heavy sound of boots stepping on the stairs was getting closer and closer.

Jenkins walked from the window to the door like a cat and restored the door to a half-open state. Glancing at the indoor environment, the room was messy and narrow, and there were only three places to hide: under the bed, behind the curtains, and in the closet.

"The bed sheet is too small to cover the bottom of the bed, the feet will be exposed behind the curtains, and the closet is too conspicuous!"

The last reason is based on today's novels. It seems that no matter whether it is a detective novel or a pornographic novel, everyone will hide in the closet.

No matter what the reason is, Jenkins's most worried thing still happened. After the footsteps on the stairs came to the second floor, they only stopped at the door of the first room and walked straight to the door of the last room.

This is a middle-aged man of medium height but thin body. He should not have washed his face this morning, otherwise his complexion would not be so bad. His beard was sloppy and untrimmed, and his red hair was messy like a bird's nest. He reached out and grasped the door handle to push the door in, glanced at the inside of the room, and then turned around to close the door again.

Bending down to take a look under the bed, he pulled up the curtains to prevent people on the street from seeing directly inside. Then he stepped to the closet and opened the door.

There were no clothes in the closet, only corpses neatly arranged in hand-woven bags. Jenkins didn't smell blood a few seconds ago, probably because the body fluids of these corpses had been drained and the skin had been treated with special methods.

After the man opened one of the bags, he found a woman's body that looked like a specimen. He immediately showed a fascinated look and continued to check the other bags.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the man who had finished admiring all the "arts" neatly put all the corpses back into the closet, and then walked out of the room with a satisfied smile.

The sound of footsteps came up the stairs, and more than ten seconds later, the sound appeared in the foyer downstairs. The door creaked open, and the sound from the street could barely be heard in the room on the second floor.

Finally the door closed and everything was quiet again.

"Meow~"

The small cat head stuck out from the quilt and looked out pitifully, but was quickly pulled back. Five minutes later, when there were still no strange sounds coming from the house, Jenkins crawled out from under the quilt on the bed.

This is a very dangerous approach, very dangerous. But people's eyes often don't stay on those objects that blend well with the background. The most questionable locations are under the bed, behind the wardrobe and behind the curtains.

Jenkins had put on a black robe when he hid under the quilt. As soon as he was discovered, he would immediately run away, and no one would know that he was the thief who broke in. But this time, as luck would have it, he didn't have to bear the new charge of being a "thief."

"It is truly blessed by the sage. I will never do such a thing again!"

He put the cat in his clothes and prepared to leave, but suddenly he was curious about what the man did after opening the closet. Hiding in the quilt, he could only hear some scattered noises, but could not see what was happening outside.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he decided to satisfy his curiosity before leaving. So I opened the closet, saw the woven bags neatly displayed, and opened one of them out of curiosity.

"Oh, my God~"

He groaned and subconsciously stepped back, but quickly reached out his hand to support the nearly fallen body and put it back to its original position. Close the wardrobe, lower your head and whisper a prayer, then draw the Holy Symbol on your chest, hoping that the souls of those poor people can rest in peace.

There are five pockets in the wardrobe, which represent five corpses, one large, four small and five small. Jenkins didn't know the people who lived here, or even the Coppers who collected the bills, so he had no way of knowing the specific identities of the bodies.

"Why does this always happen to me?"

He groaned in his heart, but had to open the closet again and check the condition of the five corpses in turn. After doing this, restore everything to its original state and plan which way to take the fastest way to reach Carfax Field.

He tiptoed to the door, planning to leave the house immediately. But at this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew behind him, and a layer of goosebumps immediately appeared on Jenkins' neck.

There's no way it's windy here because the windows are closed. He turned around to check the situation, but saw that the room behind him was still empty, but there seemed to be a layer of fog.

After realizing it, he opened his eyes of reality. The black wind howled in the room, and the temperature in the room dropped rapidly. At the same time, a faint figure emerged from the closet.

"This is...the return of the dead souls!"

Since the most distant era, when mankind was still ignorant, it has been understood that the soul of the dead has a certain probability of residing in the material world. This is not the interference of supernatural forces, but a normal natural phenomenon, like rain and thunder.

Apparently, Jenkins encountered "rain and thunder" at this point.

PS: The weather is bad (snowing, raining), collecting bills, being a scholar (in common language, writer also means student or learner, the specific context needs to be judged), encountering a ghost... I understand. , Jenkins = Ning Caichen!

Chapter 765 Chapter 750 Room Three

This phenomenon, which ordinary people call "haunting", is uniformly called "return of the dead souls" by extraordinary people in this era. It is a common supernatural phenomenon. This kind of thing is not troublesome and can be solved by a gifted person with a little power or even a mortal priest. But the appearance of the dead soul must mean huge resentment, and usually it will cause great harm to ordinary people before the church discovers it.

Therefore, the focus of the Return of the Dead event is not to deal with these vengeful or hateful souls, but to deal with the aftermath properly.

What happened to Jenkins now is typical of this kind of thing. After he came to this house, he observed the situation here with his eyes more than once, but he didn't find anything abnormal at all.

This resurrected soul seems to be related to the man's visit just now, but no matter what, it cannot be allowed to stay here.

During the short period of thinking, the revived soul has become very solid. It was the image of a middle-aged woman, with blood and tears streaming from her eyes due to death and hatred, and some black particles floating around her body.

She can now be called an evil spirit, one that is extremely harmful and must be eliminated.

Of course, Jenkins would not stand idly by. After calming the anxious cat, the man stood at the door and waited for it to pounce, and then punched him back.

"I...they..."

But what was unexpected was that even though the room looked like the scene of a horror story, the terrifying female evil spirit did not lose its mind and attack Jenkins.

She made a difficult sound, pointed to the closet, and then to Jenkins. However, since Jenkins does not have the means to communicate with spirit bodies, he does not quite understand the specific meaning.

"You can still speak words and still retain your sanity?"

There are really a lot of strange things that I encountered today, and one of them is that evil spirits can have reason. This is also rare, but not something that never happens. For experts in necromancy, this kind of evil spirit that can maintain sanity on its own without external interference is a very precious servant, experimental object and ritual material.

"Do you want me to open the closet?"

he asked softly.

The evil spirit shook its head. This action, combined with its terrifying appearance, seemed particularly strange.

"Um...the body in the closet is your child?"

He had already seen the appearance of those corpses just now.

"It's...child..."

She couldn't stop nodding.

"You want me to bury the body?"

Following this line of thinking, it is easy to guess.

"Yes...thank you..."

Jenkins suddenly realized it, and was still a little moved in his heart. He guessed that the woman in front of him was Mrs. Copper, his debt collector, but now he didn't want to pursue the money at all.

"I will, don't worry, I will bury you two together."

He promised, and then stretched out his hand:

"Then do you mind if I kill you now? I think you should also realize that something is wrong with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the biting wind appeared in the room again, and Mrs. Copper's already terrifying body shape became even more terrifying.

Jenkins was already prepared for this. He sighed, drew the holy symbol on his chest and prepared to purify the undead. But the evil wind stopped again at this time, and the woman who had further transformed into the form of an evil spirit returned to something like that of an evil spirit again.

"No...Revenge...Go..."

He only understood the word revenge, but he also roughly understood the meaning.

"No, no, no, madam, please listen to me... Although you may not understand it, there is absolutely no way I would let you run outside in this form. You are an undead, not an ordinary person, do you understand? That one. Murderer, the officers at Carfax Field will catch him and give him the punishment he deserves."

Even if he shows a certain degree of rationality, Jenkins will never completely trust what is in front of him. This kind of soul may lose control at any time. No matter how compassionate he is, Jenkins will not let revenge continue.

"Do you understand, I won't let you leave..."

Jenkins emphasized again.

"......will not leave."

As she spoke, she actually walked straight through the wall. Jenkins was startled, thinking that the evil spirit was about to escape, but after walking out of the room, he discovered that she was waiting at the door of the next room.

The room with the five bodies was named Room 4 by Jenkins, and the name tag on the door read Brown, while Room 3 next door read Schultz. These are surnames that represent the owner of the room, so the gender of the owner cannot be determined from this.

Jenkins cautiously lay in front of the wooden railing of the corridor on the second floor and looked down. After making sure that there was no one in the foyer on the first floor, he looked back at the door behind him again.

"You want me to go in?"

he asked.

Mrs. Copper's intelligence seemed to have gradually improved in the process of communicating with Jenkins. This time she did not try to make that unintelligible sound, but nodded directly.

Jenkins nodded hesitantly and looked at it suspiciously. After a while, he pressed down the cat that emerged from the collar again, then reached out to hold the doorknob and turned it.

Click~

Locked.

The spirit immediately floated into the room. After a few seconds, the lock turned on its own and the door was opened from the inside.

Jenkins pursed his lips, shook his head, and pushed the door open. There was still no one inside, and due to the poor light-blocking properties of the curtains, the room took on a bleak yellow tone.

The area of ​​the room is similar to that of the next door, but the single bed is erected against the wall, making it appear larger.

In the center of the room, an extremely complex circular ritual formation was drawn with white, red and blue chalk, with large and small rings interspersed with runes that even Jenkins could not understand.

There is a circle of white candles erected evenly next to the formation. The candles are now extinguished. Judging from their length, they have obviously been lit.

Various slightly terrifying decorations such as goat skulls, black masks, and blood-red daggers are hung on the walls. Various suspicious books are stacked on the floor like hills, and dense formulas and guidance are drawn on papyrus. Pictures are scattered everywhere. Jenkins even found what appeared to be a human leg bone hanging from the ceiling, with a star map-like scene in the background.

With this scene and the dim light, anyone would think that this was the house of some occult master. But Jenkins knew very well that the owner of the room was by no means a master, but just a crazy occult enthusiast.

Because, all the information about supernatural powers here is incorrect and fabricated.

Chapter 766 Chapter 751 The Crazy Reporter

"How could the owner of the apartment allow such a person to rent?"

Jenkins complained softly, and immediately remembered that the soul next to him was probably the owner of this place, but the evil spirit did not react inappropriately to this.

The items in the room are placed so compactly that there is almost no room to put your feet down. After the woman's soul guided Jenkins here, she no longer explained the reason for coming here, or she could not explain it clearly at all.

But the owner of this room should not be among the corpses just now, because the corpses in the closet are only four children and a woman.

"Maybe the man just now is the owner of this room, and the souls of all the women led me here."

He guessed, soothed the anxious cat again, and then walked into the room.