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In the last picture, the shop owner walked into the shop from the backyard carrying a large box, and greeted the blond young man holding a cat in the shop.
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"I see… "
Jenkins regained his composure, threw the syringe in his hand on the headless corpse, and gradually sorted out the birth process of the A-08-1-9990 gear germ in his mind.
"The source of the germ is a gear, which was originally a gift, discovered by a humanoid creature suspected of being a dwarf many epochs ago. Later, it was brought into a strange place by a woman, and it became half a gift and a half by accident. The existence of the monster. Later, it was obtained by the benefactor, and it used its slow alienation of the flesh to help others survive. After many years, this organization encountered a humanoid monster that was suspected to be related to the plague. Its appearance made the gear completely It turned into a weird thing and was connected with germs. But... why was there only one moon in the night sky at that time, how long ago was that?"
He looked at the headless corpse on the ground and fell into contemplation. At this moment, the apotheosis state ended, and Jenkins' personality fell from an infinitely high latitude.
A sense of emptiness and loss suddenly appeared in my heart, and this feeling drove people crazy.
"Why did the divinity burn out so quickly this time?"
Chocolate on his shoulder subconsciously turned his head away.
After adjusting his mood, Jenkins continued to follow the picture he saw just now. Even though he knew that the watch shop had to deal with it, someone saw him walking in just now!
But one scene just now is very important.
"The gear turned into a monster was finally obtained by the gear king's believers. With the help of its divine power, the gear was thrown into the well and A-08-1-9990 gear germs began to be produced, but the germs at that time were not as good as they are now. It is easy to spread. Then, there was the [Creation and Mechanism] church rebellion incident mentioned by Mr. Bieders underground of the Mr. Ink Club. At that time, a total of three gifts were stolen-the clock for controlling time, the hammer suspected to be related to lightning, and the contaminated Mutations in the water in the well can produce hearts with more infectious bacteria."
He looked at the clock in the corner, and when he stretched out his hand, the clock turned into a white light and flew into his forehead.
"The clock is here, the whereabouts of the hammer are unknown, and the heart was taken to the underground mine in Nolan City..."
He remembered something about two months ago: "On that night at the turn of August and September, while listening to the whispers, I learned that [Skillful Craftsman] once bestowed a gift on his followers: C- 08-2-5373 [Mechanical Heart]. Could it be this?"
This is very likely, heart-shaped gifts are rare, and since they are related to the same church, it is more likely that they are the same thing.
Jenkins took a deep breath, temporarily ignoring the knowledge gained from burning his divinity. He caressed the chocolate that was so cute for some reason, and looked at the messy scene in the shop.
"what can we do about it?"
Escaping is impossible. Some people have seen him enter this place, and leaving now is equivalent to not calling himself.
"Men have to be tough on themselves."
He squatted down, put the cat on the ground, and quickly confessed: "I won't pursue the matter of you getting the metal piece into the package. Now go to the church immediately and call someone over, okay?"
Gently patted the cat's head, looked at Jenkins with big amber eyes, the whiskers on the mouth trembled, and looked very cute.
"Meow~"
Chocolate ran quickly to the only back door that was open.
Jenkins nodded, and with a wave of his right hand, the flames shot out and wiped away any traces that might reveal the truth just now.
He threw the pistol to the ground, and stood beside the headless man and passer-by with his boots trampling on the brains and blood.
"Profane production."
This time the target is myself.
Two green vines protruded from the void and plunged into Jenkins' temple. But the ability to profane crafting, for the same person, coins can only be crafted once in a short period of time.
So the vines inserted/into this time were purely torturing Jenkins's spirit, and he fell down without resistance.
"Goddess bless you, don't touch the **** on the ground with your mouth."
That was his last thought before he passed out.
(Chocolate is running... )
Chocolat stood up unsteadily from the soft cushion on the sofa, shook his head, looked at the familiar living room, and the hair on his body exploded.
It glanced at Jenkins who was sleeping soundly in front of the fireplace, and his eyes looked into the void. Then, as if he understood something, he lay down again.
Seconds later, Jenkins woke up.
"Unfamiliar, um... familiar ceiling."
He rubbed his head and grunted to get up, first looked at the pajamas on himself in surprise, and then looked at the surrounding environment.
"Huh? Why am I at home? Huh? Why is my spirit so good? Who changed my clothes?"
He froze for a moment, and called out tentatively, "Father?"
The man was clearly absent from the house.
I pinched myself, and then looked around with the eyes of reality, everything was so normal. He has the blue alien ability [Dream Soul Leaving Body], so if it is a dream, he will definitely notice it.
Putting on her slippers, she walked towards the door, turned her head, and saw that the package that was supposed to be completely burnt and was going to be sent to Miss Miller was on the coffee table in the living room.
He walked over carefully, looked left and right, and found that there were no other creatures in the house except lying on the sofa and looking at the chocolate here.
Unpacking the package, he threw the metal block in his hand. Divinity is also...
"No way? Is it an imperceptible illusion, or..."
He put on his overcoat and opened the door of his house, only to see that the weather was gloomy, a layer of snow had already accumulated in the yard, and the small tree pruned by the maid was also covered in silver.
Although it was a bit cold, Jenkins still walked down the steps in front of the door with his chest folded and his head tucked in. He stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake in the air.
St. George's Avenue in front of the yard was completely covered with snow, and the coachman, wearing a cotton cap and cotton gloves, was struggling to drive his horse forward. The horseshoes left small potholes in the snow, which were soon covered by the wheels behind them.
Mr. Goodman is also ready to go out. He is wearing an exaggerated red scarf, and his already obese body is even more obese because of the excessively bloated clothes.
"Good morning, Mr. Williamette! It's a cold day."
So far, this is exactly the same as Jenkins knows "yesterday"!