He put his hand into his coat, and there was a pistol that hadn't been wet from the rain for a while.
"So Black chose to sell things at Dad's just because of the short distance? So reckless, confident in his own strength?"
Jenkins turned his head to look at the carriages gathered around the street corner with lanterns, and then looked back at the "431B" house number.
"You will be killed by yourself!"
He muttered something, went up the steps with a pistol in his hand, and knocked on the door.
"God, who is it so late? If it's a robber, you have to know that the patrolmen will pass by every ten minutes!"
A violent middle-aged woman's voice sounded from inside the door, mixed with incomprehensible dialect and dirty words.
"Hi, I'm Black Wirth's classmate, and I'm here to visit him."
"[Spirit of All Things] above, it's eleven o'clock, sir, what are you going to do?"
She didn't open the door.
"I'm really his classmate, I just wanted to take shelter from the rain! This damn weather, I just came out of the bar on the corner and it became like this, ma'am, please believe me."
While speaking, Jenkins bit the pistol in his mouth, and with his free left hand, he took out a ten-pound note from his pocket.
"No."
he said to himself, and put it back, slipping a pound note into the crack of the door instead.
"Please, please, this is all the money I have. I promise nothing will happen."
There was a moment of silence, only the sound of pattering rain continued. Then, the door was opened a small crack. First, the black muzzle of the shotgun was exposed, followed by a withered and yellow woman's face.
She nervously looked at Jenkins who was shivering from the cold, probably convinced by his immature face, nodded and let Jenkins in.
"He lives in the left compartment of the attic, doesn't he?"
Jenkins didn't wait for the woman to speak, and then walked up the stairs by himself, holding the pistol in his left hand.
The woman pursed her thin lips and stood on the carpet at the door, "Keep your voice down, don't wake up other residents."
Jenkins didn't care what the people behind him said. He turned up the stairs and stopped on the fourth floor, which was the attic.
My heart was beating violently, but I couldn't turn back.
"May [Sage of Inheritance] be blessed, your brilliance illuminates the way people move forward."
He took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door leading to the attic.
"Who? Oh, my God, stop the rain!"
Soon, there was a sound in the attic, the sound of dressing in reality, and then a low-pitched complaint, and soon a familiar face appeared.
The moment the door opened, a sudden loud thunder rumbled through the sky. Without thinking about it, Jenkins pulled the trigger decisively. The surprised young man covered his chest with surprise, and was pushed back into the house roughly by Jenkins. He covered Black's mouth, and fired several shots against the young student's body amidst continuous thunder.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It wasn't until Blake's body stopped twitching and Jenkins' pistol ran out of bullets that he let go of his body.
"That's how he died?"
This scene was a bit ridiculous. Jenkins looked at the corpse at his feet with the murder weapon and kicked it, revealing the young man's unrepentant face and several bloodstains on his chest.
"Clam?"
The fire outside the window illuminated the scene of the murder. It was not thunder but an explosion just now. Judging from the location of the explosion, it was the [Knowledge and Books] Church.
The whole city was awakened by the explosion, and Jenkins could hear the commotion from the awakened people downstairs.
He first stuffed the brass bullets/bullets in his pocket into the magazine, and his soaked sleeves stuck to his arm.
Turn on the [Eye of Reality] to scan around, move the corpse aside, then squat down and look at a few oil paintings in the corner.
Like the work that Blake Wirth once showed Jenkins, all the paintings have a strong eerie and eccentric style.
He didn't pay attention to those paintings, but took out a blank sheet of paper from behind the innermost painting.
Unlike oil paintings, there are only simple pencil sketches on paper. It can be seen that the painter's skill is really superb, and a giant octopus that looks like an evil god descended into the world was outlined with just a few strokes.
"Strange thing."
Jenkins laughed for some reason, "That octopus is not the body, this painting is!"
He got up, dragged his heavy body to the small window in the attic, swept the withered potted plants on the window sill to the ground, and then lay down there with his whole body.
The icy breath from his right hand suddenly trembled the moment Jenkins touched the paper, and the impact made him almost immobile.
"I understand, that's what Guidance means."
Through the rain curtain, I watched the greatest crystallization of wisdom in the steam age appearing in the sky at some time—the floating steam airship, and watched black shadows descend from the airship and then contact the ice-blue figures on the ground. With the flames spreading in the rain centered on the church, Jenkins finally understood what he should do.
He moved his body and fell to the ground, crawling hard on the dirty floor, luckily he found a pencil and an eraser among the oil paintings.
"Erase erase."
He said nervously, flicking the paper to erase the eraser, holding the pencil in his left hand.
A chaotic murmur came into his ears, and the paper in his hand was like a soul-devouring demon, whispering in his heart that Jenkins used his own soul to draw his hope.
"I can't draw!"
(Dividing line)
"Binxi, long time no see!"
The man holding the flaming long sword roared loudly, and then was punched in the stomach by [Ice Servant] Brut, half of his body was frozen into ice.
"Now is not the time to say hello!"
Bincy took a deep breath and threw the shattered metal block of the church door at the enemy. It continued to grow in size like a water-absorbing sponge in the rain. But Brut, who was entangled by the support that fell from the sky, just breathed out, and the giant metal was frozen into powder.
"The rain is his home field!"
The requiem man in black shouted loudly, and at his feet were his colleagues who had already lost their lives. The man next to him holding the phantom of the trident pulled him to avoid the scattered ice shards.
"Persevere, the airship carries the holy object, we need time to prepare."
The man holding the flaming long sword said loudly. When Brut heard this, his stiff face suddenly looked upwards, and then he opened his hands and pushed outward. The entangled figures were immediately repelled by the ice wall that suddenly appeared. .
"I'll take the things away, everyone will see you again!"
He said to everyone mockingly, and then quickly ran towards the alley beside the street.