What happened today made Jenkins feel that he should treat his cat better. He is almost immortal now, and the days that cats can be with him are limited.
In order to let chocolate have unlimited fun in the limited life of the cat, Jenkins thought he should buy some small toys for it. After all, a cat with nothing but that metal nugget and life orb all day looks so pathetic.
"what do you like?"
He looked at the grocery store in this small country town and asked his cat, Chocolate meowed lazily, which probably meant it didn't matter - Jenkins guessed.
"If you like spherical toys, then we can choose this one, and then there are some toys for you to sharpen your claws. I don't know this world... Cough cough, is there a cat climbing frame in this place? I think with your nature, you should also would like it."
"Meow~"
Cat cried softly, looking up at Jenkins.
In the evening, it was the first time it saw the man crying. It's Jenkins' pet for a reason, but Chocolate doesn't like Jenkins crying anyway. It originally kept some pretending to be dead and having fun, so it tried a little bit, but it didn't expect that Jenkins almost collapsed.
It knows that this man is relying on it, this lonely man seems to be hidden behind the curtain from everyone, but in fact, he is as easy to understand as a little boy under the lights on the stage.
"Meow~"
Pussy decides to teach the damn gun a lesson, which should be easy.
It was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and Jenkins, who planned to buy toys for the cat, thought that he might not be able to return to the city tonight. Before he went to Hathaway's house, he had already said hello to Ruen's friends and postponed tonight's party, so it would be no problem to stay in the country tonight.
"I remember seeing the inn in the town from the window of the carriage just now. It may be too late to bother Britney's friends now, and there are so many of us."
He was thinking about this while looking at the "automatic cat box" in front of him, but the so-called cat box was actually a cage made of metal plates and a small steam device, which could be cleaned automatically to a certain extent. But Jenkins would never buy this kind of thing, and the gushing steam would probably hurt the chocolate. Moreover, the cat box is made of all metal, which is likely to conduct the heat of the steam oven, and the cat locked in it may be steamed.
In this era of booming steam industry, countless strange inventions were born. Only a few of them can be recognized by the public, and most of them are buried in the dust of history due to defects or other reasons.
Jenkins has the habit of checking the information about investment solicitation every day when he reads the morning paper. He didn't want to be a part of the projects of scientists and inventors, he just found the descriptions of those projects interesting.
"The cat box is cheaper. I can sell it to you for ten shillings."
The boss behind reminded.
"Do I look like a scrap metal collector?"
Jenkins joked, then shook his head. The boss also knew that the thing was useless, so he shrugged his shoulders and stopped selling it.
In fact, sometimes I think of it, chocolate is also a very magical cat. The cat has shown a fair degree of humanity since seeing it at the corner of Privet Drive on a late summer night.
Jenkins had never known a cat so smart before. Even before it drank the [Animal Wisdom Apocalypse Potion], Chocolate's intelligence was much higher than that of most animals.
"But as long as you don't leave me."
The lonely man thought so.
He is not the kind of pervert who has thoughts about small animals, but after being here for so long, Jenkins still can't fully trust anyone around him. It is very painful for a man to hold secrets, so he needs to be surrounded by creatures that he can completely trust.
Hathaway and Britney stayed in the divination room behind them for a long time, but since they heard the woman's loud noise just now, it was not convenient for Jenkins to go in. The original owner of the room, that is, the woman with a black veil and a purple veil skirt had already come out, and was standing in front of the counter talking to the grocery store owner about tomorrow's lunch—they seemed to be husband and wife.
The night gradually deepened, and in the brightly lit grocery store, the metal utensils reflected soft light. Outside the store, there are no street lights on the street, but there is not much fog in the country town.
Jenkins looked out at the street through the window, feeling a little melancholy for a moment.
Looking around, a black light spot in the distance is gradually approaching.
"finally come."
Jenkins thought to himself, wanting to turn around and tell Hathaway to get ready. But at this moment, the door of the grocery store was pushed open, and a man in a black formal suit walked in with a suitcase.
Frowning, he saw that he was just an ordinary person, his clothes were meticulous, and his black leather shoes were polished so that they could shine. But there was an unidentifiable ghost floating beside him. Thick gray smoke was floating on the outside of the ghost, so the appearance features were vague and unrecognizable.
"what happened?"
Jenkins wasn't sure if it was a coincidence, the timing was too sensitive for this man to appear at the same time as the distant black light approached.
"Hello, gentlemen, is there anyone in need of clean shoe polish from [Tekler Cleaning Company]..."
The middle-aged man is a salesman, and he is also a very skilled salesman. Even though everyone present was unwilling to buy expensive shoe polish, they didn't feel bad because of his introduction.
The spirit body next to the salesman followed behind the salesman honestly, as if it only occasionally entangled this ordinary person and wanted to give him some "surprises" in his daily life.
This kind of thing is very common, and this kind of soul that does not possess the trait of "evil spirit" usually disappears within a few months. And if you want to avoid being entangled by dead souls, then don't go to the cemetery at night, and don't approach people who have just died.
"But... is this really a coincidence? Why is it showing up now? It's all about it?"
Jenkins stood there without moving, and looked to one side from the corner of his eye. The black light spot in the distance was getting bigger and brighter, which meant that the strange thing was gradually approaching.
He carefully picked up the cat on his shoulder and tucked it into his clothes to prevent the sad scene from happening again in the afternoon. At the same time, he moved closer to the salesman with his cane in his hand:
"Hello, sir, may I have a look at your shoe polish?"
Jenkins asked in a low voice, as if he was interested.