Regarding Jenkins' opinion, Miss Windsor just nodded and did not speak again. Miss Magic didn't want to continue the topic just now, she also nodded to Jenkins, so Jenkins looked at the three-handed bald old man curled up on the high stool:
"Open the second door."
"Before that, we need to summarize."
The old man said, his voice was still so weird.
This corridor is windless and completely closed. The dry and bitter air makes the mood extremely depressing. Even if there is no influence of the delusion, normal people may have mental problems after staying for a long time.
The work of communicating with the elderly has always been done by Jenkins. Miss Magic protected Miss Windsor from behind, and told her to avoid using any senses to perceive the aborigines in the strange land.
"Possibilities are interesting, aren't they?"
asked the old man, but got no answer.
So the dark hand behind him pointed at Jenkins first:
"Killing yourself without hesitation is like killing a stranger. Your awareness of self-independence is very good. Killing yourself, then you will gain a share of your own power, which is very common Reasonably, this is a gift from killing."
A bubble floated out of the black palm, and after entering Jenkins' forehead, he had an extra blank bubble.
"It's a surprise, the book's... no, it's the uncrowned king's whereabouts."
"You can't recognize yourself, and you can't recognize others. You are lucky. Among thousands of possibilities, few people can meet the best one."
He pointed at Miss Windsor, what this sentence probably implied, before Miss Windsor had time to think about it in the dizziness, she felt that someone stuffed something into her hand while closing her eyes.
It can't be Jenkins, Jenkins is still far away, and it can't be Miss Magic. Miss Magic's hand is not so cold, so it can only be the black hand.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a magnifying glass with a round polished crystal on a blood red wooden handle.
Miss Magic was not given any items by the black hand, because she did not exist in the previous world.
Next, the old man didn't give the three of them time to communicate, and the black hand opened the door on the left diagonally opposite to the door just now. Behind the door is still the familiar Fifth Queen's Road:
"I wish you all a pleasant journey."
Said the piercing voice.
"Okay, let's go."
Jenkins looked at his companions, but still walked to the front, followed by Miss Magic and Miss Windsor across the threshold. The door closed behind them, and the street was surrounded by a light gray mist, which was more like the real world than the last rainy Nolan.
"This time it looks more normal than last time."
Miss Magic commented, and then asked Jenkins:
"Are you still going there?"
She pointed to Papa's Antiques.
Jenkins didn't quite understand why the entrance to the world of possibilities was not far from Papa's antique shop twice. But since it's already here, it's natural to have a look.
With the sound of the bell, the door of the antique shop was pushed open, and the old man was still reading the newspaper behind the counter, and there was still no Jenkins Williams in the antique shop.
After the customary words of welcome to the guests, the old man raised his head and looked at the three young men who had disguised their faces. Jenkins looked at the main entrance of the store behind him, and seeing that no one followed them into the antique store this time, he officially started talking with his father:
"Do you have any newspapers here? We need some."
"Is it an old newspaper? There are indeed, but because it is difficult to preserve, the whole set of old newspapers is only the Nolan Evening News and the Kingdom..."
"No, we want this."
Jenkins pointed to the newspaper in his father's hand, and his father looked at him suspiciously, and nodded hesitantly:
"Okay, just take it, no money."
He slipped the newspaper to Jenkins, who flipped through it briefly, left a one-shilling note and walked out with his friends.
"Since you didn't stay to talk to that old Oliver, then you must have found clues in the newspaper. Then, let's talk about the news that surprised you the most."
On the street, Miss Magic said to Jenkins.
"I'm still a wanted criminal, and the reward amount is the same as last time."
Jenkins shook his head and said, handing the version with the arrest warrant to Miss Magic, and Miss Windsor also came over. There is a black and white photo of Jenkins on the reward order, and when describing the crime, it is similar to what I heard from my father in the previous world.
"It's like this again? It seems that you really have the potential to become a criminal."
Miss Magic said jokingly, seeing that Jenkins was still flipping through the newspaper, she continued:
"Since you are still here and I was not in the last possibility, then there must be no Miss Windsor this time. Is there any information about me in the newspaper?"
"I haven't seen you for the time being, nor have I seen any news related to the talks between the three kings, but Queen Isabella still came to Nolan to visit. It seems that no matter what, at this point in time, the Queen of Fidgetly will be there Nolan shows up. Oh?"
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Jenkins suddenly stop, Miss Magic asked.
"I saw a very strange thing. It has nothing to do with the royal family or politics. There is a news of a house for sale here. The address is St. George Street, which is my home. It has been waiting for a long time for sale. It seems that I have never owned it. It's not unusual to have passed that house..."
This time, there is no conspicuous information in the hands of the three of them. There is no Miss Windsor's world. If you want to find information, you can only find it from the other two people. But the other two people are not the kind of people with a fixed schedule, and it is not easy to find their whereabouts.
But relatively speaking, Miss Magic's whereabouts may be easier to find than the wanted cultist Jenkins Williams. So the three of them discussed it and decided to try to find Miss Magic here first. This is an act of chance, and Miss Magic can't tell where she should be at this time.
But luck was not bad. When investigating the third possible location, which is the barren hill outside the public cemetery on the outskirts of Nolan, I finally found Miss Magic in the cabin in the forest.
Did not see her directly, but found traces of life here. Miss Magic went to check the basement of the cabin in the woods, and Jenkins and Miss Windsor rummaged through the small house.
He was forbidden to look directly into the closet, so he could only rummage through the shelves. Miss Magic had quite a collection of books, and his eyes were on the spine to observe the titles of the books. Before he could find any clues, he heard Miss Magic calling from the basement.