Seeing that he couldn't find the hair, he stood there and thought for a while, took out a knife from his body, cut off a handful of the man's hair and put it in a small paper bag with him, then threw a ball of fire on him to confirm that the body was burned. After cleaning, he left with his hands in his pockets again.
"Meow~"
"No, you can't eat now. There are still things to do in Nolan today. Of course, if you want to eat, you can go back to Loen by yourself. The maids in the house know you."
Jenkins said to his cat.
Chocolate, of course, would not leave Jenkins, so he continued to squat on his shoulders in disappointment, his tail drooping to show that he was not in a good mood.
The place where he met the mysterious man was not far from the exit of the black market, so Jenkins arrived at the alley at the so-called "around eleven o'clock". At this time, he has changed his appearance again, becoming about the same height and build as the man just now.
In this way, as long as the face and hair are covered, even if the connector does appear, it should not be recognized for a while.
Unfortunately, there is no one in the alley. It is not so much an alley as it is a narrow passage between two nearby houses. On both sides of the alley were high walls that could not be climbed, with suspicious stains on the walls, garbage and excrement covered the potholed ground, and the trash can was in the middle of the alley.
The body of the trash can is slanted and has obvious indentations, as if it has been hit by a heavy object. It didn't even have a bucket lid, which Jenkins suspected was part of the litter that had been dumped here, too.
He didn't want to enter such a garbage alley at all, but since he had made up his mind to see what was going on, he couldn't give up halfway.
The cat jumped off Jenkins' shoulders before he stepped into the alley, and when he walked out of the alley, he asked Jenkins to pick it up with a look of disgust.
Turning around and looking at the peaceful garbage alley, Jenkins nodded secretly. Looking at the time, it was five minutes to eleven o'clock, so he didn't stay any longer, but walked in another direction along the street outside the alley like a normal person.
Of course he didn't leave, but turned around and changed again, sitting in the restaurant diagonally opposite the alley.
Although Jenkins is in a real state now, he remembered that he promised to have dinner with the girls at noon, ordered some dishes but did not use a knife and fork. The cat is now in a state of projection, and even though the sense of taste is greatly weakened, it is still keen to swallow the food.
Waiting from eleven o'clock to twelve o'clock, no one showed up. Jenkins counted the time, hesitating whether to send the cat to watch over here, and went back to Loen to eat first, since the cat was full anyway.
But it seems that luck is still on the chocolate side. Just as Jenkins was thinking about how to persuade his cat to stay, he suddenly saw the trajectory of the newspaper blown by the wind in the alley, which was obviously abnormal.
In the blink of an eye, a red line stretched from the sky into the alley, drawing a complicated trajectory in the alley. The operator of the thread should not be able to see the specific situation inside the alley, otherwise the thread would not be flying around like a stroke of luck. Jenkins also had this ability before, this is the [line operator].
Not caring when the thread touched the trash can, Jenkins stood up and called the waiter over to pay for the meal, put the tip under the plate, and walked along the source of the thread he saw.
He didn't show any abnormalities, at least he didn't think he did. So when he walked to the other side of the alley, the man standing next to the lamppost holding the newspaper didn't notice anything wrong at all.
The man was wearing a brown hat and had a suitcase under his feet. With a dusty appearance, he looks like a foreigner who came to Nolan for a trip.
He was smoking an unfiltered cigarette, the butt protruding from the newspaper, which completely covered his face. On the outside of the newspaper is the serious face of the mayor. Judging from the headline, it seems to be related to the war mobilization order. Even if the conscription location does not include Nolan, as one of the best industrial cities in the kingdom, it must provide the necessary material guarantee for the war.
He leaned against the lamppost, as if waiting for someone. Even if this is a bustling street, such actions will not be a problem.
Jenkins observed for a while, then thought about it, and took note of the light features of this level 4 benefactor, and then remembered the high-end luggage store he saw on the way here just now.
After turning around and leaving, after a while, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life came along the street with a cat on his shoulder and a suitcase in his right hand.
Compared with the man who was reading the newspaper, Jenkins at this time looked more like a traveler from afar, no matter in terms of clothes, appearance or expression.
As he walked, he took out a note from his pocket to read, and from time to time he looked around at the house numbers along the street, as if he was looking for something.
Not long after, he walked up to the man reading the newspaper, looked around again pretending to be hesitant, then put down his suitcase, and said sorry to the man reading the newspaper:
"Excuse me sir, but do you know where this address is?"
Jenkins said that, the man who read the newspaper on the surface was actually manipulating the thread put down the newspaper and looked at the speaker impatiently. He wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he reached out and took the note.
"It's not this street, you're going in the wrong direction. Now go north, turn left at the second intersection, and then walk for about ten minutes."
He said so, and then stuffed the note back.
Jenkins quickly and sincerely thanked him, and then, with the man's even more impatient expression, bent down to lift the suitcase under his feet, and led the cat to the direction indicated by the man.
"trouble."
The man picks up the newspaper again, then proceeds to manipulate the line to retrieve the hair from the bin. After half a minute, he realized that something was wrong. Putting down the newspaper, he quickly looked down. The small suitcase was still standing at his feet, but it was no longer the original one.
"That person was a thief just now... Oops! But there are..."
Thousands of words in his heart merged into one swear word, he didn't care about the hair in the alley, and chased northward with a newspaper. But because it was half a minute late to realize that something was wrong, when I wanted to look for it, there was nowhere was the figure of the man who asked for directions.
If there are no things worth tens of thousands of dollars in the box, the man may not care. But the things inside were worth most of his belongings, and once he lost them, he didn't know what kind of punishment he would face.