The Master of the Strange Realm

"Don't worry, even the joint meeting of the Twelve Righteous Gods is still being prepared. It won't start until at least next Saturday. Our negotiations with the church, no matter how early, will not be earlier than the middle of next month..."

He paused and thought about the twentieth anniversary of next month, which would be the first anniversary of his coming into this world. Looking back now, this year has been really difficult, but also very fulfilling and interesting.

"Do you even know the date when the Zhengshen Church will hold its meeting? It seems that you are quite well prepared."

Miss Magic smiled.

"Of course. After all, this can be regarded as the most important event since the emergence of the new lie sect that people recognize."

As he spoke, Jenkins stood up, took out a small paper bag from his pocket, and sprinkled the gold powder inside on the ground. There was clearly a breeze floating in the fog in the cemetery, but the trajectory of the powder falling was not affected by the wind at all.

"This matter needs to be considered carefully. Although I think it is the right choice for you to support me, the decision must be made by yourself... Do you have anything else to do today?"

he asked suddenly.

Miss Magic thought for a while:

"I wanted to take care of my hair, but I can go tomorrow."

"Then why not join me today? Do you know about the successive deaths of royal heirs? I am...investigating this matter at the invitation of William. This will definitely be interesting. Moreover, I I can pay you."

Miss Magic thought for a while and then agreed, but at the same time she said that she was working for Miss Windsor, which could be regarded as working for William, so she did not need additional compensation.

She was very interested in the ritual that Jenkins was arranging at the moment, because after the Rhett language, the tree trunk surrounded by seven "sacrifice"-like disgusting things was carved with ancient elven script by Jenkins.

"I originally thought it was a sacrificial ceremony, but now it seems to be related to hunting? Do you understand the mystery of elves?"

"Yes, there is a great elder who has taught me a lot recently."

This refers to the old elf.

"That's really lucky. In our time, even the stories of elves have almost disappeared."

The ritual that Jenkins arranged now is an ancient [Hunting and Tracking] ritual, which is completely mysterious to the elves. This is also one of the basic rituals taught to Jenkins by the old elves. This ritual was still very common in the old elves' youth. Rangers in the forest would occasionally encounter some creatures from the "outside world" hiding in the vast forest. At this time, they needed to track their tracks. The most basic method is to conduct [Hunting and Tracking] based on the corpses of creatures killed by "foreign bodies" while eating.

According to the old elf, contemporary elves rarely use this ritual. But this does not mean that this ritual does not work. On the contrary, precisely because of its ancient and basic nature, most anti-divination, anti-prophecy and anti-tracking have no great effect on it.

Seeing that Jenkins didn't mind her being there, Miss Magic watched with interest as this unprecedented ceremony was arranged and held. The core of the ceremony was the vibrant tree. As the ceremony unfolded, light green light sprinkled from the tree to the ground, lighting up the tree trunk and every rune on the ground.

Gold powder adheres to the runes, and seven "remains" from different deceased people are included in the ritual's scope of influence. Seeing Mr. Candle standing outside the ritual formation and chanting ancient Elvish language softly, for a moment, Miss Magic felt that the surroundings were not a cemetery, but a truly vast forest.

She determined that this was not an illusion, but a "reality" captured by powerful inspiration that did not conform to the material world itself. Coupled with the recent rumors, such as the World Tree, the speculation about Mr. Candle's identity became more and more certain.

Soon, as the spiritual light of the ritual converged, the seven remains from different victims gathered together and turned into a dark red ball mixed with teeth and flesh. Jenkins picked it up with gloves, feeling a little slippery and soft, and then asked Miss Magic to join him in erasing the runes on the tree trunk and the ground, so that they could set off.

"Why is this ceremony so..."

Miss Magic looked at the meat ball with some worry:

"Is it really an elven ritual?"

Judging from the results of the ceremony alone, it really looks like a cult's sacrifice summoning ceremony.

"You don't think that elves are completely kind-hearted creatures, do you? Although the relics left by the elves and some historical materials record it this way, this is because before the elves left the material world, they carefully set records and records that were unfavorable to themselves. The history has been erased, coupled with the changes of the years and the descriptions of human writers, it is easy to think of them as creatures like rabbits who like to eat vegetarian food..."

Jenkins explained, and then squeezed the ball of flesh in his hand. It immediately emitted a blood-red light from the center, as if a glowing fetus was pregnant inside. Of course, this is an illusion, it is just a ritual prop responsible for finding the "murderer".

Although it is not necessarily the same killer who killed those seven people, the [Hunting and Tracking] that the elf ritual points to is not tracking specific people, but the creature that "caused death." This makes Jenkins' operation easier, because he is likely to catch the last suspect in one shot.

He climbed over the fence over the cemetery with Miss Magic, and then the two of them chatted and walked towards the city according to the direction of the meatball in Jenkins' hand. Jenkins mentioned that he met Mr. Hood in the Evergreen Forest a few days ago. Miss Magic was also concerned about whether Mr. Hood's arm had been "repaired". The word she used was not "treatment", so she obviously knew The truth about that arm.

Although he had seen Mr. Hood's face, Jenkins did not know where Mr. Hood lived. He only knew that he was a well-known businessman, so he did not know what happened that day. However, Miss Magic knew Mr. Hood's identity as an ordinary person, and said that if things could be settled quickly today, then the two of them could visit Mr. Hood in the evening, and he would be very happy.

The two of them and the cat strolled through the smog-shrouded Saturday morning, looking at the silhouette of the street corner of one of the largest cities of this era. Walking through an alley filled with discarded metal pipes, passing by the main entrance of the Opera House where horse-drawn carriages were parked closely, I met a uniformed patrolman at the intersection, and passed by a boy selling newspapers.

Finally, I smiled and said hello to the passing flower girl, and bought a tulip at a very high price.

He did not give it to Miss Magic, but carefully placed the sticky meat ball on the flower. Then the meat ball seemed to be absorbed by the flower, adding a few bright lines to the originally light yellow petals. Blood red silk.

"There is no discrepancy between the accounts of historians and writers and the truth."

He explained to his friend:

"Elves are indeed a group of creatures that pursue the ultimate in aesthetics."

"You know a lot about elves?"

"Of course, I know a friend who is part elf."

Jenkins nodded and said, so the expression on Miss Magic's face became even weirder.

The two finally followed the guidance of the blood-red light and arrived at the door of a hotel hidden in a remote alley in the east of the city. A store that could still operate hidden in such a location would definitely not be a legitimate business. In addition to the conceivable prostitutes who go out to solicit customers at night, they may also be involved with forces such as the black market and gangs.

But that's okay, it's very convenient for the two of them.

I opened the hotel door and looked around at the decoration and dirty wooden floors. Jenkins touched the cat on his shoulder, took the flower in his hand and walked to the counter:

"Who lives in the third room on the left on the second floor?"

He asked directly, putting his right hand into his pocket to grab something.

"Even if you give me gold pounds, I can't tell you. This is professional ethics. If I tell you this time, will my store still be able to operate in the future?"

The fat, bald middle-aged shop owner said that the temperature was already a bit high in the morning. He was wearing an ugly red shirt, and the second button from the top was missing, so Jenkins guessed that this man was experiencing marital changes.

"I'm not going to pay for it."

As he spoke, he took out his gun. The magic lady behind him smiled and turned to look in other directions.

"I know you're not a nice person, but I don't want to embarrass a stranger I just met. Now tell me the answer, or you can try to see if this gun is a toy model."

When intimidating, the effect of [Fear Aura] was appropriately used, and the effect was very good.

"A middle-aged man in his 30s who lives alone, has brown hair, no beard, and wears glasses. He often goes out in a black coat. He is in the room every morning and most likely not in the afternoon and evening. He has never eaten at our place. "

The fat man said immediately, his body trembling and he retreated. Unfortunately, there was a wall behind him and he couldn't hide.

"do you know him?"

Jenkins asked again.

"do not know."

This was a lie, so Jenkins shook the pistol, and the other party trembled again as if he had epilepsy:

"He is a well-known 'chemist' in East Nolan."

"Um?"

This is a very interesting word.

"That is to say, he is very good at mixing some not-so-legal drugs. Yes, it is the kind you imagine. He has a workshop that he opened in partnership with others, hidden in the mining area. He has been hiding here recently, and it seems that he is Because he got into some trouble, I heard he was planning to leave Nolan.”

The fat man's information was unexpectedly detailed, which made Jenkins evaluate the value of [Fear Aura] again.

He nodded clearly, glanced at the clock in the corner, and then motioned for Miss Magic to follow him upstairs.

Chapter 1739 Chapter 1712 "Chemist"

"Doesn't that person need to be dealt with?"

Miss Magic said casually, without looking at the shop owner, and followed Jenkins to go upstairs.

"No need, we will leave as soon as we finish our work. He will never meet us again in his life."

With that said, the two of them walked to the third floor. The stairwell was narrow, and the corridors on each floor were even more crowded due to the accumulation of various debris. It fit the look of this informal small hotel.

After confirming that the other party was not the benefactor, Jenkins asked Miss Magic to step back. He used the bloodshot tulip in his hand to confirm again and again that it was the inconspicuous door in front of him. He put his hand on the crack of the door and easily pulled it from the inside. The bronze latch was burned out.

As he opened the door, there was a muffled sound in the room. What he saw next was that the window was wide open, the curtains were blown into the air by the wind that poured into the room, and some notebook pages on the ground also flew up and rushed towards the door.

Grabbing the flying pages, Miss Magic quickly walked to the window and looked down at the alley, but after a few seconds, she turned around and shrugged regretfully:

"nobody."

"Looks like he hasn't gone far yet."

Jenkins came to this conclusion before turning and walking to the closet. Together with Chocolate, they looked at the stains on the wardrobe handle that were probably oil stains or something else, and then opened the large wardrobe, exposing the man hiding inside to the warm wind with a burning smell in the summer.

"A chemist, right?"

Jenkins asked, looking at the tall, thin middle-aged man who was huddled in embarrassment. He wears a pair of thick glasses, and although his hair is messy, he looks gentle. If Jenkins were to give his first impression, he would probably be a depressed middle-aged technical college tutor.

"I thought you were going to be in the closet with a gun waiting for me to open the door."

"I was sleeping just now, and I didn't notice in time that someone came to me. I have a gun, and it was pressed under the blue-covered notebook on the desk..."

The man said helplessly, and then climbed out of the closet under the gaze of two strangers, almost tripping over his plaid shirt:

"Okay, who do you belong to? Why are you here for me? Or do you want to buy something interesting from me?"

He sat on his bed and lowered his head and said, his words were a bit fast and panicked, and his voice was low, as if he was nervous.

"We're not here to buy anything. We just want to ask you, do you know about the recent murders of royal heirs one after another?"

Silence fell in the room until Miss Magic closed the window because she felt that the curtains that were blowing up and making annoying noises were obstructed by the wind. The "chemist" who lowered his head said:

"I knew I shouldn't have taken that business."

His tone was filled with regret.

"what business?"

"Promise me one thing, please kill me after I say it, but don't go to my family. They have now taken the money and left Nolan."

"Do you want to die so much?"

"I'm definitely dead this time. If you don't come to kill me, my employer won't let his secrets leak out. Why don't you do it, and I can relax a little bit."

"Okay, tell me what you know. Like...how did this start?"

"About half a month ago, an acquaintance told me that he wanted to introduce me to a big business. Then I met a man with a very military temperament. He asked me if I could separate the serum."

"Separate serum? Do you have a centrifuge?"

Jenkins asked in surprise. The one who was even more surprised than him was the "chemist":

"Do you also understand this? Yes, I do. This is a model that I designed myself, a hybrid of manual rotation and mechanical power. I asked friends from the Mechanicus Church to get the key components, and I also spent a lot of money to buy them from Chess A miniaturized Mark VI steam engine was shipped to Lan, and I usually use it to separate some...composites. But in short, I am probably the only person in this city who can do this. "

Jenkins therefore deduced that the man who entrusted him probably had nothing to do with the power of the Giver, and that the Giver did not need to go to such trouble to separate the serum.

"You agreed to that job offer?"

"Yes, the price he paid was very high... very high. But for serum, it is best to take blood from a living body, preserve it immediately and then separate it, so that person took me to the target. ..."

He finally raised his head. Under his messy hair were deep-set eye sockets:

"It's not that I have never killed anyone, but I also know what I have killed recently, so I understand my fate. I am just an ordinary person. I don't want to get involved in the struggle for power in the kingdom, and I don't have the ability to participate. So I I found an opportunity to escape, but now it seems that I didn’t escape far enough.”

This further confirms that the group of people who entrusted him are not the Gifters. Otherwise, just find an ordinary person in Nolan and use divination. It is impossible for Jenkins and Miss Magic to find the chemist first.

"But what's up with that anti-divination and anti-psychic thing?"

Jenkins wondered in his mind, and then continued to ask:

"What else do you know?"

"That's all I know. I don't know anything more, and they don't let me know. Those people came to me just to let me draw blood from those who were killed and then separate the serum. You probably know the corpses There are many pinholes on the body, but they are actually used to cover up the pinholes used to draw blood.”

The chemist said dejectedly.

Miss Magic walked up to Jenkins and asked:

"So do you have something that they gave you? Not something that a lot of people have touched like paper money, but something that only the people who hired you have touched."

"Yes, it's in that notebook."

So Jenkins walked to the desk and quickly found a page with cross-shaped creases tucked in the notebook. Above are some data handwritten in pencil and a hand-drawn sketch of what appear to be serum separation requirements.

Miss Magic took it and looked at it, then nodded to Jenkins:

"This will do."

"Well."

Jenkins then stretched out his fingers and put them on the head of the unknown man. With the use of [Profane Production], the man leaned backward on the bed. Although he was still breathing, he would never wake up again. And because of this ability, no one can perform divination or psychic reading on the "corpse". As long as his wife and children move to a remote countryside, it will be difficult to find him.

Then the two of them quickly left the hotel. In a remote alley, Miss Magic used the pencil manuscript to perform a ritual to track. Jenkins was originally worried that the ritual would fail, but he did not expect that the owner of the manuscript did not do any anti-tracking at all, so Miss Magic easily used the ritual to establish a connection between the manuscript and its owner.

Chapter 1740 Chapter 1713 Beldiran's Spy