"Didn't come? Sage, that would be too bad! Oh, it's like this, at noon today, Dad received the news..."
Jenkins briefly explained the matter. Of course, there are some things that cannot be said. For example, he didn't have a companion named Mr. Black Cat, and he didn't go through a technical secondary school after coming out of that weird world, but returned directly to the material world. Moreover, the way to come back was thought up by Mr. Salamanda, an elf with ancient wisdom, in a flash of inspiration.
Although saying this may mislead the follow-up granter who strayed into that world, Jenkins can only tell Miss Bevanna against his conscience that the key to breaking the game lies in the talking parrot. He couldn't explain the origin of the crime coins, so he could only do so.
The report on this matter still needs to be written and submitted in person, but the key now is to find the trace of the old man.
After learning about the situation, Miss Bevanna immediately summoned the two nearest combat teams, and then personally followed Jenkins to the alley they went to in the afternoon.
The old bookstore directly opposite the new wall is gone, replaced by a two-story white western-style building that was burned down half a year ago and is currently being renovated, but this is not the focus now.
The Church's move is extraordinary, because Miss Bevanna had not hesitated to direct a thin scribe to knock down the wall because she had greeted the Carfax Field in advance.
It was past midnight now, and none of the households on both sides of the alley were still lighting their gas lamps. Jenkins repeated the address again, and just as he was about to walk into the alley, Miss Bevanna raised her hand to stop him.
"Wait a moment!"
She frowned and looked towards the dark alley, which looked normal here, with household garbage piled up in the corner, and the messy clothesline forcing people to walk with their heads down.
Although it looks very lifelike, Jenkins also feels something is wrong...
"like… "
He whispered his judgment: "There are some lifeless ones."
Yes, even if there are no insects in winter, there shouldn’t be any sound in this kind of poorly soundproofed house. Everyone who can’t live in this alley doesn’t snore.
"Jenkins, although your inspiration is strong, it is true..."
She looked around suspiciously, and then led a group of people into the house closest to the low wall that had just been sacrificed.
Although the door was locked on the inside, a lump of iron was no hindrance to this group of people.
After entering the door, the scribes spread out to check the situation. The two-bedroom house didn't take up much space, so they quickly found the two mummies hidden in the closet.
"He's dead, and the cause of death is preliminarily judged to be excessive blood loss..."
The man who reported was hoarse, hesitant to speak, and Jenkins, holding his nose, came forward, showing the same surprised expression as Miss Bevanna.
"In fact, I have the ability to control blood, but I can't sense any blood from these two corpses."
The reporter added.
What I saw in my eyes was indeed a complete mummy, and only this word can describe the situation of these two corpses. The entire body of this man and woman was shriveled, and the clear skeleton structure under the human skin could be seen through the gaps in the clothes. Only the head didn't shrink a lot because of the support of the skull, but this made the corpse inexplicably look like a big-headed doll.
A combination of wanting to laugh and nausea rose in Jenkins, and he had to look elsewhere in the room to divert his attention, so he didn't notice the way his cat was sniffing at his clothes on his shoulder .
"Miss Bevanna, the situation is the same for several other nearby residents."
Another person came in from outside the door to report.
They walked along this alley and checked the situation of each family in turn. Except for the lucky one who was not at home due to an accident, every household here has turned into a mummy.
And the Stress family with the antique vase was one of the lucky ones. When a group of people broke into the house, there was no one in the house. Through the investigation with extraordinary abilities, a series of strange footprints appeared on the originally not very clean ground, which indicated that the suspected murderer had also broken in here, but he failed to find the target.
"I remember when I used the eyes of reality to observe, there was no aura... No, it was not in the real world at that time. Oh, I am so stupid!"
Jenkins realized this, and the blink of an eye opened another vision. While walking towards the door of the house, he glanced around, but the dense light spots of his companions really blocked his sight.
When he came to the stairs leading up to the second floor, he stopped suddenly. The platform between the corner of the first floor and the second floor has no windows, but a wall full of strange pictures and dirty words, and some peeling walls. Papa's dot of light is there, and considering the air behind the wall with nothing...
"So Dad's in the wall?"
He thought of it in surprise, and took a sudden step forward to save his father, but stopped abruptly.
"And find a good reason."
Turning his head slightly, he looked at the cat resting on his shoulder: "Chocolate, go there!"
He ordered in a low voice, and the cat flicked its tail reluctantly, and jumped off Jenkins' shoulder.
If Jenkins were to be in charge of chocolate, he would first pretend to be pacing into the room, constantly disturbing the people who were working to attract attention, and then when the time was right, he would lower his head and pretend to smell a strange smell, After several false attempts, I finally found the wall I just saw.
But Chocolate's wisdom is obviously not as good as that of Jenkins. After jumping off his shoulder, he ran down the stairs in a hop, and then stood in front of the wall and looked back at the man who was higher up.
Therefore, Jenkins could only shout deliberately: "Chocolate, don't run around, ah, this is a very dangerous place, don't disturb other people's work!"
As he said that, he also ran down the steps, listening to someone coming to check on the situation, so he immediately picked up the chocolate and said, "What are you doing grabbing that wall? Don't run around, or I will kill you next time." Stay at home!"
His strategy really succeeded, and the people who heard the news also noticed the wall, and the pet cat Jenkins kept was a supernatural creature, which was known to most of the scribes, so cautious people began to doubt the wall has a problem.