The Master of the Strange Realm

As soon as the voice fell, the three excited girls stood up from the sofa and said in a chorus-like voice:

"Are you sure you want to use your hand to exchange for that!"

The girl in front had a silver key in her hand. Judging from the size, it should be the key to the door.

"Of course, I know what is more valuable."

Jenkins nodded, then raised his hands:

"So, how are you going to take my hand?"

"Don't worry, sir, you really have a pair of beautiful hands..."

The girls came over as they spoke, and the one holding the key walked at the end. Jenkins glanced at the corpses on the sofa. They all looked at the poetry collection and trimmed their nails as if nothing had happened. Only the old beggar was still looking at him.

"Are you sure you want to use your hand to exchange for the key."

The owl head asked again.

"Of course."

Jenkins nodded calmly and walked towards the excited girls, then suddenly reached out and hugged the girl in front of him. The charming lady on the sofa immediately made an "oh~" sound, as if she suddenly understood something.

The girl who threw herself into Jenkins' arms, or rather the girl he held, opened her mouth and tried to bite Jenkins' hand, but he dodged it deftly. The two of them "danced" on the carpet as if they were hugging each other, and subconsciously approached the door.

In fact, Jenkins felt very uncomfortable. God knows what was in his arms. He now had an illusion that his soul was frozen. And even if the girl didn't bite his hand, there were signs of ulceration on the surface of her skin.

If it weren't for the passive ability of [Contact Death] that was always working, he would have died long ago.

Finally rolled to the door, counting three numbers silently in his mind, and suddenly a transparent figure flashed by. The key in the hand of the girl walking at the back immediately flew up and fell accurately into Jenkins' hand.

This is much better than his coin tossing skills.

Chapter 772 Chapter 756 The Rules of Bits

After getting the key, Jenkins suddenly picked up the girl in his arms without any hesitation, and the latter screamed so hard that his ears bled. He turned around and inserted the key into the keyhole, and immediately opened the door. Behind him was the endless white light.

"How is it possible? Since you have agreed to the conditions here, how can you not comply?"

The old beggar stood up in surprise, but it was too late. One of Jenkins' feet had already stepped into the light.

"Go!"

Mrs. Copper shouted, but she was caught by the corpses.

Jenkins turned back and wanted to pull her into the door, but it was too late. The woman stretched out her hand and looked at Jenkins and the child in his arms, with a reassuring smile on her face. At this moment, the evil spirit characteristics of this middle-aged woman had completely faded, and she was indeed a human being.

The undead reluctantly threw the woman behind them, and then pounced on Jenkins, half of whose body was not in the white light. The man could only lean back and completely disappear in the pure white light.

At the end of his vision, he saw Mrs. Copper being crushed into pieces by a black airflow, saw the corpse in the room running towards him with a horrified face, looked at the doomsday-like scene outside the window of the building, saw the feathers flying all over the sky after the pillow on the sofa was broken...

"Why, what is the reason for the terrible scene outside?"

He asked in his heart.

When he asked the question in his heart, it was the moment when he entered the reality and illusion, and it was a blessing or inspiration. It was as if he was in a state of deification and knew everything, and the answer actually appeared in his heart naturally.

It seemed that Jenkins understood the rules, and it seemed that his soul touched a higher level of world. But no matter what, just like the sun will rise from the east, cats will not grow in boxes, and dad will worry about Jenkins' marriage, the answer came naturally:

[After the end of the weird world, the weird world will not necessarily collapse naturally, only those weird worlds that have broken the rules will. 】

"Hmm? Who is answering?"

The feather floated into the white light, and a huge amount of spirits flowed into Jenkins' body. In the sky of the material world, the purple stars became more and more dazzling.

(Chocolate is playing with his tail...)

The body fell heavily to the floor, and every joint of the body seemed to be in pain. He looked up and saw the woman's floral skirt, but Miss Befanna's skirt was very long, and he couldn't see anything even from the angle of lying.

"So what do I want to see... Damn, what am I thinking?"

He attributed his strange thoughts just now to the fact that he had not completely gotten rid of the influence of the strange world. His head moved subconsciously, no longer looking up but looking to the side, and then he saw a cat's paw getting closer and closer, and it was directly printed on the man's face before he dodged.

"Chocolate!"

He shouted loudly, holding the floor and trying to get up. The cat immediately took another step closer and rubbed his arm intimately.

At this time, only Miss Befanna was in Room 2, but the whole house could hear noisy sounds. It seemed that the scribes of the Sage Church had arrived. Miss Befanna did not help Jenkins, but stretched out her hand to his side, and the girl's soul immediately emerged from the air.

She is still completely irrational at the moment, still the same as she was in the strange world, but her aggressiveness and strength have weakened a lot. She slapped her hands forward, and some black powder scattered from her skin into the air, but because of Miss Bevanna's restrictions, she could not hurt anyone.

Jenkins was actually not sure he could bring it out. He just "had a try" just now. He still only saw the tip of the iceberg of the rules of the strange place. There was a bigger secret hidden in that terrifying and strange place.

At this time, Miss Bevanna nudged her, and the terrible soul was frozen and unable to move. Jenkins had stood up on his own, holding the chocolate in one hand and trying to pull out the beautiful feather that came from nowhere in its mouth with the other hand.

The feathers were white, longer than Jenkins' hand, and continued to scatter white fluorescence into the air. Chocolate's mouth is quite strong, and Jenkins can't pull it out no matter how hard he tugs.

"Is this what you got? C-01-5-8222, Angel's Resurrection Feather?"

Miss Bevanna asked, but instead of looking at the feathers, she was observing the girl's soul with great interest.

"Resurrection? Oh, we can discuss this issue later."

Now that he knew this was the harvest, he naturally retracted the feathers from the cat's mouth into his body. The cat immediately showed an angry expression and "snarled" at Jenkins with a milky voice.

"Can this soul still be purified? Her mother helped me, oh, she is..."

Jenkins pointed to the girl's soul, and Mrs. Copper helped him a lot. He wanted the girl to "keep going" in human form.

"I know that when Chocolate led us here, he pointed out the diary to me. I'm sorry for what happened here, but the church will deal with the aftermath."

Miss Bevanna said, gently waving her fingers in the air, trying to contact the soul directly.

"That's good."

At this moment, the staff outside the door could be seen moving the bodies out of the woven bags, and Jenkins suddenly felt a little sad. He turned to look at the little girl's soul again. Of Mrs. Copper's three children, only this one's soul was still there.

He sincerely hoped that the other two souls would "move on" instead of being absorbed and crushed by the strange world. But this hope received no response.

More in-depth investigation was needed on this matter, and Miss Bevanna also had some information that Jenkins did not know. The most important point is the whereabouts of the owners of the four rooms on the second floor. The whole family in room one was wiped out, the reporter in room three entered a strange place, and the perverted murderer was in room four.

Link, the owner of Room 2 where the entrance to the strange realm is, is not dead, but has some mental problems. The man Jenkins knew was the serial murderer who attacked him at night.

Karl Faske Field had not discovered his residence before, but the church contacted it based on the description in the reporter's diary, and it was easy to determine that this guess was correct.

So, the killer is not as simple as imagined - why is he the only one among the residents on the second floor to completely stay away from here?

All this requires further investigation, and after the fighting class on Wednesday night, the church has caught the pervert in room four.

It's not difficult, he's just an ordinary person after all.

Chapter 773 Chapter 757 Resurrection

The official Jenkins didn't want to know about the perverted trial in Room 4, but the news revealed by this person had to be taken seriously.

"No, gentlemen, I really only killed four people. I didn't kill the Leviathan child. You see, I don't have to lie. The child's body was lying on the corridor. I just moved it. Just arrived in my room."

This was his confession, and according to the results of polygraph and divination, it was the truth in every possible way.

At this point, the tragedy that occurred at No. 34, Lane Charles de Gaulle has come to an end. Except for the cause of death of the little boy who drew the strange paintings in Room 1, and the secret of the killer in Room 2, there is no doubt about this matter.

Jenkins will keep an eye on the matter and hopes to hear further information.

But for Mr. Writer, there are still many questions. The most important thing is about the mysterious realm. No matter where the knowledge is obtained, it shows that the mysterious realm will collapse after being passed through.

But today's inexplicable inspiration shows that only part of the treacherous realm will collapse.

The strange world is a fragment of space, an extremely small world. Even after many encounters with The Creature, Jenkins still doesn't think he understands it.

He had guessed that the Mysterious Realm was the fragments of the magical and strange world that had collapsed. He had also guessed at the relationship between the Mysterious Realm and the Master, and even more so the meaning of its existence.

But everything is just speculation, people are unwilling to talk about the mystery, and a few researchers never make their achievements public. It's like a secret about the end of the age, unknown to those who don't know, and not shared by those who know.

"If the idea that suddenly appeared today is true, then the enchanted realm whose rules were broken collapsed, will the enchanted realm where the rules are not broken still exist? However, I have never heard of two identical enchanted realms appearing. ”

He was lying on the carpet in front of his fireplace, twirling feathers in one hand while looking toward the roof.

The purpose of this feather is very simple, it can revive a creature that died before midnight "today" and has more than half of its body remaining. In other words, if you die at 0:01, you have nearly 24 hours to wait for resurrection; if you die at 11:59 at night, you must find Jenkins within one minute.

The gifter who stores the feather in his body can be resurrected at the moment of death. But whether it is to revive others or yourself, the cause of death cannot be natural death.

This is a disposable item, and it will be gone after use. Miss Befanna told Jenkins not to tell others about this thing, just keep it for yourself. She and Jenkins don't need to write the feather into the report of this incident, just pretend it has never appeared.

"Then can you tell Dad?"

Jenkins asked.

"You decide."

Miss Befanna answered indifferently.

There are only two ways to obtain this precious feather. Except for a gravekeeper of the Church of Death and the End in the last era, who obtained it in the strange realm like Jenkins, all other records show that this is the mercy bestowed by the gods on mortals.

Whether it is a true god or a false god, there are records of granting C-01-5-8222, [Angel's Resurrection Feather] to mortals. But this is quite rare, and only mortals who have truly made great contributions to the gods can obtain it. The records of the parish show that it has only appeared four times in this era.

The air on Thursday morning was still so bad. When I went to get the newspaper in the morning, I met my neighbor Mr. Goodman who was getting ready for work. He looked in a good mood. Jenkins wanted to ask about the investment he mentioned last time, but he felt that it was someone else's private matter.

But it seems that the problem is not big, otherwise he would not hum a little tune to go to work in the morning.

Yesterday's debt collection activity suffered a serious setback, and he has to continue today. It's just that this time it went smoothly. Except for a bankrupt businessman who deliberately avoided and wanted to default on his debts, everyone paid off the debt.

According to the current progress, all the accounts within the city of Nolan can be settled within this week. Jenkins originally thought that it was just a few accounts, but he didn't expect that so many had accumulated in the past year.

When he returned to the antique shop again in the afternoon, Jenkins was really tired. He didn't even have the energy to play with the still energetic chocolate. He put the account book and the money roll wrapped with thread on the counter and sat in the rocking chair in front of the fireplace without moving.

Dad shook his head, slowly flipped through the account book to check the progress, then weighed the money roll to estimate the amount, and put it directly into the drawer under the counter.

"Are you so tired?"

"It's okay, mainly because some roads are difficult to walk. Dad, I didn't know until today that there are those untreated dirt roads in Nolan City."

"Of course, do you think all roads are paved with large stone slabs like Fifth Queen Avenue? Now is not the worst. When the dirt roads are soaked by water in the rainy season, it will be the most deadly to walk."

As he said, he sighed "tsk tsk", and then added:

"So you need a pair of good boots."

Dad would not comfort tired young people. He always believed that young people need exercise, no matter what form of exercise. He knew some of Jenkins' past history and knew that although he used to hang out in the city, he was not a person who was good at communicating with people.

Now it seems that he is not bad at it, but just unwilling to do it. From the perspective of daily affairs, except that he is sometimes a little slow, there are really no other shortcomings.

He also did not comment on yesterday's strange environment, just thinking that it was a "misfortune" for Jenkins. But Dad thinks this misfortune is worth it, because in Jenkins, the "conservation of luck" is reflected very thoroughly.

"Oh, just now Hesha and Michael came and asked me to identify a very interesting thing..."

Hearing this, Jenkins subconsciously turned his head and looked at the counter. In the hands of the old man wearing white gloves, there is a pair of bronze bracelets. The branch-like pattern spreads on the bracelet, making it look like it was twisted by vines. There is some rust on the bracelet, and it is not known whether it is a real antique or two broken ones.

Blinking, it is just an ordinary item. Although it does look like an antique, it is indeed an ordinary item. Jenkins immediately lost interest in the bracelet and continued to lie in the rocking chair to rest.

"Oh, one more thing. I just talked to them about you..."

Jenkins seemed to be looking at the craft shield hanging on the fireplace, but his ears moved a few times.

The old man noticed the apprentice's small action, so he put on a smile on his face:

"It seems that you have been getting along well with them recently. The girls all praise you."

PS: Guess who this feather will be used on in the end? No one guessed the rat poison last time.

Chapter 774 Chapter 758 Expectations of Chocolate

"Hathaway and Britney praise me?"

Jenkins leaned over the counter, very curious about how the two friends would comment on him, but if he asked the old man directly, he would be very unrestrained.

"Of course, they have a very high opinion of you. So I asked for your help, whether there is a suitable salon or dance recently. Michael told me that there will be a dance on Sunday afternoon, and it will last until late at night. At that time, dress neatly and don't lose face for your female companion."

"Hmm...Hmm?"

Jenkins agreed subconsciously at first, but soon realized what the old man was talking about.

"You promised me the dance?"

He almost jumped up and hit the roof.

"Yeah, is there a problem?"