In the evening, Jenkins sent chocolates home, changed his clothes, mixed into the team of dock workers, and then found the professor in a bar called Sea Pearl, and the two wanted to go to Mr. Corpse's party together.
They came to the outskirts of the city in a carriage like last time, and they walked along the path in the wild grass. Entering October, autumn is strong, but occasionally there will be rabbits running past.
The professor wore a pair of black high-top leather boots and held an umbrella in his hand, which emitted a yellow aura.
"After today's party, do you have time to go somewhere with me?"
the professor asked softly.
"No problem, I live alone now, the cats at home have been fed, and I have a lot of time at night, and I have nothing to do except reading."
Jenkins replied.
"Well, you are really a qualified believer. It won't take long."
Climb over the wall and enter the abandoned hospital shrouded in white smoke. Ivy creeps along the walls of the building. There is a small withered tree on the side of the road, and almost only a thin black trunk remains.
After entering the hospital, the two stopped talking. The atmosphere here was weird. Jenkins could still feel the inexplicable pressure when he entered the hospital for the second time.
It seemed that someone was peeping at him from a distance, and it was peeping without malice. This is the most disgusting point.
Entering the building through the remaining half door, the original white walls have been oxidized for a long time, and have turned pale yellow. Jenkins noticed that the corridor leading to the morgue was devoid of any sign of cobwebs, or even the presence of other creatures in the white smoke, which was really alarming.
Tighten the collar, the temperature here is also a little low.
Knocking on the rusted iron door according to the law, it opened silently. Jenkins and the professor walked down the stairs one after the other, and stood quietly by the wall of the morgue, waiting for the party to start.
Looking at the unburned candle on the ground again, judging by the pattern, it really is [Forbidden Room Candle].
"Good evening, gentlemen and ladies!"
The time spanned eight o'clock, and Mr. Corpse's voice sounded from the morgue on time. The cabinet slid out, and the pale and lifeless man sat up stiffly with the white cloth covering his body. At the same time, the candle on the ground automatically lit up.
"Hi sir!"
A row of men in black robes stood along the wall and spoke scatteredly, but everyone's voices were very strange and they were all disguised.
"It's nice that we didn't lose anyone with the bad things that happened in Nolan recently, which is good."
He used those eyes that seemed to gather all the anger in his body to look at everyone one by one, and then announced softly:
"Okay, let's start."
"gentlemen!"
The man closest to the door stood up immediately, his voice trembling, he was the last one to arrive:
"Excuse me, may I ask, do saints really appear in the devil's matter?"
"Don't ask such questions. The more powerful you are, the more you will feel the horror of the gods. I never talk about the topic of great existence."
"Okay, thank you sir."
The man in black cautiously retreated to his original position. Mr. Corpse's words had already acknowledged the appearance of the saint in disguise.
"What's going on, didn't you say to block the news? How do I feel that everyone I meet knows about it?"
Jenkins was puzzled.
At the last gathering, someone sold tens of thousands of pounds of shares, which left a deep impression on Jenkins. He now also has thousands of pounds in compensation from the Holy See, and he has brought all of them here, hoping to buy some useful things.
But most people only accept the form of barter. The third black-robed man who spoke even took out a dagger exuding a strong black aura. The squirming flesh and blood exchange passed.
That test tube was also [Extraordinary], and it seemed that it was specially used to confine the mass of flesh and blood. Jenkins didn't even dare to think about what it was.
"I need the seeds of the demon flame."
Half an hour into the transaction, a black-robed man made a request, "I know that night, in addition to those scribes and gravekeepers, there were also some demons who were killed by gifters like us. The seeds of the flame, I can buy it for a good price, even for leads!"
His voice was so thin that some words were barely audible.
"What can you pay for it?"
Jenkins thought for a few seconds and asked in a muffled voice.
The man was not surprised that someone replied so quickly, "Magic conch, I can trade with magic conch."
There was a silence.
"what is that?"
Jenkins asked.
"Let me explain."
Mr. Corpse's icy voice sounded, and every time he heard this tone, goosebumps all over Jenkins' body would rise.
"B-04-3-5011, the magical conch. This is a kind of extraordinary that can only be used once, but there are a large number of it. It will only appear on the beach by the coast, and it will be washed to the land by the sea. No one has ever obtained it from outside the beach. The appearance of the conch itself is not iconic. Once you put it to your ear, you can hear a series of wind-like whispers, similar to the sound of ordinary conch. Listen to thirty consecutive Minutes, it will cause permanent damage to the spirit, listen to forty minutes continuously, there is a great chance of going crazy directly, listen to fifty minutes continuously, the color of blood will change to dark blue, listen continuously for sixty minutes... "
He paused deliberately, and Jenkins noticed that everyone was holding their breath, which seemed to be really valuable information.
"Listen continuously for 60 minutes, and the belief will definitely change to [the ruler of the blue deep sea]. Ordinary people will die directly, and the bestower will be able to obtain a certain number of magical abilities, and then their whereabouts are unknown."
"Who is this?"
Jenkins believed in the thoughts of everyone present at this matter. In order to find information about [Lord of Flowers], he knew almost all the names of false gods, but he had never known this name.
"The value of this object is that you can ask it questions, and listen, and it will give an answer, and then the conch shatters into worthless pieces. We are all givers, and we know that some knowledge carries weight, So, be cautious..."
"Thanks for your knowledge!"
Jenkins bowed slightly to Mr. Corpse, then looked at the trader who was also bowing.
"The appearance of demons in this era is very rare, and the number of magical conch shells is huge. I hope you can increase your bid."
"No, conch shells can answer a wide range of questions. This is a very valuable prop. One conch shell, plus 5,000 pounds."