"Jenkins~close the window~turn around~leave~little master~don't come back~otherwise I~can't guess~"
Jenkins himself hummed an unknown melody, crossed Room 1, walked into the closest room on the second floor, which was Room 4, and closed the window tightly. The four rooms on the second floor must have been rented to different people, because Jenkins saw different nameplates.
The door to the room he wanted to enter was unlocked, otherwise Chocolate wouldn't be able to get in. After walking in, I saw a mess. The owner here obviously doesn't like to clean up the room. At least one of the occupants of the room is a man, after all, women don't know how to use a razor.
Jenkins thinks so.
He didn't intend to pry into other people's privacy, so he closed the window and prepared to leave. His eyes glanced out by chance, and he actually saw a man in a black top hat walking towards the door downstairs with his hands in his coat pockets. His coat was unbuttoned, and he could see the poor-taste ebony sweater underneath.
The man went straight to the blind spot of his vision and even looked up. Fortunately, Jenkins hid by the window in time. When he was standing against the wall, he heard the door opening downstairs, and immediately knew that something was wrong.
"No, if this continues, you will definitely be treated as a thief!"
It's not a good idea to turn out the window either, the streets are not as deserted now as they were when I came here. It is even more impossible to leave from the main entrance, because there is no second passage down the stairs.
"Damn it!"
He heard the man lingering in the hall downstairs for a moment, perhaps taking off his coat or hat, and now the heavy sound of boots on the stairs was getting closer.
Jenkins, like a cat, walked from the window to the door and restored the door to its ajar state. Glancing at the indoor environment, the room is messy and narrow, and there are only three places to hide: under the bed, behind the curtains, and in the closet.
"The sheets are too small to cover the bottom of the bed, feet are exposed behind the curtains, and the closet is too conspicuous!"
The last reason is based on today's novels, no matter whether they are detective novels or pornographic/erotic novels, everyone will hide in the closet.
Whatever the reason, Jenkins' worst fears happened. After the footsteps on the stairs came to the second floor, they only stopped for a moment at the door of the first room before walking straight to the door of the last room.
This is a middle-aged man of medium height but thin build. He shouldn't have washed his face this morning, otherwise his face wouldn't be so bad. The beard was scruffy and untrimmed, and the red hair was as messy as a bird's nest. He reached out and held the doorknob and pushed the door in, scanned the interior of the room, then turned around and closed the door again.
He bent down and took a look under the bed, then drew the curtains to prevent people on the street from seeing directly inside. Only then did he step forward to the closet, and then pull the closet door open.
There were no clothes in the cabinet, only corpses neatly arranged in hand-woven bags. Jenkins didn't smell blood a few seconds ago, it seemed that the body fluids of these corpses had been drained and the skin had been treated with special means.
After the man opened one of them, there was a stuffed corpse of a woman inside. Immediately, he flashed a fascinated look, and then went on to check the other bags.
It wasn't until half an hour later that the man who had finished appreciating all the "works of art" put all the corpses back into the closet neatly, and then walked out of the room with a satisfied smile.
The sound of footsteps was heard on the stairs, and ten seconds later, the sound appeared in the hall downstairs. The door creaked open, and the sounds from the street could barely be heard from the room on the second floor.
Finally the door closed and everything was quiet again.
"Meow~"
The small cat's head protruded from the quilt and looked out pitifully, but was quickly pulled back. Five minutes later, there was still no strange sound coming from the house, and Jenkins crawled out from under the quilt of his wife.
This is a very dangerous approach, very dangerous. But people's eyes often don't stay on those objects that are well integrated with the background. The most suspicious positions are the bottom of the bed, the wardrobe and behind the curtains.
When Jenkins hid under the quilt, he had already put on his black robe. As long as he is discovered, he will immediately run away, and it is impossible for anyone to know that the thief who broke through the door is him. But this time luck is good, he does not need to bear the new charge of "stealer".
"Blessed by the sage, I will never do such a thing again!"
He put the cat in his clothes and prepared to leave, but suddenly he was curious about what the man did after he opened the closet. Hiding under the quilt, he could only hear some sporadic noises, but he couldn't see what was happening outside.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he decided to satisfy his curiosity before leaving. So he opened the closet, saw the woven bags neatly displayed in it, and opened one of them out of curiosity.
"Oh my god~"
He groaned and backed away subconsciously, but quickly stretched out his hand to support the nearly fallen corpse and put it back to its original position. Close the closet, bow your head and pray in a low voice, and then draw the holy emblem on your chest, hoping that the souls of those poor people can rest in peace.
There are a total of five pockets in the closet, which represent five corpses, one large, four small, and five small. Jenkins didn't know the people who lived here, or even the Cooper family who collected the bills, so he had no way of knowing the specific identities of the bodies.
"Why do things like this always happen to me?"
He groaned in his heart, but had to open the closet again to check the conditions of the five corpses in turn. After doing this, restore everything to its original state, and plan which route to take to reach Carfax Field the fastest.
He tiptoed to the door, intending to leave the house immediately. But at this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew behind him, and goose bumps immediately appeared on Jenkins' neck.
There can never be a wind here because the windows are closed. He turned around to check the situation, but saw that the room behind him was still empty, but there seemed to be a layer of fog.
Reluctantly opening the Eye of Reality, the black wind howled in the room, the temperature in the room dropped rapidly, and at the same time a faint figure was emerging from the closet.
"This is... the return of the dead!"
Since the most remote era, when human beings were still ignorant, they have understood that dead souls have a certain probability to reside in the material world. This is not the interference of supernatural power, but a normal natural phenomenon, just like rain and thunder.
Apparently Jenkins had "rain and thunder" at this point.
PS: Bad weather (snowing, raining), bill collection, scholar (in common language, writer also has the meaning of student and learner, the specific context should be judged), encountering ghosts... I see, Jenkins = Ning Cai minister!