It is a pity that, in this matter at least, the wisdom of Miss Jenkins and Miss Miller was overestimated by Miss Stuart.
The two arrived within the envelope of the oil lamp one after the other, and Chocolate still obediently guarded the body for Jenkins. He got up with a grunt, and looked at the pocket watch in his hand:
"There are still about five minutes."
"enough."
As the air fluctuated, Miss Miller's figure gradually changed from unreal to solid. Remarkably, Jenkins' feet were sunk in the snow, while Miss Miller was standing on the surface of the snow like chocolate.
Although according to Jenkins' understanding of this lady, she should not have any ability to target spirit bodies, but she is still very good at calculating probabilities out of nothing.
Staring at a man and a woman for two minutes, stretched out a white finger and pointed to the one on the left:
"This is an evil spirit!"
"Yes, as I said earlier, she is really dead."
The man in the snow responded loudly.
"This is also an evil spirit!"
point to another person.
The man's face changed immediately.
These two judgment-like sentences seemed to turn on some switch, and the two who were howling miserably just now stopped their voices immediately. The wind and snow were blowing on Jenkins, and being stared at by those two people, he felt a little hairy in his heart.
"Since the conclusion has been made, why hasn't A-11-02-3046 disappeared?"
Jenkins asked quietly.
"You left before Miss Stuart's story was finished that day. To completely disperse A-11-02-3046, you need to escape from an extremely bad environment just like the last experience of the evil spirits before their lifetime. "
Jenkins looked in the direction Miss Miller was pointing at, and it was the steam train that had come there. Between where he was standing and the train, a trail of white light appeared little by little in the dark environment, as if it was tempting Jenkins to step on it.
"Let me make a long story short. After that road fully appears in a while, you can escape as quickly as possible. As long as you get out of this area, you will be successful. I have to go back now and deal with Miss Stuart. They should have heard that I deliberately Say 'Jenkins'."
"That... won't you stay and help me?"
Hearing Jenkins' words, Miss Miller couldn't help chuckling:
"Do you need it?"
"Oh, well, no need."
"Then I wish you the best of luck on your journey..."
Just as she was about to leave, she thought of another thing: "Since such dangerous things always happen around you, before returning to Nolan City, don't take the risk of going to Loen again, and leave your body alone in a strange place." Not a good idea in the environment."
"Right."
Jenkins nodded: "Then go back to Nolan on Wednesday, and I'll look for you when I've settled down. You should be able to deal with Miss Stuart, right?"
"Of course it's all right, but I think Julia should be more concerned. Miss Stuart obviously trusts you..."
She didn't care about Jenkins' response at all, and her body disappeared into the wind and snow little by little.
Jenkins scratched his hair and got a hand full of icicles. He quickly picked up the cat, pulled off the collar with great effort, took out the bone whistle, held it in his mouth and blew it vigorously.
Looking back again, the bodies of a man and a woman in the snow were rapidly decomposing, and in the darkness behind them, those shriveled arms stretched out again.
"Don't move the chocolate!"
He shouted loudly, then climbed onto the horse's back with great effort, jumped down quickly to retrieve the oil lamp, and then climbed up again. With a vigorous flick of the rein, the skeleton warhorse rushed towards the path full of light.
Behind him, countless evil spirits crawled out from the depths of the darkness, submerging the two evil spirits kneeling in the snow like a tide, and then flooded onto the bright path.
"Twin Demons!"
He roared loudly, and following the sound, the figure with black smoke leaped backwards from the horse, followed by a huge explosion. And when the evil spirits rushing to the front were blown up, behind the tide of evil spirits exposed was not the expected army of souls, but the dead and cold ice world.
Chocolate crawled out of Jenkins' arms, poking his head out of his shoulders against his objections. The cat's face showed a funny and mocking expression towards the ice field world.
The process of escaping was easy, especially since Jenkins' vehicle was very powerful. When the escape path came to an end, a white light instantly covered the entire field of vision.
As the lights faded away, the light from the train carriage cast long shadows under Jenkins' feet.
He shook his head blankly, blew his bone whistle to bring back the skeleton warhorse, and forcefully stuffed the dishonest chocolate back into his neckline.
"Just now, it can't be a hallucination, right?"
I walked a few steps forward according to my memory, and there were indeed Mr. Alexander's footprints on the snow, but there was no trace of the man anywhere.
"Sure enough, things like this happen to me all the time..."
He muttered something in a low voice, looked around blankly, shrugged, and took his cat back to the steam train.
Presumably encountering A-11-02-3046 and Alexander, had completely run out of bad luck, not only did the steam train depart smoothly, but the weather has been fine since then.
Following Miss Miller's advice, Jenkins spent the rest of the day traveling by train. Although she would occasionally guess how she would explain the identities of the two of them to Miss Stuart, she thought that the lady who had always been very resourceful would be able to resolve this matter smoothly.
In between reading books and teasing cats, Jenkins also chatted with Mr. Adams Nellie. When the two were continuing the topic of detective novels, Jenkins jokingly mentioned "Murder on the Orient Express" that he had told many people again.
Mr. Nelly's insomnia was also cured by this story:
"Mr. Williams, do you have any idea of turning this story into an opera. It is only destiny that I meet you on this train journey, and that you also happen to know Mr. Pisco! "
He took Jenkins' hand with some frenzy, despite the fact that the button on Jenkins' cuff was almost torn off. And Jenkins doesn't know whether this gentleman really appreciates the works he copied, or because he desperately wants to rely on the reputation of the Ritter Award winner to save his theater company.
But Jenkins finally agreed, because Mr. Nelly agreed to sell two per cent of the company's shares.