"Are you really free of any psychological barriers?"
In the antique shop, watching Jenkins squatting around the corpse and walking around, Miss Magic stood beside her with her arms crossed and asked.
"I'm always sober enough to know what's real and what's fake."
Jenkins said without raising his head, but he found nothing. The dead Jenkins did not have the habit of going out with his diary or confidential documents.
So he clapped his hands and stood up, looking at the old man behind the counter. Dad curled up and hid there, pretending very well.
"If you want money..."
"We don't want money."
He reached out and took Dad's newspaper to look at the news on it, and while confirming the difference between this place and the real world, he asked:
"Mr. Oliver, can I ask you some questions? First of all, how much do you know about Jenkins Williams? Don't pretend to me, we all know that you are a clerk of the Sage Church, and we are not bad people, as long as you After answering the question, we will leave immediately, without any concern for you or the secret room under our feet."
"How do you know my name is Ollie..."
"The sign outside the door reads [Selling Antiques Since 1821, Credit Guaranteed by Oliver Papa]."
Jenkins lowered his head and turned the pages of the newspaper. The news on it was mediocre. It’s just that at this point in time, there is no news about the talks between the Three Kingdoms, which means that without the possibility of outsiders, the end of the world is not as early as the real world, and no one is going to facilitate the negotiations between the Three Kingdoms.
"I'm not… "
"You are. Please answer the question, what happened to Jenkins Williams?"
Jenkins sniffed, and handed Miss Windsor the few pages of the newspaper he had read, asking her to check it again to prevent omissions. Miss Magic looked at the shop. She passed by here, but never walked in.
"Jenkins Williams is the prophesied beast of disaster."
Jenkins paused while flipping through the remaining newspapers, thinking of the parchment he brought back from the sea last year. That piece of paper has the function of predicting the future, and it says that Jenkins is a disaster.
"You probably just came to Nolan. The news about the approaching doomsday has already spread among Nolan's bestowers. The church learned from a certain prophecy that the young man you killed is important to the future." Sex, when I was looking for him for questioning, I accidentally discovered that he was related to the serial murder case and was a member of an illegal organization. These things can be found out with a little inquiring in Nolan."
"When did the church inquire about William?"
"This spring, about three months ago."
Jenkins counted the days. At that time, he should be living with Her Royal Highness and Alexia in Ruen.
He didn't know what the possibility that the outsider didn't come represented, but in short, he understood that the appearance of the strange ability of [Machinery] might not only be related to the knowledge of other worlds in the minds of outsiders, maybe Jenkins himself There is such a unique talent.
Otherwise, it is completely impossible to explain why Jenkins here would choose to combine life and mechanical power.
"found it."
He said suddenly, reaching out and pressing on the newspaper. Pop wanted to see what he was pointing at, but Jenkins was for Miss Magic.
The latter stretched his head on tiptoe, read that sentence, and understood what Jenkins meant:
“…a fire broke out in Building B, 38 Tibeste Avenue, and the Joel Newspaper office located here was forced to relocate to…”
The address of No. 38 B, Tibist Avenue, should belong to Miss Magic's "Howard Detective Agency".
Miss Magic didn't know that the Jenkins who had just been killed was actually not the Jenkins she knew, and only thought that there was a variable in this world. Now that Jenkins exists, it is very unlikely that the absence of Miss Windsor will affect the address of her detective agency, so she believes that the variable in this world is the absence of herself.
"Mr. Oliver, do you know the Duke of Windsor?"
"of course I know."
The old man replied, hesitantly looking at the three people in front of him:
"What do you ask this for? The Duke of Windsor has a connection with Jenkins Williams?"
"No, I want to know, does the Duke of Windsor have a daughter?"
"Of course, Her Majesty Jessica Windsor..."
"His Majesty?"
Miss Windsor's voice was a little distorted. Jenkins wanted to reconfirm the existence of Miss Windsor in this world, but he did not expect to ask for other information.
The old man looked at Miss Windsor suspiciously, and then said slowly:
"Yes, Her Majesty Jessica Windsor.
Probably last winter, I thought, yes, in December, the former Queen Isabella died unexpectedly. According to her will, Her Majesty Jessica Windsor succeeded to the throne... Oh, honestly, don't you guys really know about this? "
It can be seen that the old man has made no secret of his doubts about the origin of the three, but this is not true at all, and his doubts will not have any impact.
"Queen Isabella is dead?"
Jenkins confirmed in a low voice, and then looked at Miss Magic suspiciously. He didn't understand why the absence of Miss Magic and the outsider's world would affect this matter. After all, the queen should have nothing to do with the wanted criminal Jenkins and Miss Magic at this time.
"The Butterfly Effect?"
He guessed, and then continued to ask:
"Queen Isabella's death, we also heard about it when we lived in seclusion in the forest south of Cheslan, but I want to know, what does the church think about Queen Isabella's death? After asking this question, we will leave immediately .After that, you can choose to submit our information to the church, and that's okay, all three of us don't think we're bad people."
He heard Miss Magic beside him laugh uncooperatively, but he had to keep a straight face and put on a serious look.
"You want tidbits from me? There was no autopsy on the former Queen's body..."
Miss Windsor looked up at Pa, and both Jenkins and Miss Magic noticed the pain in her eyes.
"Why?"
Jenkins asked:
"I can understand that the Church of Death couldn't do an autopsy on the king, but didn't the Police Department either?"
"Her Majesty Windsor claimed that she and her servants saw Her Majesty Isabella accidentally fall down the stairs, so there is no need for an autopsy."
Dad said, and sure enough, he saw strange expressions on all three of them.
"So the gossip rumors say that His Majesty Windsor murdered..."
Pop noticed that Miss Windsor had closed her eyes suddenly, and thought she was about to speak, but she didn't.
"It was His Majesty Windsor who murdered His Majesty Isabella, but no one has any evidence. Oh, damn, I'm just an antique shop owner, I don't understand politics, please don't continue to ask for more details, do you think the civil servants of the Orthodox Church Personnel, should you be very concerned about this matter?"