Looking back, the girl was no longer in sight. Only then did Jenkins slow down, puffed up his chest and felt warm in his heart. Of course, it is also possible that he was because of the chocolate fluttering in his chest.
Sending out the money is considered a good deed, but I just hope that the girl will stop selling flowers here after taking the money.
"Meow~"
Chocolate let out a low voice.
If Jenkins can understand meow, then he must understand that chocolate means that this is the first step for false gods to have shallow believers and start a journey of faith collection.
Jenkins did not go home immediately, but went to the place agreed with Miss Magic first to check whether she had resumed the ceremony.
Due to the chance encounter a few days ago, he already knew that Miss Magic's real name was Agnes Howard, and the selected transaction location was quite far from Howard Detective Agency. It's also a place far from where Jenkins lives, but it shouldn't take too long to hike there.
The destination is a two-story western-style building facing the street, with two rows of external brass pipes on the outside. On the second floor of the building there was a balcony without a roof. He pretended to pass by and looked up. The number of flower pots placed on the balcony was 3, which was an odd number, which meant that Miss Magic's work had not been completed.
Sighing, he turned around at the intersection ahead, turned around and prepared to leave.
Tomorrow is Saturday, probably because of this reason, even though the sky is getting dark, there are still some pedestrians on the road. Most of them were bachelors looking for some fun, taverns or whorehouses were probably where they would go tonight, but there were others with other purposes as well.
The middle-aged gentleman wearing a long trench coat, wearing a hat, and leaning on a civilized staff passed Jenkins on the corner of the street. The man turned to the east street, while Jenkins continued his footsteps.
"Male, Level 5 Gifter, his left eye is a magic eye."
He continued to walk forward without changing his expression, and then suddenly turned into an alley. Pretending to check the graffiti on the wall, blinking, relying on the real eye to see through the wall to see the effect of the aura, Jenkins immediately saw the position of the person just now, and he was still moving forward. According to Jenkins' understanding of this area, he should have left the main road and entered the alley.
Standing in place for a few minutes, he confirmed that the middle-aged gentleman had no intention of moving forward, so he chased after him without hesitation. Seeing no one around, he took out the pistol and raised it, pulled the safety catch and pointed it forward.
A person with magic eyes is not necessarily a cultist, but always check to be on the safe side. Since he ran into him head-on, he shouldn't retreat, but he has already made plans, and he will never afford a direct confrontation. It is enough to just fall far behind and find out what he wants to do.
Even knowing that this kind of alley is synonymous with Junk Street, the situation here is a bit too much. Jenkins had to cover his nose with his free left hand, and because his eyes were fixed on those points of light, he didn't even know what the soft thing he stepped on was.
God bless, he didn't wish he knew either.
The man was obviously not familiar with the terrain of this area, and kept turning in the alley, but in fact the straight-line distance he moved was not far. Although Jenkins followed closely behind him, he also reminded himself to be careful.
The magic eye and ability light spot representing the man's position suddenly stopped, and then quickly rotated upwards. Jenkins' left arm was pressed against the brick wall, and he took two gulps of cold air. The irritating air brought a burning sensation to the lungs, but the spirit was more concentrated.
"one two three!"
At the moment when he counted to three in his heart, he poked his head out and quickly retracted it.
"Nice, unfinished four-story building."
Yes, men are actually climbing up unfinished stairs without even looking down.
"What is he going to do?"
Jenkins really couldn't figure it out, even if he wanted to escape, he shouldn't run towards that kind of place. There are low bungalows nearby. If you are trying to jump off the roof to get rid of the chase, you should also take off at a similar height. But he was now past the third floor and two-thirds of the way up the frame of the house.
In other words, this person went to that location for another purpose.
At this moment, how much he wants to have the ability to predict, so as to know in advance whether the next action will cause big/trouble.
But fantasies are useless. Gritting his teeth, Jenkins bent over and rushed out. Without the worried bullets from above, he also ran to the external iron stairs on the outside of the house without any decoration.
The man was no longer moving, looking up, he was standing on the top of the house where the scaffolding hadn't been removed.
"Shut up!"
Jenkins first whispered to his chest, and after he felt a creeping sensation, he tiptoed up the external iron staircase of the unfinished four-story building.
If it is not necessary, Jenkins will never use this rusty and dangerous item. He felt that even if the thing collapsed in the next second, it was entirely possible.
But fortunately, with the position of the man on the top of the building, unless he is lying on the railing of the stairs and looking down, he can't see Jenkins who is climbing. He is now in the middle of the second floor, shrinking in the corner of the corner platform, as a step The rusted iron panels will cover him.
"Oh? Two magic eyes?"
Observing again, there was a new harvest, probably some kind of extremely thick wall that blocked the line of sight, and finally bypassed it while constantly moving. Jenkins found that there was actually a magical eye-shaped aura at the lower part of the middle-aged gentleman, probably at his feet, and it was actually a black aura!
He was so frightened that he didn't dare to move anymore, he held the cold and piercing iron railing with his left hand, thrust half of his body out from the edge of the stairs and then retracted violently.
Through the thin smog is the gloomy sky, there is a lying man at the feet of the middle-aged gentleman. Due to the angle, Jenkins could only see the shiny shoes and half of his leg, but he didn't move, and he didn't know whether he was unconscious or dead.
Jenkins swallowed, thinking that it would be better to go directly to the church to report this kind of thing, anyway, Miss Bevanna had already arrived in Nolan this morning.
But before he had time to act, he saw something the size of a walnut suddenly fall from the stairs, and then he heard the man on the top say:
"I know you're awake, Mr. Stuller, such a game doesn't make any sense. I have some strange abilities. Now my eyes can not only see you, but also directly monitor the downstairs, and no police will come to rescue you Yes, besides, it’s useless even if you come.”