Miss Silver Flute explained what the three of them found. Seeing that Jenkins was about to walk over to check the howling corpse, Mr. Black Cat hurriedly stopped him:
"Don't get close to this thing. Within the spread range of the curse he has, normal people will almost certainly be affected. Fortunately, the spread range is very small, and we found that as long as he keeps his feet off the ground, the range can be further reduced."
With that said, Mr. Black Cat pointed to the circle drawn with chalk on the ground:
"This is the range we tested, absolutely don't step into it."
"How did you test it out?"
Jenkins asked curiously, and Miss Magic passed him to the window, opened a gap between the closed curtains with her fingers and looked downstairs, and she was in charge of guarding.
"I accidentally tested it out."
Mr. Hood gestured to Jenkins to look at his arm, the right arm to be precise:
"The right side of my body entered the area of influence of the curse first. Fortunately, the right side is not a complete flesh and blood structure, so the impact is not too great. If I walked over the front, I am afraid it will become like this now .”
Jenkins blinked, then put his hand on Mr. Hood's arm, frowned, and asked him to lift the sleeve up, and then saw some metal burrs replaced the fine hair on the somewhat blackened arm , The arm itself also exudes amazing heat.
Because the tulip seed that was buried last time is still there, Jenkins still relies on that seed to deliver vitality:
"Your arm itself has not been cultivated well, and this time it was hit hard again..."
His eyes lingered on Mr. Hood, and after confirming that he himself was not contaminated with the same black aura as that corpse, he continued:
"This injury is more troublesome than last time."
He suddenly grabbed Mr. Hood's arm with his hand, and with a sudden force, black smoke came out from where his palm touched the skin. Mr. Hood immediately groaned in pain. The other three looked over.
"I'm fine."
After a while, he waited until the black smoke stopped coming out, and then he said. But frowning and gritting his teeth, it doesn't look like he's okay:
"I feel much better. Just now I always felt that there were small bugs swimming in this arm, but now I just feel that there is a corpse of the bug in my arm."
"It's the power of the curse, similar to the power of monsters, but very weak. I suggest you go to the mechanic from the Church of Creation and Mechanics last time for treatment. My seeds buried in your arms won't last long. This time it's worse."
Jenkins let go of his hand in warning.
"Okay then, I'll contact my friend tomorrow. Mr. Candle, thank you this time too."
Mr. Hood carefully pulled off the sleeve while talking.
They didn't have any clues about this inexplicable monster curse. In fact, when Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat broke in here, Luthor hadn't died yet. But because neither of them is good at healing, this time they are just asking for their own money. It is impossible to have a healing spell that Jenkins has never heard of. When the ceremony is too late to arrange, they can only watch Luther dies.
Then, his body inexplicably merged with the steam engine in the corner.
"What did you say?"
Jenkins thought he heard it wrong, the cat ears on his shoulder moved, and he also looked at Mr. Hood.
"After he was completely dead, the body fell over there uncontrollably, lying on the steam engine in the corner."
Mr. Black Cat points to the northwest corner of the room.
This hotel is a very high-standard hotel located in the city center, and the house that Luthor rented is the most expensive high-end room in the hotel, so not only is it quite large in size, but the hotel also took great pains to decorate it. The steam engine in the corner should be an ornament to fill the space, and it can be regarded as an antique.
There is nothing there now, but a closer look reveals traces of heavy objects once placed on the wooden floor.
"It's an old-fashioned Mark I double-valve steam engine, which is probably qualified to be placed in antique shops or exhibition halls. I don't want to describe what I saw a few hours ago. In short, the fusion of flesh and blood and steel machinery is blunt. Arrived together. Mr. Hood wanted to check the situation, and unfortunately noticed the curse. We spent a lot of effort afterwards to restrain this thing, but fortunately, his strength is not too great."
As Mr. Black Cat said, the hoisted corpse spewed out a hot white steam again.
"Speaking of which, the fusion of corpses and machinery, have we seen similar situations before?"
Jenkins asked again, and Mr. Hood nodded:
"I also thought about it. When I met you with Mr. White Cat last night, the monster we chased after the fusion of textile machines and flesh seemed to be the same. But that time the things were dominated by mechanical shapes. This time It is dominated by the human form. And the last time it did not have the ability to spread the curse, when we chased it, we touched its body many times, but nothing happened."
"If this is really a curse, does it mean that the curse has evolved?"
Miss Silver Flute asked, now she controls the rope that binds the corpse. As a follower of [God of Nobility and Order], she possesses strange abilities, and like Jenkins, she has no specific system.
"It's possible. If you give me a little time, my friends and I can study it in depth. Many people have already arrived in Nolan."
Miss Magic said, looking at the corpse curiously, but Jenkins shook his head:
"Let's leave this matter to the church. It would be great if it was a man-made curse. But if it's a natural monster curse, I'm afraid things will be very troublesome."
"You mean this is also one of the effects of the end?"
Miss Magic frowned and asked, and then asked herself:
"It is indeed possible... Dead human corpses will spontaneously fuse with machinery, and then transmit this fusion form to more living people. If this curse cannot be cured, and the power of the corpse is related to the strength of the fusion machinery, then It’s really a doomsday expression very fitting for our time.”
Others also realized how terrible this was, especially the "Ghost of the Factory" that Mr. Hood and Mr. White Cat tracked down last time. There was no trace of the giver's participation, and it was obviously a natural phenomenon.
And if Luther's death mutation this time is also a natural phenomenon, then it means that Miss Magic's conjecture is correct. From this point of view, the political impact of Luthor's death is not a big problem. It is definitely the best choice for Miss Magic to find Jenkins Williams instead of Jessica Windsor to deal with this matter.
The acquaintance between Luther and Mr. Hood is actually very strange. According to Jenkins' knowledge, this distant relative of the Middleton royal family is not very rich. Although it is not desolate, it is impossible to live in such a standard luxury hotel room.
Not to mention doing business with Mr. Hood, Jenkins inquired about the funds that his two friends planned to invest, and was shocked by the figure. It was clear that such a level of transaction was not something that Luthor could participate in.
There is no tulip production area near Nolan, and the flowers that Jenkins puts in the city are all rare varieties that he "cultivated" through several generations. Even if you go to other places to find them, it is difficult to hit the local market. The money of Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat may indeed be splashed, but what they need is a big dealer, not a foreign aristocrat with a certain background like Luthor.
"He is very personable and explained his channels to us. More importantly, he only needs us to pay a deposit of 3,000 pounds, so we didn't doubt him at first."
Mr. Black Cat said with a sad face, he didn't expect to encounter such a bad thing as soon as he came back.
"Did you find anything else?"
"Some letters indicate that this person completely believes that he is not destined for the throne of Fidetictli, so he wants to get a vote and then return to China, and never have contact with Nolan again. In addition, there is a diary."
Miss Silver Flute threw **'s diary over, the pages rattled in the air, and Jenkins caught it:
"This is a liar. He not only lied to Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat. This man also has accomplices. They want to get a ticket, so they are eyeing Nolan's tulip 'pomp'. I think it should be true, This person hid the diary in the safe over there along with the plan."
Jenkins squinted at the safe that seemed to have been blasted from the side by a steam bomb, and nodded slightly.
"Is there any other accomplices?"
"Yes, this group of people is an organization of liars. They use Luther's identity to obtain certain conveniences. They pretend to be local businessmen who have cooperated with Luther, and out-of-town farmers who have sources of goods. If they don't know the lies, there are very few believers. In public I would almost take them for Miss Fabbri's associates."
Mr. Hood said, not seeing Miss Magic trying to prevent herself from laughing.
"Do you know where his companions are? If you know, this matter will be easy to deal with. I will find a way to push this man's death to his associates. My friends in the church can help by saying that they are donations. Absconded. Today the church has discovered new clues to Tarquin's death, Luther is no longer a key figure, all churches will not notice you, the focus should be on the curse... Speaking of which, have you found your money?"
After Jenkins said this, Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat remembered their original purpose. But long before Jenkins and Miss Magic arrived, several people searched the room thoroughly. Except for three large 10-pound banknotes in the wallet and some coins in the coat pocket hanging on the chair, they were not in the room at all. Find even a penny.
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