Fortune tellers like to say half and leave half when explaining predictions or divination results, and sometimes they even say less than half. Just like this time, Miss Audrey didn't want to explain what the "grand performance" refers to. She just told Jenkins not to care, fate always favors those who don't know anything.
"You should be very interested in why this place was abandoned?"
"... the construction method is unreasonable, so that it becomes a dangerous building?"
The woman was left silent for a long time by Jenkins' simple guess. She gave up trying to refute Jenkins' words, but continued to explain on her own:
"An extremely terrible thing happened here. All five members of the family living in the house were killed. Among them, three people died tragically here on the second floor where we were standing. Since then, there have been constant haunting incidents. Pedestrians passing by or farmers working witnessed it, and gradually, no one dared to approach this place any more.”
She looked at the thoughtful Jenkins:
"I know that you have often encountered similar things recently, so the content of today's test is: before midnight, find out the truth about what happened here that year."
"The truth here?"
Jenkins repeated the task requirements, and then looked around the somewhat empty second floor, where only the traces of time remained:
"Sorry, but... the truth here, hasn't it been investigated?"
"No, the police department has not found any conclusions so far. This is an unsolved case."
Miss Audrey nodded, and then reminded:
"There was no trace of supernatural power involved in this incident, so the Orthodox Church did not participate in the investigation. When I found this place around Nolan, I conducted a more complicated divination. What happened here was more complicated than I imagined." It's even more complicated."
This clearly shows that the tragedy here is related to extraordinary power. And once extraordinary power is involved, the investigation will obviously be more complicated.
"Do you limit me to what method to investigate?"
Jenkins asked again that his usual investigative methods had nothing to do with divination.
"No limit, but I hope you can remember that this is a divination class, so during the investigation, please try to use divination."
"I see."
Jenkins nodded again, and then took out the women's pocket watch from his pocket. It was 6:47 in the evening, and it was still a long time before midnight, so he could take his time.
There are very few relics left in the house, and the second floor is even more unobstructed, and Jenkins doesn't know how the police who investigated back then collected the evidence. He can only assume that the police were completely irresponsible back then, so now the house needs to be searched from scratch.
It is impossible for Miss Audrey to propose tasks that cannot be completed, and Jenkins believes that he can achieve something.
The most obvious thing about the second floor was the double bed, and that's where Jenkins decided to start. He took a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on—a must for an apprentice in an antique shop—and tiptoed to touch the gauze over his head.
"The quality is really good, and I think it was very expensive back then."
While talking, he looked back expectantly at Miss Audrey, who did not answer.
There was no trademark on the rest of the gauze, Jenkins checked it briefly, and looked down at the empty bed board, God knows where the original paraphernalia went.
Those boards are now rotten, and they can be called wood residue. Even if there was possible evidence, it is probably gone now. But Jenkins, as an apprentice in an antique shop, didn't waste his time teasing chocolate at Dad's all day long. He picked up a piece of wood and sniffed it in front of his nose:
"Is this... Costa Oak?"
This kind of tree is not uncommon, and it is distributed almost all over the continent. But the problem is that according to the customs of the country, this is a low-grade wood specially used as a coffin material. Using this kind of thing as a bed board, in the eyes of ordinary citizens, is no different from sleeping directly in the tomb.
"Yes, indeed Costa Oak."
Jenkins muttered to himself, but this time it was an affirmative sentence, he would not mistake the smell. The smell of decaying Costa oak is very distinctive, and a similar smell can sometimes be smelled from cheap funerary objects.
"It's really interesting. Why is this kind of wood used?"
Jenkins muttered under his breath, bent down and swept under the bed with his cane, but nothing came out.
"Can I ask the cause of death of the victim who lives here?"
He turned around and asked, wishing to know more details.
"Shooting."
Miss Audrey said that she didn't hide a little bit. She has been standing by the window with the chocolate. The cat is a little uncomfortable with the cold environment here, and seems to want to go home.
"Shooting... ok."
Nodding, he checked the bed board again, hoping to find bullet holes, but unexpectedly found a small hole in the corner of the bed board.
"The size? A coffin nail?"
He couldn't believe his own judgment, but judging from his accumulated experience, it was indeed very similar to the marks of the coffin nails. And if this is the case, then the residents here did not just use coffin materials to make bed boards, but directly made coffin boards into bed boards.
"Are there any strange customs here? Or do they have to?"
Jenkins couldn't find a reasonable explanation.
Because he couldn't find any other clues, he temporarily gave up and continued to check the bed. Holding the cane, he came to the wall again, but the rusty steam pipe could not give further investigation direction.
Sighing, he emptied his head and closed his eyes to make his mind clear. He stood there like this, hoping to get hints from inspiration through divination, but maybe he really didn't have the talent for divination.
Sighing, he looked directly at his feet. In fact, he noticed a faint spiritual light underground from a long distance away, but the conclusions he drew with the eyes of truth were always suspected of "cheating".
Now that Miss Audrey does not limit any method, it is not unacceptable to take a shortcut.
"Is there a basement under the house?"
he asked directly.
"Oh? How did you know?"
"Inspiration told me."
Jenkins nodded, answering in the affirmative.
The entrance to the basement was under the floor at the southeast corner of the first floor, and Miss Audrey believed that the police hadn't discovered this place.
After opening the entrance, a stale and rotten smell came over his face. Jenkins had to wait for nearly twenty minutes before he dared to enter. At the same time, he smelled some unusual smells.