On the roof, two men in black trench coats faced each other. The bustling city streets were under their feet, and a hurried coachman appeared from one side with his carriage, and the woman looking out from the window couldn't imagine what was happening above her head.
"No, no, I'm not a cultist."
"I've heard it, Magic Eye Collection Association."
Take another step forward.
"Some of us do believe in that interesting great god, but that doesn't include me."
He still had that relaxed expression, and following his words, the temporary object on the ground for sharing vision flew straight up and melted into his palm.
The man opened and closed his eyes with the palm of his left hand and showed Jenkins:
"You see, it's because of those people that we will tarnish our reputation. In fact, I have always been interested in collecting special eyes. Well, I may have killed people, but as a gifter, who hasn't killed people?"
It's close enough.
Following Jenkins's mental trigger, two overlapping silver bands of light appeared around him, and the cane was swung violently, and a shimmering silver piece suddenly flew out.
"I'll give you that eye. To be honest, this kind of dangerous and boring eye doesn't fit my aesthetics."
He sideways dodged the flying light, and before Jenkins took a step closer to activate [Profane Production], he jumped off the roof. The windbreaker was stretched by the wind, and he flew like a bat to the tall building in the distance. Just leave this next sentence dissipated in the wind.
There was no sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the light spot in the Eye of Reality was rapidly moving towards the east, and disappeared from Jenkins' field of vision before he moved to the second floor.
There was only Mr. Struller in the alley, and he was lying on the side of the external iron staircase, with black blood spilling from under his body.
"What is this?"
Jenkins looked at the roof of the building, and then at the body in front of him. He only felt that the way this matter had developed was at least not the worst outcome. He has nothing to lose, because the appearance at the moment is fake.
Carefully observing the surroundings, after confirming that the escaped person would not come back, he squatted down and turned Mr. Si Dule's body over.
The yellow coat was open, and the metal buttons of the coat were completely stained vermilion by blood, only the concave-convex pattern could barely be recognized.
Jenkins clasped his hands together, muttered something strange, and was about to lift his eyelids, when suddenly those hands moved, firmly grasping Jenkins' wrist.
"not dead?!"
"You... who are you?"
He spat out blood and asked intermittently. The corner of Jenkins' mouth twitched, and he actually asked such a question.
"It doesn't matter who I am... Do you still want to live?"
The person who committed suicide by jumping off the building died from internal bleeding caused by the rupture of the internal organs due to the shock. If he wanted to save him, he could at least prevent this unlucky person from dying here.
Of course, Jenkins thought the man might not want to live.
"Don't save me!"
Sure enough, Mr. Struller's answer did not deviate from Jenkins' expectation at all. He even panicked at Jenkins' words.
The man seemed to have something stuck in his lungs, and his voice was very strange. Blood foam was sprayed out, dyeing the white shirt inside the black suit red.
"am I wrong?"
Hearing this kind of question, Jenkins now really wants to shake off the man's wrist and leave here immediately. This alley is connected to the avenue, and anyone can see the scene here as soon as they stretch out their heads.
But the magic eye he possessed couldn't be ignored, it was a weird thing, if it wandered out again, who knew what would happen. Jenkins felt that he would definitely be involved.
"Well... you are wrong, because you got that eye by luck, so you killed so many people."
To lie is to deceive the poor man; to tell the truth is to beat the poor man. Not a good choice anyway, luckily Jenkins told the truth. And, for those innocent people who died because of him, the answer is not cruel.
He crouched next to the man, only feeling the coldness of walking through the alley, the cat squirming in his chest, Jenkins missing his fireplace.
"Bad luck? Yeah, I shouldn't have walked into that store in the first place, and I shouldn't have stolen other people's things..."
Mr. Si Dule said miserably, as if there was a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat.
"Hey, didn't you buy that eye in a souvenir shop?"
Before Jenkins could ask the question, he felt the rough hand holding his wrist slowly loosen, and then fell to the ground.
he died.
A strange phenomenon happened immediately, and the corpse suddenly started to twitch on the ground. Black blood vessels protrude from the surface of the body, like patterns and vines, and these vines are connected to the opened right eye of the corpse.
Yes, after Si Dule died, his left eye was closed tightly while his right eye was opened, and the eyeballs were spinning wildly in their sockets.
Jenkins immediately backed away, but fortunately, the corpse was just changing by itself.
The eyeballs were spinning, as if they were extracting something from the corpse, and the black blood vessels were throbbing. But in the field of vision of the Eye of Reality, as the black aura became stronger and stronger, a gray smoke emerged from the sky above the body. Countless roaring faces protruded from the surface of the gray mist, and Jenkins even saw Mr. Struller's face.
But all the faces couldn't break free from the gray mist. In the end, the gray mist swirled like a whirlwind and fell into the eyeballs.
After all the dust settled, the corpse finally twitched a few times, its limbs curled up inward, its head tilted to the side, the blood vessels on the surface of the skin returned to normal, and its eyeballs stopped moving.
Jenkins waited a few seconds with his cane, and the upside-down corpse shuddered again. As the shuddering took place, the eye socket dropped into the filthy dirt with some bundles of nerves, and somehow rolled next to Jenkins' leather shoe.
The whites of the eyes were covered with mud, and the brown eyes were fixed on the man who looked down at them.
Even though he knew that this was something that was absolutely unusable, once he looked at him, there was still a faint urge to urge Jenkins. His soul is still so strong to this point, so Si Dule's tragedy was actually unavoidable from the very beginning.
Not daring to touch the magic eye directly, Jenkins tore off a piece of cloth from the body beside the corpse to wrap the eyeball. The eyeball lying on the cloth squirmed a few times in the palm of his hand, turned sideways for no reason, and the pupils faced Jenkins again.