"Of course I know about the Frozen Tower!"
Jenkins said in a panic, the seventh chapter is more than 300 pages thick, and Dad's book is still a complete old book, if he really copied it twice, then he wouldn't have to do other things in his free time for the whole month something happened.
"Wait, I really don't think there's anything else I can do."
Thinking of this, copying books does not seem to be a very troublesome thing.
"The center of the vision is an apartment. Unfortunately, the landlord of the apartment has no memory of the occupants of a certain room. She suffered from a very clever memory distortion. We found two corpses in that room, which belonged to the Witch's House. Two wanted criminals, the vision seems to come from the person who clashed with them."
After the old man finished speaking, he closed his mouth and looked towards the door, and Jenkins also looked over.
Through the window, a passing man in a high-necked brown coat could be seen hesitantly trying to open the store door, and then turned and left as if giving up.
The shop owner and his apprentice sighed at the same time. Although the weather has little to do with the antique business, the bad weather did cool down the business in the store.
Jenkins reached out and patted the cat curled up into a ball, and it stood up impatiently shaking, and took a few steps to crawl in front of Jenkins again for him to stroke.
There was a loud bang in the fireplace, and sparks nearly flew out. Jenkins glanced at Dad, who shrugged innocently. It seemed that there was something else in the firewood.
"In short, we don't need to care about the incident of the gift being destroyed. Mr. Craftsman's church will come to Nolan to deal with it. The latter incident is now called the 1031 incident. The five local churches will form a joint investigation team to investigate."
"Why should it be so important?"
Perhaps because he thought this question was a bit weird, Jenkins added: "I mean, that incident didn't have a bad impact, and no innocent people died. Why did the church handle it so cautiously?"
"This..."
The old man drew the tone, stood up from the stove, walked to the counter, and then pointed upwards with his back to the door and the window.
"The oracle, the oracle of the righteous god."
"Hiss~"
Jenkins gasped, pretending.
"I haven't seen the specific content, but it is probably to find the person who caused the vision."
Jenkins stopped talking. He had decided to keep a low profile in the last two months before the year passed.
"The direction of the investigation is very vague now. We can only start with the two corpses. There are other members of the Witch's House in Nolan. The church is preparing to launch a major operation. At least people must be caught and asked. what to do that day."
"Don't get caught, don't get caught!"
He could only pray so desperately in his heart.
The third thing that the old man said was naturally the matter of Pontoon Winery.
For this matter, Jenkins is very proud. Not only did he kill a powerful and weird monster at a very small cost, but he also made outstanding contributions to the greening of Nolan's suburbs for free.
There is nothing to say about this matter, and the church does not understand how the 100-meter giant tree and the vigorous forest next to it came into being.
But fortunately, there are many weird things in this world. Even cities can be haunted by octopuses, so it is not incomprehensible that there is an extra forest in the snowy suburbs.
As the trees grew, the structure of the winery was severely damaged, and something beneath the ground was exposed.
The nearest one is the Church of [Starry Sky and Balance]. When they arrived, they found many corpses dug out of the ground, some of which had obvious traces of artificial treatment.
In short, the local Orthodox Church has linked the winery with the subordinate organization of [Undead Lord]. Before their evacuation ended, Jenkins sneaked in, so many leaks were left in that place, and the church is continuing to follow the clues.
"That's all the big things that happened yesterday, and there are many small things left. For example, the black-robed man and the thousand-eyed priest of the [Magic Eye Collection Association] fought over the counterfeit shop. The latter's body has now been recovered by the church. Then What a magic eye, it's really..."
The old man shook his head, and he didn't know whether he regretted the eyes that Jenkins had abolished, or lamented the number of those magic eyes.
"Other than that, what else is there?"
Jenkins was there when the above four incidents happened, and he really didn't know anything else.
"The head of the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe, you should have seen the photo of the fat man when you went to the opera house to investigate last time. He was found dead in the alley near the city hall yesterday evening, and his body was buried in the It was found in the garbage by two children picking up garbage. It was just an ordinary death case, but because the location where it happened was a bit sensitive, the police conducted an autopsy overnight and found that the gentleman’s face was forged.”
Jenkins froze for a moment. The first reason was naturally that in the unknown history, he had sneaked into the room of the dead. He did not expect that this was the reason why he was not there in the snowy night. The second reason was that he did not immediately understand the "forgery" meaning.
Seeing Jenkins' doubts, the father explained again:
"When the coroner confirmed the identity of the corpse, he found that the bones of the head and the skin of the face had been altered. Specifically, the face was man-made. The original appearance of the body above is not what it is now."
Only then did Jenkins understand, and he nodded slowly. For such a topic that has nothing to do with him, he is still very willing to participate in the discussion:
"So, is that corpse the head of the opera troupe, a fake corpse, or is there a problem with the identity of the head?"
"The fact is that there is a problem with the identity of the head of the group. After the police found that the incident involved supernatural factors, they handed over the case to us. After seeking help from believers at the end of death, the face finally returned to its original appearance. …”
Jenkins looked forward to Dad's next words, but he fiddled slowly in front of the fireplace.
"So, that face..."
Jenkins could only take the initiative to ask.
"Be patient. Patience is also a valuable quality."
The old man predicted that Jenkins would not be able to help asking, so he also smiled when he taught him:
"After comparison of the recovered face, it is the thief Shelley Howell who has been missing for nearly thirty years. This is a thief who ran rampant in the continent before you were born."