When he took the note with the address from his pocket, one side of his coat inadvertently shook out, revealing the baronet medal hanging on his chest.
"Wait a moment, Mr. Baron, I will go and ask for you."
The middle-aged police officer bowed in a panic, then quickly turned around and ran inward.
Five minutes later, a detective wearing a yellow windbreaker and a black hat came over with the police officer. He nodded politely at Jenkins, and then said:
"Sir, if the person you are looking for is 53-year-old Ms Hill Caroline, the residents say she has not been home for many days and is said to have gone to visit her friends in the village of Vishinka on the outskirts of the city. From the records It looks like this lady was scammed a few days ago and the financial situation has been pretty bad lately…”
Originally prepared for the death of Grandma Caroline, Jenkins was filled with emotion when he learned that she was still alive. Before he heard the news, he was really worried that the old lady would be implicated by his bad luck.
"I'm really not a 'walking god of death' or something like that. Deaths are more suitable for detectives than writers..."
Probably because there were too many deaths recently, he had this idea. In short, after asking about the specific location, he took a carriage out of the city again.
Weixinka Village is a small village attached to Beldilan City. Except that the villagers can easily enter the city, it has no characteristics like other villages in the kingdom.
The dirt road leading to the small village was so bumpy that when I got off the car, I felt the urge to vomit because of the violent shaking. But the air in the suburbs was indeed fresher, and he felt much better after taking a few deep breaths.
The villagers are very puzzled by the arrival of strangers, but they only need to pay a few pennies to get enthusiastic directions. Grandma Caroline's friend lived in the village, and when Jenkins shouted at the door outside the simple fence, the owner was also at home.
"Is Ms. Hill Caroline here now? I have a letter for her!"
"letter?"
The old woman who came out of the house covered her ears and responded with a louder voice:
"Oh, young man, she just left me a few hours ago, back to town, I think. If you can't find anyone at her house, then Caroline must be in Spencer Square, she and As I said, there's a circus in town today! That's her with the brown beaded flowers, and she always thinks they're pretty!"
Once again, Jenkins could only go back to the city, but when he got to the village entrance, he remembered that he forgot to pay the driver to wait for half an hour. Now he has no way to go back.
"Meow~"
Chocolate patted his neck with his front paws, and Jenkins suddenly realized that he took out the bone whistle.
There are mostly farmlands on both sides of the small road back to the city, so the possibility of being seen is very small. But Jenkins still maintained his usual cautious style, changing his image before blowing the bone whistle.
As the sharp sound pierced the air, thick black air floated out from the bone whistle and circled in front of Jenkins. When the black air dissipated, a skeleton horse impatiently stomped on the ground, waiting for one person and one cat to set off.
I returned to the city very smoothly. Since it was Saturday, the citizens also had time to travel. Spencer Square is the second largest public square in Beldyland, where different performances or events are held in every month of the year.
At this time, a huge tent has been set up in the square, and funny clowns are collecting tickets at the entrance.
Surrounded by the crowd, Jenkins had no choice but to follow them, and was pushed ahead without knowing it. Now I can't find a way to exit, and I thought that I was going to travel this time, so I readily paid my own 10 pence.
No matter whether it was in the tent or outside the tent, there was a lot of people. In order to take care of his cute cat and prevent the children from jumping up and touching it, Jenkins could only find a high position in the corner. Beside him was a young man writing in a notebook, and a woman with a sad face.
Acrobatics are being performed in the arena. First, a clown with a painted face comes out from behind the scenes on a unicycle, and then throws five oranges with both hands.
He spoke to the audience in a high-pitched voice, but Jenkins was so poorly positioned that all he could hear was a hum.
"Did you enjoy your stay?"
He raised his right hand and rubbed the cat's chin with his fingertips.
"Meow~"
Chocolate narrowed her eyes and let out a cry, rubbing the side of Jenkins' face with her beard.
The circus in the morning will last until around twelve o'clock. If you want to continue watching, you must buy a new ticket in the afternoon. Jenkins came here at 11:10, so he had caught up with the finale of the morning show.
They were three clowns dressed in the same clothes, with red, green and blue hair to distinguish them. The three of them each held a thin sword and fought a duel in a circular field where various sundries were placed.
Because of the performance effect, the so-called "duel" is more like adding the collision sound effect of long swords in the process of performing various acrobatics. But it's enough to make the audience more excited, especially if they always think that someone will die in the next second.
Jenkins thinks he's getting his money's worth, but he hasn't lost sight of his purpose. There are at least several thousand people in the circus tent, and it is not easy to find an old lady with brown beaded flowers among them.
By the end of the circus, when the clown, magician and animal trainer, and his animal companions thanked the audience, Jenkins still hadn't found his purpose.
He stood still and waited for the crowd in front to clear away. He glanced inadvertently and saw an old lady with brown beaded flowers slipping into the background quietly.
"Is it this person? What is she going to do?"
Jenkins raised some eyebrows, and with a blink of his eyes, some special brilliance appeared in the field of vision.
"What kind of circus is this, 1, 2... 9 givers?"
I feel bad in my heart, as if I accidentally got involved in trouble again. He shrank back covering his face, the light and shadow like flowing water changed on his body, and his figure, clothes and face shape changed subtly with the light and shadow.
Chocolat also shook his fur and began to change color, and then looked in that direction curiously.
Jenkins' premonition was right. When there were less than fifty spectators blocking the doorway, a muffled sound came from the backstage, and then a lion with scorched hair broke through the wooden wall and flew out. , rolled a few times and stopped in the middle of the stage.