After receiving the invitation from Jenkins, the four-hoofed animal slowly pulled the carriage downstairs. Jenkins pointed at the seat of the car again, and black overlapping dense lines appeared there, and quickly piled up into a thick The quilt was wet by the rain.
"You wait over there, don't come near the downstairs until I call you."
He spoke quickly to the horse, and the horse immediately pulled the whole cart of quilts and walked back to the other side of the yard.
"Meow~"
The chocolate on the other carriage yelled at Jenkins pitifully in the rain, and Jenkins brought potted tulips from the side and put them next to the cat, knocked on the flower pot, and the beautiful gradual golden flowers immediately grew to the side . This is a very weird growth phenomenon. Only one side of the originally symmetrical petals grows larger and droops, covering both the cat and the bread and biscuits.
"Meow~"
Chocolate watched Jenkins turn around and rush towards the building, glanced at the burning third floor, and raised his paw to pat the petals above his head with a lonely look. It hated being separated from Jenkins.
Instead of climbing the wall to the third floor from the outside, Jenkins ran back into the building and ran up the stairs to the third floor. Somehow, not only was there no one on the first floor, but there was also no one on the second floor. At least Jenkins didn't meet anyone running down. Now the fire has just spread to the second floor, and the stairs have not been damaged for the time being.
Because the stairs are connected to each other, just go up the stairs. But turning the corner of the stairs, in the stairwell where the temperature suddenly rose, Jenkins saw that the entrance to the stairs leading to the third floor was actually blocked by messy furniture, and billowing black smoke flowed from the gaps in the furniture to connect the second and third floors In the stairwell, Jenkins can already imagine what the third floor is like.
It's as if someone lifts the whole building and tilts it to one side, with all the furniture piled up in one corner.
But this didn't stop Jenkins either. He took a step back and then slammed forward sideways. With a loud noise, he abruptly knocked away the cabinets, tables and chairs that were blocked at the stairway.
The furniture had already started to catch fire, and the black smoke made him cough uncontrollably. Once the fire started to burn, it spread quickly. During the few minutes he was delayed, flames had already burst out from the wall, and he didn't know what kind of building materials were used here.
Clutching his mouth and nose, he lowered his body and rushed into the corridor on the third floor. The gifted fire gushed out from his body, blocking those ordinary flames. After walking a few steps, I saw a group of people rushing out led by two grave guards, surrounded by a barrier like air bubbles to protect them.
"What happened here?"
"In the room over there, the captain and that thing are in a stalemate! It forced us up, we just escaped, and there are still many people here!"
The gravekeeper, who seemed to be somewhat young, replied, and then looked at the road that had just been opened behind Jenkins.
"Don't go out from here, the fire has spread to the second floor."
Jenkins said, pointing to the wall beside him:
"Smash this wall."
"I come."
The older gravekeeper took out a charm from his pocket, told everyone to stay away from that side, and then threw it lightly. The spell stuck to the wall and then exploded into bone fragments and smashed the wall. It blew in, but it didn't have much effect on the fire.
"come over!"
Jenkins approached the gap and called to the horse, and the carriage carrying the quilts came downstairs immediately:
"It's good for you to jump directly. Although it's a bit dangerous, at least you won't die from the fall."
There are also tomb guards here, so it should be no problem to lead people to jump down safely.
"I'll help your captain, and the rest of the people on this floor will be handed over to you for rescue."
He said to the two tomb guards, and after the two thanked in a low voice, they arranged for people to go downstairs through the gap created by the blast.
Jenkins ignored the people behind him and continued walking down the burning corridor. The wind and rain rushing in from the explosion gap finally had some effect. Although the fire was still astonishing, Jenkins could barely open a path. The people trapped inside hurried away along the opposite direction of Jenkins' advance, and occasionally the sound of explosions from nowhere would cause bursts of exclamation.
But I didn't see the group of flower girls all the way until I came to the last room. As soon as his hand was on the hot doorknob, black smoke burst out. Jenkins pushed the door but did not open it.
So he took a step back, took a run-up and slammed sideways towards the door. The door was like a phantom, allowing Jenkins to pass through it directly. Jenkins rushed into the room with too much force, and almost collided with the flower girls crowded at the door.
It was clearly burning outside, but there was no sign of being ignited in this room alone. And not only did it not catch fire, even the temperature in the room was abnormally low.
In the innermost part of the room, Captain Rogers of the cemetery was holding a short staff, and was in a stalemate with a wriggling black mud in front of the small round table. The pool of mud continued to expand away from Captain Rogers, adhering to the floor and walls to increase its area. But the gravekeeper didn't dare move, and Jenkins could see his back was soaking wet.
"What's the situation now?"
As he asked, he turned around and tried to open the door, but the door didn't budge. The flower girl who was sobbing in fright at the side immediately told him that they were trapped here just now because they couldn't open the door, and the other gentleman in the room hadn't moved for a long time.
"Captain Rogers, what's going on?"
Jenkins asked again, but the gravekeeper still didn't speak or make any movements. In the end, the bolder of the girls told Jenkins that the person she had just seen talking to Jenkins in the yard had more white mice fetched after Jenkins left, and the mice were given injections.
"inject?"
Jenkins knew right away that she was referring to injections, injecting the toxins into the mice. If you simply repeat the process that Jenkins has already seen, then there should be no problems, so the extra actions of the grave guards must have caused the current situation.
A group of people came to the third floor by themselves, including most of the people on the first and second floors, and they also came to the third floor by themselves. After the pile of mud appeared in the yard, Captain Rogers yelled for everyone to flee immediately.
They should have fled to the street, but just like Jenkins couldn't open the door now, the people just now couldn't open the door of the building, even though the door wasn't even closed when Jenkins came back.
So people fled upward layer by layer, and they were still on the third floor in a hurry, blocked by the mud seeping up from the cracks in the floor. Because no one dared to look directly at the mud, the flower girls couldn't describe the specific details of the fire, but it must have happened when the two sides were fighting.