The moment Jenkins touched the man, an extreme black light flickered on the gun in his hand. The bullet was fired again, but before it touched Jenkins, it was consumed by the flames around him.
Jenkins' hand finally touched the dastardly assailant, and flames spread along his clothes in an instant. Jenkins didn't want to kill him at this time, he wanted to torture the person in front of him, making him regret living in this world.
But as if he heard his thoughts, the man shot himself decisively.
The eyes of truth quickly observed different colors, and an old soul actually floated out of the young body. That is not the soul of Howard Link, the midnight serial murderer in Nolan City at all, this soul belongs to the old custodian of Snow Mountain Villa!
"I knew that attacking me that night was definitely not a coincidence! You are here for revenge!"
He wanted to stretch out his hand to grab the soul, but the gun that fell on the ground spun strangely and then fired automatically. This time it wasn't the normal brass bullet, but the white human-faced bullet that killed Chocolate just now. The small bullet went straight through the flames and hit Jenkins, and the instant he stepped back, the old soul rolled up the gun and flew into the distance.
"Don't go!"
Jenkins lay on his back in the alley and said angrily that he was too careless, and the last bullet now entered his body like a living thing. Flame has concentrated all his strength into the body to search for its trajectory, while Jenkins temporarily lost his ability to move.
"I will take revenge! I swear, no matter where you go, I will take revenge!"
Jenkins shouted hoarsely, enduring the pain and trying to get up, staggering to catch up with the disappeared soul, but accidentally fell to the ground.
He thought of the body of chocolate behind him again, and the time he spent with chocolate. The white feather appeared in his hand, and tears flowed from his eyes again.
"Meow~"
The kitten trotted to his side, and patted the man's face twice with its small paws, trying to wipe away the tears.
"Um?"
Jenkins' expression froze.
"Meow~"
It looked into the man's eyes against the bright sunset, and the remaining two golden hairs behind the ears fluttered in the evening wind.
The bullet that got into Jenkins' body was eventually wrapped in an unquenchable flame and burned to ashes. The curse carried by the terrible bullet itself is actually enough to kill most of the bestowers. Had someone else been hit instead of Jenkins, he might not have even had a chance to struggle.
If the cat hadn't kindly blocked the first special bullet just now, then Jenkins might have faced big trouble at that time. Although due to the characteristics of the gun, Jenkins subconsciously ignored the news of the Mr. Ink Club, but the gun was really not a monster, it was something more terrifying, at least with his current physical body, it was still difficult to match.
Just now, Chocolate just wanted to help Jenkins while letting him know how important he is. But it was rare to see Jenkins crying, and the cat also regretted playing dead, so it didn't covet the feather, and ran over to comfort him on its own initiative.
The "resurrection" of chocolate really excited Jenkins. He vaguely remembered seeing the cat appear again, his cheeks flushed with excitement, and he almost fainted. It was apparently the blond hair behind the cat's ears that saved it, Jenkins was absolutely sure.
After he got away from the alley, he held his cat in his arms, unable to calm down for a long time. The moment he was about to lose the chocolate, Jenkins knew how important the cat was to himself, a lonely traveler. After coming to this world, countless lives met him, and some even walked into his heart, but only chocolate was different. Jenkins knew that chocolate was different, and chocolate was the only one he could fully trust.
He hugged the cat tightly in his arms, ignoring the crowd panicked by the gunshots behind him and the police coming whistling. He went straight back to his home on St. George's Avenue, and then returned to the street with the metal block wrapped in divinity in his hands, with an extremely determined face on his face. He has now remembered about the gun, and with his own ability alone, he may not be able to retaliate against the gun. With only the last drop of divinity left, Jenkins isn't going to skimp on this one.
If he read correctly just now, the one who floated out of Link's body and took the pistol with him was actually the old key keeper who should have died in Snow Mountain Villa. Jenkins swore he was dead, the ill-aimed bullet went right into the old man's head.
"Resurrecting the dead... Occupying the body?"
This is not impossible, even ordinary people, if they get some special items, or if the bestower presides over the corresponding ceremony, there is a certain probability that they can do such a thing.
If that's the case, it would also clarify why the serial killer attacked Jenkins. He wasn't trying to make a name for himself by killing Jenkins at all, he was looking for revenge on Jenkins. Na and the key keeper wanted to avenge the bullet in the Snow Mountain Villa.
"I swear I will kill you!"
He still hasn't recovered from the sadness that his cat almost died. The anger and fear in his heart are the main reasons for his current action.
Thinking about it carefully, the key custodian dared to take revenge, and it seemed that he didn't know that Jenkins was the giver beforehand. In Snow Mountain Villa, he did not reveal his identity, and in Nolan City, from the night of the attack to the moment when he resisted the bullet just now, it was impossible for the murderer to know Jenkins' identity as a scribe.
The key keeper of Snow Mountain Villa probably doesn't know much about Jenkins, and now that he knows he is a transcendent, the probability of starting the next operation immediately is not high.
"But he will definitely not be reconciled. Judging from the kind of impatient revenge that just got his body, he will use other means."
It's not hard to guess what the vengeful keykeeper will do, but it will be from among Jenkins' relatives and friends. But it is impossible for him to know the location of Privet Drive, so it is more likely to hurt others on the snow mountain trip.
Of course, it is impossible for him to find Miss Rick and Garcia. Now, including Jenkins, no one can find them, which is considered a kind of luck. And Jenkins showed a special relationship with Hathaway and Britney during the trip, and there seems to be no special secrecy about the whereabouts of these two girls. If interested people want to find out, a simple investigation will yield results.
Thinking of this, Jenkins didn't even eat dinner, so he went to find his friends. Seeing that the sky was dark, he called out the black robe and called out the unicorn in the deserted alley, and then flew into the night sky.
PS: I know that many readers who don't care about the details are confused (cover their faces), repeat:
Howard Link: The serial murderer in Nolan City, who lived in Room 2 on the second floor of the apartment where there was a strange scene, broke into Jenkins' house one night and attacked him but was caught, escaped and was found There is a letter contact with the old key keeper of Snow Mountain Villa.
Keao Oudley: The key keeper of the Snow Mountain Villa, the serial murderer half a world ago, was killed by Jenkins during his travels, and later discovered that he had a correspondence with the young killer in Nolan City.
Special Pistol: Has undocumented properties, even partially affects Jenkins (Jenkins doesn't realize it, not because he's stupid, but because he's affected), not a creepy thing and scarier. It was purchased by the father in an unknown year, and then accidentally sold, and finally fell into the hands of Link (flesh).