According to his father's instructions to close the store, Jenkins neither chose to go home nor go to the girls. Instead, he went to the original owner of the fruit plate according to the information he got at the seaside grocery store last week.
It was an old man living alone. Thieves stole his things from his home, and Jenkins got them after changing hands several times. In fact, Jenkins has given up hope of obtaining the secret of the fruit plate, and even its original owner is unlikely to know its secret.
The old man lived in a rental apartment in the south of the city. When Jenkins looked at the apartment across the street with an umbrella, the rain was getting heavier. He pushed back the cat that was protruding from the buttonhole on his chest, then turned around and walked into the alley to change his appearance.
Thinking about the reason for the visit, he waited until the carriage passed by before crossing the street to the downstairs of the apartment. He took a breath and knocked on the door a few times. The door was soaked by rain so that his fingers became wet all at once, and the rust on the door also stuck to his fingers.
Thirty seconds later, I heard footsteps inside the door. The person who opened the door was a mean-looking woman in her thirties. She was wearing a red sweater, holding a teacup in her left hand, and looked at the door with scrutiny. The poorly dressed man.
"You're old Bruce's friend?"
she asked.
"Um?"
Jenkins didn't know Bruce Sr., and she might have mistaken him.
"Clean the water from the soles of the shoes on the floor mats before coming in. Old Bruce is in the second room on the third floor."
She warned, as if Jenkins was the stinking beggar who had just said, "You're not welcome here."
"I see."
I wanted to explain my identity clearly, but the second room on the third floor was Jenkins' target. It sounds like the old man living alone is at home, and this is a good time to visit.
Judging from the living environment, the economic situation of the old man should not be very good. Jenkins thought that his gold pound could compensate him for his impolite visit.
"But what if it's a gifter? No, it shouldn't be a gifter, otherwise the fruit plate wouldn't be stolen so easily."
Thinking this way, Jenkins had already stepped onto the third floor. There are three living rooms on the third floor, all of which are closed at this time.
Although he thought it was impossible to be the bestower, Jenkins took a look with the eyes of truth, and then saw the lying human-shaped blue aura.
"..."
Turning around, I wanted to go downstairs, but an old and tired voice came from the room:
"Is it Harama, please come in, I didn't close the door. I heard Mrs. Rubik open the door for you just now."
"Oh, damn it!"
Jenkins complained in his heart, reached into his coat with his left hand and touched the pistol, then turned back to the door of the room, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.
The room has a fresh smell unique to the morning forest, and the space inside is not too big. When Jenkins pushed the door and came in, the old man in the bedroom spoke again:
"I've already written the will, I think it will be ready after this proofreading. Oh, Willy, you lucky guy, you can finally get my cane, ahem~"
The physical condition of the owner of the room sounded very bad. Jenkins stood in the bedroom and hesitated for a few seconds before walking in slowly.
"Harama, look at this..."
The old man sitting on the bed in pajamas and covered with a quilt finally realized that the person who entered the door was not a friend at all. He shrank towards the foot of the bed nervously, and there was a look of horror on the old man's face.
"Is it a robber? Go away, there is nothing you want here."
The voice was stern but a little panic could be heard. He seemed to want to scare Jenkins away through such intimidation, but it was impossible. Jenkins stood at the bedroom door and watched him, and after a while he opened his right palm to show him the spell:
"This is a spell for sound insulation. I think you should know it. So stop shouting. The women downstairs can't hear you."
Seeing the spell in Jenkins' hand, Old Bruce immediately understood that he was the giver. Although he didn't understand what happened, he thought that the stranger who rushed in was probably a bad person. Immediately, the arm that was stretched forward seemed to want to use some means, but he coughed violently, and even the spirit that was finally condensed in the body was coughed away.
The old man's life is probably coming to an end, even the long-lived alien species will have such a day. He coughed for a long time before he stopped. Jenkins handed him the towel beside the bed, and the old man thanked him softly with a voice squeezed from his lungs.
He pulled a chair from the desk and sat by the bed. Because the room was stuffy, he unbuttoned his coat one by one. The cat sprinted to his knees and lay down. Jenkins put his coat on the back of the chair.
"Who are you, and what are you here for? I'm a dying person, but I have no money, and I don't have any commendable abilities or rituals."
The old man coughed again. Although he remained vigilant, he knew that he could not drive away this strange intruder.
"You are not human."
Jenkins said, before grabbing the old man's dodging arm.
"Yes, yes, I am indeed not human, ahem, I am an old elf who is going to die. Young man, what are you here for? I have nothing here. If you want to rob, you are looking for the wrong person. "
He immediately admitted his identity and wanted to take his hand away from Jenkins, but couldn't.
"I want to ask you some questions, and I think you should be able to give me the answers."
Hearing that the old man called himself an elf, Jenkins was overjoyed. Careful observation can indeed reveal traces of the disguise ceremony on the old man's body. This kind of camouflage of human face is very clever, but it is not impossible to see through.
"Is it an elf? That's it. I knew that it was impossible to be such a coincidence to find the follow-up clue of the fruit plate so smoothly. It turns out that it is really an elf, and the fruit plate is also related to the elf. This body is also related to the elf. This is the bloodline." Is it your guidance? No matter what it is, this time it’s the right time!”
He thought about it in his heart, and looked into the eyes of the old elf again.
"what is the problem?"
The sick old man asked, seeing Jenkins looking at him, he took the initiative to remove his disguise. He is indeed an elf, even though he has reached the end of his life, his wrinkled face is still so handsome, and his wrinkled ears are also pointed.
That face was enough to make him a charming old gentleman, and it would have been even better if he wasn't wearing crumpled pajamas.
Jenkins has seen elves in the fake world of creepy things, and has a good impression of such creatures. Seeing that the old man was still coughing, he held the old man's hand and used the source of life to heal it.
The old elf is not sick, but his natural lifespan is coming to an end. Jenkins couldn't prevent his death, but he had no problem keeping him alive for a few more years.
PS: The reason for being able to find the clues of the fruit plate in various coincidences is the elf.
There is another update at noon.