After explaining to Fenny, Jenkins put his left hand on the door, and the unquenchable flame flowed down his arm to the surface of the door. But it seems to be non-combustible, even though it is covered by flames, it does not change.
After the flame was retracted, he slammed his cold fist on the door again, but it was still useless.
"Stand back a little."
He warned, and Fei Ni immediately hid behind Jenkins' body, and she couldn't see the movements of Jenkins' hands from this angle.
Taking a deep breath, a miner's lamp made of metal parts appeared in his hand. An extremely thin silver-blue light beam shot out from the miner's lamp, covering the door about the size of a little finger section. Crackling parts fell down from there, and then the door proliferated rapidly like a living thing, and it actually filled the hole again.
The thin beam of light just now consumed about one-twentieth of Jenkins' spirit, and if the two of them wanted to pass through, it would be impossible to turn all the doors into parts if they consumed all their spirits, and it filled up quite quickly.
"Now we're in big trouble."
He turned his head and looked at the dimly lit living room, as if something was watching him in the darkness.
"it does not matter."
He softly comforted the trembling Fenny. Everything that happened just now was impacting the girl's immature world view.
"We can leave soon, but before that, you must follow me closely, okay?"
"Yes, sir."
She whispered back against Jenkins' leg, and then asked:
"Auntie and the others..."
"We can only manage ourselves now."
"I see."
After all, he is a child who grew up in a slum, some things need not be said too clearly.
Since I can't leave now, the only thing I can do is try to figure out what's going on here. Jenkins put on the monocle again, and in addition to the black aura spreading throughout the house, he actually saw another statue-like luminous object at the back of the house.
According to the construction characteristics of houses in the Kingdom of Fidiktli, that location is usually the master bedroom.
"Could it be this?"
While he was guessing, he asked Fei Ni to hold his purification candle, while he carried the miner's lamp, and the two walked towards the living room hand in hand.
The blizzard outside still has no intention of stopping, and the sky is completely covered by clouds and fog. There was no sound or light in the quiet house, and even if Jenkins found the switch for the gas light on the wall, he couldn't turn it on.
The two soon saw the Stress family in the living room. They collapsed by the wall, staring blankly at the cautious man and girl.
Careful observation reveals that, except for Mrs. Stress, the other four people are completely walking corpses.
These people are ordinary people. Although they are in a strange state, they do not possess extraordinary power. Jenkins and Fenny pretended to be brave enough to walk up to Mrs. Strath, wanting to ask her what happened here, but she just repeated the same words from beginning to end:
"Don't be greedy."
"Finnie, do the people living here have the habit of keeping diaries?"
The girl was taken aback by Jenkins' question, she was not used to such an intimate address.
"No, no one here can read except Uncle."
"Yes, I was negligent."
He patted his head, looked at the location of the suspected statue with some trepidation, and then pulled his cat out of his chest. It had been dishonest since just now.
"I'm in trouble."
He whispered: "So don't run around now, tell me when you see strange things, don't touch them, do you understand?"
Chocolat nodded, then stretched out his claws to grab Jenkins' shoulder, motioning Jenkins to put it on.
Fenny thought of the action of the cat inviting her into the room last night, and she understood more and more that the benevolent Mr. Williams possesses extremely powerful power.
Although there are six people living in this house, in fact the area here is not that big. There are a total of three rooms that can be called bedrooms. Except for the master bedroom, the other two are pitifully small.
Jenkins and Fenny searched all the rooms except the master bedroom in turn, and found some strange traces. If his eyes were not mistaken, there should long be a plethora of costly ornaments in the two bedrooms which he had not entered on his last visit. At the same time, although the furniture is old, it should be expensive when you buy it.
This is obviously different from the shabby family that Jenkins and Fenny had in mind.
What's more, Feeney's little cousin is missing. That is, the baby who is less than three months old, he can't be found anywhere, only the empty crib shows that he did exist.
From Jenkins' point of view, the Strese family was definitely not a poor family at least a week ago. The uncleaned kitchen waste and the clothes in the cabinet can prove this, but in just a week, these traces are disappearing, as if the family fortune has suddenly fallen. This should not be a simple gambling debt can cause.
He was very interested in the family's source of income, and wondered whether Mr. Stress, who worked as an accountant in the dock area, would secretly participate in those illegal smuggling businesses.
He and Finny searched the room more carefully again, but only found piles of IOUs hidden in the ceiling—all signed this week, too.
In the end, a new discovery was made because of an accident.
It was in front of the wardrobe in the boys' bedroom, and Phinee pulled Jenkins by the hem so hard that Jenkins nearly knocked her over when he got up from under the bed.
Although he quickly helped the girl up, the cat on his shoulder almost fell off because of the man's body moving too much. The cat was not happy, so it naturally wanted to slap Jenkins on the back of the neck with its tail. When it was touched by the furry thing in the dark, Jenkins almost cried out in fright. The thin wooden board, I stuck my head in, and found a hole in the bottom of the wardrobe.
It happened to be in the blind spot of vision, and it could only be found by climbing into the closet.
There is nothing scary inside the cave, and there is a diary lying quietly there.
"I really didn't know my uncle had the habit of keeping a diary."
Fini blushed and said, Jenkins didn't care.
This is an extremely thick diary with an elegant leather cover and a special gold-plated buckle. The date of the first diary is the spring of 1865 in the general calendar that has just passed. After that, although there is no content every day, it will record what happened in a week at least every week.