"Doesn't that person need to be dealt with?"
Miss Magic said casually, without even looking at the shopkeeper, she followed Jenkins and prepared to go upstairs.
"No, we'll leave when we're done, and he won't touch us again in his life."
After talking, the two walked to the third floor. The stairwell was narrow, and the corridors on each floor were even more crowded due to the accumulation of various sundries, which fit the appearance of this informal small hotel.
After confirming that the other party was not the benefactor, Jenkins asked Miss Magic to step back, and used the bloody tulip in his hand to confirm again and again that it was behind the inconspicuous door in front of him. He put his hand on the crack of the door, and easily pulled the The bronze pin was blown.
When he pushed the door open, there was a muffled sound in the room, and then he saw the windows opened wide, the curtains were blown into the air by the wind that poured into the room, and some note papers on the ground also flew up and rushed towards the door.
Grabbing the flying papers, Miss Magic quickly walked to the window and looked down at the alley, but turned her head after a few seconds and shrugged regretfully:
"nobody."
"Looks like it hasn't gone far."
Jenkins came to this conclusion, and turned to the closet. Together with the chocolate, they looked at the stain on the handle of the closet, whether it was oil stains or something, and then opened the big closet, exposing the man hiding inside to the warm summer wind with a scorching smell.
"A chemist, huh?"
Jenkins asked, looking at the tall, thin, middle-aged man who shrank in embarrassment. He wears a pair of thick glasses, and although his hair is messy, he looks urbane. If Jenkins is asked to describe his first impression, he is probably a decadent middle-aged technical college tutor.
"I thought you'd be in the closet with a gun waiting for me to open the door."
"I was sleeping just now, and I didn't notice that someone was looking for me in time. I have a gun, and I'm pressing it under the blue-covered notebook on the desk..."
The man said helplessly, then crawled out of the closet under the gaze of two strangers, and almost tripped over his plaid shirt:
"Okay, who are you from? Why are you looking for me? Or, do you want to buy something interesting from me?"
He sat down on his own bed and said with his head bowed, speaking fast and flustered, his voice was very low, as if he was nervous.
"I'm not here to buy anything, we just want to ask you, do you know about the recent murders of the heirs of the royal family?"
The room fell into silence until Miss Magic closed the window because she felt that the curtains were blowing up and making annoying noises, and the "chemist" with his head down said:
"I knew that I shouldn't take that business."
The tone was full of remorse.
"what business?"
"Promise me one thing, please kill me after I finish speaking, but don't go to my family, they have left Nolan with the money now."
"Do you want to die so much?"
"I'm definitely going to die this time. If you don't come to kill me, the employer won't let his secrets leak out. Why don't you do it, so I can relax a bit."
"Okay, tell me what you know. Like...how did this start?"
"About half a month ago, an acquaintance said that he would introduce me to a big business, and then I met a man with a very military temperament, and he asked me if I could separate the serum."
"Separate serum? Do you have a centrifuge?"
Jenkins asked in surprise, and the "chemist" was even more surprised than him:
"You know this too? Yes, I have. This is a model that I designed myself. It is a hybrid model of manual rotation and mechanical power. I entrusted my friends from the Church of Mechanics to get the key components, and I also paid a lot of money from Chess. Landau shipped in a miniaturized Mark VI steam engine, and I usually use it to separate some...composites. But anyway, I'm probably the only person in this city who can do it."
Therefore, Jenkins deduced that the man who entrusted him probably had nothing to do with the power of the giver, and the giver didn't need to be so troublesome to separate the serum.
"You accepted that job offer?"
"Yes, the price he paid was very high...very high. But for things like serum, it's best to preserve it immediately after taking blood from a living body and then separate it, so that person took me to the target's side..."
He finally raised his head, with sunken eye sockets under the messy hair:
"It's not that I haven't killed people before, but I also know what I have killed recently, so I understand my fate. I am just an ordinary person, and I don't want to get involved in the power struggle of the kingdom, and I don't have the ability to participate. So I Looking for a chance to escape, now it seems that the escape is not far enough."
This is even more confirmed that the group of people who entrusted him is not the power of the gifter. Otherwise, it is enough to find an ordinary person in Nolan and use divination. It is impossible for Jenkins and Miss Magic to find the chemist first.
"But what about the anti-divination and anti-psychic?"
Jenkins questioned in his heart, and then continued to ask:
"What else do you know?"
"That's all I know, I don't know anything more, and they don't let me know. Those people came to me just to let me draw blood from those who were killed, and then separate the serum. You probably know the corpse There are many pinholes on the body, in fact, they are all to cover up the pinhole where the blood was drawn."
The chemist said dejectedly.
Miss Magic walked to Jenkins at this time, and asked:
"So do you have something that they give you? It can't be banknotes that many people have touched, but only those who hired you."
"Yes, in that notebook."
So Jenkins went to the desk, and soon found a page with a cross-shaped crease in the notebook. Above is some data handwritten in pencil and a hand-drawn sketch of what appears to be a serum separation requirement.
Miss Magic took a look and nodded to Jenkins:
"This will do."
"Well."
Jenkins put his finger on the head of the unidentified man. With the use of [Profane Production], the man's body fell backwards on the bed. Although he was still breathing, he couldn't wake up again. And because of this ability, no one can perform divination and channeling on the "corpse". As long as his wife and children move to a remote country, it will be difficult to find them.
Then the two left the hotel quickly, and in a remote alley, Miss Magic used the pencil manuscript to perform a ceremony to track them down. Originally, Jenkins was worried that the ceremony would fail, but he did not expect that the owner of the manuscript did not do any anti-tracking processing at all, so it was so easy for Miss Magic to use the ceremony to establish a connection between the manuscript and its owner.