"Who are you?"
The hoarse growl came from Mr. Robinson.
"Oh, sorry, wrong way!"
The woman spoke lightly, and then there was the sound of the door being closed immediately...
After a while, the sound of fighting came from the corridor. Even without the aid of that ear, loud gunshots and screams from nearby rooms could be clearly heard.
"what to do?"
Jenkins stopped looking at the wall, turned his head, and blushed immediately.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have…"
Quickly let go of your hand.
Miss Audrey glanced at him reproachfully, and tossed a coin again. This time the coin was not caught by her, but fell straight to the ground, and then stopped there vertically.
"not good."
Her reminder was obviously late. With the crack of the door, first Robinson with a gun flew in and hit the wardrobe, and then a woman with sunglasses and a lace hat walked in step by step.
She ignored Robinson who was trying to get up, but looked at Jenkins, or rather, his ear.
"Sex toys. Is there something wrong?"
He pretended to be flustered while approaching Miss Audrey.
"What more do you say!"
He roared at himself in his heart, only feeling dazzled by surprise.
The woman shook her head, took off her hat and eyes, and it was Miss Miller.
"Who is my employer, you should be very clear. Hand over that thing now, or I don't mind getting the reward. Hampavo's spies are worth more than Cheslan's spies. Good thing."
"snort!"
Robinson raised the pistol to Miss Miller, and then slammed the trigger, but there was no other sound except the sound of the firing pin.
"So, should I do it myself?"
Miss Miller gracefully took off the long white hollow lace glove on her left hand, and then faced the man with her palm. At this moment, a large number of footsteps could be heard from not far away, she frowned, and suddenly took a step forward to grab Robinson's neck. Blinking at Jenkins, he dashed in the direction of the window.
It appears the club's guards have finally shown up, but there's no legitimate reason for Jenkins and Miss Audrey to be there either. There's no need to cause trouble here. Regardless of where the person infected with the mechanical virus went, he took Miss Audrey's hand, and the two followed Miss Miller towards the window.
The latter turned his head and glanced at them, then roughly reached out and pushed open the window, threw the unconscious Robinson down, and then jumped down himself.
"I have a bad feeling."
Even though Jenkins was holding hands, the woman who still didn't take the initiative to break free frowned: "This is very wrong."
It was too late to say so much, Jenkins actually found that three of the people who approached were the givers. The guards of the club must not be the only ones who came to check, maybe the Marquis' bodyguards also came.
The two climbed onto the windowsill together, and then jumped off without hesitation.
"Goddess~"
In mid-air, Jenkins was amazed in his heart. He finally understood what Miss Audrey had mentioned about the "door" and "window" before: he saw that on the ground facing the window on the second floor, there was an impressively embedded A hole of endless white light.
Together with the previous two, the two jumped in at once.
Familiar white light, in a space where time cannot be judged, all kinds of strange illusions come one after another.
When he finally touched solid ground, Jenkins jumped up, feeling as if his body was on fire.
There were flames all around, and a piece of scorched land beneath him. All four of them landed here, and in front of them was a yellow wooden round table.
There was already a young man sitting at the round table. He was wearing a black robe, frowning and staring at his hands, which were skillfully repeating the movement of shuffling cards.
There are four more chairs around the round table, obviously for four people.
And within 3 meters from the table, there is a raging sea of flames that cannot be seen. The flames danced and turned into ugly faces, peeping at the people here from the edge of the sea of flames.
Jenkins wiped his sweat and put his sweaty hand into his pocket. The charm that disguised his identity had broken. It should have lasted at least 3 hours, and it seems that entering the strange world has affected the spell itself.
The other three, including Mr. Robinson who was knocked out, also woke up. The short Miss Miller stood up abruptly, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and looked curiously at the boundless red flames.
"It's really interesting."
She looked up at the sky, where there was nothing but a black cloud.
The last time the two had seen each other was a week ago, and it was impossible for her not to recognize Jenkins. If he didn't say hello at this time, he obviously had other thoughts.
Jenkins helped Miss Audrey up in a gentlemanly manner, and then sneaked a look at Robinson who was filled with fear and excitement.
The four of them did not have a conversation, but closed their mouths, and sat silently on the red chair with cushions beside the round table. It was a comfortable chair, with gold arms and a warm back and cushion. After sitting on it, the originally tense mood was relieved a lot.
"Is it a special item?"
Jenkins guessed in his heart, and looked at the Master of the Paradise who was still continuing to shuffle the cards and looked at everyone.
Like the first or second creepy creature Jenkins experienced, it doesn't seem to have any human emotions. The straight dark blue formal suit with the white collar makes one feel inexplicably that this is a croupier or dealer working in a high-end casino. It is so hot here that there is no sweat on his face.
In the third train scene, the conductor was obviously different from all three.
As the sound of shuffling the cards kept repeating, the originally boring tone gradually changed. Everyone's hearts were beating, and with this rhythm began to change. Miss Miller and Miss Audrey, who were higher in rank, were fine, but the faces of Jenkins and Robinson gradually turned pale.
Those white and dexterous hands suddenly stopped moving, and the four people who were about to adapt to the tone, spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time. The mouthful of blood splashed four curved red areas on the yellow wooden table. Jenkins clutched his chest, subconsciously wanting to try treatment, but remembered the rule that the ability can only be used once in the treacherous world, so he had to give up.
Miss Audrey reached out to support Jenkins and wanted to say something, but Jenkins shook his head and refused.
Miller on the side also looked at Jenkins and pursed her lips. She didn't want this writer who could talk about mathematics with her to die here so easily.
The environment is getting hotter and hotter.
PS: Playing poker is too boring, we play cards with the characteristics of the bestower.