The blue and red moon was mostly covered by dark clouds. Under the moon, Mr. Writer leaned on the wall and poked his head out of the shadow of the alley.
"Curiosity will kill the cat!"
He muttered in a low voice, which provoked strong opposition from Chocolate.
"It has nothing to do with me!"
Even so, he still stopped there and did not walk away, but looked at the door curiously.
"But it's okay to take a look at it?"
After finding a reason to convince himself, he didn't bother anymore. After all, it's obviously not a good idea to stay outside for a long time in this season.
Blink your eyes, then look up again. The vision of the eye of truth penetrated the wall of the building and looked towards the second floor, and a dazzling blue aura appeared in front of him.
From the shape, it appears to be a—comb
"Huh?"
What surprised him wasn't that he saw the special item but didn't see the bestower, nor was he encountering a rare exotic special item. The point of his surprise was that he saw the shape of the aura very clearly this time.
You know, he is now across the street, looking there from an oblique direction, even if the Eye of Reality has changed again due to the upgrade of the level, it should not have such a clear effect.
As if he understood something, he closed his right eye wearing a monocle and only opened his left eye. In the field of vision is a group of blue aura whose shape cannot be seen clearly.
"Sure enough, this pair of glasses can enhance the effect of the Eye of Reality. Can all glasses and other items have this ability?"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help thinking: "Then, if my glasses swallow similar items, will the enhancement of vision be more powerful?"
He immediately thought that his father also had a monocle-shaped Class B item, which could assist his father's identification ability, but soon felt that he had really lost his mind to think so.
"If I knew divination, I could flip a coin right now..."
He raised his head and continued to look there. The current situation is that there are only special items and no givers, which means that the danger is very small. But even at a young age, this normally cautious person still worries about getting into trouble.
"Chocolate, what do you think?"
"Meow~"
The cat patted Jenkins' face with its paw, but didn't respond to him at all.
Seeing that the chain tied to Miss Miller's pocket watch hadn't moved in any way, he took a breath, and chopped off his foot in some confusion:
"Okay then, let's try our luck!"
Thinking of this, he reached into his neckline and took out the luck-changing necklace that Miss Audrey had given him before heading to Beldylan.
A shell-shaped pendant dangled from the end of the necklace. Jenkins tossed it high, and then grabbed it back with his eyes closed.
"If the one that sticks to your palm is the front, go check it out, and if it's the reverse, go home and sleep!"
After making up his mind, he opened his palms to look, then nodded and put on the black robe, then reached out and nodded the cat's head, and it obediently changed into a variegated cat.
This time the image is a young man of average build but of outstanding height. Judging from the clothes, it should also belong to the kind with poor economic conditions, which is somewhat similar to Liverpool's clothes.
Unaware of the situation above, he simply crossed the road and stood in the shadow of the new store sign. If it is not for deliberate observation, it is difficult to find that there is still a person standing here.
He didn't have to wait long. After the minute hand of the pocket watch turned 13 small divisions, he heard the screeching sound of an iron door scraping against the ground from above, followed by the sound of going downstairs.
Liverpool frowned with a preoccupied look, and passed in front of Jenkins with a gun, but didn't even notice him, which made Jenkins very embarrassed.
I had no choice but to walk out of the shadows and chase after him. After waiting for him to turn into the alley, I took a few deep breaths to stabilize my breathing, and then took a few quick steps to put the muzzle of the gun against the young man's lower back.
"robbery!"
"Do not kill me!"
Mr. Liverpool's reaction was far faster than Jenkins thought, and his hands were raised with amazing speed.
"wallet!"
"here!"
His right hand quickly reached into his pocket, and handed the shriveled wallet to Jenkins.
But Jenkins wasn't trying to rob, and he knew he was a good guy.
"It's so little, huh, sir, have you given all your money to the girl in Ecstasy? I guess it's Aunt Mariette from Chimney Lane over there?"
He didn't know who he was talking about either, but luckily Liverpool didn't know who it was either.
"No, I just... have no money."
The tone was full of embarrassment, which reminded Jenkins of the days when his pockets were empty. He decided to end the conversation with this man as soon as possible and let him go home as soon as possible.
With a bang, the khaki-colored money bag tied with a rope was thrown to the ground. The sound was crisp because it fell on an old newspaper.
"Then tell me, where's the money?"
"Oh, sir, I really have no money."
"I know, I can tell by your poor clothes. Tell me where you went just now, don't tell me that you went out so late to breathe fresh air!"
"No, oh, of course not, oh sir... please."
"one… "
Putting on a menacing tone, Jenkins found himself really suited to making the sound.
"I said, I said, I just went to 431 Queen's Road!"
"The new store? Are you a shoplifter?"
"No, no, what's the matter with me... Sorry, I mean, I went to the second floor, Summer/Miss' emotional counseling office!"
His voice was shaking, and Jenkins could imagine the horror on his face.
Saying sorry again in his heart, he continued to ask:
"Emotional counseling office? Heh, open at midnight? You still say it's not the Ecstasy Cave?"
"Really not, sir, listen to me, I've been courting a girl lately..."
For ordinary people, the threat of firearms is powerful enough. Mr. Liverpool told what he knew like peas in a bamboo tube. The truth was almost as Jenkins imagined. He had already guessed that sooner or later, he would encounter incidents of ordinary people abusing extraordinary items.
According to Liverpool, the owner of [Summer/Miss's Emotional Counseling Office] is a woman as fat as a fat pig. She is of course Summer/Miss, who claims to have a "magic comb". As long as anyone wraps their own hair and the hair of the opposite sex around the comb teeth at the same time, the two will fall in love with each other hopelessly.
The duration of the effect is related to the time when the hair is entangled, and Samo/Miss uses this to make money. As for the purpose of Liverpool's late night trip, it is not difficult to guess.
PS: Mo/Miss is a sensitive word, and this sensitive word system is too sensitive...
Another: The protagonist doesn't know how to dress up as a woman, so don't think about it.