Mr. Hood came here because of Hathaway's invitation, and meeting Jenkins was just a coincidence.
When he went to the small blackboard to think about how to draw the hood, Jenkins tied up the man who had ambushed him with a rope. When dragging him to the side of Mr. Hood, he happened to see Mr. Hood trying to draw a robe with a hood with chalk.
"I'm not very good at drawing."
Mr. Hood said with a bitter face, because Jenkins had seen his face before, so he did not hide his identity now.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Hood."
After saying hello, he wanted to leave, and found a quieter place to ask what this lifeless ambush was going to do. But after hesitating for a moment, he still asked:
"Mr. Hood, I know it's inappropriate to ask this question, but I still want to make sure, have you sold the information about the tobacco factory to the church?"
The middle-aged man in front of him last time investigated the human trafficking incident alone, and was almost suffocated in the coffin. Jenkins felt that he had to ask.
"Of course, after the party that day, I went to the black market to find a broker. Oh, damn it, why is there ice everywhere here? Why did Miss Bailing choose such a ghostly place?"
Mr. Hood muttered and continued to complete his "masterpiece".
"It's not a lie."
Jenkins judged based on the reaction of the priesthood, and then he was relieved.
Pulling his captive around in the sewer pipe, he calculated the distance before stopping. The middle-aged man who was stunned by Mr. Hood has not yet woken up. He probably hit his head just now, so Jenkins had no choice but to treat him first.
The interrogation process was extremely simple. Jenkins just said a few harsh words, and the man said everything. He is not a member of any illegal organization, but an ordinary unregistered gifter in Nolan's local area. He came to attack Jenkins only because he received a mission from the black market to fetch a hair of Jenkins.
"I met that mysterious man half a year ago. He often gave me tasks, asking me to get the hair of certain people, most of whom were benefactors, or people who were suspected of benefactors. He chose me because My ability is very suitable for this kind of task, and the price he gave is very high... "
This was not an action against Jenkins in particular, Jenkins was simply out of luck. From the man's mouth, he learned that the group marked their targets with a special spice, which could only be smelled after applying some special potions.
"That's why I was able to find it all the way, and I almost got lost underground."
The tied man said with an innocent face, and Jenkins also understood that what he was telling was the truth.
"Then what does that mysterious man you mentioned want so much hair?"
Jenkins asked again.
"How do I know, I'm just a person who collects money to do things."
"Then do you know who he is?"
"How do I know, I'm just a person who collects money to do things."
"Then where do you negotiate the deal?"
"How do I know. I'm just a..."
"Um?"
Hearing Jenkins' threatening tone, the man realized what he said, so he hurriedly changed his words:
"We hand over once a week. Every Tuesday at eleven o'clock in the morning, I will take the hair I collected for a week to an alley in the east of the city, throw the bag in the trash can in the alley, and go back at midnight that day, and I will find it My own reward. I actually rarely see that man, and he only shows up every few months to tell me what new needs I have... But at least he is very happy to pay."
These are all true words, which means that the people who participated in this matter, besides the man who did the work in front of him, at least the person who spread the spices everywhere and came forward to pay.
Of course, there is also the possibility that these two people are the same person, but that is not important.
Importantly, hair is an excellent material for casting curses on both ordinary people and benefactors. For example, Jenkins' [Curse of Disease] requires name, appearance, and hair as materials for casting a spell.
"Eleven o'clock on Tuesday morning... Isn't this half an hour later?"
Jenkins looked at his pocket watch and thought, and then looked at the man tied up by him, with a decision in his heart.
"The last question, have you ever killed innocent people? Or, have you ever killed innocent people because of your own desire?"
"No, absolutely not."
The man shook his head hastily, because the movement of shaking his head was too big, his head was aching when he hit the pipe when he was knocked into the air just now, and he gasped.
"My ability can get the target's hair in a very concealed situation. I just need to look straight and close. I don't have to kill people for the hair."
"That's good, I'll let you off this time."
Jenkins nodded and glanced at the rope on his body:
"I won't untie the rope for you. I know you have a way. Don't do this kind of thing again, or I will kill you next time I meet you."
He turned around threateningly, then put his hands in his pockets and turned his back to the man behind him.
"This kind of thing is not a social investigation at a glance, it is definitely an ulterior conspiracy, working for this kind of person..."
While Jenkins was still talking, there was a sudden sound of wind in his ears, and then he dodged to the side without turning his head, and the blue wind blade flew towards the deeper part of the passage against his face.
The wind behind him became even more manic, and Jenkins turned around to see dense cyan compressed air coming towards him. With a spin of his right hand, water condensed into ice in the air, and then holding the thick piece of ice, he jumped forward against the manic wind, and put his hand directly on the forehead of the man who had just broken free from the rope.
"Profanity made!"
At close range, the vine plunged directly into his temple. Amidst the weird sucking sound, the man was lifted into the air by the vines, and the turbulent wind in the small space also stopped.
"You are just a second-level bestower, how did you have the courage to fight me?"
To be honest, Jenkins would be a little annoyed if he didn't do it. This man who has completely lost consciousness has lied. He has killed people, and he has killed many people. Jenkins turned around, just not wanting to do it himself first.
"Let me take a look."
After the vines disappeared, the man's body was thrown on the ground like garbage. Jenkins picked up the illusory little round coin that appeared to be completely transparent, then rummaged through his pockets, but couldn't find any other hairs either.
"Sure enough, I won't bring it with me..."