Thinking about the dilemma he was facing, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked:
"If I can give you some sin coins, can you tell me what's going on here?"
"oh?"
The owner of the bookstore raised his head unexpectedly, and adjusted his glasses: "Of course, please come in, do you want some tea? I can also prepare some snacks."
His tone immediately warmed up.
Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and stepped back step by step, "I still have some things, we are not in a hurry."
After finishing speaking, ignoring the owner's expression, he walked out with his cat in his arms.
In fact, his sin coins were used up at the last funeral, just now to test whether it is those strange special items that are playing tricks, or the strange ability of the bestower.
It turned out that it was indeed those numbered items.
Walking back to the street again, the empty city is really not suitable for living. He stared at the shopkeeper through the window for a while, then turned and walked towards the church.
There was no one in the church, and the offices were empty. Walking into the underground steps, the Gate of Vientiane still stands there, but there is no aura.
I touched it lightly with my hand, only to find that it was just a metal plate with the same appearance as the door of Vientiane, and it didn't even have the ability to open.
"Is that really the case?"
There are still many flaws in this city. Except for the items carried by Jenkins, all other special items are missing; the sun in the sky does not move with time, and time is fixed at a certain moment; the number of cities has boundaries, It probably covers the West District and part of the East District of Nolan City. When he crosses a certain border, he will appear from the other end of the city.
The only location with aura is the sky. On weekdays, Jenkins would never aim his eyes there, because the aura of the sun would make his eyes hurt and cry. And the aura in the sky here is black in large chunks, and if you look at it for a long time, you will feel an inexplicable sense of fear.
Although the time of the city is fixed, the human body will still change with time. Coincidentally, both Chocolate and Jenkins' stomachs made noises when the pocket watch read five o'clock in the afternoon.
"Go get something to eat?"
He rubbed his temples and closed the "Old Times", a collection of poems far worse than he had expected, written by someone who could misspell some words.
But even so, there seems to be nothing strange about this collection of poems.
Pushing open the door of a high-end restaurant on the street, the gas lamps are still on, and a few expensive musical instruments are scattered on the high platform in the center of the restaurant.
dang lang~
The sound of metal falling on the floor unexpectedly came from the direction of the kitchen. Jenkins was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that there was someone else in this ghostly place!
The black robe shrouded his body in water-like fluctuations, and the man's face and height changed strangely. He didn't know who the person he would see in a while, but since there was a possibility of a fight, the peace-loving writer must not be allowed to appear.
When I walked to the wall, I found a light point representing the gifter, and it looked very familiar. He patted Chocolate's little head to turn it into pure white fur, coughed loudly on purpose, and then pushed open the door of the back kitchen.
"Mr. Black Cat, long time no see!"
A black-haired man was sitting on the kitchen floor without manners, the hem of his coat was casually covered with dust from the floor. This is a middle-aged man in his forties, typical of the west coast of the mainland, with a high nose bridge and a round pancake-like face, making his appearance unrecognizable.
He had a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face, but the glass lens on the left had been broken and held together with some adhesive tape.
When Jenkins opened the door, he was putting a piece of bread into his mouth with his right hand, surrounded by various foods around his body.
"Oh, it's you… "
He looked at the stranger in front of him in surprise, and then immediately noticed the cat as white as snow:
"You are Mr. Candle!"
"Yeah, didn't expect to see you here. Why are we talking here? The tables outside are spacious and I thought you'd be able to provide me with some food."
"Oh, yes. God, I didn't expect you to still care for me!"
Mr. Black Cat must have been trapped here for a long time. Although his clothes and hair are still clean and there is no peculiar smell on his body, the exhaustion that cannot be concealed can still prove the bad situation this gentleman encountered.
The place where the two talked was moved outside to the dining table against the wall, just under the brightest gas lamp.
Jenkins picked out something Chocolate liked and handed it to him on a white china plate. Normally he wouldn't do that, since pets are not allowed in fancy restaurants.
"Man, I'm really happy to meet someone I can talk to. How did you recognize me? I don't think I've ever revealed myself at our party."
"I have some special abilities."
He replied vaguely, handling the food on the plate with a table knife, these things will not rot easily because of their own time: "But don't worry, this will not affect you."
"I'm not worried."
The middle-aged man waved at him: "I don't have any relatives or friends in Nolan City, so I'm not afraid of anything even if my identity is exposed. Besides, it's still a question of whether I can go out."
Jenkins nodded, and asked with concern:
"I remember the last time we got together, you said that you would leave Nolan City as soon as possible. Yes, I thought we would never meet again in this life. May I ask why you are here? Oh, I entered a second-hand bookstore by chance. Came here when I got out."
"I'm similar. I originally planned to leave from Nolan City Railway Station. Before getting on the train, I was worried that the journey would be boring, so I stopped the carriage for a while, bought some detective novels at the old bookstore on the street, and passed the time of the train journey. …”
He unbuttoned his collar and shrugged at Jenkins.
"I think you're referring to that old bookstore with the parrot as well."
"Yes, I think you understand that that guy is the culprit, but no matter what method you use, you can't make him tell how we should go back."
Speaking of this, the black cat paused:
"Oh, I think you bought the book there too, remember, as long as the book is not completely damaged, we are immortal here."
"Is this what you tried too?"
Jenkins was a little surprised. He didn't expect Mr. Black Cat to be so powerful. If he wanted to try this, it was not just a matter of luck. He must have great luck and courage.