Jenkins at the entrance of the alley was only one step away from the woman in the alley. With such a close distance, Jenkins' eyes could not go wrong:
"The seventh-level bestower is one step away from being a demigod..."
Subconsciously wanted to touch the gun, but remembered where it was, so he boldly said:
"Sorry ma'am, please accept this trivial help."
Which is ready to fight to the death.
As she spoke, she threw the coin in her hand into her bowl, then turned around and left immediately. The unkempt crazy woman didn't stop her, but stood at the entrance of the alley and giggled strangely. The newsboy passing by was taken aback, turned his head and trotted away in the direction he came from.
"what do you want to do?"
A cold voice came from behind him, and at the same time, very faint anger could be heard. The mad woman turned her head and disappeared into the shadow of the alley, and saw Miss Audrey standing by the wall looking at her.
"Oh, little Audrey~ so you are here!"
She bent down and set the bowl aside, then opened her arms to embrace the young woman. Miss Audrey frowned tightly, but instead of avoiding it, she took the initiative to hug the woman.
"Long time no see... Mrs. Broniance."
It wasn't a friendly hello, but both women smiled.
Jenkins didn't know what happened behind him, he was just troubled in his heart that he met a strange person again, and planned to tell his father about it when he went back. After walking a long way to make sure there was no danger, he looked back, wanting to make sure that the crazy woman hadn't followed, and by then the light point representing the gifter had disappeared.
"Hope it doesn't cause trouble."
He sincerely looks forward to it.
The address for collection is No. 19, Guzmanel Street, which is easy to find. The brass-colored metal nameplate is hung on the left side of the store, but at this time the store is closed, and the sign of "Closed Business" is hung on the door.
The store was similar to Papa's Antiques, and the owner's family lived on the second floor. Jenkins spent some more money to buy a handkerchief in the cloakroom next door, only to find out that the owner of the shop, the Copler family, had not lived on the second floor since last year. They had another residence, No. 34, Lane de Gaulle.
It was a two-story building facing the street. According to the fat woman in the cloakroom, the second floor was rented out by the Kebole family and they lived in the same building. building.
Walked up the steps under the awning and knocked on the door, but there was no response for a long time. I knocked patiently for a while, but still got no response.
The Real Eye checked and there was nothing special in the house.
At this point, he couldn't find other clues, but it was not without other methods. Walking down the steps to the street, I looked up and turned around to see no pedestrians passing behind me, so I squatted down and put the chocolate on the ground.
He just saw a crack in the window on the second floor, which was obviously not locked.
"Go and see if anyone is inside, damn it, it's not like the Kebole family doesn't want to pay the final payment~"
After finally coaxing Chocolate into willing to help, he watched it run for a while, then nimbly climbed the water pipe on the wall to the second floor, jumped to the window sill with ease, and almost knocked the flowerpot down. Then he squeezed open the window with his head and went indoors.
The fact that the windows are not locked means that there must be someone at home, and Jenkins is already imagining the scene of his debt collection.
At the third minute of pinching the pocket watch, the cat reappeared at the window and returned to Jenkins along the same path. The cat raised its head and dropped the thing in its mouth at Jenkins' feet.
It was a key threaded with a thin red nylon rope. Judging from the size and shape of the key teeth, it should be the key to the door just now.
"How did you get the key out?"
In a panic, he picked up the key and held it in his hand, then walked from the middle of the street to the wall. I'm afraid that someone passing by here will think that he is a thief with malicious intentions.
"Is anyone in the house? Has anyone seen you?"
he asked again.
"Meow~"
Chocolat rubbed his cheek against his trousers, not answering the question at all.
"What's going on in the house?"
He asked the question again, but on second thought, this young cat probably didn't have the wisdom to describe the answer he wanted with his paws.
So he picked it up with one hand, and put the key in his left hand in front of the cat:
"Hurry up and return this, and put it where you got it from."
"Meow~"
Chocolate squinted her eyes and rested her head on the man's arms, as if she didn't understand the words.
"Send it back, okay?"
He asked again, and the cat meowed softly, still not seeming to understand.
"It didn't see me knocking on the door just now, and thought I let it in because it wanted the key?"
Jenkins couldn't laugh or cry, but the key couldn't just be left in his hand, and the window that was pushed open by the chocolate was still wide open.
Reluctantly, he knocked on the door again. After confirming that no one would come to open the door, he whispered "Sorry" in his heart, and opened the door with a key like a thief.
"I just came to return the key, then closed the window, made sure no one was there and left!"
he assured, tiptoeing quickly through the door, and quickly shut the door again. Before entering the door, he quickly evaporated the snow water on the soles of the shoes with flames, and dried the solidified matter. After entering the door, he put on white gloves on purpose, and drew a turban to wrap his hair to prevent hair from falling out. Finally, he even made a pair of Shoe covers, just relax.
The reason why cats are not equipped with such security measures is because it seldom sheds hair, and its small paws are rarely dirty due to the ground environment, otherwise Jenkins would not allow this cat to frequently touch his shoulders and activities in clothes.
Put the cat on your shoulder, and follow its guidance through the cold living room on the first floor to the bedroom, and put the key in the small box that was opened beside the bed.
Jenkins doesn't know if the box was opened by the chocolate, but considering how easily it can rummage through the food in all corners of the kitchen, it is very likely.
Cover the box again, check that there is no one on the first floor, and plan to close the windows on the second floor and leave here to return to the antique shop.
Going up the revolving wooden stairs, when you look up, you can see a stick figure hanging on the wooden door facing the stairs. Let’s call this room No. 1 on the second floor, and the painting on the door of Room No. 1 looks like a child’s scribbles. The general meaning seems to be that two adults are leading a child in the woods.
But the images were very abstract, and the colors used made Jenkins a little uncomfortable. He immediately made a judgment. Children who paint pictures will definitely not become painters in the future, at least they will not be able to become serious painters.