The ball in his hand should be part of the creature that touched Jenkins' shoulder just now. When it was ignited by Jenkins, a shadow deep in the fog was also ignited. Jenkins stood still, watching the burning figure rush towards him. Calculating the distance, raised his leg and turned around to kick, the thing that looked like a human but definitely not human was kicked away by him, like a burning cotton wool in a crushed pillow, it flew away. all over the sky.
The appearance of the dots of fire is very beautiful in the mist.
"What is this?"
Jenkins thought it was another ghost or evil spirit, but now it seems that there is something real. While he was thinking about it, a benefactor appeared in the distance. Jenkins immediately put on his black robe, and then patted the cat's butt that was squatting on his shoulder.
The cat, which had slept in Jenkins' arms all night, opened its mouth wide and yawned, before turning into vanilla, the white cat.
"Huh? Mr. Candle?"
Mr. Hood appears from the fog with something like a compass in his hand, followed by Mr. White Cat.
When Jenkins first arrived in Beldylan, he had a drink with Mr. Hood, got him drunk and asked the clues of the Scent Appreciation Committee. Later, Jenkins wanted to ask him to apologize, but Mr. Hood quickly finished his work in Beldyland and left. He returned to Nolan much earlier than Jenkins.
"Mr. Hood, Mr. White Cat, good evening."
He took off his hat and said, then casually threw the remains of the burnt red ball on the ground.
"Did you see...well, you did."
Mr. Hood glanced at the compass in his hand, and the pointer on it pointed straight to the thing Jenkins dropped from his hand.
"It's fine if you kill it. I thought the two of us would chase it all night."
"I also encountered it occasionally, and it seemed to want to attack me. Speaking of which, what exactly is this?"
Mr. Hood and Mr. White Cat are entrusted by a factory owner to investigate the "haunting" incident in his factory at night. Although Mr. Hood is not short of money, he just happened to need some ghost dust recently, so he started his investigation tonight.
Like Jenkins, the two originally thought it was an evil spirit, but they didn't expect that after seeing it with their own eyes, they were taken aback by the monster with a physical body.
"That thing is very good at hiding. We searched for it in the textile factory in the middle of the night. I thought my compass was broken, but it's absolutely impossible. I used this compass to find Sk... cough cough, That thing was hiding among a bunch of looms, and in fact, it looked exactly like looms."
The three talked while walking, and Mr. Hood tried to use his hands to draw the meaning he wanted to express.
"It's scary, very scary, I haven't seen anything so scary in a long time."
Mr. White Cat also added:
"We can't explain how it was formed, but the monster's true form is indeed a splicing of the human body and the textile machine. No, it's not as simple as the textile machine as the upper body and the human body as the lower body. It's more like... candles Sir, have you ever played with jigsaw puzzles? It’s like cutting up the textile machine and the human body as a jigsaw puzzle, and then first spell out the general shape of the textile machine, and then stuff the human body pieces into the gaps irregularly.”
Mr. White Cat shivered when he said this.
"I'm guessing it might be the soul of a dead textile worker who accidentally merged with the machinery of the factory. It's not uncommon, as those souls who don't want to leave always like to blend with the things around them, plus the factory itself It's not a place where positive emotions abound... ”
Mr. Hood shrugged at Jenkins:
"That's why this semi-corporeal monster was born, Mr. Candle, you are so lucky that you didn't see the whole picture of that thing. I'm afraid I won't dare to approach the spinning machine alone for a long time."
"Speaking of which, could this be related to the strike last year? We all know that although the strike made the factory owners compromise on the surface, it also indirectly contributed to the final review of the "Air Quality Monitoring and Protection Act" in Parliament, but in fact everything It's all the same as before, maybe the workers have accumulated too much resentment and anger, which will lead to the birth of such strange things, we all know that this world is quite idealistic."
Jenkins said that he thinks his companions should understand the word "idealism". As for last year's strike, it probably happened in the fall. At that time, the strike caused by Nolan spread to the whole country and achieved a series of superficial results. Of course, there were traces of cult involvement behind that, such as Witch's House, Life Sharing Alliance, and Cogcrafters, but the workers who participated in the strike were really pushed to the limit.
"What you said makes sense, and in recent months, Nolan's fog has become more and more abnormal. These things may be linked together."
Mr. Hood nodded in agreement with Jenkins, then added:
"The last time I saw you was in Beldylan. When did you come back? Have you heard? In recent weeks, there have been rumors among the townspeople that wandering monsters will appear in the fog around Nolan in the middle of the night. The church therefore I have been investigating for a long time, but no clues have been found."
"I came back last week and heard about it."
Listened to that crying woman an hour ago.
"Do you know what that is?"
He asked them both, but neither Mr. Hood nor Mr. White Cat knew.
Mr. Hood also asked what Jenkins was doing here so late. Jenkins lied that he had traded with Miss Magic some time ago and got a clue of a treasure from her, and he was looking for it now. So the two, who had nothing else to do, excitedly wanted to help Jenkins find it together, but Jenkins politely declined.
He wasn't looking for that gift tonight, the matter of Dragon Soul was the most important thing for now.
After bidding farewell to two familiar friends and promising to have a drink or two with them, Jenkins continued to set off. Soon he finally came out of the dense fog area. Although the street was still surrounded by choking smoke, at least he was no longer in that terrible state of blindness.
"Where are we going next?"
He looked around, trying to catch the abnormal aura. Not long after, they saw Alexia and Dolores in a carriage driving far away from a street away, and they didn't know what they were doing so late.
"Strange, it's so late..."
He has no habit of following others, but Dolores and Alexia are not others, they are their own people, so Jenkins rode his beloved unicorn and followed with peace of mind.