Jenkins didn't know what to expect if he stayed in the house for a long time, so he started directly from the last journal entry and looked forward. The date of the last article was Tuesday last week, and the content is only two simple lines:
[We will not always be lucky, fate is fair.
I knew this day would come, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.]
Jenkins was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt that he understood what was going on:
"Finnie, how lucky is the Stress family?"
"very lucky."
She tugged on Jenkins' sleeve and answered in the affirmative.
Well, this is most likely an accident caused by greed. No one can stay lucky all the time, Jenkins knows that well, and using supernatural powers to stay lucky will definitely hurt you.
After roughly browsing the contents of the diary, it took ten minutes to barely read it. Most of them are recorded by Mr. Stress about his daily "luck". If the content in the diary is true, then the actual annual income of this family should be higher than that of Jenkins, but I don't know why they still live in this kind of place .
But unfortunately, he did not find the source of this obviously abnormal "luck", so he deduced that the event that changed the family's fate should have occurred before last spring.
He asked Fenny to recall whether any noteworthy things had happened in the Stress family at that time, but Fenny couldn't tell, she was completely ignorant of the things recorded in the diary. Apparently, Mr. and Mrs. Stress have not let anyone outside the family know what happened here.
The contents of the diary only reminded Jenkins of what might have happened here, but what really made him feel that something was wrong was that his companion gradually appeared in the state of confusion and lack of energy.
At first Jenkins thought it was because the little girl got up too early in the morning, but then he thought that when she was a flower girl, she got up earlier than this should be.
Drowsiness was only the first sign of the condition, and Jenkins figured he should do something before something worse happened.
This house is only so big, and it is difficult to find anything else. After flipping through the diary carelessly, he took Finnie's hand and returned to the living room, then walked in front of the Stress family.
"Mrs. Strath? Can you hear me?"
The woman didn't respond, she just stared forward, without a trace of expression in her eyes, like a corpse that had lost its soul.
"Mrs. Stress!"
He conjured some more ice to stick to the woman's skin, but she just gave a jerk and looked at Jenkins, not wanting to speak.
"Finnie, come and try."
"Huh? Oh, okay."
The girl spoke slowly, but luckily she could still understand Jenkins' intentions smoothly.
"Auntie, I'm Fenny, what happened here?"
Although she had some reactions to the name "Fini", she still didn't speak.
This is also the case with Fini's cousin and cousins, and although Mr. Strath did not respond to the words of the two, when Jenkins put the diary in front of him, the man suddenly jumped up from the ground :
"We are all going to die. When retribution comes, I know that I must not believe the words of the devil!"
He roared loudly and waved his arms hysterically, as if to attack Jenkins and Fini. As a last resort, Jenkins could only temporarily stun him.
"demon?"
He was a little puzzled, but what happened here should have nothing to do with this kind of alien creature, after all, he didn't smell the slightest smell of sulfur. According to the customs of the mainland, "devil" can also refer to evil villains or cunning businessmen. What Mr. Stress refers to should not be aliens.
"So what exactly is that?"
He looked again at the only master bedroom that hadn't been explored, and the thing that looked like a statue was still standing there quietly. It was about the same size as the girl Jenkins was leading, but in profile it looked fat like a water tank.
"no solution anymore… "
Standing at the door of the bedroom hesitated for a long time before making up his mind to reach out and hold the doorknob, pushed the door open and walked in.
When the door was pushed open, a gust of cold wind blew out at the same time, making the two people at the door shiver violently. Jenkins' judgment was completely wrong. The thing in the bedroom was not a statue at all, but a monster with cyan skin.
It is like a monster in ancient myths, and also like a monster in stories that people have passed down from generation to generation. He is short and fat, with frighteningly large ears and eyes, and jewel rings of different colors on his twelve thick fingers. It doesn't move until it sees a living person, which is one of the reasons why Jenkins mistook it for a statue.
"Yo~ look who is here~"
With a malicious smile on his face, he looked treacherously at the man and girl who walked in. Fenny immediately hid behind Jenkins, and the cat meowed like a demonstration.
"New trader? This is great, quack quack~"
Laughter is like a crow with a broken throat, which is undoubtedly a weird thing. But its insight is obviously not as good as the [Supermanent] who gave the candy, and it didn't realize that the person standing in front of him was not a mortal according to the simple definition.
"I don't want to trade, please let us out."
It was a heuristic, and Jenkins didn't think it would be that simple.
"This is impossible, this place already belongs to me. Since you came in, although I can't take the initiative to hurt you, I will never let you go. Come and trade, this is your only way out."
"I noticed you used 'you' instead of 'you'."
Even if it doesn't trade chocolate, it shouldn't use the singular when confronting Jenkins and the girl at the same time.
"She's already a deal partner."
"Um?"
"No, sir, I don't know anything."
Fenny explained in confusion, she was very mentally weak.
"I never trade with individuals, I can only trade with a complete family. The woman in the living room doesn't have many relatives, so she..."
The monster's stubby fingers pointed at Fini:
"Even if she doesn't know anything, she is by default one of the trading partners."
"What exactly are you trading?"
Jenkins asked.
"Good question! I trade luck and give the whole family more luck."
It rubbed its fingers at Jenkins, deliberately making the metal rings on its fingers collide with each other to make a chaotic sound.
"What's the price?"
Jenkins asked again.
"No price..."
Jenkins responded with a snort that no one would believe.