Feeling something in his heart, he called out his own light spot, and focused his eyes on the luxurious purple.
"[Unknown way forward]."
He read it softly, and then, as he tried every day in the past, he focused his slack into the light spot.
The next moment, something different happened. The purple light spot in front of him is like the sun, emitting a strong brilliance. A straight purple line appeared at Jenkins' feet, stretching into the dark distance.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but at that moment, the breath in the palm of the hand almost disappeared, and the falling raindrops and the howling cold wind seemed to stop for a moment.
Without any hesitation, Jenkins ran along the street following the purple line in front of him.
He walked through dirty alleys in the rain, climbed over broken low walls, and was even forced to walk through rotten and smelly garbage streets under the pursuit of wild cats.
Jenkins didn't know where he was at all. He unconsciously followed the guidance under his feet. After an unknown period of time, the purple lines got into a shop facing the street.
Panting heavily, Jenkins stopped, shook his head in a daze, summoned a candle soaked in spirit under the rain eaves, and held it up high to illuminate the signboard of the store in the dark:
Papa Antiques.
"I ran such a big circle in Nolan City, where is my final destination?"
Jenkins froze for a moment, but he had no choice but to push open the store door.
jingle~
The familiar bell sounded in the darkness, but at this moment in the empty shop there was something strange and terrifying. The antique vase and the clock beside the wall cast long shadows under the light of the candles, making them extremely eerie.
The purple line did not disappear, but extended straight to the stairs leading to the second floor.
Jenkins ignored it for the time being, but by the light of the candle in his hand, tremblingly came to the rocking chair where his father sat during the day.
No one was there.
"At least not the worst."
Jenkins consoled himself.
He continued to follow the purple line to the second floor of the store, then hesitated for a few seconds, and pushed open the door of Dad's bedroom.
The quilt was neatly folded on the bed, because the window was not closed tightly, and one side of the sheet was soaked.
Jenkins fixed the candle in his hand on the desk, watched the guidance he followed, and sank straight into the wooden floor.
He squatted down, shivered fiercely, and then groped on the floor. Because of the reminder of the purple lines, he quickly raised a piece of loose floor. Inside was a rusty iron box, scattered bullets and pistols, a stack of letters and the string that Dad used to use in black. Keys held together by wire.
"Goddess bless, I hope father forgive me!"
Jenkins skillfully drew the holy emblem of [Inheritance Sage] on his chest, and then picked up the top piece of paper indicated by the purple line with his normal left hand.
The luxurious color representing destiny disappeared immediately. Jenkins was stunned for a moment, and found that it could not be activated again, so he unfolded the letter in his hand:
Papa Oliver:
The fat woman who came to your store to sell badges early yesterday morning has been identified. The specific information and the report Billy gave me are attached to the letter. There's nothing unusual about that poor art college student Blake Wirth you asked me to investigate last week, but I still haven't found out how he got the ring.
Another: The source of the ring has been identified. Its owner is the guard of Baron Morton who disappeared three weeks ago. It was last seen at the Flame Bar at eleven o'clock at night.
Again: the payment has been received.
Your loyalty,
fat jack
"What's the meaning?"
Jenkins originally thought that there would be some kind of wonderful ritual recorded here to help him reverse this strange situation; or, the letter paper is actually a powerful weapon, enough to destroy the demigod.
But, it's really just a letter.
Judging from the content of the letter, since the church is currently understaffed, the old man uses his contacts to investigate customers who sell supernatural items in antique shops. The fat woman mentioned here should be the charter woman who sells her tenant's belongings, but she already knows this, so what's the point
"No, fat women may not be the point."
Jenkins looks at the "poor student" at the art college mentioned in the letter.
"I saw him twice. The first time he came to sell things nervously, and the second time Mr. Bro helped me find a painter."
Jenkins muttered to himself, his brow furrowed, his breathing heavy.
"The original owner of the ring disappeared three weeks ago, which means that Wirth picked up the ring by accident."
"No, if it's that simple, ability doesn't have to lead me here, so let's assume that the guard's death hides a big secret."
"No, at night, three weeks ago, there will be no secrets. All I can think of is the octopus. Suppose it was the octopus that killed the guard."
"But that doesn't make sense. An octopus is real only to the people who see it, so people killed by it will not leave corpses and relics. Otherwise, it's not the serial disappearances that make the city stormy, but the octopus. It's a serial murder case."
"So, when the guard was killed by the octopus, Black Wirth must have been there."
Jenkins talked to himself faster and faster.
"That's not right. If I remember correctly, Mr. Brow introduced that he believes in the righteous god [Lightless Moon], so shouldn't he go directly to the police station or the church to report this kind of thing? Is it because of greed? A relic of the dead, so you concealed the octopus?"
"That's not right. Since he has seen an octopus, how could he not be crazy? At least he shouldn't behave so normally."
The only conclusion emerged, and a maniac expression appeared on the man's face.
"That octopus, controlled by Black Wirth?"
Panting heavily, he put the letter back to its original place, took out the pistol from the hidden compartment and put it on his waist, then walked out of the room with the candle.
"If this is true, why did you guide me to know about it? Have I beaten someone who can control that creature?"
He growled like a madman, and stood on the stairs, the first-floor floor was only the muddy footprints Jenkins had left just now.
He shook his head like a drenched wild dog, trying to shake off the rain or sweat that was running down his cheeks. Immersed the candle in my spirit again, locked the store door, turned and ran to the police station three blocks away.
But while running, he stopped in the rain again, turned around and looked at the gate of the apartment facing the street that he just passed, with the words 431B written on it.
"431B, Queen's Road, the compartment on the left side of the attic. If you send a letter, you must mark it as Mrs. John. This is the mailing address he told me when I saw Black Wirth that day."