The grave guards had no other way to find out the toxin, which doesn't mean Jenkins had no other way. His eyes swept across the plants in front of him, and faint black traces came into view. The color of the aura is not strong, far from reaching the level of a monster, but considering that every time a black aura appears is a big deal, Jenkins will not let down his vigilance because of this.
"That red rose over there, second from the left, has a problem with that one."
He pointed it out directly, and then explained:
"I have a very keen sense of life force."
Although this statement was far-fetched, it barely made sense, so Captain Rutgers sent someone to test it with new mice.
But Jenkins stopped him again, because after careful comparison, it can be clearly found that the black aura on the rose is far weaker than the toxin extracted from the corpse by the grave guards.
This is completely unreasonable, the report said that the three deceased died on the touch, so there would not be too much toxin in the body. Therefore, the amount of toxin extracted from the corpse is much lower than that of the flower, so it makes no sense that the part of the extracted aura is stronger.
"Actually, I've been curious since just now, since the toxin has a strong destructive effect on plants, how does it attach to the flowers?"
As he spoke, Jenkins glanced back to make sure there were only a few grave watchers near the van and the flowers, and that ordinary people and the police were farther away.
So he waved his hand at the flowers on the ground, and the branches of the flowers near the poisonous rose accepted the vitality provided by Jenkins, broke through the growth limit, and "supported" the red rose with the branches.
The controlled plant did not turn into black ash when it touched the flower, but the three people who died obviously died after touching it.
Now everyone could see that there was something wrong with this matter, and the death of the mouse that had inspected more than 30 branches of flowers later proved that it was indeed the rose that caused the death.
Originally, Jenkins wanted to try to save the little mouse, maybe he could keep it and put it in front of the chocolate as a control group to test the cat's attitude towards other mice. But the "toxin" did not leave him a chance to save the mouse. The death happened in an instant, and the white mouse that was still alive at the last moment died without any process.
The tomb guards have been exposed to far more deaths than Jenkins. They thought of another possibility. After extracting a very small amount of toxin from the white mouse, they dripped it on the plants grown by Jenkins, and the whole flower immediately turned black. Ash, even though Jenkins who controls it has long been mentally prepared, when his own spirit comes into contact with those filthy and disgusting bodies, he instinctively gives up control of the plants.
This should be regarded as a good thing, with the characteristics of toxins, if Jenkins continues to control the plants, it may be affected.
And this kind of experiment also verified one thing, the toxin originally carried by the rose did not show any special effects on plants, but after passing through the human body, it possessed stronger power. This is not a simple purification, but a fundamental change in the power of the toxin.
The characteristics that have been summarized are special, so Captain Rogers asked the conclusion to be sent back to the church, hoping to find out whether this belongs to the recorded numbered item.
Jenkins didn't stop it either. Although the current aura is weak, the toxin of roses will be further strengthened by the human body. He doesn't know whether it can continue to be strengthened through transmission, so he does not rule out the possibility that it is a numbered item.
If the next comparison with the numbered item record of the Church of Death fails, then the toxin found here can be simply identified as some undiscovered toxin for storage, and this matter is considered a perfect solution. up. And if the result is compared with the records of the Church of Death, the subsequent treatment will be determined according to its characteristics.
This is the general way the Church's Bestowers deal with unusual events, and Jenkins is one of the few serious participants. Compared with his method, although the church's process is more troublesome, it is undoubtedly safer and more reliable.
Seeing that the tomb guards could make proper arrangements, Jenkins felt relieved. He didn't leave here immediately, but waited for the result from the Church of Death before leaving with the flower girls.
Because he just promised to compensate those girls for not being able to make business today, Jenkins roughly estimated the cash he needed to take out, and found that although he had enough banknotes, they were all big banknotes, and he didn't have enough. small change.
So he greeted the tomb guard and left the yard temporarily to change the change. There was a cake shop diagonally across the street. Jenkins bought some scattered biscuits and bread, and planned to give them to the flower girls later, taking this opportunity to exchange the change.
Of course, entering a cake shop naturally excites chocolate. It crawled over Jenkins' shoulders to the top of his head, pointing its paws at the display cakes in the cupboard. The sweet smell made this cat extremely active, and quickly dispelled the drowsy desire to sleep in the drowsy summer afternoon.
"You still want to eat cake? Did you forget what you did this morning?"
Jenkins collected the change, asked the clerk to give him some small paper packets of candy, put the money in the paper packets, and then put them in the paper bags for biscuits and bread.
"I haven't forgiven you for what happened in the morning."
"Meow~"
The cat immediately let out a very aggrieved cry, and jumped from Jenkins' head to squat on Jenkins' shoulder sullenly.
Seeing the cat's expression, the young lady clerk who helped Jenkins bag couldn't help laughing, but she didn't forget to remind:
"Sir, pet cats don't seem to be able to eat sweets. Most cats are lactose intolerant. For their own good, it's best not to feed your cats desserts or cakes."
Chocolate ate more sweets than Jenkins, who wasn't much of a fan of the shoddy sweets of the day.
"I know, if possible, I would never feed my cat sugar in my life."
He seemed to be answering the clerk, but he was actually addressing the chocolate. Chocolate understood Jenkins' threat, and meowed dissatisfiedly on his shoulder.
Of course, although he threatened his cat, Jenkins bought a small cake for the cat chocolate before leaving the store with a bunch of things. In return, Chocolate probably saw Jenkins' attitude and was very considerate of him holding a bunch of things, so instead of squatting on his shoulders, he walked on the ground rarely.
It took less than twenty minutes in total from leaving the yard used for unloading to returning. But just a few steps out of the store door, Jenkins stopped, looked up at the third floor of the building where the carriage house was located, and billowing black smoke came out of it.
This should have just appeared, and the people downstairs have not noticed yet, so there is no disturbance for the time being.
"Is this a fire?"
With some uneasy premonition in his heart, he quickened his pace and walked back together with the chocolate. He obviously only left for 20 minutes, but there was no one in the corridor. When he returned to the door leading to the yard, he didn't see a single policeman, not even the grave guard who was supposed to be on duty in front of the door.
The premonition of uneasiness in Jenkins' heart became stronger. He stretched out his hand and opened the door. As expected, there was no one in the yard, only some flowers scattered on the ground.
"what happened?"
Putting the things in his hands on the front shaft of the carriage, he picked up the chocolate under his feet and looked up at the third floor of the building. The strong black aura is in the window where the flames are coming out, and it is not a human figure from the shape, it looks like a puddle of ooze.
Several tomb guards were also there, and they were all alive. If not as expected, the disappeared policeman and other people in the yard should also be on the third floor.
"It's fine, what's the matter?"
He wondered, at the same time, a deflagration occurred on the third floor, which finally attracted the attention of passers-by on the street, and soon screams and cries for help came from the front.
Jenkins stood there and stretched his fingers:
"Call the wind and call the rain!"
The flow of the wind brought dark clouds, and the thick clouds above the gray mist brought a moist atmosphere to the air. First, a few drops of rain fell on the ground, and after the meeting, the sound of pattering rain came continuously.
This time it doesn't need to rain over the entire city, just nearby blocks. Therefore, the loss of spirit was not as much as last time, and Jenkins only took a few breaths before thinking that he could maintain such loss.
"I'll go up to see the situation, you are here to watch the food."
He said to the cat on his shoulder, and put the chocolates next to the paper bags.
The cat poked its head up and sniffed the sweet smell next to it, then shook its head decisively at Jenkins. It actually "stands up" from the shaft at once, supports its body on its two hind legs, raises its front paws and opens its front paws, and makes a gesture to Jenkins to hug him. But soon he returned to his original posture because he couldn't stand firmly, and he yelled at Jenkins in dissatisfaction, not wanting to separate from Jenkins.
"Be obedient, it's on fire, I'm going to save people."
The rain got a little heavier, and even Jenkins, who called the rain, couldn't avoid getting wet. Although the heavy rain can prevent the fire from spreading, it obviously cannot extinguish the flames scurrying in the building.
He didn't know what happened yet, but obviously the flame had nothing to do with the monster, because the place with the black aura was only a certain room on the third floor.
"Wait here for me, I'll be back soon."
He said to his cat, and then used the ability of empathy to look at the carriage parked in the corner of the yard. This is not a carriage for pulling goods, but an ordinary open-topped carriage for renting people. Probably for emergency purposes, horses have been harnessed to the carriage, and the four-hoofed animal is standing leisurely under the shed eating forage. Suddenly realizing that a human being was talking to it, he turned to look at the young man and his cat in a daze.
PS: In the past two weeks, the follow-up reading has dropped so fast. Seeing that this book is about to drop from the top 100 on the bestseller list, this is probably the worst time for this book except for the few months after it was put on the shelves.