The Master of the Strange Realm

Although the place is small and has an unobstructed view, it is very difficult to search aimlessly due to the large number of books and materials.

Jenkins didn't even know what he was looking for, so he just looked around. He hoped that the residents here would have a good habit of writing diaries, and then under the guidance of chocolate, he was pleasantly surprised to find that there were really diaries underneath "The Exploration of Ancient Witchcraft" and "Introduction to the Study of Modern Occultism".

The handwriting in the diary is the same as the annotations on the false occult materials, and it can be considered that it belongs to the owner of the room. Jenkins took a cursory look at it. He originally thought it was just ordinary people's descriptions of trivial matters in life, but he didn't expect to find something remarkable.

The name of the owner here is Billy Schultz, male, 25 years old. He was originally a reporter for a newspaper, so Jenkins had some impression of this name, but since mid-December last year, he gave up his job and began to study witchcraft and supernatural powers.

The reason for this is the following text:

[I received mysterious revelations in a trance, and indescribable whispers and murmurs often appeared in my ears; after midnight dreams, magical visions and terrifying landscapes tormented me, but also surprised and excited me. I think I had a revelation and it was time to change my life. 】

This is a very typical behavior of being tempted by evil gods or other unspeakable creatures, thus changing your life and delving into illegal rituals and spells. Even this passage written by Billy Schultz, Jenkins had seen no fewer than ten similar ones in church materials.

But he had never heard of mortals who were induced by those terrifying entities to delve into such fake information that looked like they had come from nowhere. Evil gods and unspeakable evil things will give humble mortals some simple power and blasphemous knowledge, and it is absolutely impossible for them to study it from scratch.

Mortals are afraid of and long for the extraordinary. There are indeed many deceptive things in the hands of illegal small bookstores, boring aristocratic women or village witches. Ordinary people have no way to tell whether they are genuine or fake. This reporter obviously did not get any genuine goods.

"Who on earth tempted him? Could it be that the god with the priesthood of lies wanted to joke with him... Oh, I have the priesthood of lies."

Jenkins simply couldn't imagine the answer.

The diary shows that the reporter was still alive until a week ago, and at the end of the diary there is a passage of unknown meaning:

[I understand, I’m here. 】

No words were written on the paper after this, and it was clear that Billy Schultz never came back. But he shouldn't be the man who was in Room 4 just now. Judging from the contents of the diary, Billy Schultz was only obsessed with such research, but did not show the desire to kill or the obsession with corpses.

In addition to being influenced by unknown beings that changed his life, the diary also occasionally recorded some things that happened around him. But most of them complained about the neighbors disturbing his life, or the landlord of the apartment refused to grant a few days of rent payment. After losing his job and spending a lot of money to acquire a bunch of strange things, he couldn't even maintain his daily expenses.

Jenkins was intrigued by his description of the neighbours, including the landlord family on the first floor:

[Extremely stingy, God, I have never seen such a stingy family. Yes for the man, yes for the woman, and yes for the three children. What must be flowing in their veins is greedy liquid, and their bodies are filled with the desire for gold pounds...]

Schulz was very dissatisfied with where he lived and repeatedly stated in his diary that he would move out as soon as the research was successful.

There is this description of the family facing the stairs:

[The Leviathan family is the most ridiculous family I have ever seen, the bald middle-aged man, the obese woman, and the hateful little boy. Damn, it's a good thing they don't live next door to me. Whenever I see them, I feel the urge to vomit. 】

The dissatisfaction with the Leviathan family should be due to things that happened a long time ago, which can be seen in the text. But Jenkins couldn't find the other diaries, so he didn't know where the feud began.

The neighbor in the second room to the left of Leviathan is Howard Link, a middle-aged man who lives alone, and his evaluation of him is also full of resentment:

[Damn dwarf, what are you doing coming in and out every night? This damn guy, I curse you! 】

The young reporter's resentment towards his neighbors did not start after he became obsessed with the occult. From the first page of his diary, he has been complaining.

Complain about your boss, complain about your colleagues in the newspaper office, complain about your neighbors, complain about everything you can complain about.

And his description of the neighbor on his right, where the body was stored, was the least. Jenkins could not even find a complete sentence.

But judging from the occasional details, the young reporter thought that the man was a kind and friendly person, but his professional habits allowed him to observe more carefully than ordinary people.

[Like the mental patient I reported on] [His eyes are strange and a bit scary] [I think this is a dangerous person, but it’s best not to point it out]

These are the only few paragraphs of discussion, and based on his description of the appearance of his neighbor Mr. Brown, it is obvious that he was the man who just looked at the body.

"Hide a body in your room? That's really interesting."

So far, what happened in this second-floor apartment has gradually become clearer. Judging from the clues obtained, Mrs. Copper and her children who lived on the first floor were killed by Brown in Room 4 on the second floor, and the bodies were made into specimens and hidden in the closet. Schultz, the reporter in Room 3 on the second floor, was "inspired" by an unknown existence a month ago to spontaneously study occultism - although his research was in the wrong direction. Schultz disappeared a week ago, leaving behind the notebook Then he was discovered by Jenkins who came to collect the bill.

As for the family in Room 1 and the person living alone in Room 2, although there are no clues as to their whereabouts, it is clear that something went wrong.

PS: An update will be added at the beginning of next month, and I will offer a reward tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

Chapter 767 Chapter 752 The Final Direction

"In other words, it was Brown, the resident of Room 4, who killed you and hid your body?"

Jenkins asked the evil spirit beside him.

The evil spirit nodded slightly. It now looked more like a human being than when it first appeared, and the abnormalities in its body had obviously disappeared. Jenkins didn't know if it was because the woman saw hope for revenge or because Jenkins promised to bury her children.

In fact, the more important reason is to continuously talk to a good god.

Knowing the murderer's name and general body shape is of course of extraordinary significance to hunting him down. So Jenkins asked Mrs. Copper again if it could be destroyed now, but the soul again refused.

It floated out of the door, passed through Room 2, and came to the door of Leviathan's house in Room 1. This door is facing the stairs, and there is no nameplate, only a children's drawing. Without finding information about the room's owner from the diary, Jenkins wouldn't even know what their last name was.

The door was still locked, so this time it was Mrs. Copper's spirit that helped him open the door from the inside.

Since three people live in the narrow room, the room is even more crowded than the reporter's room just now. Of course, the family of three was not at home at this time. After Jenkins opened the door, he immediately smelled a rotten smell, and then saw a rice bowl with small fish soup on the table.

The food inside was completely rotten and you couldn't smell it even with the door closed. After opening the door and taking two steps inside, you couldn't even stand the chocolate.

"This family hasn't been back for a long time."

This is his preliminary judgment.

I looked for the diary as usual, but couldn't find it. This makes sense, because the young reporter believes that this family is all "illiterate country bumpkins".

Although there was no diary, Jenkins found some more eerie paintings in the same style as the one taped to the door. These are the works of this little boy. They are hidden under the mattress and in the gaps between the wardrobe and the wall. There are even two pieces rolled into thin tubes and stuffed into the gap between the gas pipe and the wall.

There was definitely something wrong with that boy's mental state, and even Jenkins felt uncomfortable when he saw the seven paintings in his hand. The content of the painting is normal, but the combination of weird colors, distorted lines and distorted characters can make any ordinary person really vomit with a strong sense of nausea.

"It is indeed an ordinary painting. This is really amazing."

Jenkins glanced at it and didn't want to observe it anymore, so he put the papers on the table and turned to Mrs. Copper:

"Now that I have found the name and general appearance of your enemy, what else do you need from me?"

The evil spirit pointed to the painting on the table, with a pleading expression on his face that only the living could have.

The man sighed:

"Which one?"

What Soul wants Jenkins to observe is the one with the simplest composition. In this painting, there are ten little people like matchsticks, and the environment where these little people are located is a forest, at least that's what Jenkins thinks.

"What's the meaning?"

"Oh...oh oh..."

She pointed to one of the female figures, then to herself.

"This is you?"

Jenkins asked, and the spirit nodded immediately.

He realized the meaning of this painting within a few seconds, because there were a total of ten people living in this house: the woman and three children downstairs, the three people in room one, and the bachelor in three rooms. That adds up to exactly ten people, and there's nothing wrong with that.

Thinking of this, he realized a question that he had ignored for a long time: Since Mrs. Copper on the first floor only had three children, whose body was the fourth child in the closet?

The answer is obvious because there is only one child left in the house. From this point of view, there is a high probability that the little Leviathan who drew those weird paintings is in the closet.

Thinking of this, he turned around and returned to Room 4 with a cat and a ghost. This time to examine the body was not just to open the mouth of the woven bag to see the face, but to take out the whole body.

Jenkins' true eye can see through any benefactor, whether living or dead, and the little boy is not a benefactor. His ability to draw those weird paintings is probably inseparable from the inexplicable inspiration the reporter received. relation.

By the reaction when touching the corpse, Jenkins easily distinguished Mrs. Copper's three children and little Leviathan.

Little Leviathan was the shortest among them. Because the body was specially treated, Jenkins could not know his final state. But judging from the marks on the body, the cause of death was definitely not trauma.

He wanted to ask Mrs. Copper about the cause of the boy's death, but this time the evil spirit just shook his head and seemed unclear.

The boy's fist was stretched out without holding anything, and his clothes were probably searched by the man just now, that is, Brown, so there was no surprise.

"Well, what does this mean?"

Jenkins sat in the middle of a pile of corpses and frowned:

"The little boy Schultz obviously knew something, but the painting he left behind is really incomprehensible, and I don't have psychic ability now. Sure enough, we can only eliminate the evil spirits here and then let the church investigate? Although it is a bit cruel, it seems that this is the only way."

Thinking of this, he looked at the souls around him and wanted to kill again.

But the few compassions in his heart still made him hesitate for a moment to convince himself. This time he succeeded, because it was not impossible to take the next action at this moment:

"Wait, I now have a lot of clues, but I haven't found the final conclusion. Isn't this situation what I have faced many times?"

He laughed at himself, patted his head, and then called out [Unknown Road Ahead] to call for the guidance of fate.

The luxurious purple line extended from in front of Jenkins, and after following the guidance of the purple line and returning to Room No. 1 again, he picked up one of the seven paintings of Boy Brown again.

The scenes and characters in the other paintings could be barely understood, but this one was the kind that he couldn't understand no matter how he looked at it. If Jenkins understood, it would probably be a group of people standing in front of a dark hole, each of them twisted and struggling.

The number of people could not be counted clearly, because of the deformation of the limbs, the people in the painting were twisted together, and their limbs were entangled like ropes. This is the painting with the most serious mental pollution. Even if there is no extraordinary factor, this kind of thing must not be seen by ordinary people.

"The dark hole... All the residents on the second floor seem to have mental problems... Well... I seem to understand."

Chapter 768 Chapter 753 Forest and Beggars

"Strange Realm?"

Jenkins stood up speechlessly, walked out of the room and came to the only door No. 2 that was not opened. Mrs. Copole's soul was obviously afraid of this place, and she refused to get close.

Jenkins took a deep breath and kicked the door open with his foot. Inside the open door, the entrance to the strange world, emitting endless white light, stood quietly.

"Sure enough... I remembered that my eyes seemed to be unable to see the entrance to the strange world at a distance."

In fact, I had already discovered it when I entered the strange world to rescue Miss Stuart last time, but I never had the opportunity to encounter the completed entrance afterwards, so I never took it to heart.

And now, everything is probably clear. The cause of the incident was the entrance in front of me. Its appearance caused serious mental trauma to the residents on the second floor of this apartment building.

Among them, the Leviathan family in Room 1, the little boy Leviathan began to make those terrible paintings because of this, and even vaguely realized the problem;

Howard Link, who lived alone in Room 2, was missing, but it was likely that he had mistakenly entered the entrance to the strange world and his body was gone;

Schultz, a reporter in Room 3, accepted some whispers and murmurs, and has since been fascinated by the study of mysticism. Although the content of the research was false, he was eventually tempted by the strange world and stepped into it. The last message in the diary, "I understand, I'm here", showed his whereabouts.

Brown in Room 4 was affected by the spiritual pollution of the strange world, which aggravated his abnormal personality and eventually killed the landlord's family living on the first floor and the boy who realized the problem. Brown is also very likely to have subconsciously felt the danger like Little Leviathan, so he no longer lives here.

If it is opened from this aspect, the tragedy of Mrs. Cobler's family should be attributed to the entrance in front of him.

Thinking of this, he looked back and saw Mrs. Cobler standing in the corridor in fear, but the fearful expression soon turned into sadness. It finally stepped into the door, and then walked straight into the entrance past Jenkins.

"Hey..."

Jenkins stood there a little at a loss, but he would never enter that strange world. Now that what happened here has been figured out and the threat of evil spirits is gone, it is right to let the church solve it next.

Thinking of this, he nodded and turned to leave, but heard a clear sound of glass breaking from behind.

"Huh?"

He turned around suspiciously to check. There was no problem with the glass in the room, but the problem was the space around the strange world. Dense cracks were scattered in the air, like a broken spider web. At the same time, the white light in the center of the strange world was gradually dimming, as if something was about to come out of it.

"Because no one has passed through for a long time, the strange world will collapse, and the material world will add one or more strange things from now on."

This is the truth of this phenomenon. Although Jenkins has not seen it, he has heard it more than once from his father.

"This... I..."

Since the cracks in the space can be seen, it means that at most one minute, the things in the strange world will come to the material world, and then collide with Jenkins who did not escape in time. Even if Jenkins successfully escapes, he will have to face the current situation that there are one or more active strange things in this city.

But Jenkins still has not made up his mind to enter the strange world.

While struggling and thinking, Mr. Writer did not notice that he was too close to the entrance. The space crack was still spreading outward, and it had reached Jenkins' side inadvertently.

A huge suction came from the entrance, and the man was pulled over before he could even retreat. Before falling into the endless white light, he only had time to throw the cat on his shoulder out, and before the chocolate landed, he completely disappeared in the material world.

"Meow~"

The cat shouted at the entrance of the strange world in grievance. It actually liked to have interesting adventures with Jenkins. After the cry, seeing that the speed of the collapse of the entrance to the strange world stopped, it shook its tail, jumped out of the window around there, and ran towards the direction of the Sage Church.

Familiar dizziness, but also familiar bizarre illusions. Until now, Jenkins is still not used to this forced space transfer. Perhaps his body is still not strong enough, so he keeps retching after his body touches the ground.

This is an extremely terrible feeling. He had to recall the taste of fermented lunch again.

When he looked up, he was alone, and Mrs. Copper's ghost was nowhere to be found. Above his head was a gloomy sky, with occasional black lightning, and in front of him was obviously a forest, with bushes and branches showing terrible shapes. Under his feet was a path made of gravel, extending straight to the forest in the distance.

This reminded Jenkins of the boy's painting, in which the forest was just as weird.

"Ahem~"

He felt very uncomfortable, which had never happened before when he entered the strange world. Perhaps because it was about to collapse, Jenkins understood that even if the flow time inside and outside the strange world was different, he didn't have much time left.

Turning around was the same terrible and dense black forest, but there was no path, and it seemed that the gravel road started from under his feet. An old beggar with a straw hat was playing a piano that Jenkins didn't recognize and huddled at the edge of the path. When he saw Jenkins noticed him, he raised his head.

"Oh, God~"

Jenkins moaned softly, and what was placed on the human body was an owl's head.