After entering through the back door of the opera house, there was no fork in the road. After walking for less than two minutes, I could hear the voice of whispered conversation from the front.
Jenkins walked quickly forward with the candle in hand, and found the sounds coming from behind a closed black wooden door. Stepping back, holding a candle to illuminate the door plate, the general text written on it is:
[Theatre-3]
"Yes, that's the address Mr. Nelly gave."
He nodded, and tapped lightly on the door twice with his fingers.
The voice inside the door stopped immediately, and when he counted silently from 1 to 16 in his heart, the door was opened, and standing in front of Jenkins was a person with a medium head, a thin build, and also wearing a mask. But instead of a candle in his hand, he held an old-fashioned oil lamp.
He nodded to Jenkins to enter, and Jenkins held the candle aloft, its yellowish light illuminating the small backstage-like space of a theatre. The two of them got through the curtain one after the other, and saw that on the rather large stage, there were already five people wearing masks sitting together in a circle.
Seeing some chairs piled up on one side of the stage, Jenkins wanted to go over and pull them, but the man who led him in stopped him with his hand.
"Feel sorry… "
It was a delicate man's voice, but no age could be discerned. He paused to determine the gender of Jenkins to choose an appropriate title, and quickly came to the correct conclusion.
"Sorry, sir. Before you become one of us, we have to make sure that you, too, are in trouble and are here to ask for help. I'm sorry, but we have to prevent those annoying Reporters or other idlers pretend to be involved, everyone here has their own difficulties, and they don’t want others to know their identities.”
"I understand, so how can I confirm it?"
Jenkins asked in a low voice.
"We have a magic mirror, now please stand in front of the mirror, it can reflect some unusual things."
"Oops!"
Jenkins was taken aback. Mr. Nelly hadn't told him that carrying a ghost was a requirement for participating in a support group. But it was too late now, before he could find a better excuse, the man who led the way had already moved the floor-to-ceiling mirror next to him.
The mirror surface was not covered by the cloth, and directly reflected Jenkins' figure.
"oh!"
"Oh~"
In the mirror, a white cat stood on the shoulders of a thin man, with a chilling green light oozing out of its pupils.
Jenkins glanced to the side. Although he could feel that Chocolate was still standing on his shoulders, and his wagging tail was still rubbing against his side face, but in fact, his vision could not capture any creatures at all.
"Chocolate is actually invisible!"
He didn't know whether he should be surprised or surprised now, and the man who took a long breath had already begun to nod:
"It seems that your luck is not bad. No, I don't mean to offend, but compared with our other companions, animal spirits should be regarded as the safest thing."
He kindly pulled a chair for Jenkins and invited him to sit down. It was also at this time that Jenkins knew that the mirror could reflect a spirit body, which was a man. He called himself Mr. Scott, and Mr. Scott found it in the utility room of the theater.
He is also the organizer of the supernatural event mutual aid group, hoping to bring people who have encountered "such" things together, think about coping methods together and give each other courage.
"So, that mirror has nothing to do with the thrift store thing."
Jenkins was a little disappointed, but it was obviously not a good idea to leave now. So he planned to spend a few hours here, and after returning to the church, he used "Mr. Nelly"'s little trouble as an excuse to report the matter here to the church.
This is a win-win situation. While recycling special items, the church will definitely not hesitate to help these people solve the troubles of evil spirits.
Including Mr. Scott, the people who arrived earlier than Jenkins were all ordinary people. Sitting close enough together, he can see everyone's problems through his own eyes.
Starting from the left hand side, the evil spirits on the five people are:
A middle-aged obese man with a hideous face, but the cause of death cannot be judged from the image;
A young woman with strangle marks on her neck and her mouth elongated behind her ears, with blood and tears streaming from her eyes;
Two little boys who looked exactly the same, judging from their height, they were no more than ten years old, but each was throwing his head;
The white-haired old man lying behind him, whispering in the ears of living people, he looks the closest to the image of a normal person, and is the only spirit body that almost noticed that Jenkins was observing;
And the person on Jenkins' right has a head floating above his head. It's just a head. Since he can't make obvious movements such as raising his head, Jenkins can't know the shape or age of the head.
And standing aside, waiting for Mr. Scott to open the door for the next participant, there is a long-haired man whose head can be twisted 180 degrees, and the limbs of the spirit body are tightly wrapped around Mr. Scott body of.
Perhaps for these ordinary people, encountering evil spirits is extremely rare, but Jenkins believes that these evil spirits are not beyond the scope of "ordinary". Including the old man who almost found him, these were just ordinary spirits, far worse than the ones haunting Mr. Nelly.
Granters with a little bit of power can dispel them by relying on rituals.
When Jenkins arrived at the theater, it was very close to eight o'clock, but there were still people behind him. It was a young man, and a giver, whom Jenkins happened to know.
It wasn't an acquaintance in Nolan City, but a young magician in the circus that he had seen while traveling in Beldyland. The last time we met, he was still a level 2 granter, but he had been promoted to level 3 at this time, but his ability had not been fully learned, so the promotion should be a recent thing.
He obviously has the ability to manipulate spirits, because when Mr. Scott tried to test his identity, Jenkins saw a spirit obediently emerge from his coat pocket, and then put on a very exaggerated look of ferocity.
"Could he also come for that mirror?"
Jenkins was only surprised to meet this person. In fact, last week, he heard the news that the circus had come to Nolan from Mr. Nellie, but he didn't expect the two parties to meet so soon.
The circus itself is also weird, and I know that, except for the young magician, everyone else is at the sixth level, and they seem to be extremely inexperienced in combat.
But even with the Giver, Jenkins thinks the rest of the night will be nothing surprising.