Turning around to leave the underground black market, just a few steps away, I saw a woman in a black robe walking in front of me. This is a very common attire. After all, except for people like Jenkins who use props or abilities to disguise, most of the bestowers here wear this.
But because Jenkins didn't have time to close the Eye of Reality just now, he immediately realized that the person walking in front of him was his neighbor, Miss Yindi.
"Oh, luck came."
He chuckled and said in his heart, giving up the idea of returning to the antique shop now, and followed Miss Yindi quietly.
Jenkins' tracking was pretty lame, since he had never been trained to do it. This time, in order not to make mistakes, he kept Miss Yindi out of sight, and occasionally observed the aura with the eyes of reality to determine her position.
In this way, even if Miss Yindi turns around with a feeling, she will never find Jenkins. It's just that there are too many benefactors here, and Jenkins must always pay attention so as not to lose the light representing the position of Miss Silver Flute.
The entrance she entered into the black market was indeed different from the one Jenkins entered. When he saw the woman turning to an empty pipeline, Jenkins immediately realized that she was going back to the ground.
She quietly followed behind, and found that the woman crossed the abandoned sewer pipe twice in a row through a hidden door on the pipe wall that was not easy to observe, and finally left the underground by a rusty iron escalator.
Jenkins didn't know where the exit led, so he didn't dare to follow it rashly. He immediately turned his head back to the ground through the bar, and then moved towards the exit used by Miss Silver Flute while looking for the aura with his eyes.
I thought I would be lost, but I didn't expect that after the woman left the black market, she didn't stay far from the entrance, but started eating at a restaurant nearby. She is now using her real face, which is the appearance of Mrs. Mistalla Frante in her forties. When Jenkins entered with the cat, he spotted her at a glance.
"Very good, but I will go there now, and I will definitely scare her, after all, I am a stranger now..."
But even so, after ordering the food, Jenkins still signaled the waiter to deliver the food to Mrs. Frante's place in a while. The waiter was of course very puzzled, but Jenkins explained that the two were friends, and when he handed back the menu, there was a banknote in it. The young waiter immediately nodded knowingly and thanked Jenkins.
"Sorry sir, I don't think I invited you, and I'm not used to sharing tables with other people."
When Jenkins was sitting generously opposite Miss Yindi, the middle-aged woman said very rudely. Fortunately, the disguise this time was a tall, thin, middle-aged gentleman in a very tasteful formal suit, otherwise the woman might have just yelled at the waiter in the restaurant to kick Jenkins out.
"I have something to do with you."
"I do not know you."
As the woman spoke, she subconsciously grabbed her lady's bag. Jenkins could see that it contained the things she had just bought on the black market, and was optimistic that there might be a pistol in it.
"You really don't know me?"
Jenkins said cheerfully, and then stroked his lovely white cat vanilla. Vanilla made a cute cry that only aristocratic pets would have, and then stretched out her small head and gently rubbed Jenkins' hand.
"Mr. Candle?!"
Miss Yindi was taken aback for a moment, and then said in shock, but she still remembered deliberately suppressing her own voice.
After saying this, she looked at Jenkins' face again, and realized that she was now without disguise:
"You investigate me?"
"No, no, no, I'm not investigating you, I just know your real identity occasionally. Oh, ma'am, please don't panic, I don't mean anything malicious, and in our party, I don't just know your identity It’s just identity. You were introduced to the party by Miss Magic, maybe you should ask her, because I know her identity too, but I have never done anything because of it... To be honest, I am a good person.”
Cooperating with his own words, Jenkins made a smile that he thought was very friendly. Unexpectedly, the woman sitting across the table immediately became more vigilant, and even put her hand into her small bag.
"I want to warn you, this is downtown, if you pull out a pistol or something, we're all going to have a hard time getting out."
He leaned back slightly and held the cat in his arms. Chocolate... Vanilla is happy for men to do this because it fits better in Jenkins' arms.
"What on earth are you going to do, Mr. Candle?"
There was uncontrollable anger and fear in the woman's tone.
"I was looking for something, and during the investigation, I found that you once owned it, and then accidentally discovered that you are Miss Silver Flute. So it's really not that I'm investigating you, but that you are too careless and have bad luck."
After speaking, she took out the photo. Of course, this is not Miss Yindi's ring. Taking out the photo of that ring will only make her suspect that she went to Papa's antique shop. Among the photos that Jenkins took out was a photo of the ring that his father asked him to pick up from Yorktown the day before yesterday.
"That's it. There are 10 pieces in this set. Don't worry about what I'm going to do with this. I just want to know where you got something similar. It's very important to me. I found a similar ring you peddled That's why I found you..."
That ring had been secretly recovered by Dad as part of his church work, so no clues would be left. Even if Miss Silver Flute did a reverse investigation of the person who bought the ring, it would be impossible to find out that Jenkins Williams or Papa's Antiques had something to do with it.
The man took money out of his pocket while talking, and finally took out ten one-pound notes and photos and pushed them to the woman.
"It's the cost of intelligence and compensation for scaring you."
The middle-aged woman sitting opposite silently put the banknotes into her bag, looked at the man sitting opposite with reverence, hesitated for a moment, and then looked at the photo.
"What exactly do you want to know?"
She had regained her usual calm.
"You once owned a ring similar to the one in the photo, what is its origin?"
"I think you also know that it may be a relic from the ancient Carmel era, at least 4,000 years ago. I went to excavate an ancient...ancient ruins with my friends last week..."
"Ancient tomb."
Jenkins corrected her, who gave him a look but didn't retort.