Mr. Struller's rant continued for a while, and when he was coughing desperately because of his throat injury, the middle-aged gentleman continued to explain his "knowledge" in the newspaper.
Jenkins remained huddled, and one of Chocolate's furry ears poked out from between the buttons.
"In order to confirm the conjecture in my heart, after I just obtained your address, I went to check it. Obviously, there are only traces of your own life there. With some doubts, I found your basement, where..."
Jenkins held his breath, he now understood how terrifying the monster's evil eye was.
"You found the bodies of my wife and daughter?"
This answer was made by Mr. Struller. It can be heard that he still can't believe it, but it is probably the facts in the newspaper that the middle-aged gentleman took out, which made him have to accept all this.
"No, it's worse than that."
The gentleman's tone was full of pity, "I found a monster locked in an alloy chain, even our organization would not make this kind of thing, because it is too ugly and has no wisdom. In fact , most of the bestowers, um, yes, people like us, can hold rituals to create that kind of thing. Stitch monsters, forcibly fusing the corpses of different creatures together, so that they have regeneration ability and strength beyond ordinary levels .”
"Then, then my..."
At this moment, Jenkins has made up his mind that even if he can get a trick with a significant effect in the future, he will never use it. He could imagine how desperate and sad Mr. Struller was on the unfinished roof above his head.
The middle-aged gentleman did not give Mr. Strule an answer directly, but talked about something else.
"In fact, due to the many terrible things that happened in this city in the past six months, there are a lot of people who accidentally disappeared. The police and the church can't fully count, and there are dozens of inconspicuous cases, which should be done by you .Yes, the fusion monsters in the basement do include what you think of as a wife and daughter, but I have to warn you…”
Very vicious pauses, tormenting both the victim and the audience.
"You married that poor widow with a child after you got the magic eye. According to the results of my research in the city hall, she did not register for marriage before and after the disappearance of the widow's mother and daughter. That is to say, even happiness Marriage is also…”
He didn't utter the last words, but both Jenkins and Mr. Struller understood.
"Let's straighten out what happened. After an accident, the young Mr. Struller got an eye with magical power. He thought that the eye could see through the future, and he became successful with it. but in fact, what Mr. Stuller, who has eyes, sees are illusions. He killed his benefactor, continued to create murder and robbery cases in this city, and even implicated me. Heh~, I just explained the cost It took a lot of effort to kill the monster you made. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many things happening in Nolan City in the second half of the year, you should have been discovered by the Orthodox Church long ago. But now, your good luck has finally run out... "
"What the hell is this eye?"
"A-03-02-4491, the poisonous eyeball of the suicide. It contains the resentment of the suicide, the resentment towards the living. Those who get it will be corroded by the eyeball step by step, destroying what they own in desire Everything. And in the end, it will let its owner see the truth of everything, and then lead the owner to the end of suicide. I think the reason why I can't take it away is because the eyes still want your soul, your resentment .”
"is that so… "
In the wind, only Mr. Si Dule's murmur remained.
The incident was pretty much what Jenkins had first imagined, and the details were a little different, but harmless. He couldn't comment on the incident, as everyone seemed to be a victim, even the middle-aged gentleman from an illegal cult, who so far hadn't done any damage or gained anything from the incident.
You can only blame everything on the weird thing, but it's just a dead thing, a dead thing that won't work if you don't use it.
"Now tell me where you got that eye."
After a moment of silence, the conversation continued, but Jenkins didn't want to hear it anymore. He took two deep breaths, the black robe changed his figure, and he clenched his cane and pistol tightly in both hands. He knew that Struller's ending would only be suicide, and that moment was Jenkins' chance.
"I bought it. It was just a wooden sculpture for decoration. Later, the sculpture broke and the eyeballs fell out of the middle. The shop selling the sculpture is the souvenir shop on Sandy Lane. There is only that one, and it also accepts stolen goods."
"Okay, thank you very much for your cooperation, then please."
"Thanks."
This is a feeble answer. Even if he doesn't die today, it's probably as close to death as he is.
Opening the Eye of Reality and looking upwards, the owner of the black monster's evil eye walked to the side of the building step by step, while the Bestower followed behind him.
"Did you really send flowers to Mr. Dudeland's family?"
"Yes, I don't need to lie to you, it doesn't make sense."
This is a sympathetic answer.
Mr. Struller's body was getting closer and closer to the edge of the building, and without any hesitation, he fell directly from Jenkins' eyes.
The latter held his breath, ignoring the sound of the heavy object falling to the ground, and saw that the light point representing the benefactor was also approaching the edge of the building.
Boom~
The moment the middle-aged man leaned down to check the situation, Jenkins also squatted and poked his head out to shoot the bullet.
"Oops! Off!"
The middle-aged gentleman retracted his head in an instant, and the hat with the quilt/bullets concentrated flew down against the wind, and then the light spot moved towards the other side of the building. Now that the shots have been fired, there is no room for retreat, and when Jenkins also rushed to the top of the building, the man from the Magic Eye Collection Association was standing on the side of the building, seemingly waiting for him.
"No injustice, no enmity, firing a gun at me is a bit too much, isn't it?"
The man didn't look nervous at all, which made Jenkins wonder if he was revealing his true rank.
"You are a cultist, even throwing a steam bomb at you is not too much."
Definitely not shooting, this pistol can't shoot accurately at distant targets. However, [Desecration Production] has a distance limit, and [Knowledge Bestowment] has to prepare for it. Now it can only approach that side during the conversation, and at the same time guard against his attack.