A gust of icy air hits his back, but Jenkins is more focused on his churning stomach. Before Jenkins squirted his dinner out, he was finally on solid ground.
This is an unfamiliar dirty alley, garbage is everywhere on the ground, and the strange smell makes the slightly calm stomach fluctuate again. A stray cat yelped at Jenkins, stretched its teeth and claws, and left against the shadow of the wall with an indistinguishable object in its mouth.
Jenkins staggered to the wall, kicked the trash away with his shoe, spread the newspaper and sat down. This is not the original place to enter the [Strange Land], it seems that Barnard missed important things and didn't say anything.
"I hope this is still Nolan City."
He raised his head to look at the sky, the red and blue twin moons hung quietly above his head with the sky full of stars. But he knew that there were actually three moons in the sky, and the last one was Barnard's belief, which represented the righteous god of May - [Lightless Moon].
Looking down at his hand, it was normal to hold a partially burned candle in his right hand, but why was his sleeve black.
He finally realized that what he was wearing was actually the black robe of that mysterious man in a strange place.
"when… "
Before he had time to think, the sound of slight footsteps came from the other end of the alley. It was the sound of deliberately suppressed footsteps, and Jenkins would never have heard it if it wasn't so quiet here.
There was nowhere to hide, and the alley seemed to be flanked by the back walls of residential houses, which would explain where the rubbish came from - thrown from the windows. The bare walls are covered with messy symbols, and besides the rusted steam pipes in the corners, the dark yellow traces are more like excrement. The best option now is to hide yourself in the garbage, but Jenkins said the concubine couldn't do that.
After a moment of hesitation, the owner of the footsteps actually appeared.
He was also wearing a black robe, and he walked quickly and slowly along the shadow of the wall, and then bumped into Jenkins at once.
The man in black obviously didn't notice that there were people in the shadows, and nearly fell while leaning on the wall, while Jenkins broke out in a cold sweat from fright.
"Going so fast?"
The two stood there without speaking. Jenkins tried to make out the appearance of the man in black, but found that the hood of his robe was the one with a specially extended front.
"Are you here for the party too?"
Finally, the man in black robe spoke, but the hoarse voice was obviously false.
reunion? What is he saying.
Unexpectedly, Jenkins nodded, "Yes."
He was immediately surprised to find that his own voice was also strange, like a little boy talking with a high-pitched voice. At the same time, he noticed that something was wrong with the shadow on the ground. Behind him was a fat man with a pointed hat and a mask
"There is something wrong with this black robe!"
He realized it immediately, and You-Know-Who spoke again.
"You came too early, it's dangerous!"
After speaking, he also sat by the wall like Jenkins, motionless and no longer speaking.
"Where did I go? This is not a place for gangsters to trade, is it?"
He was thinking wildly in his mind, while trying to find an excuse to slip away, but things got worse and worse. In the next five minutes, several strangely dressed people appeared one after another from the left and right of the alley. There are no mirrors, so Jenkins doesn't know what he looks like now, but everyone who comes here takes him for a moment.
With the hurried arrival of the last figure wearing a mask, everyone who was sitting or squatting got up and gathered in one place. Jenkins had to come together with them and silently counted, there were seven people including him.
"who is he?"
The man who came here finally pointed to Jenkins and asked, his voice was very peaceful, not peaceful like a human voice.
"It was invited by Mr. Hood."
This is an extremely high-pitched female voice, but the volume can be suppressed.
"It's not me!" The man who just bumped into Jenkins said in a panic, "He was there when I came, not you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the people standing together dispersed immediately. One of them threw himself into the shadows far away in the alley without looking back, but the other five just watched nervously.
"Gentlemen."
Jenkins knew what he had to say, and these people looked even more flustered than he was. This also aroused some interest in him. The man who escaped just now seemed to have really melted into the shadows. A paranormal group
"I just happened to be passing through this city and I heard about this party by chance, so I just appeared here."
He first translated the lingua franca of the Fidetictli Kingdom into Chinese, and then translated it back, making his own words not only have a strange accent, but also a strange grammar.
"Occasionally heard?"
asked the one who came last.
"Yes, a certain little ability of mine." He shrugged and said vaguely, and the vigilant few did not question it. It seemed that it was really a secret meeting of a supernatural group.
But according to the shadow reaction on the ground, the obese body didn't move at all.
"Can you trust him?"
"No, this may be the enforcer of the Orthodox Church in Nolan City."
"Don't be kidding, why do those law enforcement officers trouble us? We just didn't register because we didn't want to reveal our abilities. This is not against the law."
"It's also possible he was a cultist hunting the Giver, I've heard..."
"Since you are afraid of danger, why don't you leave?"
"Huh, the one who left just now obviously has a ghost in his heart. We should change the way next time we gather, and the one who left is the problem."
…
The five people chatted quickly in low voices, but in the end, they just came to the conclusion that "we have not committed a crime, and private gatherings are not illegal."
Finally the man who bumped into Jenkins / who was just called "Mr. Hood" came forward.
"Sir, we welcome new members to join the party, but you must prove that you are the bestower of innocence."
Giver
This is probably what the world calls supernatural power users.
Jenkins responded with odd grammar: "How to prove?"
Hearing this answer, the person on the opposite side seemed to be relieved, and he signaled the four people behind him not to panic.
"Release your spiritual emblem."
he said.
Jenkins was silent. This was another term he had never heard of.
Probably misunderstood Jenkins' silence, Mr. Hood explained: "We have no intention of prying into your real identity, but we must confirm that you are not a criminal who fled from other cities. Although we hate [Registration Law] and do not believe in legal It is a secret meeting of the Church of God, but this is definitely not a criminal organization."