The Master of the Strange Realm

He turned to look at the elegant copper record player in the corner. The classic water lotus horn was generous and graceful, and the clockwork and the record rotated together.

But from another perspective, the record itself does not have a constant aura, and a golden aura appears at the contact point between the needle and the disc.

"You should know."

She explained softly:

"ABC items are not limited to actual existing substances, but may also be living things, information or even a specific sentence. B-10-5-7722, [suitable music for the right occasion]. It is a piece of music that can be recorded The melody, but it will be a different melody every time it is played, but it will suit the scene where it is played.”

"Who does it belong to now?"

Jenkins was greatly alarmed. Where did a group of noble boys and girls get such a thing?

"Belongs to the host of this party, a certain thrill-seeking Baron. Don't worry, B-10-5-7722 can be copied by recording. This kind of thing is not difficult to find...especially in your pocket When the gold pounds are plentiful.”

The girl's voice was very soft. As she turned, the red hair swept across the tip of Jenkins' nose, and a strange aroma was sensed by the brain through the sense of smell.

His movements immediately stiffened.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"It's okay. By the way, does this [Supernatural] only have this effect? ​​It feels...very different from what I know."

"of course not."

Miss Hesha chuckled.

"Everyone who listens to its melody will be more or less absorbed with certain emotions. But this will only make people slightly emotionally numb for a few days. In fact, it will not cause any lasting harm. Of course, it is only for It is effective for ordinary people, and the spirit of the giver is enough to resist its absorption.”

"It also feels like a weird thing."

"Yes, Jenkins, how many ABC objects do you know? In my opinion, they can all be called weird objects. The difference is only in the degree of weirdness."

Jenkins was stunned for a moment and could only move passively under the tug of the girl.

What she just said seems to make sense...

"Also, why do you call me by my name directly? It feels a bit awkward."

He asked quietly again.

The girl laughed but did not answer the question directly.

The party was proceeding in an orderly manner. When the last guest, a brown-haired young man wearing a double-breasted trench coat and leading his female companion, arrived, the servants closed the door from outside the hall, leaving only the gentleman and lady wearing masks attending the party. We are here.

"Good evening! Gentlemen! Ladies!"

At the carved wooden railing on the second floor, an older man wearing a dazzling white suit clapped his hands and shouted to everyone.

The weird background music immediately became exciting, as if describing a crazy rainy night.

"He is the host of the party, and I don't remember his name either."

The girl and Jenkins stopped and gathered with others in front of the huge oil painting at the front of the hall, with the man standing above them.

It seems that Miss Hesha was only invited through a friend, and the host of the party may not necessarily know who is attending the party.

"Everyone can't wait, it doesn't matter. But what happens here is everyone's little secret, and you always have to be more cautious. I spent a lot of gold pounds to finally learn this little 'trick' . Next, it’s time to witness the miracle!”

The crowd immediately cheered wildly, and the sound of the record transitioned to a low and slow piano sound.

Jenkins was worried that a woman in a dress would perform magic tricks for him next.

But fortunately, it didn't happen. Behind the baron, several young men wearing white shirts and black tuxedos placed an iron cage with chickens, a stone basin, iron racks and several sharp scalpels in order. in front of men.

The audience downstairs happened to be able to see all the action.

The music once again returned to the weirdness it had when it first came out, even a little crazy.

The baron took off his white gloves, put them on a chair on the side, then roughly grabbed a rooster from the cage, and elegantly twisted a smooth scalpel with his other hand.

The young people who were fashionably dressed and well-dressed held their breath, and the screams of the roosters even suppressed the music from the record player.

"There's something wrong with the atmosphere."

Jenkins asked in a low voice, but neither the stone basin, the rooster, the baron, nor the knife showed any color.

"Go on and watch."

the girl responded.

The baron showed the rooster and scalpel to everyone downstairs, then asked the young man in a tuxedo behind him to pick up the stone basin, press the rooster's neck against the edge of the stone basin, raise the scalpel high, and then chop it off with force.

"Click click~ click click~"

The scarlet blood spurted from the arteries splashed on the Baron's face, but he just raised his sleeves to wipe it, then opened his arms and gestured proudly to the audience downstairs.

The moment the poor cockerel was executed, cheers exploded in the hall like a steam bomb.

This kind of scene is not much different from a cult ritual, but it really doesn't seem to be designed with any extraordinary elements.

Throwing the executed rooster into the stone basin, blood overflowed from the wound and slowly filled the shallow stone basin.

The baron took a gold coin from his pocket, a gold pound denomination, and dropped it into the blood.

After a moment, he fished the gold coin out of the chicken blood with his bare hands, smiled confidently at the people downstairs, and tossed the coin down with a flick of his thumb.

The people downstairs dodged around, but did not hear the sound of the coins falling to the ground.

Looking up, the gold coin, which was still bleeding, was quietly suspended in the air.

The deep thrum of the record player exploded, the crowd roared, and it was a successful show.

"What's the principle?"

Jenkins asked in confusion. The coin was originally a mortal object, but after it was taken out of the blood, it began to emit a very faint golden light.

"have no idea."

The girl shook her head slightly, "It's probably a strange ritual I learned from some ancient book. It's not difficult to levitate a coin. I brought you here today because I want you to see these crazy people who are obsessed with the extraordinary and the mysterious. , what things will you do? Do you know now? Even ordinary people will become so crazy in order to see the extraordinary, let alone those like us..."

Chapter 117 Chapter 113 Devouring Characteristics

Jenkins was silent. If it weren't for the special nature of his eyes, he might have thought this was some strange ritual from the book.

But this is impossible. All rituals must involve materials containing spirits, or direct communication with gods in some way. That's why you can gain the power to change ordinary physical rules through rituals.

But the whole process just now was just using mortal things. What's worse is that the strong smell of blood, is there something like the bullet/bullet that Dad checked this morning?

After the climax of the performance, the baron used the same method to make a silver spoon and a gem brooch float in the air. The young men and women cheered one after another, and the atmosphere gradually became fanatical.

But after that, there was no "MLM" speech from Jenkins as expected, nor was there any mysterious Baron announcing the truth about the matter, and the dance ended abruptly. This is really just a gathering of occult enthusiasts.

Walking out of the manor side by side with Miss Hesha, the carriage she hired was still parked there.

"Weird, very odd."

Jenkins was thinking, and after watching the baron's performance, he felt very uneasy.

The carriage moved forward slowly, but instead of returning directly to the city, it turned into a remote road and finally went straight into the woods.

"Give."

The red-haired girl threw a very familiar silver metal piece, which was the makeup charm of the elegant lady last time.

"What are you going to do again?"

Jenkins asked confused.

"I want that melody."

Jenkins frowned hesitantly, "I'm sorry, but I still want to ask. Miss Hesha, aren't you a believer in Mother Earth? Why do you care so much about music-related things? Oh, I remember a few days ago, you When you were being hunted by the Zhengshen Church, they seemed to say that you were the false god [Wonderful Movement]..."

She stretched out her finger and touched Jenkins' lips, and the man immediately stopped opening and closing his mouth.

"I am a mixed believer, do you have any objections?"

This sentence was not spoken as forcefully as before, and the word "mixed believer" could hardly be heard.

Jenkins has also learned that shallow believers account for the majority of believers in this world. Unbelievers will be despised by everyone. False god believers have a slightly lower social status. Mixed believers believe in both a false god and a true god. Believers in God are often regarded as crime prevention targets, and even neighbors are reluctant to talk to such people.

This makes sense. Belief in two different gods originally shows that the belief is impure, and belief in one is true and the other is false shows that the gentleman or lady has ulterior motives.

Jenkins didn't know how the followers of false gods viewed the mixed believers, but the Orthodox Church rejected any help for them.

"I respect your beliefs and won't express any opinions, as long as you are a good person."

Jenkins raised his hand to show that he really didn't care.

"Really? You are so naive!"

There seems to be some moisture in the girl's eyes. It seems that the identity of the mixed believer is better than Jenkins knows...

"Please don't cry here, I'm not a comforter."

He said directly, but was slapped on the shoulder by the girl.

"Without the help of others, you may not be able to find a woman to spend the rest of your life with. Well, let's go!"

After saying that, she jumped out of the carriage first, leaving Jenkins looking at her back in confusion.

"It's strange, I don't even care that she is a bastard, why is she still mocking me?"

The two quickly walked through the woods and carefully touched the outside of the manor in the shadows. Because the guests had left, most of the servants were cleaning up the dance scene indoors, and the two of them sneaked into the room smoothly.

Like last time, Jenkins left his body to check if there was anyone behind the wall, and Miss Hesha used requiem to make people who couldn't hide fall asleep.

As I walked, I checked, but I still couldn't find the record.

"Hey, don't you have the ability to detect treasures? What are you waiting for?"

Miss Hesha patted Jenkins on the back and asked softly.

"how do you know......"

"Stop pretending, little rookie. Last time we acted together, I almost figured out your abilities."

The pride could not be concealed in the deliberately lowered voice.

"Okay, okay."

Jenkins nodded helplessly, tapped his temple, and glanced up, down, left, and right.

Fortunately, the location of the golden light is only separated from the current standing place by a wall, so it can still be seen.

They walked quickly to the second floor like a thief. Miss Hesha's Requiem made the baron who was collecting records fall asleep, and the two immediately approached the room.

"Take it directly?"

Jenkins asked while reaching out to pull off the floral tablecloth on the table beside him.

"No need."

She walked quickly to the disc, pulled open her sleeves to reveal her snow-white wrist, and brought the bracelet that seemed to be twisted by silver wire tightly around her wrist close to the record. With a light touch, the golden light of the bracelet itself became more vigorous.

"Some similar items have the property of devouring each other, but after the devouring is over, the malicious properties will also be amplified."

She explained softly that Jenkins had indeed not heard of this.

"But..."

"There is no but, this is a fact that only high-level benefactors can know, in order to prevent someone from creating worse items because of greed. And the ABC items that can be numbered are originally hard to find... Okay, let's go."

She did not explain in detail, but Jenkins did not move.

"Put it on."

Tear the tablecloth into pieces, throw one to the girl, and wrap the other around her face.

The red-haired girl didn't know what Jenkins wanted to do, but her goal had been achieved, so she also raised her hand to wrap the lower half of her face with the tablecloth.

Took out a black pistol from his waist, and slapped the baron in the face.

He woke up immediately.

Click~

Jenkins opened the safety, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the baron's forehead. He immediately understood what happened here.

"If you want gold pounds, I have change on me, and there are also some jewelry in the safe in the left room on the second floor."

"Hmph~"

Jenkins reached out and took the leather wallet from him, but still did not take off the muzzle of the gun.