The Master of the Strange Realm

"I don't know. That's the second question."

“How to quickly identify people infected with [Gear Bacteria]?”

"I don't know. That's the third question."

"In the years of your life, what other major events happened in the year when [Gear Bacteria] first broke out?"

"This question is very broad...The biggest incident is that the [Creation and Machinery] Church was in civil strife, and a level 7 gifter carried three gifts and rebelled. This is the fourth question."

Dad and Jenkins looked at each other at the same time. Could this be related to this?

"Which three?"

"I only know one thing. If you want to know the answer, you have to pay the price of five additional answers."

"explain."

Dad didn't even blink.

"C-08-2-2218, stopped clock."

"effect?"

"I don't know. Cheng Hui has 10 questions and 500 pounds. Please pay outside. We only accept cash."

Dad didn't speak for a while. He squinted his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. Then he looked at Jenkins:

"Do you have any more questions?"

"Huh? Oh, me, no more."

Dad nodded and walked out with Jenkins.

Watching the door disappear as if erased by an eraser, Jenkins let out a breath. The space just now gave him an uncomfortable feeling, like standing in a cemetery.

"So expensive? Fifty pounds per question?"

In the dim mine tunnel, this was his first concern.

"It's worth the price. He does know a lot of things. Sometimes I will pay him to identify some items. If I weren't afraid that he would take the initiative to blow out the candles and commit suicide, I would have reported this person's matter to the church."

Although he said he didn't care, my father was also dissatisfied with this unjust money.

"Dad, this is someone else's territory."

Chapter 175 Chapter 171 Murder on the Street

Jenkins reminded in a low voice, deliberately slamming his boots on the ground to block the spread of the sound.

"Hmph~"

The old man hummed softly and showed the thing in his hand to Jenkins. It was a piece of silver engraved with tiny runes, which was what Jenkins knew as the Silence Charm.

"You are still too young and inexperienced."

"Yes Yes Yes."

During the process of leaving [Mr. Ink Club], Dad remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking. He didn't come back to his senses until the two of them turned from the alley to a main road.

"Sorry, I just thought of something. I didn't expect that I would be able to ask something this time."

The two walked side by side, Jenkins raised his collar to cover his mouth, and then asked in a low voice.

"Is the information just now of any value?"

"The first recorded outbreak of gear bug was much earlier than the one Biedes mentioned, but it was from that time on that the spread of the bug became easier. Before, it could only be spread through blood."

Seeing a hurried woman approaching, the two immediately stopped talking and waited until the person walked away before continuing.

"The church has suspected for a long time that the defection of the gifter of [Skilled Craftsman] was the key factor causing this change. But those people in the [Creation and Machinery] church refused to explain what happened at that time, and that's how I found out , it turns out that the defectors took away three [gifts], which is really a huge loss, no wonder it was concealed, I didn’t expect that Bedes actually knew these things..."

The early morning of Sunday was still shrouded in a thin layer of smoke. The city was recovering, and there were gradually more pedestrians and horse-drawn carriages on the road. Walking forward with the two of them, there was also a thin young man with a haggard face. He was sniffing as he walked and looked uncomfortable. There is some distance between the three of them, so there is no need to worry about the conversation being heard.

"So, do you know C-08-2-2218? It's that clock."

"I have never heard that the Church of the Twelve Orthodox Gods will share information about strange objects according to the agreement. The information about [Supernormal] is partially shared, but the [Gift] has always been a secret."

Dad replied absently, not looking at Jenkins, but at a man standing at the corner in front.

He was wearing a common black top hat and a somewhat dirty brown coat. He leaned his back against the wall, as if he was doing nothing. Compared with this, his pair of leather shoes stained with mud attracted more attention.

The man should be just over thirty years old, but his temperament is inexplicably vicissitudes of life. He glanced towards Jenkins, and put his lowered right hand into his arms.

Jenkins stopped subconsciously, and his father, who was walking side by side, also stopped.

"that person......"

He said uncertainly, and then unexpectedly discovered that the man's eyes were not looking at him, but at the thin man with a haggard face who continued to walk forward.

"He's not here to find us."

Dad said softly, then frowned: "No!"

It was too late to say this, and the man leaning against the wall put his hand into his arms. When the young man walked by, his left hand unexpectedly held his back, and his right hand took out a dagger and stabbed it directly into the young man's stomach.

"Ah~"

The lady passing by in the carriage happened to see this scene, and her screams added a touch of worry to the peaceful Sunday morning in Nolan City.

Due to the appearance of Pirate King-Destroyer Fimixiu a few days ago, the dock area has become the focus of police patrols. Not long after the murder occurred on the street, the entire street was blocked. Jenkins and his father didn't have time to leave, so they were invited to the police station because they were one of the few people who had seen the entire murder process.

But I was very lucky, or my father had a lot of face. The two were well prepared because they were worried about going out together. They had many genuine contraband items on them, such as guns.

But Chief Blake, who was in charge of the case, greeted his father with a smile:

"Mr. Oliver, I didn't expect to see you here."

This is a chubby middle-aged man with a full beard, wearing a police uniform. It can be seen from the three stars on his shoulders that his police rank should be superintendent, but his father calls him sergeant.

There are actually two police stations in Nolan City, which are parallel to each other. This is determined by the special location of Nolan City. Among them, the one located on Stillwell Street in the dock area is called Stillwell Field. It is responsible for cases that occur in the dock area and on passing ships, and sometimes cooperates with naval operations. The police station located in the urban area of ​​Nolan City is called Carfax Field by the citizens. It is a city police station in the traditional sense and is responsible for all cases within the entire city of Nolan except for the dock area.

This street murder occurred in the dock area, so Jenkins and Dad are now on Stillwell Street, and Sheriff Black is obviously an acquaintance of Dad.

"Blake, long time no see."

The father nodded, his attitude lukewarm, "What's going on? Premeditated murder?"

He directly asked about the case, which surprised Jenkins who was sitting on a bench on one side, but Chief Black didn't mind explaining it at all, even if his colleagues were working on the other side.

"It's a very simple case. The perpetrator was Mr. Andrew, who lives on Rudy Avenue in Sabine District. He listened to other people's words a few days ago and spent a large sum of money, about 100 pounds, to buy a commemorative coin that is said to be very valuable. . But after I got the goods, I discovered that the big businessman who had promised to buy them was missing, and the seller was also missing, so..."

He shrugged, indicating that things were just as everyone thought.

"Where's the victim?"

Dad asked again, but the police chief did not answer immediately. Instead, he grabbed a young police officer who was passing by and asked him to bring some information and handed it to Dad, and then continued:

"The victim was the introducer at the time, Robert Kumbu. After Mr. Andrew found out that his investment failed, he came to us to report the case. However, based on the existing evidence, this case can only be judged as Mr. Andrew's own investment failure. We sympathize with him. , but the crime of fraud cannot be determined. You are looking at the information when he first came to the police. We did not expect Mr. Andrew to be so impulsive and directly attack Kunbu."

Dad nodded, briefly looked through the file in his hand, and handed it to Jenkins. Jenkins saw Chief Black raise his eyebrows, but did not object, so he also looked through the book.

"Is Kunbu dead?"

Dad asked again.

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"No, the knife did not damage the internal organs. We have already sent him to the hospital. This man is very lucky. He has just enough money to see a doctor. The medical fees at Nolan No. 5 Public Hospital are not cheap."

Jenkins and Dad were asked just a few questions before being allowed to leave. No one searched them, and no one wanted to know why they were there so early in the morning.

"Dad also has connections in the police station? Oh, by the way, you are a consultant."

After pushing open the store door and flipping the cardboard at the door to the "Opening" side, Jenkins asked.

"You will never guess how powerful dad is. Also, there are people from the Zhengshen Church in the police department, which is not surprising. Today's luck is pretty good. We went out together, and we just met someone we didn't have much to do with. Homicide, we are so nervous when we go out with so many things. Come with me to the warehouse at the back and place the goods shipped yesterday. I have a hunch that we will make a big deal today! "

Dad walked to the back excitedly, but Jenkins thought of something.

Earlier this week, he used [Disease Curse] to curse two people who tried to defraud an antique shop. Although the curse was destroyed in just one night, the two cursed people should be troubled by the flu for a while.

The Robert Kumbu who was attacked just now was obviously not the two people he had seen, because the size and appearance were very different, and the three of them were all ordinary people. But they are both fraudsters and they all have the flu. Is this a coincidence?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and Jenkins decided to make sure.

Dad's guess about luck unexpectedly came true. The batch of antiques he purchased that were imitations of the ancient Hikali Kingdom from 300 years ago actually met a big buyer. The buyer was an old man dressed as a butler, with a white wig on his bald head.

His master, Viscount Augustus, needed a batch of antiques to decorate his manor, so he bought all of his father's new goods in one go.

It was the biggest sale Jenkins had seen since becoming an apprentice in an antique shop. Mr. Butler's tactics are extraordinary, and his methods of negotiating prices are also extraordinary.

But even though he took off his white gloves and talked with his father all morning, he still bought the goods at a price that was more than twice the purchase price.

Based on Jenkins' understanding of the industry, the normal transaction price of this batch of goods is almost the same. This is really a hugely profitable industry.

In the evening, after a day's work, Jenkins went home first to calm the grumpy cat, and then took it to Stillwell Field. The police officer also knew Jenkins and quickly led him to Sheriff Black. After hearing about Jenkins' purpose, the Sheriff did not deliberately embarrass him and told him the hospital address of Robert Kumbu, the injured person in the attack.

Of course, this is because Jenkins "accidentally" picked up the 5-pound note that Sheriff Black dropped on the ground. It is definitely not a bribe.

The familiar No. 5 Public Hospital in Nolan City, the evil spirit incident did not have a great impact on this place. Even the female body that was discovered was not known to the public.

It was easy to find the ward shared by five people. Kumbu, who was still unconscious, was guarded by a newly promoted police officer and two auxiliary police officers. Because the murder occurred at a crowded intersection, it would surely appear in the Nolan Daily the next day, so Stillwell Field would not allow this person to cause problems at this time.

Since the target was still unconscious, Jenkins didn't bother himself to talk to the three police officers. He waited for a while at the door of the ward, stopped a passing doctor, and then paid 3 shillings to be allowed to view the hospitalization records.

There was only the name and illness of the injured on it, and there was no record of anything like having a cold. But that's no problem. The most important thing in the hospital is doctors, and Jenkins is very rich.

After a lot of effort, it was finally confirmed that Stilwell Kumbu's current symptoms were a cold. But his symptoms had appeared three weeks earlier, and Jenkins found the doctor who diagnosed him at the time. After bloodletting and herbal treatments failed, Kumbu never came to the hospital, but the record remained.

"The time didn't match up, so I was really nervous."

After walking out of the hospital and shaking his head slightly, Jenkins finally felt relieved. He conducted the investigation in his true colors this time, because there was nothing worth hiding about this matter from beginning to end.

When Kumbu wakes up, Sheriff Black will interrogate him again, and then he can find out if he has any accomplices. Although these liars are just ordinary people, Jenkins has not forgotten the cultists who believe in [Prince of Lies], and some of them still remain in the city.

Be cautious, be cautious.

Things changed the next day. Jenkins was assigned by his father to escort the antiques purchased by Baron Augustus yesterday to his manor in the suburbs and collect the balance payment on the way. The antiques were packed into two large boxes by Dad, and it took a lot of effort to load them into the carriage.

The church's follow-up processing of the demon incident is still in progress. They discovered a special item numbered B-06-5-7340, named the Brave Man's Arena, which flowed into the small town through the black market about two months ago. Wellington hands. But in the current search, no trace of this item was found. Dad said not to go to the black market this week. Because of this incident, illegal gifters who are worried about getting into trouble should be more cautious in the near future.

The hired coachman looked a little unhappy. He knew how heavy the thing was when he helped carry the box onto the carriage. Because of this trip of work, my horse may be exhausted.

The coachman's dissatisfaction was only directed at his father. He was still happy to chat with Jenkins. Because they knew some words, the content of the conversation between the two was this morning's newspaper news, so they naturally talked about last night's murder.

"I heard that the situation was very bloody, and the whole street was covered in blood."

The driver said in an exaggerated tone, "The newspaper said that the victim was only injured in the flesh. That must be false."

"Oh, is that so?"

If he and his father hadn't witnessed the murder with their own eyes yesterday, Jenkins might really believe what the coachman said. But he didn't want to explain too much. Encountering a murder was not a very lucky thing.

"The newspaper didn't seem to mention the cause of the crime, but people who can commit crimes on the street are definitely not good citizens. Sir, a lot of things have happened in Nolan in the past six months. Fortunately, gentlemen of the police station I don’t think this is a serial murder case, just an individual case.”

Chapter 177 Chapter 173 Augustus

"Yes, but there seem to be reports of serial killings in other parts of the kingdom, which are too far away from us."

Jenkins agreed with the coachman's idea. There have been monsters, evil gods, cultists and time travelers in Nolan City, so there is no need for Midnight Slayer to get involved.

"I heard that the victim who was staying in the hospital disappeared yesterday evening without even paying the consultation fee. The policemen who were responsible for guarding were in bad luck. Ha, I don't believe that he would escape on his own. After all, he has suffered so much Such a serious injury..."

As the coachman spoke, he pulled the reins to make the horse slow down.

"Wait, who did you say was missing?"

Jenkins read the newspaper reports about the murder many times today, and he was sure he had not seen the news.

"That's the victim of the street murder the newspaper said."

The coachman turned back and gave Jenkins a strange look, as if he was curious about his surprise. "The police gentlemen were sitting in my carriage when they returned to the police station this morning. They kept arguing. I mean, I was not eavesdropping. Their It’s too loud…”

These ordinary people's fraudsters had nothing to do with Jenkins. He went to investigate yesterday just out of curiosity. He thought it was just a coincidence, but Robert Kumble's disappearance increased Jenkins' suspicion of the matter.

He thought about what happened around him recently, and finally thought that it was better to be safe than sorry. This matter was a good thing and needed to be investigated further.