The Master of the Strange Realm

It didn't take long for him to find his next target, which was a bar open late at night. Although it looked very ordinary, just like most pubs in the city, the rich yellow light all over the store showed that this was Involved with Category B Extraordinary.

"Oh, I finally encountered a difficult thing!"

The things that were solved just now are trivial matters that are not worth mentioning. Now are the difficulties that Jenkins encounters every day. From the outside, I couldn't tell what kind of event or place this was, so I straightened my clothes, pretended to be an ordinary guest with my cat, and stepped into this unusual tavern.

As soon as he entered, he saw an acquaintance. Jenkins' senior sister, Miss Stillwell, was sitting alone in front of the bar, staring at the transparent glass in front of her in a daze. There was probably alcohol in it, but Jenkins didn't know much about it and couldn't guess what kind of alcohol it was.

"A glass of grape juice."

Jenkins sat down next to Miss Stillwell and threw a handful of broken money at the bartender wearing a white smiley mask. The bartender was obviously stunned for a moment, not sure whether it was because Jenkins asked for juice or because Jenkins threw the money.

"Meow~"

Chocolate suddenly stuck his head out of his pocket and shouted.

"Two glasses of juice, and these coins pay for an extra cup that my cat will drink from."

As he spoke, he grabbed his pocket again, only to find that all the change had been thrown away, so he said:

"The money just now should be enough. If you have any extra, remember to give change."

He doesn't know the rules here, so he treats this place as an ordinary tavern for the time being.

The bartender looked at Jenkins for a while before nodding and turning to prepare the drink he wanted.

"Jenkins?"

The thoughtful Miss Stillwell was attracted by the meowing of the cat, and then she saw Jenkins sitting next to her.

"Why are you in Turin?"

"This seems to be Nolan."

He looked at the street scene outside, and it was indeed Nolan who was still covered in thick fog. He had a guess about the tavern, so he asked the bartender who pushed the cups to him and the cat:

"Will this tavern shift space?"

"Yes, guest, transfers occur every three hours. When you walked in just now, the transfer had just ended."

The bartender said kindly, but his expression couldn't be seen because he was wearing a mask.

"So now I'm back in Nolan?"

Miss Stillwell asked self-deprecatingly, picking up the wine glass and gulping down the wine in one gulp. Jenkins moved the corner of his mouth, picked up the cup filled with grape juice, and covered up the expression on his face.

He also came to a foreign land due to an unexpected space transfer some time ago, so he somewhat understood Miss Stiver's depressed mood at the moment, so he comforted:

"I haven't seen you for a long time. It really surprises me to meet you again here. Speaking of which, Nolan is also a place you are familiar with. Coming here is much better than going to an unknown and strange city, and there is no chance of going back. ..."

"The transfer of spaces to pubs is random and we do not provide transportation."

The bartender said immediately.

"Jenkins, there is no need to comfort me. I just lament the indissoluble bond between myself and this city. In fact, it would be good to come back here. I heard that there is a shortage of manpower here."

She put down the wine glass in her hand and looked up at the scene outside the tavern:

"It's really interesting. I always want to come back all these years to see my dad and the place where I lived when I was young..."

She also looks young now.

"Unexpectedly, I made up my mind to stay in Turin, but I came back right away. Come back, come back..."

The well-informed Miss Stillwell identified where this place was. This tavern was called B-11-04-2529 [the tavern that does not sell poison]. As the name suggests, in this tavern, guests can buy any type of alcohol except poisonous wine. Every time the tavern appears in the material world, it will randomly move every 3 hours to any corner of any city or town in the material world.

Any intelligent life can visit the tavern and pay ordinary money or general equivalents in exchange for ordinary drinks. As long as they leave before the space movement begins, the place can be treated as an ordinary tavern. By paying precious brewing raw materials, ingredients, or items needed in the tavern, you can exchange for drinks with extraordinary properties.

At the same time, the bartender and the waiters who have not yet appeared also accept barter transactions, appraisals or equivalent recovery of numbered items. It can be said that most of the functions of ordinary pubs are available here.

As long as they don't cause trouble here, this tavern will treat all guests well. It's just that each guest can only visit here once. After going out, he can't go back to the entrance, let alone guide others to find the entrance.

"Since I entered here by mistake, I plan to stay here for three hours to prevent the citizens who entered by mistake from being teleported to other places. Then I will report to the church and see if there are any believers of the God of Music here. What about you? Jenkins, do you have anything else to do later?”

Miss Stillwell asked, looking at the wine glass with blurred eyes, probably wanting Jenkins to stay and talk to her.

It was a pity that Jenkins' affairs were not over yet tonight. Since he knew that there was no danger here, and that with Miss Stiver there, he did not have to worry about citizens entering by mistake, he stood up and prepared to leave.

But after thinking about it, he took out a greedy ring from his pocket and put it on the bar counter and pushed it to the bartender:

"Give this lady a glass of wine that can make people feel happy. I want a glass of wine that can temporarily increase luck..."

"Meow~"

"Also, give my cat a drink...anything. For this price."

He clicked on the sin coin, then looked at Miss Stillwell with a smile:

"You just came to Nolan, this drink is my treat."

Miss Stillwell probably recognized the Sin Coin, but she didn't know it could be used in this way. She was considered Senior Sister Jenkins, and she shouldn't have allowed Jenkins to treat her, but seeing that he insisted on doing so, she had no objection.

It was just that when the bartender brought a bright red goblet with lemon slices, a square glass with a bright golden liquid surface and bubbles, and a small wooden bowl filled with a liquid that looked like boiled water in front of the two people and the cat, he also The crime coin was pushed back to Jenkins:

"These three drinks are my treat."

The bartender said, his voice was very magnetic.

"Why?"

"It's an honor to have you and your cat here."

The bartender answered without any pretense, then picked up the cloth next to him and continued to wipe the empty glass.

Jenkins laughed when he heard this, picked up the square glass and drank the strange vanilla-flavored drink in one gulp. Chocolat, who was standing on the bar, also lowered his head and tasted the bowl of "plain water", and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Taking away the ordinary cup that the cat used as a token of "solving" this matter, bidding farewell to his senior sister, Jenkins continued to walk through the city with the satisfied chocolate.

Because he met acquaintances three times in a row, he suspected that all his acquaintances chose this night to go out. But for the next few haunted incidents, not to mention acquaintances, there were no other people who accidentally entered the scene, which made Jenkins feel a little bored even though he was relaxed.

He thought it might have been the drinks he had just drank.

Chapter 1638 Chapter 1613 Encountering a ghost on the street

Nolan City covers a large area. Even if we only count the densely populated urban areas, the overall area is not smaller than that of any city in Jenkin's hometown at the same time.

Therefore, he wandered aimlessly in the dense fog area around the city for nearly three hours without getting close to the city center. It seems that strange supernatural events are more likely to occur in the outer slums, which makes Jenkins go deeper and deeper into the alleys that extend in all directions.

This time I didn't see any aura, I could only hear the faint sobbing coming from the house next to me that had a severely damaged wall. Since it was not an extraordinary event, Jenkins had no obligation to take care of it, but he still stopped unconsciously.

"Maybe it's a lonely woman thinking about something sad late at night, or maybe there's a conflict between a couple. It shouldn't be a big deal."

He was thinking about it, but he was worried that his judgment was wrong. The woman inside actually wanted to commit suicide or something.

"Since we've come this far, it means I should go take a look at this matter."

He looked up at the structure of nearby houses, then climbed up to the roof of someone else's house with ease, slid from the roof to the alley behind, observed the position of the woman in the bedroom from the light of the rear window, and then carefully used a stick to His fingers pushed out a crack in the window.

The window had no glass at all and was covered with newspaper. In fact, Jenkins could barely see inside without pushing it open.

The rear window corresponds to the bedroom, or a combination of bedroom, living room and dining room of this simple shabby house. This family's home can be said to be bare-walled. Apart from a few necessary pieces of furniture, the only decorations are the pockets piled in the corners.

A man whose appearance was unclear was lying flat on the bed. His breathing was very weak, but his chest was rising and falling very loudly. He looked like he was using all his strength to maintain his breathing. The weeping woman lay beside the bed, grieving over the man's misfortune.

Blinking his eyes, he saw no strange color on the man's body, which meant that the disease he was suffering from was natural, which completely separated the things here from extraordinary events.

"What's going on here has nothing to do with me."

He thought to himself, but naturally put on the black robe. He didn't want his father to think that he had nothing to do in the middle of the night.

Returning to the front door again, this time he knocked on the door seriously. The crying in the room stopped suddenly, and it took nearly half a minute before a woman's voice was heard:

"who is it?"

"Not a robber."

Jenkins replied:

"The society is sending warmth... I am asking, which god do you believe in?"

"Sun God."

This way of addressing the Righteous God [Eternal Blazing Sun] is the standard way of answering by shallow believers. They really believe in gods, but only a little. The purpose of believing in gods is mostly so that they will not become part of the legendary "Wall of the Unbelieving" after death. In fact, Jenkins doesn't know whether such a thing exists in this world, but Most probably don't exist.

"Yes, I am from the Church of the Sun God and I am here to bring you warmth."

Of course the woman inside the door wouldn't believe him when he said this.

Jenkins actually doesn't have much time to spend here, and this situation is not worth using the power of lies to deceive the people inside to open the door:

"this is for you."

So he slipped a one-pound note through the crack of the door, and after a few seconds, the door opened.

The woman and man inside the door were husband and wife. They moved to the city from the countryside of Nolan about three years ago, hoping to find a job to support their family. Since then, women have worked as female workers in textile factories, while men have worked in machine factories, specializing in managing steam furnaces, which means adding coal to them.

This is certainly very hard work, but at least it brings a stable income to the family. But this stability is too fragile. The man soon contracted lung disease because he was exposed to coal dust all day long. The initial symptoms were not obvious, but as the air in Nolan became worse and worse, his occupational disease became more serious.

Today, just staying in a closed room will make him breathless like now, so the woman will cry in the middle of the night and feel sad for the misfortune of the family.

If what happened here is regarded as an accident, then Jenkins is powerless to solve it from the root. Even if he has touched the man's arm when the woman was not paying attention, he can relieve the pressure on his lungs through treatment. But the man will definitely go back to work in the factory. Even the healthiest people will repeat the same mistakes sooner or later.

Not to mention the pollution situation in Nolan City now. It has become somewhat unsuitable for people to live normally. The abnormal fog gradually occupies the space of the city. Solving a person's illness and shutting down a factory is just a stopgap measure. The root cause lies in policies and concepts, which Jenkins cannot reverse with his own strength.

He left without staying here for long. The crying woman seemed to regard Jenkins as a clergyman. When he left, she also told the kind monk to be careful when walking at night. Recently, people have heard that there are killers wandering in the fog at night in Nolan.

Jenkins thanked her for her kindness and walked deeper into the fog along the alley.

After returning to his own appearance, he soon walked to the block where Miss Audrey's house was located. This place was quite close to the so-called "inner city" of the city, that is, those places that have not yet been invaded by the fog.

Jenkins hesitated whether to say hello to his teacher before leaving, but looking at his pocket watch, it was almost midnight, so he did not visit rashly.

Miss Audrey's residence is a high-end residential area, so the area is particularly quiet. Jenkins appeared here at an inappropriate time. If he was seen by the patrolling police, he would inevitably be questioned. So he quickened his pace and wanted to leave here, but when he walked to the corner of the street and wanted to turn left, he suddenly heard a strange sound on the side.

Turning his head, he saw a red ball rolling along the street to the side of his shoes, and it stopped only after hitting his shoes.

"Why does this scene look so familiar?"

When he first came to this world, he encountered a ghost in the hospital like this.

He bent down to pick up the ball, and then looked around to see which unlucky ghost had met him, when someone patted his left shoulder. Before he could react, the cat, feeling that his territory was invaded, angrily jumped out of Jenkins' collar. Jenkins only felt a white shadow flying in front of him, and the cat pounced behind Jenkins with a shrill "meow".

He turned around and reached out to catch the cat that was about to fall, but he didn't see the ghost behind him. The scene just now happened too quickly, and Jenkins was not sure what Chocolate had discovered. He pinched the red ball in his hand that felt like a meatball, and the orange-yellow flame burned in his hand as he wished.

Chapter 1639 Chapter 1614 Activated Loom

The ball in his hand should be part of the creature that touched Jenkins' shoulder just now. When it was ignited by Jenkins, a shadow in the deep fog was also ignited. Jenkins stood still, watching the burning human figure rushing towards him. He calculated the distance and raised his leg to kick, and the thing that looked a bit like a human but was definitely not a human was kicked away by him, like a burning cotton-like thing in a shattered pillow, flying all over the sky.

The star-like firelight looked very beautiful in the fog.

"What is this?"

Jenkins originally thought it was another ghost or evil spirit, but now it seems to be a physical thing. While thinking about it, a gifter appeared in the distance. Jenkins immediately put on a black robe and patted the cat squatting on his shoulder.

The cat that slept in Jenkins' arms for a night opened its mouth and yawned, and then turned into the appearance of the white cat Vanilla.

"Hmm? Mr. Candle?"

The hooded man with a compass-like thing in his hand appeared from the fog, followed by Mr. White Cat.

When Jenkins first arrived in Beldiran, he had a drink with Mr. Hood and got him drunk to ask him for clues about the people in the Scent Appreciation Committee. Later, Jenkins wanted to apologize to him, but Mr. Hood quickly finished his business in Beldiran and left. He returned to Nolan much earlier than Jenkins.

"Mr. Hood, Mr. White Cat, good evening."

He took off his hat and said, then casually threw the remains of the red ball that had been burned to ashes on the ground.

"Did you see it... Well, you saw it."

Mr. Hood glanced at the compass in his hand, and the needle on it pointed straight at what Jenkins had thrown from his hand.

"It's good that you killed it. I thought the two of us would chase it all night."

"I also encountered it occasionally. It seemed to want to attack me. By the way, what exactly is this thing?"

Mr. Hood and Mr. White Cat were entrusted by a factory owner tonight to investigate the "haunted" incident in his factory at night. Although Mr. Hood is not short of money, he happened to need some evil spirit dust recently, so he started the investigation tonight.

The two originally thought it was an evil spirit just like Jenkins, but they didn't expect to be shocked by the monster with a physical body after seeing it with their own eyes.

"That thing is very good at hiding. We searched for it in that textile factory for most of the night. I even thought my compass was broken, but that's impossible. I used this compass to find Sk... ahem, that thing is hiding in a bunch of textile machines. In fact, it looks exactly like a textile machine."

The three of them talked as they walked, and Mr. Hood tried to use his hands to gesture what he wanted to say.