Walking through the city under the night, Jenkins took his cat to the door of a closed club in the east of Beldyland, and looked up at the sign at the door:
[Dream Interpretation Club]
This kind of club is very common in big cities, and it is generally of the nature of a club. Ordinary people yearn for the extraordinary, so dream interpretation and divination have become a popular fashion. Especially for some aristocratic girls who are full and have nothing to do, and prodigal children who are not full but want to eat noble girls, this kind of club is even more attractive.
Although the club is not open now, Jenkins knows from Mr. Hood's news that it is not as simple as it looks.
He lowered his head to check his attire, then knocked lightly on the door twice.
"What is the dream?"
Almost at the moment when the knocking on the door stopped, a voice came from inside the door. The owner of the voice seemed to be close to the door. His voice was neutral and trembling, which made people feel creepy.
"Dreams are an adventure into the unknown."
This is the code, bought by Mr. Hood at a high price.
"What is dreaming?"
"Dreams are the key for mortals to access that strange world."
"What is the function of this key?"
"Let us know that we are special."
The door opened a crack without a sound, and Jenkins stepped in immediately. Obviously from the outside, the club was not lit at all, but the light of the gas lamp after entering made Jenkins, who had just walked out of the night, almost cry.
He suppressed his discomfort and looked at the person who had exchanged the signal with him, only to find that the one lying on the door was a mummy. Behind the door is a long corridor, where people are sitting or standing, skillfully breathing in yellow smoke, no one is surprised by this mummy.
On both sides of the corridor are dense rooms, and people in the rooms spend more gold, so they can enjoy better smoking service. In addition to having a wooden chair to lie on, they can also choose various methods such as hookahs and bongs to enjoy the expensive tobacco.
Yellow smoke filled the club, everything here was so crazy and twisted.
Although it was a silent and long night outside, and the club was brightly lit, it was the light that was more frightening.
The chocolate had already slipped into Jenkins' pocket due to the choking yellow fog in the corridor. Jenkins covered his nose with his hand and frowned and looked around, then saw a young man in a white shirt coming over.
"This is your first time, sir? Is there anything I can do for you?"
This is obviously the waiter of the club. Jenkins frowned and nodded impatiently, then took out a gold coin worth 1 gold pound (not pure gold) from his pocket and handed it to him:
"The environment here is worse than I thought. I need a quiet room without interruption. Don't worry about money. Gold is just a number to me."
He naturally revealed the Ouroboros gold ring, which represented the wealth of the ring itself has a strong temptation, and appearing on Jenkins' finger will only be just right to make people understand that he has rich financial resources.
"Okay, sir, please follow me to the second floor. I don't know how to address you?"
The young waiter asked while leading the way.
"Is it necessary to register identity information here?"
he asked jokingly.
"Of course not."
"Then you can call me Count Paramount."
Jenkins said casually, the waiter nodded without asking anything more.
The club has three floors, of which the third floor is closed to customers, and the left side of the second floor is the luxurious VIP area. Jenkins specially brought a lot of cash this time, and after showing his financial resources a little, he got a separate room.
There are all the utensils in the room, and there is even a naked woman, but he kicked them out.
"I'm here to smoke and let the damn woman go. If it's for women, why should I come to you?"
He kicked the woman out of the room cursing, then sat at the table and took out the tobacco in the sterling silver box with tweezers, and wrapped it in the best white cigarette paper.
Not long after, bursts of yellow smoke floated out from the crack in the door of this room.
Jenkins tried his best to sneak in here, not just to get some tobacco. After completing the disguise work, he has time to view the club in all directions with the eyes of reality.
The owner here is undoubtedly the power of the gifter. Not to mention the talking mummy at the door, but to be able to create such a club under the eyes of the kingdom and the church, and know that the power behind it is extraordinary.
The first floor is full of desperate drug addicts, sinking in the illusion of tobacco and dreams. On the second floor, traces of the giver have already appeared, such as the young waiter who led Jenkins up just now.
The third floor is the core area of the club, which belongs to the office area. That's also Jenkins' goal. He didn't come with the church with much fanfare, but he just wanted to get more clues from there.
Keeping the cigarettes burning in the room, he climbed out of the window, then climbed the sewer pipe outside the wall, and struggled to the window of the room directly above. He closed his eyes and listened carefully, and after making sure that he could not hear any breathing or footsteps, he carefully tapped twice on the glass. The catches of the windows, which were locked from the inside, froze immediately.
With a pistol in his right hand, he slammed open the window and jumped in. After rolling twice on the floor, he got up and aimed the gun to the left and right. Seeing that there was really no one in the room, he wiped the sweat off his forehead, then tiptoedly closed the window again.
This is an ordinary office, but there are not many documents and materials. After flipping through it roughly, it was determined that there were no valuable clues, so I squinted my eyes and looked at the wall.
On the other side of the wall, there is a Level 5 Boon who has been lying down for a long time. If it's not being stunned, then it must be sleeping.
After hesitating for a while, Jenkins found a comfortable position and sat down against the wall, then let the cat in his pocket watch over his body, and then used [Dream Soul Isolation] to free the soul from the shackles of the body, and came directly through the wall. the room next door.
Just as he thought, there was a bedroom next door, with clothes scattered on the floor. A male gifter is sleeping deeply, surrounded by two sleeping women.
Jenkins' spirit body turned around the room to roughly determine the location of the items in the room, and then looked at the head of the benefactor. In the soul state, [Eye of Reality] sees more than in the physical state.