The cat is in good spirits, and Jenkins is also in a pretty good mood.
Maybe the subtle coincidence between the story that was read and the current environment is really just a coincidence. In the next ten minutes, Jenkins searched the entire antique store and found nothing unusual.
It's not like his eyes didn't fail, but at least he can't make mistakes against any non-god creatures. For safety, Jenkins even let the chocolate with a very sensitive nose play a cameo as a police dog. Although he was not very happy, he still sniffed around.
But nothing was found except a silver coin that had fallen under a shelf.
Jenkins was very puzzled by this, but it can only be attributed to his own overthinking for the time being. He wanted to pick up the book to read other stories, but at this moment the bell rang again at the door, it seemed that the business of the antique shop at night was much better than during the day.
"Good evening, Jenkins, isn't Pop here?"
It was not a guest, but Captain Bincy. Jenkins also saw his team waiting at the door, and after a quick count, it looked like the whole squad was out.
"Father is out on errands. I'm looking at the shop tonight. He received news that a batch of 'goods' will come from the pier tonight."
Jenkins pronounced the word "goods" a little more emphatically, and Captain Bincy nodded in understanding immediately.
"Be careful tonight, [Starry Sky and Equilibrium Church] just sent us a message that a serious containment incident occurred on their side. A powerful monster suddenly awakened from the seal, and the energy of the riot almost destroyed Half of the underground containment facility. The monster was suppressed, but part of the monster escaped.
Tonight, Nolan's five churches were all dispatched to search for the escaped scary thing. Be careful, if possible, it's better to stay in an antique shop instead of going home, I remember that there should be a well-packed guest room here. "
Captain Bincy just passed by here and opened the door to inform the antique store when he saw that the lights were still on. After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, thinking that he still had a lot of tasks to do.
Jenkins came out from behind the counter and stood in the doorway watching the group go down Fifth Queens Avenue. He didn't ask what the escaped creepy thing was just now, and Captain Bincy didn't mention it either. By the time Jenkins realized it, Captain Bincy had already walked away.
"It always felt like something extraordinary was going to happen this night."
Muttering to himself, Jenkins closed the store door, and when he turned around, the books on the counter fell to the ground. The book was a normal book, he had just established that, so the book must have fallen because the chocolate had kicked it off.
"Meow~"
Facing Jenkins' accusation, Chocolat protested angrily. It lowered its head and dashed on the counter, pushing all the things on the table, including ink bottles, pens, and teacups, to the ground, making a crackling sound.
Jenkins suddenly realized:
"Oh, that's how it is! When the book fell just now, I didn't hear the sound. There's something weird about it!"
He immediately ruled out the suspicion of chocolate, and then beckoned to the cat, telling it to walk away from the book and not touch it.
"There is a problem! This is definitely not right!"
Generally speaking, when this happens, it must mean that Jenkins is out of luck. Jenkins picked up the cat very cautiously, and looked around again. This time, he focused his attention on the void, and finally saw an extremely thin black thread, which was connected to the book from outside the street through the window.
As Jenkins watched the thread, it jerked violently, causing the book at the end of the thread to jerk too.
"Go!"
Jenkins immediately turned around and ran. He opened the store door and came to the street, trying to catch up with Captain Bincy and his party who hadn't gone far. But just as the body left the area covered by the rain eaves, the surrounding scenery became blurred like oil paint melted by flames.
There was the crackling sound of flames burning wood behind him, and Jenkins turned around to see the fireplace burning in Papa's Antiques behind him. He widened his eyes, and then turned back to look at the Fifth Queen's Road in front of him, but his surroundings had completely changed into the appearance of an antique shop.
This is definitely not moving him back into the antique store through space movement, because the fireplace in the antique store was no longer in use a few weeks ago. It can't be a step back in time either, because while it's like Papa's Antiques, the details are subtly different.
There was no chocolate cushion on the left side of the counter, for example, and the top shelf was closer to the ceiling than Jenkins remembered.
"It's not going back in time, so this is an illusion?"
Jenkins stood there without moving, opening his eyes and looking around. Just as he expected, black auras were scattered throughout the space. It looked like he was really out of luck tonight, and part of that escaped monster might be this one in front of him.
"How could it be such a coincidence? This is a bit wrong, who wants to kill me?"
Feeling puzzled, he carefully put his cat into the clothes, and then wrapped the shirt tightly to prevent it from falling out. After looking around, he didn't see the detective novel again, then walked behind the counter, bent down and found that the solid counter had now become hollow, and a blood-red mass of flesh was curled up in the shadow under the counter.
At first glance, the newborn lump of flesh actually had a strange sense of sanctity, it looked like a baby; but immediately felt like a mass of filth, like the dirt that hadn’t been scrubbed in the corner of the bathroom for a long time. Disgusting stuff.
"Meow~"
It's not the sound of chocolate, it's the sound of the meatball. Jenkins, who is used to chocolate meows, was disgusted by such fake meows. Even if ordinary meows are not as immature as a young kitten, they will definitely not look like they are dying with phlegm in their throats and inflamed tonsils. hoarse voice.
"What is this?"
Jenkins took a step back and saw that the mass of flesh was wriggling, and the surface of the mass of flesh gradually became transparent, revealing the forming organs and the baby's head inside.
The beating sound of the heart was particularly obvious in the antique shop at the moment, and Jenkins squinted his eyes to look at the position of the umbilical cord. I don't know if it's a coincidence, but the black aura of the umbilical cord is actually the strongest.
Putting his hand in his pocket, he found the bottle containing the umbilical cord. Jenkins carried it with him because he was coming home late at night and worried about the umbilical cord at home.
"Isn't it the creepy thing that escaped, the pretender attracted by the umbilical cord?"