The cat abandoned Jenkins and flung herself on the softest wool rug in front of the hearth. Jenkins smiled and hung his hat and coat on a nearby hanger.
Miss Miller also handed him her hat and coat, which he hung up as well.
"Sometimes, I think you're such an amazing person."
The short lady couldn't help sighing when she saw that he was doing all this skillfully and had no evil intentions about bringing single women home.
"Really? But what exactly is the witch's kiss for?"
Seeing that he was still obsessed with this question, Miss Miller covered her mouth and chuckled again.
The bedding, books, notebooks and other things in the living room have been packed away, so it seems normal at the moment.
"It's a... flirting potion of ambiguity, often used by female patrons between the beds."
With a reddish complexion, Jenkins coughed loudly and interrupted her. Single men and women alone in a room are not suitable for such a topic.
"Because the price is high and it's just a daily necessities, there are very few buyers. I think if you sell it on the black market, it may take a long time to find a buyer. Even so, the ladies of the upper class probably like this kind of For things, I can help you find some buyers, of course, before I leave Nolan."
"Then thank you so much, do you need tea? I was at..."
Jenkins wanted to get away from this embarrassing topic. Fortunately, Miss Miller was also unmarried, and she was unwilling to dwell on this issue. When the two deeply entered the world of mathematics, the strange atmosphere just now almost dissipated.
"Meow~"
Chocolate is lying in front of the stove, the flames are reflected in its eyes, jumping constantly. The miraculous flame made the black and white glossy hair of the cat glow slightly. A small reptile crawled across the ground in front of the carpet, and then was pulled into the void by a black hand stretched out from nowhere.
Jenkins, who was obsessed with the world of mathematics, did not realize that although his cat did not catch mice, it could kill insects.
It's the fourth week of October, and Thursday night is Mr. Corpse's party, the last thing of importance before the month ends.
The professor brought some good news to Jenkins. The two had gone on an "expedition" together since the last Mr. Corpse party. The stone slabs obtained from that expedition were recycled by the church, but the compensation after recycling and the two gold boxes are still very valuable.
The two distributed according to the plan they had already discussed, and Jenkins finally got about 140 pounds in cash.
Jenkins can only feel a little peace of mind when the not-so-heavy bills fall into his pocket.
The abandoned hospital where Mr. Corpse is located is still the same, and the perennial white smoke shrouds the whole area. Just after climbing over the low wall, the familiar feeling of oppression came to my heart again. He shook his head fiercely, trying to dispel this feeling, but the discomfort in his heart increased a bit.
It is now completely certain that the hidden things in this hospital must be more than a simple eighth-level powerhouse. The source of that feeling of oppression from the bottom of my heart is definitely not just a powerful human being.
The professor looked very good, and invited him to have a drink first when the two met. This is also a gifter with a big secret. At least to this day, Jenkins still has no way of guessing what it is that led him to become the gifter in his dream. But since the church doesn't mind, he certainly won't comment on it.
When late Xia came here for the first time, the deserted hospital was overgrown with weeds. But with the change of outside seasons, the environment here has not changed much. He took this to heart, but didn't talk to the professor right away.
Before entering the abandoned building, the two run into another stranger who makes a fuss. Everyone's destination was the same, and they didn't talk to each other, so they kept a certain distance and came to the corridor.
A new member arrived at this party, and Mr. Corpse preached the rules of the party to him as usual and ignored it. But this time the number of people who came here was only two-thirds of the previous ones. When Jenkins was still wondering, the stranger standing beside him took the initiative to stand up:
"Honorable sir, may I ask where our companions have gone? I mean, I don't intend to pry into other people's privacy, but if something important happens tonight, we should be prepared."
"No problem."
The man sitting in the mortuary cabinet said that Jenkins noticed that his face was paler, which made him involuntarily think of the paper man in the ghost story.
"I also just received the news, which is really a bit of a surprise. When a house in the south of the city was being remodeled, some 'strange' things were accidentally dug out, and now the adjacent five blocks are blocked. Did not come The participants here are probably delayed from their trip."
The man who asked the question bowed to express his gratitude, and did not continue to ask if anything had been found. Jenkins was thoughtful and planned to ask his father tomorrow, he might know something.
Although he intends to sell the spring water of the Fountain of Wisdom in his hand, after thinking about it for a long time, he finally chooses to keep it in his own hands. Although he didn't have much savings, he didn't have a lot of money to point out recently, and Mr. Bro was about to pay for this month's books.
The most important thing is that Jenkins has not yet decided whether to give this bottle of water to his father.
It should be said that Mr. Corpse's party is indeed the most high-end party that Jenkins has come into contact with. This time, someone came up with a special item with a number. It was a wind chain, to be precise, it was a piece of iron hanging from a rough white woolen thread. The middle part of the iron sheet was completely dug out, a thin iron wire was embedded, and then a small hole was dug in the middle of a smaller iron sheet, which was strung in the iron wire.
If there is wind blowing, the small iron pieces strung on the wire will whirr and rotate, so as to simply judge the wind direction. This is a common cheap pendant worn by sailors, coachmen and the like, and there are many in Aunt Sally's shop next to Papa's Antiques.
With Jenkins' eyesight, he could barely see the number [BWE29133] engraved on the iron plate, but he didn't know what it meant.
The particularity of this item is that if you actively fiddle with the small iron piece in the middle of the wind direction chain with your hands when it is windy, the wind direction can be temporarily changed. It cannot change the wind direction for a long time, nor can it change extremely fast winds such as hurricanes, but it can affect the weather to a certain extent, which is a very powerful prop in itself.