Saying goodbye to an elopement friend was something new, something Jenkins never thought he would be involved in. This shows that he really puts a lot of effort into his social life, although it's hard to define whether this kind of thing counts as social.
The three of them got into the carriage again at the entrance of the opera house. This carriage was hired by Hathaway and it was said to be completely reliable. The driver of the carriage was a silent, middle-aged woman, but Jenkins at first thought it was a man because of his tall stature.
After the carriage left the brightly lit opera house, it drove into the vast darkness. Fog lingers outside the window, and the air is particularly bad tonight. Before getting into the carriage, Jenkins glanced at the sky and found that the two moons were covered by dark clouds floating in the distance, so he wanted to express an exclamation similar to "the night when the moon is dark and the wind is high and murderous".
But fortunately, he is still sensible, knowing that saying such things at such a time can easily cause trouble.
Jenkins had heard about Miss Rick and Garcia more than once in the club last year. After the recent vacation time at Blizzard Villa, I learned more about these two peers.
He didn't know whether he should admire Rick and Garcia's courage now, or resent their shirking of responsibility. But he also has no position to point fingers. Jenkins is very clear about his position in this incident. He and Chocolate are just joining in the fun.
Both the railway station and the opera house are also on the outskirts of the city, but in different directions. After obtaining the consent of the passengers in the car, the coachman drove them along the small roads on the edge of the city instead of across the city.
After all, this trip can't attract attention, the more low-key the elopement, the better.
The moon still did not show the meaning of the clouds. On the contrary, the fog outside the car was getting thicker and thicker. Jenkins could only close the car windows to prevent the smelly air from rushing in, but it is hard to say whether this has helped.
Britney was still excitedly talking about Jenkins' new book and the opera just now with Hathaway, her rosy face was really beautiful. When it comes to opera, Britney expressed her views on the stage:
"It's really good. I mean, the opera just now was really good. Jenkins, you created a near-perfect stage of suspense. Whether you are a criminal or a detective, you can fully express yourself on the stage."
The roads in the suburbs are not easy to walk, and the carriage occasionally bumps. Because Jenkins was sitting across from the two women, care had to be taken to get them up in time, or an awkward encounter would ensue.
"Yes, the closed car is indeed a perfect stage."
Hathaway also nodded in agreement.
"This is how the stage should be built. This is an extremely small space, but a huge story needs to be shown. I think this is the same as the theory of the poet Rawls: to condense art and then show it."
Britney said a name Jenkins didn't recognize, but he still pretended to understand and nodded.
"Although the size of the stage is limited, the stories on the stage can be unlimited. This is the charm of opera, I like your... opera, Jenkins, I really like it."
Jenkins swears she stopped on purpose, his heart almost stopped. Glancing quietly at Hathaway, her expression was normal, as if she hadn't noticed anything.
"Hurry up and change the subject, it's too dangerous."
Jenkins reminded himself in his mind, first looking at the faint kerosene lamp light, and then at the fog outside the window:
"The Kingdom's Air Protection Act seems to be useless."
Jenkins complained under his breath, hoping this would lead to conversation. But Britney seldom cares about current affairs, and Hathaway, who cares about current affairs, can't show this in front of Goldilocks, so neither of them actually answered his words.
He scratched his hair in embarrassment, wanting to hurry up and find a new topic. I didn't expect Britney to have such a plan. Maybe she also realized the inappropriate pause just now. Her ability to change the subject is much better than Jenkins:
"Have you heard that the fog around the city is sometimes even thicker than the fog in the city at night, and there have been some interesting strange stories in the countryside."
"What kind of strange talk is that?"
Hathaway asked with interest, she didn't have such a reaction when Jenkins spoke just now.
"Walking skeletons, resuscitated corpses. Those are the usual horror stories, but it's really interesting to match the unusual thick fog now."
Jenkins and Hathaway glanced at each other. Both of them had heard about the undead at Mr. Hood's party, and the former had encountered it more than once. Naturally, he knew that this was not just a simple rumor.
For the first time since the illegal psychic incident, Jenkins heard supernatural things from Goldilocks. Of course he objected to Britney's contact with the extraordinary. After all, he still remembered the last psychic incident, but at this time she seemed to be just talking about something new, not wanting to delve into it.
Using her eyes to signal Hathaway to say something, she pretended not to understand and let Jenkins speak.
"Is that so? Undead... Heh, most of the rumors about the peasants in the countryside are false, and the truth that was finally discovered may be the newspaper hanging on the tree branch being blown around by the wind."
"Yes, indeed it may be so."
The blonde girl looked a little lonely, because she clearly felt that the man didn't want to talk about this topic. Recalling Jenkins' "reprimand" on the carriage after the psychic game, she realized that it was not appropriate to talk about such profane things with him.
"Mysterious... psychic... undead..."
She repeated these words in her heart and subconsciously sighed.
Hathaway and Jenkins looked at each other wordlessly again, neither knowing what to say at this time.
The country roads are not easy to walk. Although there are some bumps along the way, there are no "accidents" that can be called "accidents". It was only around ten o'clock when they arrived near the Nolan train station, and there was still a long time before Miss Rick and Garcia's arrival.
"I was suddenly a little curious. How did the two of them go out alone without telling the family? Garcia can open the window, but Miss Rick doesn't seem to be the kind of person who is able to move."
Jenkins asked.
"I don't know, but they should have their own way."
Britney replied, leaning forward and reaching out to open the car window, the fog outside was still the same thick.
Woo~
Just at this time, the loud sound of a steam train whistle came from the distant railroad tracks. At the same time, the two thought of the last night on the train. Fortunately, the moonlight also hid, so Hathaway didn't notice the embarrassing blush.
PS: Push the book "Heroic Spirits of Cthulhu World". Author: West Wind.
Introduction:
A world where sea levels rise by 2,000 meters. The heroes struggled, shedding blood and sweat for the survival of mankind.
But what does this have to do with me, Niulang
Black goat, Cthulhu, Naiyazi, king in yellow? ?
Do you think this is the song of Saya! Beauties one by one
A beautiful girl is a beautiful girl, can you not show your prototype from time to time
My san value can't stand it!