It is absolutely impossible to judge who the survivors are based on the words of the victims, because Miss Stuart explained very clearly that the source of all people and non-humans that appear in A-11-02-3046 is trapped in the incident soul. What they said was true, what happened to them when they were still alive.
Therefore, if Jenkins wants to survive, the key point is still to judge which one is the spirit body.
"In my luggage, there is a prop that can judge spirits. It is a Ouija board and matching statuettes."
He whispered: "I think your level is higher than mine, you should have the ability to fetch objects from the air?"
"Feel sorry."
The corners of Alexander's mouth trembled, and he raised his hand and pulled down his hat to cover his eyes: "I think telekinesis is not a common ability, please don't treat me as a demigod."
"Then shall we rely on luck?"
Jenkins watched a man and a woman narrate their tragic experience, and wailed in a miserable voice to the two standing people for help: "All live and all die, one dies and one life, one-quarter probability."
"You're good at math, but I think you should always try something else. Oh, wait a minute."
He raised a finger to signal Jenkins to be quiet for a while, and then tapped his right ear with his fingers. Within a few seconds after the ability was activated, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and then he showed an expression of enlightenment as if he had understood something.
With a puff, a mouthful of blood spewed out, staining the snow red, and then fell down in the snow.
"Don't die, what do you understand?"
Jenkins yelled nervously, not seeing the curious expressions of the cat curled up on his shoulders looking around.
"I can't die yet..."
Because his entire face was buried in the snow, his voice seemed muffled.
"I understand. There is a problem with the information I saw before. This is not a phenomenon of large-scale restraint of the undead at all. It is formed by the nature of death relying on the world... I have heard some different voices. If this survived for the first time…”
He got up and patted the blood on his clothes, and the bleeding from his ear looked worse.
"Sorry, I may not be able to hear the sound for a short time, is there anything else you can do?"
"I can try it too."
As he spoke, he gestured with his hands to create his own sign language. He plucked the chocolate off his shoulders and dropped it on the snow against its objections. Although the snow was too deep and the cat was too small, it was able to stand on the snow without sinking.
Carefully observing the positions of the man and the woman, he chose the angle between them and walked over. The oil lamp was placed near the chocolate, and he dared not step out of the light.
But even so, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't see a different aura from a safe distance.
"Sir, please help me!"
The man stretched out his hands to Jenkins, and Jenkins licked his lips: "Okay..."
He suddenly leaned out towards the woman, and stretched out countless withered hands from the darkness in an instant. He opened his mouth, flames spewed out instantly, and his body retracted immediately.
As if nothing happened, the men and women were still crying for help, the hands in the darkness receded a little bit, and Jenkins shivered suddenly.
"Did you find anything?"
Mr. Alexander asked weakly.
"No."
While talking, he shook his head, and stepped back a little bit to the side of the chocolate.
It wasn't that he didn't see anything just now, the scene in front of him suddenly changed when he leaned out. What appeared in front of him was no longer a vast snow field and flying snowflakes, but instead turned into an ice field with a large number of ice cones standing upright.
There was a very high iceberg in the distance of the ice field, but before he had time to observe it by himself, the sense of crisis forced his body to retreat.
These things are very likely to be related to the formation of A-11-02-3046, and have nothing to do with solving the current predicament. There is no need for him to waste precious time gesticulating such a complicated scene with a temporarily deaf person.
"I'll try again."
The two have acquiesced to the unspoken rule of finding ways in turn, which is the best way under the premise of not trusting each other.
As Mr. Alexander said, he took out an object less than one-third the size of the Orb of Life from his pocket. It is difficult to identify what it is in the snowstorm, but the red aura on its surface can still be distinguished.
"If this doesn't work, then I really have nothing to do."
He dug his ear with his little finger, and muttered again: "It seems to be a bit noisy."
He threw the thing in his hand into the darkness behind the victims and men and women with all his strength, and after a tense second, the thing was thrown back again, hitting the man's forehead with precision.
He picked it up from the snow in a panic, and stuffed it into his mouth without wiping it off. Judging from his expression, the taste of that thing must not be very good.
An extremely relaxed expression immediately appeared on his face, as if this is not a cold snow field but a warm beach in summer. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and an intoxicated expression appeared in his wide-open eyes.
"Oh, is this the truth? Good, good..."
He took a step, and before Jenkins could react, he stepped into the endless darkness behind him.
"..."
Jenkins watched helplessly as the dot of light representing his position gradually dimmed until nothing was left.
"What did he see? Just die like that?"
The sudden death of his companion made Jenkins a little overwhelmed. He was prepared to continue intrigue and even fight after the two escaped, but he didn't expect that he would use this method to destroy Jenkins' plan.
"Who is this person, and what do you want to do with that oil lamp?"
With the death of Mr. Alexander, these questions may become eternal questions.
But the most urgent task is to solve the immediate trouble first.
"Chocolate, protect my body, ahem, protect my body!"
He sat down in the snow, almost jumping up from the cold ground. But he still gritted his teeth and took out the double-folded B-07-4-7711, "The Gathering in the Forest" from his pocket, and pressed the spiritual magnet corresponding to Miss Miller on his forehead with his right hand, activating the engraving on it. The ritual circle on the top.
After the faint light, the body that sat upright collapsed to the ground. Chocolat stepped on Jenkins' chest with slow steps, stood on the chest and stared at that face for a while, then turned around wagging his tail, looking at the men and women who were still crying for help miserably.