The dance party lasted until around nine o'clock in the evening, and most of the people seemed to be full of excitement. Both the gentlemen and the girls blushed, and some even suggested to have some fun elsewhere.
Jenkins has always been curious about what the second floor of the house was used for, which was also opened for proms. But both Hathaway and Britney forbade Jenkins to inquire, and both took advantage of being alone with Jenkins to hint that they could answer this question for him in the future.
First of all, I sent Hathaway and Britney home. After thinking for a long time, I didn't decide who to invite to the family dinner at the end of the month. Headed back to St. George's with a headache, probably drunk from too much grape juice.
Jenkins' house was lit, which meant someone was inside. After opening the door, he saw his father, who was sitting on the sofa with a pair of glasses and looking at a stack of documents.
"Good evening, would you like some tea?"
Jenkins put the cat down and was about to go to the kitchen.
"No, I have something to tell you. Go change your clothes first, and wipe off the lipstick marks on your face."
"Um?"
Jenkins finally understood why the driver's eyes kept being strange on the way back.
The lipstick marks on his face were probably left by his female companions when they kissed their cheeks when they parted. When looking in the mirror, Jenkins stared at it carefully for a while, and then was startled by the black tentacles dancing in the depths of the mirror.
"Chocolate, I've said it many times, don't wag your tail behind me when I look in the mirror!"
He warned loudly, and the cat immediately trotted out through the bathroom door.
After changing out of the somewhat restrained formal clothes and returning to the living room, my father had already covered the coffee table with those document papers.
He motioned for Jenkins to sit down, and Jenkins nodded, seeing a list of goods against the edge of the table.
"It's actually not a big deal. Something happened in the store after you left at noon today. It's hard to describe..."
"whats the matter?"
Jenkins asked curiously, and he also saw clearly that the table was covered with the purchase order and delivery order of the antique shop.
That's the kind of stuff that Dad hasn't let him take over at the moment, because there's something in those lists that Jenkins doesn't know about.
"The problem is, I forgot what it was."
Dad took a breath, his tone very confused.
"You know that feeling when you clearly forgot something, but you just don't know what you forgot?"
"I probably understand."
Jenkins expressed his affirmation very uncertainly.
"So, between the time you left the antique shop and lunch, definitely something happened, but I can't recall it at all."
He put the last list in his hand on the only empty space on the table, and motioned for Jenkins to look it up.
"It probably started at some point in the afternoon. I vaguely realized that a product was sold in the morning, but there was a force preventing me from recalling what it was."
"Why don't you report to the church, or directly call the sage's gaze, to erase the power that affects the memory?"
Jenkins suggested.
"I tried it, and the sage's gaze reminded me that what I sold was a weapon, an antique weapon. But the influence on the memory is continuous, and the sage can help me eliminate it, but once his gaze disappears , this effect reappears.
"Write it on paper? Write it on paper while you have memory?"
Jenkins asked again.
"It didn't work, I'm pretty sure now that I must have acquired a weapon at some point in the past that couldn't be recorded. The power is very strange, in fact, when I went to the church for help, I couldn't make any People keep memories of what I say."
Having said that, Dad looked at Jenkins seriously:
"That is to say, you are the first person other than me who can understand and remember this matter."
"Oh~"
Jenkins sighed, in fact to hide the fact that he didn't know what to say.
"So what now?"
"The slower way is to wait for Bevanna to come back. She is a demigod, and she may be immune to this kind of memory interference. But she won't be able to return to the parish until at least tomorrow night. I'm afraid that thing will cause trouble during this period." .”
"There is more than one demigod in Nolan City."
Jenkins proposed.
"Unless it is absolutely necessary, we generally do not seek help from heretics."
Dad shook his head and refused, at the same time pointing to the papers on the table.
"And the remaining way is to check the store's inventory. Because of a numbered item out of control incident five years ago, the concept of an antique store's inventory itself has extraordinary power. I think there may be some clues in it. "
Jenkins heard his father mention this once, when someone sold a batch of old books in an antique store, but they mixed pages from B-10-1-8211 "Books in Books". This is a rather dangerous Type B [Supernatural], capable of changing the concept itself to a certain extent.
Luckily that time, Dad noticed the clues before the power of the page was completely out of control. But even so, part of the power of the page was still leaked, and Papa's Antique Store had to be closed for two months, waiting for the power to dissipate.
Since then, [Papa's Antique Store inventory] has never been wrong, and both Papa and the Church believe that it is the power of B-10-1-8211 at work. Because this is not a negative impact, the church did not act on it. In the past few years, Dad only regarded it as a convenience, but tonight it unexpectedly worked.
Checking the complicated list of goods is a very troublesome thing, otherwise Dad and He would not invite Jenkins to work together. The two checked until early in the morning, and Chocolate had already woken up twice before discovering clues in the transaction records in the summer three years ago.
A complete purchase record should include the time, place, payment, and trader, etc. In addition, Dad will also paste the corresponding receipt on the back of the record. The record that was found to be problematic had all the items, but Jenkins checked twice before realizing that those items were exactly the same as the record at the same time a year ago.
This is hard to detect if you don't have a good memory.
"That is to say, the unrecordability of that unknown weapon conflicted with the remaining power of B-10-1-8211, resulting in a wrong record, although it was kept."
Jenkins summed it up like this.
"Probably so, let me see the name of the item—"
The old man stretched out his finger and pressed it on the paper, and the small characters written in dark blue ink were right under his finger:
[Antique gun (unknown model, unknown production date, unknown origin)]