As the weather turns colder, Jenkins is now wearing a warm knitted sweater that Mary knitted for him before he moved out of the Williamettes. As the temperature drops, it is time for sweaters to be phased out. But fortunately, after obtaining the gift [Inextinguishable Fire], he found that his ability to resist cold had been greatly enhanced. Just like the purifying candles will actively play a role when encountering a negative state, at the end of the cold autumn, the unquenchable flame kept beating and burning in Jenkins' heart.
Today is Wednesday, and I was supposed to go to church to give a lecture. But tomorrow is Book Day, and the church needs renovations and decorations for the most important day of the year, so today's evening classes are suspended once, and Jenkins can go home and rest.
The fireplace at home has been cleaned up, and I planned to go to the market to see if there is any charcoal or burning wood at a reasonable price while I have time today, but after walking a few steps, I saw Burns through the choking fog The professor was waiting for him at the entrance of the alley in a heavy black double-breasted coat.
The collar of the coat is fleece, covering half of the professor's face. He kept rubbing his hands, and when he saw Jenkins, he immediately walked up waving his hands.
"Professor, I remember going to the academy tomorrow, you don't need to remind me again, do you?"
Jenkins greeted him jokingly, the professor shivered and waved to him, and then the two came to a nearby bar. It's not the time to get off work. The sailors or single idlers in the dock area are all working, and there are very few people here. After drinking a cup of warm butterbeer, the professor finally recovered.
"Are you all right?"
Although the professor was old, according to what he knew, he was probably stronger than Jenkins.
"fine."
The professor said in a low voice, and as he opened his mouth, a gust of frost was sprayed out. He shivered suddenly, his pale face immediately became rosy.
"It's okay, I got into a fight with someone last night and was punched. Hey, that woman ran too fast, and she actually wanted to lie to me as a profiteer..."
"It seems that the professor's night life is also very rich."
Thinking to himself, he took a sip of the hot tea in front of him. When buying drinks at the bar just now, when the bartender heard that what Jenkins wanted was tea, he almost thought he was deliberately provocative, but fortunately he took the money and paid the bill in time.
"Professor, give me your hand."
He turned his head and looked around, speaking in a low voice. Although Professor Burns was puzzled, he did not hesitate.
Pointing his finger on the professor's dry palm, he first activated [Contact Therapy], but there was no response. This shows that the professor has no physical injuries. Afterwards, carefully mobilizing the Inextinguishable Fire to the skin under the fingertips, Professor Burns immediately groaned softly, and then withdrew his hand.
"Phew, it's much more comfortable."
He tore open the neckline of the exaggerated coat and looked fully restored. He reached for the handle of the wine glass and drank the frothy butterbeer in one gulp.
In fact, butter beer is not beer. The reason why it is called this name is because there are many bubbles in it, and the appearance is exactly like beer. This is just a non-alcoholic hot drink.
Looking at Jenkins from the empty glass, the professor pointed to the teacup in his hand: "Why, don't you want to drink?"
"I rarely drink."
"It's really hard to find young people like you these days."
He sighed softly, and when he saw a middle-aged man in leather boots passing by the table, he cautiously stopped talking.
This bar named "Claytierian" is not the kind of small bar hidden in the alley that provides all kinds of services, but a regular bar that even off-duty policemen will occasionally visit. The interior decoration is not bad. There are clear tree trunk lines on the solid wood tabletop, and there is a faint smell of wine in the air. Even people like Jenkins who drink grape juice at parties feel that the taste is very good.
The professor didn't come to Jenkins to remind him of tomorrow's schedule, of course.
"There is something very interesting in a while, do you want to go together?"
The professor blinked and asked mysteriously.
"interesting?"
Jenkins asked as he stroked the chocolate. There was also hot milk in the bar, which Chocolate loved.
"Yes, I only heard about it recently. Some people are organizing very small visits, visits to dissected corpses. After the visit, there will be some weird materials for sale. Although the entrance fee is expensive, it is worth the money."
"is it safe?"
When money matters and safety concerns come together, safety comes first.
"I can't guarantee this. After all, if you stay at home, you may encounter some weird monsters. But the friend who introduced this matter is very reliable. I am a little worried about going alone, so I came to ask you. "
Jenkins nodded and shook his teacup, noticing some tea stalks in the bottom of the half-empty cup.
"How much is the ticket?"
"Three guineas, and only notes."
The professor added, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry, thinking about it with the mentality that it doesn't matter whether he goes or not.
"Anyway, it's fine tonight, so let's go and have a look."
Jenkins finally agreed, and tomorrow is the Reading Festival. According to ancient legends, around this day, followers of sages will get extra luck. Coupled with the fact that he met the protoss a few days ago and received blessings, maybe he could really meet lucky things.
Putting down two penny coins as a tip, pushed open the wooden door of the bar, and broke into the dark and cold street again. Jenkins first went home to a set of robes to conceal his identity, let Chocolate take care of the house obediently, and then set off with the professor.
Based on the word "corpse", I originally thought that the venue would be a remote cemetery, or an abandoned hospital similar to Mr. Corpse's party, or perhaps a remote catacomb in the countryside. Unexpectedly, the two came all the way to the Carfax Field in the urban area, and people in police uniforms can still be seen walking in the hall.
"Police station?"
he asked in surprise.
"No no, of course not."
The professor reached out and pressed Jenkins' hand pointing to the door of the police station, and then pulled him into an alley beside him. There are residents on both sides of this alley. The professor muttered something silently, counted the number of doors and walked forward, and then knocked on the middle one.
An ordinary worthless bell hung on the ordinary wooden door, and a man with a cigar in his mouth pushed open the door and stuck his head out. First, he exhaled a smoke ring, then casually glanced at the two people in black robes, without asking anything, but directly stretched out their hands, and the two immediately handed over the banknotes they had prepared.