Walking back to the store with the box, the lady still tried to tease the chocolate, but the cat didn't respond to her at all.
"I found it, you can check if it's right."
The woman nodded, put the fan on the counter, and began to take off the white lace glove on her right hand.
Jenkins glanced aside, the cat was still lying beside the small cake box, looking back at Jenkins lazily.
"Too lazy..."
He couldn't help worrying that Chocolate, who grew up in the future, would become an overweight cat who didn't like sports. Jenkins would never allow such a future to appear, he narrowed his eyes subconsciously.
"Oh God!"
"What's wrong?"
The woman's voice startled Jenkins. He turned his head and saw that the old man's box had been opened, and what was inside was indeed a beautiful porcelain vase.
"Is there any problem?"
He asked the woman who was covering her mouth like she was about to cry.
"No, there's nothing wrong with the bottle, sorry, young sir."
While weeping, she casually took out a stack of banknotes and threw them on the table, then hurriedly left with the box. Jenkins stood there wondering what was going on, and in the end he could only blame it on female sentimentality.
After the woman was gone, he finally had time to deal with his lunch of chocolates. It was enough for the cat to eat a small piece of cake at noon, and although Jenkins had never heard of other cats eating cake, chocolate was a special variety and it was strengthened by supernatural powers, so it was very normal.
Jenkins tried to put a bell on it a few days ago, which aroused strong dissatisfaction with the cat, but it has gradually become less angry over the past few days. But once Jenkins took out the pocket watch and put his hand on the chain, the cat would show a very alert attitude. Even last night, Jenkins woke up in the middle of the night and saw it lying on the coffee table and constantly pulling it with its paws. that silver chain.
At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the old man hurried back to the store. Judging from his expression, things should be going very smoothly.
"The information you provided is very accurate. The comb has been recovered. Now we are comparing the data to find out whether it has been recorded."
"Are its holders all ordinary people?"
"Yes, the fat woman found this comb in a thrift store last year. It took her half a year to discover the comb's secrets from grooming her own pets, so she used it The idea of making money."
Jenkins took the hat and scarf from his father and put them on the hanger:
"This is really a strange idea. If it were me, I would definitely resell it. Ordinary people who set foot in Transcendence rarely end well."
"It would be great if everyone understood that."
He also told what happened at noon today. Dad still remembers that deal. After all, he spent a lot of effort for that porcelain vase:
"The lady's last name is Francis?"
Dad confirmed.
"Yes, I remember it very well."
"Then this matter is very clear. The fat woman has all the records of her business in her hands. Since the name of both parties is required for the item to take effect, we know all the customers who have traded. One of the surnames is Francis. Calculate the time , The time when we cracked the power of the comb should be at noon. Mrs. Francis should have suddenly realized something."
"Then, this is really a sad story~"
He smiled and handed over the ledger to his father for checking. I started to think about that matter again in my heart, and then said casually:
"The current thrift store is really dangerous. I remember that the Ouija board used by the noble lady last time was also bought from the thrift store..."
"This matter has nothing to do with you!"
The old man's voice was a little too loud. Jenkins hadn't realized the strangeness, but after his reminder, he suddenly woke up.
"Dad, isn't that the same store?"
The old man glanced at him: "Remember, it has nothing to do with you. If you are curious about this matter, I can tell you about it after I learn about the latest developments. But absolutely don't get involved!"
"I understand, sir, you don't need to worry so much. You see, didn't I just avoid getting involved in the matter of the comb and report it to you proactively?"
This sentence is true. Most of the troubles he encountered were found by himself, rather than actively exploring.
"And I still have a lot of things to deal with this weekend, and Hathaway invited me to a dinner party this weekend."
I say this to increase the credibility of my guarantee.
"Hmph, that's about the same."
Pop's eyes returned to the ledger, and Jenkins shook his head and shrugged.
Even with the pledge to keep the thrift store thing at arm's length, Jenkins still has a small doubt. Considering that there is still no clue about the Omniscient Mirror entrusted to him by Protoss Lacour, so it is necessary to pay attention to the thrift store that may have many special items.
At 5:30, I tidied up the warehouse with my father, and today's work is over.
Dad plans to give Jenkins a salary increase next month, in order to reward his extremely high learning progress and work efficiency. This is a very good thing. Although Jenkins already has considerable savings, the income provided by his father and the church is still the most stable income. He is not the kind of person who sits and eats.
Back home facing the brilliant sunset, today is a rare sunny day, and the fog is not very thick.
After dinner, he walked out of the house with the Ouija board. When the last ray of the sun disappeared on the distant horizon, he had already arrived at Mr. Struller's suicide site with the chocolate in a disguised image.
This is the place where I met Mr. Ace Spies, the magic eye collector, for the first time, and I got the suicide magic eye here.
Thinking of this, I felt that the appearance of the ability [Undead] was too coincidental. At that time, he actually had all the ritual items on him.
"Could it be that there are invisible black hands manipulating fate in this world?"
"Meow~"
Too bad Jenkins can't read cat language.
The unfinished building that Mr. Struller fell from was still the same as it was last month. Because of the danger of falling objects nearby, there was no one in the alley.
Some chalk marks can still be seen vaguely on the ground, which are the traces of the police officers in Carfax Field to outline the location of the body.