"No problem, there are three people inside, one man and two women, all of them are asleep."
"very good."
Miss Hesha didn't doubt it either, "You stand guard outside the door, and notify me immediately if there is any movement. I will come out within five minutes, no matter whether I find the target or not, be careful."
"no problem."
Jenkins said, and picked up his cane, watching the beautiful lady in disguise rush into the room.
Scanning slightly across the wall, he saw the pile of light spots representing Miss Hesha, and a little closer to the wall, a violin-shaped object emitting yellow light.
Shrugging, he turned to look at the entrance of the corridor, holding a cane in one hand and a pocket watch in the other.
"How will I report tomorrow?"
He is a little distressed.
According to one theory, the best way to find a tennis ball that has fallen into the grass is not to start with the approximate spot, but to search inch by inch from the edge.
Miss Hesha was obviously unaware of this theory, and Jenkins turned his head by chance and could see her walking quickly around the room, occasionally passing the target's location a few times, but not noticing each time.
Probably that thing is covered...
When the red-haired girl searched for three minutes and forty-one seconds, two piles of light spots appeared in the corridor next door, one of level 3 and one of level 4.
Next to the bestower of the third level, there is a golden object in the shape of a book.
"Divine item?"
Jenkins was shocked, this shape had to be associated with his own church, and then he realized that he was now in a disguised form.
"Oh, it seems to be late."
The two walked quickly, and a few seconds later they came to the other end of the corridor under the oil painting of the knight.
"Is there any chance of winning?"
asked the tall, extremely thin man. He was wearing a black top hat, black coat and trousers, as if he had just walked out of a funeral.
"Let me see."
The short but equally thin man said in a muffled voice. He was also dressed in all black and looked down at the book in his hand.
"The chance of winning is 0.62, no, it has become 0.42, no, it has become 0.99 again, oh, the wise man, how did it become 0."
He is a follower of the sage, but he should not be the bestower of the church.
"There's something wrong with the person opposite, why do you keep meeting such strange people recently?"
The short man said cautiously, closed the book, looked up at the elegant gas lamp on the wall, then turned and ran.
The tall man watched his companion's actions in surprise, smiled at Jenkins embarrassedly, and ran away immediately.
"Stop."
Although Jenkins didn't know where the two crazy men in front of him came from, he also knew that they were bluffed.
The two men stopped immediately, raised their hands and knelt on the ground, even slid forward a few meters, then hit the ground with their knees and moved their bodies, turning into a posture facing Jenkins.
"Sorry to bother you!"
The two shouted together, and with their ridiculous costumes, this scene is really...
"What are you doing here?"
Jenkins leaned against the wall with his arms folded, and asked in a deep voice.
"We came to find a violin. When the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe was performing in New Truman City last month, we happened to encounter the event of the Son of God coming. We saw a false god descending through a woman from the opera troupe. In the world, according to the rumors, there is a very small chance that the objects touched by the saints will become special objects because of the touch, so we traced all the way here."
"Did you accidentally hear something important?"
Jenkins was fluctuating violently in his heart, but he still maintained a calm posture on his face.
It has been almost two months since the incident of the son of the evil god in New Truman City, has the church still not resolved it? It seems that the murderer who snatched the [Reaper's Cloak Fragment] also fled in that direction.
"Answer me a question, and you can leave—Which great existence is it?"
"We dare not spy on the Holy One!"
The two answered in a panic. Seeing that Jenkins stopped talking, he stepped back carefully with his knees on the ground, disappeared behind the corner, and immediately got out of the window at a very fast speed.
Although this is on the second floor.
"The high probability is that [Wonderful Movement], otherwise there is no reason why the two items are related to musical instruments. It seems that Miss Hesha's reason for this item just now is questionable. But the [Suicide's Last Chant] on the flesh and blood puppet]Where did he come from? Could it be that he has also been to New Truman City? If this is the case, the coming of the son of the evil god is also related to the Light Chaser Club? There are too many cults involved in this matter, right? "
Jenkins squinted at the thought, turned and pushed open the door behind him.
"Did you hear what those two said just now?"
Miss Hesha smiled stiffly, not knowing what she was thinking.
"I didn't find it, let's go."
He flicked the long light yellow hair (camouflage) stuck to his cheeks due to sweat, and pulled Jenkins to leave.
Jenkins gently shook the girl's hand and strode into the room. Turning to the left, he opened the second red wooden box, punched open the interlayer of the wooden box, and took out the red violin and bow together in the blue cloth bag.
"Let's go."
Quickly walked out, handed the bag to Hesha, and hurried out, the leather shoes rattling on the reflective white stone floor.
"You didn't tell the truth, you have [treasure detection] and other abilities."
the woman accused.
Jenkins ignored her and quickly disappeared down the corridor with a full stomach.
"Huh~"
She stomped her foot hard to express her bad mood, took out a few banknotes from her pocket and pressed them under the box in front of the vanity mirror. Then he took off his high heels and jumped out of the window.
Carrying shoes, she walked barefoot carefully on the grass outside the opera house for a while, and then blew a whistle, and a girl dressed as a maid came out not far away.
"Take this back and put it there."
She handed over the blue piano bag, and the maid nodded in panic, and ran back to the carriage parked in the shadow of the tree.
"Williamette..."
After removing the disguise on her body and tidying up her messy clothes, the red-haired girl walked back to the opera house.
"Hmph, William, don't think that you can show off your power in front of me with some special abilities. I won't be grateful to you."
Angrily stepping on her high heels, she climbed to the second floor. She was in a hurry to search just now, and obviously didn't hear the strange words about the odds of winning from the two strange men.
Taking a deep breath, and then letting it out, the expression on his face returned to an elegant and peaceful one.
"Why have you been here for so long?"
Britney Mikhail, who was wearing a gorgeous lace embroidered dress, complained softly, but did not look back, still holding the golden telescope on the top of the metal rod to look at the singers.
PS: Spoiler alert!
Spoiler alert!
Spoiler alert!
The incident of the son of the evil god in New Truman City has been mentioned in the previous article, but the ending of this incident may not appear until some days later, and the event fragments are still being collected (fragment 1: Son of the evil god; Fragment 2: God of death Cloak Fragment; Fragment 3: The Lightseekers Club) in the process. Once the general truth is pieced together, Nolan City will usher in a more interesting story.