The knock on the door continued, and this was a strange place, where ordinary divination methods were difficult to be effective. Of course, even if divination is effective in the tricky world, Jenkins has no hope for his divination ability. He wanted to ask the professor for advice, but the professor fainted again, so he could only yell loudly:
"who is it?"
But no one responded.
After thinking for a long time, the knock on the door became weaker and weaker, as if he wanted to leave. Jenkins glanced at the wardrobe in the corner, then at the alarm clock with a disgusted expression, and finally walked up the basement steps, took a breath and opened the door a crack.
The scene outside the door was horrific. Half an hour ago, it was an ordinary apartment, but now the walls and floor were covered with thick pink meat blankets, and black tentacles grew out from everywhere, swaying in the air.
Black aura is everywhere, even the person who knocked on the door with his fingers has a black aura. It was a fat middle-aged man with the appearance of a businessman, but what he was talking about was his hat with a human face instead of the expressionless face under his head.
"Hi, I'm a businessman who buys water, do you want to trade?"
The accent was so strong that Jenkins had a hard time understanding what he was saying.
"What water do you want?"
If it's just ordinary water, Jenkins can create a lot of water with one [Speak].
"All I want is water with supernatural powers or the blood of a living person."
A slender tongue sticks out of the mouth of the human face on the hat, as if to lick Jenkins' face, but the flames from Jenkins' pores prevent this action.
"How about it, your blood or your companion's blood is fine."
said the Hat, and added in a smug tone:
"Any amount is fine. You can provide me with blood that can keep you fighting. No matter how much blood you trade with me, the alarm clock will decrease..."
"You know what we're doing?"
Jenkins asked abruptly.
"certainly."
The tone of the hat became inexplicably high.
"I want to know what's going on in this strange situation."
The strange feeling is getting stronger and stronger, and there is definitely something wrong with the strange situation this time.
"Yes, but you have to trade with me."
The hat didn't refuse, which surprised Jenkins very much.
He hesitated for a moment, then took out the fountain pen he brought down from the second floor, unscrewed the back cover, and signaled the hat to pay attention to the bag containing the ink.
"Do these ** meet your requirements?"
The aura of this pen comes from these inks. Jenkins originally planned to try to merge with his [Creation Pencil] if he could take it out, but now it seems impossible.
"Oh~"
The hat on the man's head outside the door showed a dismissive expression, which was obviously different from what it imagined. But no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. The hat thought for a while, controlled its body, took out the hand in the pocket, and took away the pen.
That is not a hand at all, but a part with a structure similar to a claw.
Maybe it was too long to open the door, Jenkins noticed that the meat blanket outside the door was trying to attack the basement. The candle Jenkins was holding spread flames around the door frame, and there should be no problem incinerating any flesh that tried to get in for a short time.
Just staring at the environment outside the door for too long, Jenkins felt the nausea and discomfort just now again. He wanted to close the deal as quickly as possible, and so did the man outside the door.
"You're really mean, that's fine."
He seemed to have suddenly lost interest in Jenkins, "This is the end..."
"I know, but I wonder if this is a fictional end, or something that has happened in the past?"
Even knowing that the strange land is a small fragment divided by the ruler's space, the strange land this time is somewhat unexpected. Jenkins firmly believes that this so-called "doomsday" is not that simple. Another evidence is that he has never encountered such a complicated situation before.
"That's an interesting question, but unfortunately I can't answer it for you."
The person outside the door shook his head to express regret, but Jenkins believed that his inability to answer had already shown to a certain extent that this strange scene was most likely a fragment of the past.
"However, how could the Juggernaut's world completely preserve a fragment of the past?"
Thinking in my heart, the man outside the door who still didn't leave continued to speak:
"But since I took your things, I naturally want to give a hint... If you really want to peek into the truth of this strange situation, then you might as well think about what is guiding you..."
After speaking, he turned around and left. The tentacles on the pink meat blanket desperately wanted to get close to the man wearing the hat, but they were immediately cut by an invisible knife, breaking in two in one fell swoop.
"Guide me..."
When it was difficult to close the door, I heard the alarm clock announcing that the time had been shortened again. Only then did Jenkins realize that it was this alarm clock that guided everyone after entering the strange realm.
"Alarm clock... time... Could it be that this strange situation comes from a master who is in charge of the time domain?"
This is not impossible, and in this way, it completely makes sense for the cause of the fragments of this strange world.
"The world distorts time, so it can retain the fragments of the past. This strange scene is a fragment of a catastrophe in the past, but I don't know if it is an ordinary disaster in the era or a cataclysm at the end of the era."
Although there is no evidence, Jenkins has believed his own speculation. He sniffed, picked up the cat guarding the miner's lamp, and prepared to face the next test.
In fact, the difficulty of this strange land was a little lower than Jenkins expected, especially since he and the cat brought a lot of items from the second floor. In the following time, Jenkins discovered that each item can actually be used to solve a certain event. As long as the corresponding item is in hand, the danger is not very great.
The dead man in the corner cabinet needed a statuette of a woman with a broken arm, which Jenkins figured out after he found a hole in the wall with an eye and stuck a poker into the hole to blind that eye.
And once you have this kind of thinking, things will be easy to deal with later. Even if Jenkins and the cat can't bring all the useful things upstairs down, his force can barely handle some unhandled accidents.
In the blink of an eye, he stayed in the basement for three hours, and because of repeated reductions, there was still the last half hour of time left in the treacherous land.
Lying on the ground panting heavily, he was a little afraid that if he hadn't cheated with the extra black chess piece just now, how would he deal with the chess player who came in from the sewer.