The official Jenkins didn't want to know about the trial of the pervert in Room 4, but a piece of news revealed by this person had to be taken seriously.
"No, gentlemen, I really only killed four people. I didn't kill the Leviathan child. You see, I don't have to lie at all. The body of that child is lying in the corridor. I just moved it. Just in my room."
This is his confession, and according to the results of polygraph and divination, this is the truth that has not been omitted.
So far, the tragedy that happened at No. 34, Lane de Gaulle has come to an end. Except for the cause of death of the little boy who drew the weird painting in room 1, and the secret of the killer in room 2, there is no doubt about this matter.
Jenkins will keep an eye on this matter, and he hopes to hear further information.
But for Mr. Writer, there are still many questions. The most important thing is the matter about the deceitful realm. No matter where the knowledge is obtained, it shows that the deceitful realm will collapse after being passed.
But today's inexplicable inspiration shows that only part of the strange world will collapse.
Paradox is a fragment of space, an extremely small world. Even after his many encounters with the Uncanny, Jenkins still doesn't think he understands it.
He once guessed that the strange world is the fragments of those magical worlds that disintegrated, he also guessed the relationship between the strange world and the master, and even guessed the meaning of the existence of the strange world.
But everything is just guesswork, people are unwilling to talk about Paradise, and a small number of researchers never disclose their achievements. It's like a secret about the end of the era, the ignorant is ignorant, and the knower cannot share.
"If the idea that suddenly appeared today is true, will the unruly realms whose rules have been broken collapse, and the unruly realms that have not been broken will still exist? However, I have never heard of two identical treacherous realms appearing .”
He was lying on the rug in front of his fireplace, rolling the feather with one hand, and looking at the roof.
The function of this feather is very simple, to revive a creature that died before midnight of "today", and more than half of the body remains. In other words, if he died at 0:10, he would have nearly 24 hours to wait for his resurrection; if he died at 11:59pm, he must find Jenkins within one minute.
And the bestower who stores the feathers in the body can be resurrected at the moment of death. But whether it is resurrecting others or oneself, the cause of death cannot be natural death.
This is a one-time item, and it is gone when it is used up. Miss Bevanna asked Jenkins not to tell anyone else about it, but to keep it for herself. Neither she nor Jenkins needed to include the feather thing in the incident report, just pretend it never came up.
"So can you tell Dad?"
Jenkins asked.
"You decide."
Miss Bevanna replied indifferently.
There are only two ways to obtain this precious feather. Except that in the last era, a gravekeeper of the Church of Death and the End, like Jenkins, obtained it in a strange environment, all other records show that it was bestowed by the gods. mortal mercy.
Whether it is a righteous god or a false god, there is a record of giving C-01-5-8222, [Angel's Resurrection Feather] to mortals. But this is quite rare, and only mortals who have truly made great contributions to the gods can obtain it. Diocesan records show that this era has only occurred four times to this day.
The air on Thursday morning was still so bad. When I picked up the newspaper in the morning, I met Mr. Goodman, a neighbor who was about to go to work. He seemed in a good mood. Jenkins wanted to ask about the investment he mentioned last time, but felt that it was someone else's private matter.
But I think it's not a big problem, otherwise he wouldn't be humming a little tune to go to work in the morning.
Yesterday's collection activity suffered a serious setback, and today he will continue. It's just that everything went well this time. Except for a bankrupt businessman who deliberately avoided trying to renege on his debts, everyone paid off their debts.
According to the current progress, all the accounts in Nolan City will be settled within this week. Jenkins originally thought it was just a few strokes, but he didn't expect to accumulate so much in the past year.
When he returned to the antique shop again in the afternoon, Jenkins was really tired. He didn't even have the strength to play with the still-vibrant chocolate. He put the ledger and the money coil wrapped up on the counter on the counter, and sat motionless in the rocking chair in front of the fireplace.
The old man shook his head, slowly looked through the ledger to check the progress, then weighed the money roll to estimate the amount, and put it directly into the drawer under the counter.
"Are you so tired?"
"Fortunately, the main reason is that some roads are difficult to walk. Dad, I didn't know until today that Nolan City still has that kind of dirt road that hasn't been dealt with at all."
"Of course, don't you think that all the roads are paved with big stone slabs like Fifth Queen's Road? It's not the worst now. After the dirt roads are soaked in the rainy season, walking is the most terrible thing. .”
As he spoke, he let out an exclamation of "tsk tsk", and then added:
"So you need a good pair of boots."
Dad wasn't going to comfort a tired young man, he'd always believed that young men needed exercise, whatever it was. He knew some of Jenkins' past history, and knew that although he had been in the city before, he was not a person who was good at communicating with people.
Now it seems that he is not bad at it, but just unwilling. From the point of view of daily affairs, apart from being a little slow at times, there are really no other shortcomings.
He also didn't express any opinion on yesterday's strange situation, only thinking that it was Jenkins's "misfortune". But Dad thinks this misfortune is worth it, because in Jenkins, the "conservation of luck" is thoroughly reflected.
"Oh, just now Hesha and Michael came over and asked me to appraise something very interesting..."
Hearing this, Jenkins subconsciously turned his head to look at the counter. In the hands of the old man wearing white gloves are a pair of bronze bracelets. The vine-like patterns spread across the bracelet, making it look like it was twisted by vines. There are some rust spots on the bracelets, and it is not known whether they are real ancient objects or two tattered ones.
In the blink of an eye, this is just an ordinary item. Although it does look like an antique, it is indeed an ordinary item. Jenkins lost interest in the bracelet for a moment and continued to rest on the rocking chair.
"Oh, one more thing. I was talking to them about you just now..."
Jenkins seemed to be looking at the handcrafted shield hanging over the fireplace, but his ears twitched a few times.
The old man noticed the little action of the apprentice, so he put a smile on his face:
"It seems that you have been getting along well with them recently, and the girls all praise you."
PS: Guess who will use this feather in the end? No one guessed the rat poison last time.