"Yes, there is such a thing."
"Did he drop a steam bomb?"
Miss Miller asked again, but in fact it was more like a declarative sentence.
"Yes, I remember the newspapers saying that besides this one, he had placed many more in his rented house, which killed a policeman."
"Yes, do you know why you have to carry such a dangerous thing with you when you run away? It's nothing new for a steam bomb to explode due to shaking. That's because the one that was thrown at you helplessly was made by a gear craftsman." A member secretly took private jobs in order to earn extra money. Through the divination of the bomb fragments, the Orthodox Church found the underground workshop at once, and thus suspected the true purpose of the Gear Craftsmanship Association."
The complexity of this matter, and the degree of coincidence of various things in it, far exceeded Jenkins' expectations. If Miss Miller hadn't explained it to him, he would never have imagined that the truth would be like this.
"So, the Witch's House originally came to Nolan for the documents in front of us, but they were accused of blackmailing the Marquis because of their private photos, and the photos were lost, so they resented the believers of lies; Cheslan's spy organization targeted the Marquis A military document in your hand, but you don’t expect to be preempted by crooks; a craftsman will be obsessed with something in the ground, but you will be implicated by a bomb... The crooks got into so much trouble at the same time?"
"That sums it up pretty well."
Miss Miller nodded, "But you still missed one point. The [Life Sharing Alliance] is also related to this matter. Those crazy people who pursue immortality tried to launch a plan called Children of the Mist. The general strike a month ago Related to this, they wanted to use the pollution fog that enveloped the city to give birth to a terrifying creature. Due to various coincidences, the plan failed, and most of the organizations that cooperated with the undead believers had already withdrawn, but they still did not give up. Now They are accumulating their own strength by collecting the lives of mortals. The scammers who got into trouble are not willing to stay in Nolan at all, and they have probably all withdrawn now. I heard that they still have an organization in Eldron... And those documents and the photos I needed were obtained by the [Life Sharing Alliance]. The specific reason is not clear, but it is nothing more than using these documents to knock on the door of the great nobles, so that the "Life Sharing" further development of the business.”
"So this is ah… "
Jenkins exhaled slowly, his eyes unconsciously looking at the wind and snow outside the window.
"It's really hard to think about it. I also went through a long investigation and used some special means to figure out what happened. I dare say that now the city, including you and me, understands the truth There will be no more than 10 people. You know, even the cultists involved in it may not necessarily know what happened around them.”
Having said that, she showed a somewhat smug expression. Jenkins showed admiration very cooperatively, and the lady smiled slightly when she saw this.
Although Ms. Miller accidentally learned of the problems the city is facing now, but compared to the previous two encounters in the backtracking, these clues seem commonplace and not like the lead of the so-called disaster.
Jenkins thought so, and thought of another thing:
"So, when you were investigating, did you hear about the [Undead] project?"
She thought about it for a while, and immediately gave the answer.
"Yes, I have indeed heard about it. But all I know is that [Undead] refers to a special ability in ancient legends, which belongs to the white basic category. But mortals are mortal, so how could there be any undead?"
She looked at Jenkins inquiringly, trying to read something on his face. But Jenkins was still in deep thought. He was suspecting that Miss Miller might not have any so-called clues at all.
Just when this idea just appeared, Miss Miller's expression froze suddenly, and she turned her head to look behind her.
There is the window of the apartment, and you can see the snow-covered street and the snowflakes.
"Jenkins, I'm afraid I'll hurt you this time."
The man didn't speak, because he had already seen through his own eyes the two level 5 granters who were pretending to be pedestrians and approaching this side a little bit.
"No, maybe they're what I'm looking for."
The two stood up at the same time, and chocolate also consciously rushed out from the direction of the kitchen.
Miss Miller suddenly smiled at Jenkins: "I have a good idea, can you help me?"
The snow that started last night showed no sign of stopping. No one knows how long the snow will last, except some man who is experiencing his third 31st.
Two beautiful women holding black umbrellas stood at the exit of the alley and looked at the four-story apartment building with pale yellow walls. The two looked at each other, and the shorter man stepped out first, politely giving way to the old lady who was holding the cat. Stepping on fashionable high-heeled shoes, walked up the steps with catwalks, and knocked on the door lightly.
She immediately frowned her finely drawn eyebrows, and the moment her fingers touched the metal door, chalk marks appeared at the level of her eyes.
As if an invisible hand was writing with invisible chalk, the following writing appeared on the door:
1+1=
The woman waited for a while, but ignored the question, and there was no sound of footsteps coming from the door for a long time.
Before the two came here, they knew that the woman surnamed Miller was very weird. Most of the abilities she has mastered are obtained by herself through perception of the world, which is unimaginable, and most of the other half are very rare. There is no specific information about this woman in the local area, and even the type of core ability cannot be identified.
It was also because of this that the organization specially sent two level 5 gifters to deal with this level 2 gifter. But the current situation is even weirder than imagined. She can feel that since the moment she stepped up the steps, the surrounding air seems to be a little strange.
But this is not an illusion, nor is it a dream, but it is subtly different from the real material world.
Turning his head, he looked at his companion wearing a black lace-trimmed flower hat standing at the exit of the alley. The latter nodded and walked over generously. When she crossed the road, she looked up at the window on the second floor, where there was only an extremely deep darkness.
"Do you want to give up the mission?"
The first woman asked bluntly, looking at the later companion with some hooked corners of her eyes. When the target's ability to perform far exceeds expectations, it is the wise person's choice to escape.