Jenkins smiled: "It's just a first-level benefactor, what can I do? I followed him for a day in disguise, and saw him go to the antique shop, talk to the newsboy on the side of the road, carry the box to deliver the goods, go to Pay the steam fee for the next month, and walk into the sewer black market in disguise in the afternoon. Use this as the basis for judgment, I wonder if it is okay?"
This is indeed Jenkins' itinerary yesterday, and the steam fee is from the antique store. He also did go to the black market, in preparation for the night's action, so the words are totally true.
"So, he is really an illegal gifter?"
"I don't know whether it is illegal or not, but it must be the gifter. If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself. You should know him in your real identity, right? You are really a handsome young man, but be careful not to reveal it."
"Don't try to find out who I am."
The young lady's voice suddenly cooled down, and Jenkins spread his hands to indicate that he was not malicious.
"Mr. Birch still hasn't come this time, and everyone has given up waiting for him. The method of determining the time of the next meeting will be changed to the first letter of the first word of the third news item of the "Nolan Daily" next Monday. The sequence in the alphabet, plus the next Monday's date, is when the next party will be."
"Thank you very much."
Jenkins nodded in satisfaction, and silently prayed for Mr. Birch again, that he might really never appear again.
"Any news from the party?"
he asked.
Miss Bailing didn't speak, but stretched out her black gloved hand and twirled Jenkins.
The latter laughed.
"Huh~"
He casually took out a small bottle from his pocket and threw it over.
"Moonstone crumbs? Are you willing to take out something worth three shillings a dozen or so?"
The man shrugged and lied casually:
"In order to raise the item that I traded with you recently, my savings are running out."
The black tulle glove fabric rubbed against the bottle, the arm was slightly tilted, and the bottle slipped into the cuff.
"The biggest news is the incident at the hospital. Mister Magic had distrust because of the church's 'temporary' search of me, but Mr. Hood convinced everyone."
"that's it?"
"No, Mr. Hood said, he heard from another party that on the night when the man in black went to the hospital, some time earlier, someone found a suspicious person in front of the night watchman's house in [Dark Moon]. That night watchman is one of those possessed by evil spirits."
"oh."
Jenkins nodded, "It's suspicious, it shouldn't be such a coincidence, right? What do you think?"
"There is no opinion yet. People in black robes are extremely resistant to divination, and the suspicious person from that night cannot be found through divination. You should have some ideas about this, right?"
The woman meant something, and Jenkins deliberately gave a suspicious smile of "hehehe".
Nolan City is a place with four distinct seasons, but the nights in September are already a little cool. After bidding farewell to Miss Bailing politely, Jenkins returned home full of thoughts.
"Life is a little tiring."
He said softly, and turned the gas lamp on the wall to the minimum light, tore off his shirt, and threw himself on the bed.
Tilting his head and looking at the pen and paper on the table, the plan for the next book is about to start. The more money he earns, the more he will find himself poor. I really hope that there will be a pie in this world.
Of course, there is always a god or cultist behind such stories, and it may end up in the shallow sea outside the corpse dock area, or the dirty sewers under Nolan.
In the next few days, Jenkins was looking forward to Miss Hesha coming back to test himself, but in fact no one showed up, and she seemed to have forgotten about it.
On Saturday morning, Dad took a few pages and read them carefully. After copying the tadpole text, Jenkins felt full of energy. After arranging the anti-products on one shelf, he leaned over to look at his father.
"Don't be so curious, this is the death report from last month."
"What?"
Dad's tone of the word "death" is too light.
"It is the death list of the illegal givers in this diocese. The five churches will count once a month, and then aggregate the data, which can be regarded as a way to judge the peace and stability of the diocese."
As he spoke, he handed the documents to Jenkins.
A lot of things happened in Nolan City last month, but there were less than ten unregistered benefactors who died. Probably the base number is too small, or the intelligence of the church itself is limited.
After skipping the gangster antique dealer Brown and the flesh and blood puppets blown to death by inferior spells, a familiar red cloud logo appeared in front of him, which represented the soul emblem of the deceased.
"Mr. Birch?"
Startled, Jenkins put his hand down gently. Although he had already guessed this result, he still felt inexplicably sad.
The real name of the gentleman was not mentioned in the information, but the cause of death was written in great detail. He ran into A-01-2-0198 on that crazy rainy night, knowing what it was, he readily chose to refuse the transaction. On the third day after the rainy night, he passed away in his own home because of a vine that suddenly appeared in his body. He left a suicide note, confessed his identity, and left some valuable messages, hoping that the church will treat his family well.
"Is that so..."
Jenkins closed his eyes and didn't open them until three minutes later.
"Didn't see Brut the Ice Messenger, isn't he dead yet?"
"Worse than death."
The old man knocked on the wooden table. This was a habit in the Kingdom of Fidgetli. When he said something bad, he knocked on the wood to prevent it from happening to him.
"He was almost sucked dry by the little flower girl, and the act of trying to sacrifice himself to the evil god caused harm to his body. In addition, he refused the flower deal, and the vines burst out of his body... tsk tsk , Anyone who looks at that appearance will have nightmares. But the Church hopes to use him to track down the matter of the [Light Chaser Club], so it used a special method to hang his life."
"God bless."
Jenkins subconsciously prayed.
"this is for you."
The old man patted himself on the head, and handed over a ticket with a euphonium pattern printed on it.
"Wang Li Opera House? Or the best box? Dad got rich? There hasn't been a big income in the store recently, right?"
When Robert and Mary came to visit Jenkins with the letter that day, they were going to the Royal Opera House, so he also knew something about it.
"I didn't buy this. Do you still remember the harmonica you got from the flesh puppet?"
He brought up an incident from last month again.
PS: Mr. Barnard didn't mean to harm Jenkins, he just didn't expect that after his death, he would really be broken into nothingness. Chocolat looked at him mockingly, the reason would be a spoiler. When I get to that chapter, I will give a hint at the end of the chapter.
Another: I changed the introduction.