Even if he couldn't see Mr. Hood's face under the hood, Jenkins could guess that he was panicking at this moment.
"Let's hide for a while and see what this group of people are going to do. It shouldn't be coming for us, otherwise there won't be such a big commotion."
The white cat said, leading them to the wall of the empty warehouse. He whispered a long list of unknown spell languages, and then the color of everyone's skin and clothes changed, tending to be the same as the color of the wall.
This is not a full sense of invisibility, but considering the darkness in the warehouse, if it is not in front of everyone, no one can see that there are still a group of people standing here.
After half a minute, the door of the warehouse was completely pushed open by two muscular men in cotton padded clothes, and then a group of people like bodyguards lined up on both sides of the door, allowing a middle-aged man in a black formal suit and a bald man with bare arms in winter Men walk in together.
The man in formal attire is obviously aristocratic, and the details of his gestures fully prove this, especially in contrast to the somewhat rude bald head.
These two people walked very close and their voices were very low, so the six people by the wall didn't know what they were talking about. I only saw the southeast corner of the wall where the strong man who pushed the door just now walked, and actually touched a pull ring, and opened the trapdoor hidden on the ground amidst the harsh creaking sound.
A few seconds later, the six people who happened to be standing at the opposite corner smelled the stench of oil. The smell, apparently, came from under the trapdoor.
"I see! The smell of vinegar is used to cover up the smell. How much vinegar did they sprinkle in the warehouse?"
After the trap door was opened, only the nobleman and the bald man entered the ground, and the others carefully guarded the various exits of the warehouse.
After waiting like this for half an hour, the two reappeared from the trapdoor one after the other. The servants poured new vinegar to cover up the smell, and a group of talents left here together.
The six men around the wall, all experienced Givers, didn't start talking or moving right away. It wasn't until ten minutes later that they let out a long breath only when the moonlight silently shone in through the skylight on the sloping roof.
"I don't care about what happened just now, no, in fact I don't know anything!"
Mr. White Cat spoke first, then strode away without looking back.
"I also don't want to get involved in the affairs here. In such a dangerous period, curiosity will kill every curious person!"
Miss Magic, Mr. Hood and Hathaway also expressed similar opinions, but before they left, they all stated that they had no knowledge of what happened here. This was to reassure the remaining two that no matter what they did, the partygoers would keep it secret.
After everyone left, Jenkins and Miss Silver Flute looked at each other. Men's eyes can see that there is no aura in the ground, so they boldly want to know what's down there, but women obviously don't have this ability.
"Mr. Lan Zhu, no matter what is found below, we will split the gold pound in half. Of course, if you can take out the money now, then I can sell it to you at a discount."
It seems that the reason she stayed was because of lack of money.
After struggling to open the trap door, the smell of oil on the pavement was pungent. Below was a wooden ladder, but neither of them went down immediately. Instead, Jenkins summoned the strangely shaped miner's lamp to illuminate the space under the door.
It looked like a warehouse below, but it was less than one-fifth the size of the warehouse on the ground. Stacks of wooden boxes were neatly stacked and placed below, and were firmly covered with the canvas of a large ship, and then fixed with heavy cables, leaving only a narrow passage for people to pass through.
Jenkins didn't see lighting tools, and when the nobleman and the bald head went down just now, they didn't seem to have candles or oil lamps.
"Although I shouldn't say this sentence, I still want to remind you."
Before acting, Jenkins said to his companions: "I don't know what happened to you, but excessive greed is often a precursor to self-destruction."
"I see."
Miss Yindi didn't know if she could hear the kindness in Jenkins' words, and after a simple answer, she jumped down from the entrance first.
Jenkins followed closely behind, holding up the miner's lamp to spread the silver-blue light outward. But such a cold light is not conducive to lighting, so he looked at the woman, hoping she would think of a way.
"I can summon fireballs to illuminate, but you have to understand that the air here is filled with oil, and if you let the fire..."
"I see."
Jenkins signaled her to stop talking, put the miner's lamp in his hand on the box, and then untied the cable and opened the canvas without damaging anything, only to find straw protruding from the gap in the wooden box.
This is necessary padding to prevent the contents of the box from being damaged during transportation, and there is no foam in this era. Just like the goods received or sent by Papa Antique Store, this method will be used.
"Aren't these all smuggled antiques?"
Jenkins muttered to himself.
"Why do we use oil to transport antiques?"
Miss Yindi asked back, her white hands stretched out from under her robe and pressed on the wooden box:
"I think I guess what it is, it's worth a lot, it's just hard to find the right buyer."
That weak-looking hand patted the box lightly, and with a bang, all the nails at the four corners of the box lid popped out. After opening it, it turned out that there were six smaller wooden boxes inside.
The box was taken out by Jenkins. This thing is quite rough, and it hurts to hold it. After pushing the push plate away, there was a steam bomb inside.
He already understood the reason why the group just now did not use firelight for lighting.
"arms?!"
The two said at the same time, and opened the wooden box a little further away. Inside was a rifle of a model that Jenkins could not name. The oil on the gun seemed to have just been wiped off. Judging from the number of the gun body, the manufacturing date was actually the second half of last year.
"Is this smuggling arms?"
It was indeed right to stay and explore with Miss Yindi. No matter whether you can profit from this matter or not, finding these things is a great reward in itself.
"Mr. Lazhu, do you have room for storage items?"
The woman's appetite is really big, and she wants to transport all these things away.
"No."
Jenkins admitted honestly, and then touched /chest again to comfort the impatient cat. The cat was stimulated, and immediately crawled upwards with its paws on the inner pocket of the clothes, and then smoothly exposed the small cat's head from the neckline.
It looked around and shrank back again.
"I do not have either."
There was regret in Miss Yindi's tone.
"So you can find a way to sell the stolen goods immediately...I mean ship it?"