Listening to Miss Audrey's guidance, Jenkins nodded slightly. He closed his eyes and felt the spirit flowing through his body and infiltrating his soul. The temporary disappearance of vision meant the strengthening of other senses. He could feel the weak and regular breathing of the chocolate on his shoulder, and he could feel Miss Audrey His eyes were fixed on his body, and he could also feel a slight heat coming from the direction of the machine.
"What could it be?"
The body showed the most relaxed posture, allowing the spirit to break through the shackles of the body and communicate with the world for a short time... But the above is just imagination, Jenkins felt nothing, and he began to doubt whether he had a talent for divination.
"Well~"
The time to close his eyes was a bit too long, and he thought he had better give the answer as soon as possible:
"Then, the newspaper is equivalent to a rag!"
Of course, Jenkins gave the wrong answer again, and what was pulled out of the machine was a smooth pebble, the kind most commonly found on river beaches.
"Well, don't worry, we can take our time."
Although he maintained a great interest in this matter at the beginning, after more than a dozen consecutive failures, Jenkins was also a little frustrated.
And during this use of B-08-02-8214, something interesting happened.
Although for the sake of safety, they did not try to put dangerous items into the machine. But even though it was all for safety, after trying to put in a completely blank paper, what came out of the machine was a silver metal beetle that could crawl freely.
It was metal, Jenkins was sure, and had a mind of its own. This thing is very dangerous, and it can emit red hot liquid from its tail.
But fortunately, Miss Audrey responded in a timely manner and started the machine as quickly as possible, exchanging the beetle for a sock with a hole in equivalent value, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Regarding the usage of B-08-02-8214, in fact, Jenkins still has many wonderful ideas. For example, he'd like to know if the machine's default swap is "none" or the air in the drawer if it's turned on without putting anything in it.
But Miss Audrey warned Jenkins against it, as he wasn't the first to think of it. And the last brave man who really verified this idea, after pulling the lever, found that half of his internal organs had been transferred into the machine.
This made Jenkins once again have a deep understanding of "danger level 2".
"So, if we put many materials containing spirits into it, is it possible to create a new special item?"
"But it is also possible to give birth to a monster with a huge spirit that can use extraordinary power at will."
Miss Audrey seemed to think that Jenkins' idea was too dangerous, so before he tried to throw the chocolate tail hair into the machine, she announced the end of today's class.
Although Jenkins has not been successful once, this is also a fairly normal thing. Miss Audrey plans to continue this kind of thing for a month. Of course, she will not use this machine next time. She believes that if the situation is optimistic, Jenkins hopes to make a real divination before the end of the year.
When the two left, B-08-02-8214 was still in the distance, but according to Miss Audrey, it should disappear within two hours. She used spells and simple rituals to make a "shadow screen" so that no one observing three feet away could see B-08-02-8214, which was considered a more cautious security measure.
The two separated after returning to the ground from the sewer. Miss Audrey proposed to take Jenkins back to the church, but this alley is not far from the church, so Jenkins politely declined her proposal.
Watching Miss Audrey disappear at the corner of the street, Jenkins looked up at the normal double moon tonight, and then quickly left here with chocolates.
He didn't return to the church immediately, but found a more remote alley nearby. In the middle of the alley there were some brand new light poles stacked against the wall, ready to be installed on the boulevard outside, and on the other side there was a large garbage dump. Although the narrow area in the middle is a bit smelly, it is an absolute blind spot.
Leaving Chocolate to look out at the alley, Jenkins squatted on the small flat ground and took out the notebook hidden in the inside pocket of his coat, which contained the lock of hair he got last night.
He didn't know whether vampires would also suffer from human diseases, but anyway, it was just a try, even if it failed, it was just a waste of some materials.
The sickness cursed this time is still the cold Jenkins is most familiar with. After completing the ceremony, he dug out an empty can from the garbage, dunked the hair-wrapped stone in it, and buried it deep in the garbage dump.
This is fine, if it works, it is the blessing of the sage, if nothing happens, then wait patiently for that mirror to appear again next time.
(Chocolate playing... )
Although the prototype of the weekend rest system has appeared in this era, in fact, only a very small number of people can enjoy the two-day vacation time every week, and therefore, not many people will look forward to the arrival of Friday.
When I returned to the church last night, I noticed that the weather was very gloomy. When I got up early on Friday morning, I saw that the courtyard of the church was covered with a thick layer of snow.
When we set off from the church to Papa's antique shop, there was still light snow in the sky, and when we reached the intersection where the fifth queen arrived, the snowflakes in the sky were already as big as goose feathers.
He was idly thinking about what he was going to do recently, and suddenly realized that the meeting time of the "Spiritual Events Mutual Aid Group" mentioned by Mr. Nellie was tonight.
"Now that it's confirmed that the omniscient mirror is in the hands of a vampire, there's no need..."
He was thinking in his heart that he hadn't made up his mind yet whether he should join in the excitement at night.
Because of the bad weather, there were no customers visiting the antique shop all morning. Dad has long been used to the leisure in winter, so he just sat in front of the fireplace with a newspaper all morning, having boring conversations with Jenkins, and complaining about every piece of news in the newspaper.
The headline on the front page of the "Norlan Daily" this morning reported the serial murder incident that occurred in Luyin Town, a subsidiary of Nolan City, earlier last week. The old man took this news very seriously, and he told Jenkins with certainty that the cause of this incident was the appearance of the holder of the [Mark of Killing] in Luyin Town.