The winter sun rises from the east, and the morning glow dyes half of the sky red. In the late winter season, the morning sun is particularly beautiful, and in a small rural town far away from the city, the first ray of sunlight shines into the small room through the gap in the curtains, and shines on the eyelids of the sleepy red-haired girl.
The eyeballs in the eyelids moved a few times, and the delicate skin seemed to reflect the soft light. The eyes opened, and there was a blank expression in the beautiful pupils. He stretched out his hand from under the quilt to cover the light, and then sat up from the bed.
Hathaway remembered what happened last night, and subconsciously looked at her pillow. Britney still hasn't woken up, and it seems that last night's "Lullaby" was too hard.
The aftereffects of using [Funeral Song] still haven't subsided. Apart from dizziness and nausea, there is also an uncomfortable soreness in the body. It might have something to do with going to bed without a change of clothes, and it was evidently some young writer who would do no wrong to send them here.
Opposite the beautiful double bed is a wooden desk, and above the desk is a decorative oil painting of a cat sleeping on the wall. And under the oil painting, Chocolate is sleeping sweetly on the blanket-like pillow cover.
Looking to the left, Jenkins is lying on his back on the sofa, his right hand dangling from the edge of the sofa almost touching the cheap rug. He slept peacefully, even though the sun was shining on his face, it didn't affect the man's sleep.
Although she didn't know what happened in the second half of the battle last night, Hathaway couldn't help showing a reassuring smile when she saw that three people and one cat were all here.
She put her hands on the back of her neck and gently turned her neck, trying to relax her muscles, but at this moment she heard the whisper of her lover in her sleep:
"...Jenkins..."
On the face full of smiles, a cloud immediately rose.
Until the three of them boarded the return carriage, Jenkins still didn't know what Hathaway's angry face was for. He had slept on the sofa all night last night, so he just woke up with a sore body.
The only rest in the carriage should be chocolate. After all, Jenkins was worried that it would not be able to sleep in a strange place, so he specially built a small nest for it. But this morning the appetite for chocolate is not as good as usual, which may be because the food provided by the hotel is not suitable for his appetite.
As for what happened last night, Jenkins had already explained it clearly during breakfast. The salesman seemed to be accomplices to the villain who fired the first shot, and after Jenkins discovered his identity, he fled quickly.
"You probably passed out from shock and sleepiness, we were terrified at the time."
"Then the shot you fired..."
"Oh, it's okay, I have a gun license. And before we set off just now, didn't the priest in the town agree to settle all this?"
Of course, the priest only got an incomplete version, and he would never find the salesman.
Jenkins told Britney this explanation, and of course the blond girl didn't believe it. Judging from the state when he woke up, when he came into the room last night, Jenkins must have been the only one who was awake, but he didn't mention how Hathaway lost consciousness at all.
This made the blonde girl couldn't help but suspect that what happened last night was a conspiracy by the man, but a few seconds later she laughed at herself for being suspicious. In every way, Jenkins Williams was a gentleman of integrity.
The carriage returned to Nolan City with the three yawning, but it was already around ten o'clock in the morning. Since Jenkins had said hello before leaving town before leaving, Pop should know why he was late.
Sure enough, when he pushed open the door of the antique shop, the old man who read the newspaper did not blame him for being late today.
"You have a long golden hair around your neckline."
"Yeah?"
Jenkins hurriedly lowered his head and pulled out the hair that belonged to Britney, which probably happened when he was carrying the girls last night.
"last night… "
"You don't need to explain to me."
Dad put down the newspaper and stopped Jenkins from saying what he was about to say. In fact, Mr. Writer had prepared a long and logical lie.
"That's nice, isn't it?"
Dad seemed to know everything.
"Um?"
Jenkins didn't understand what his father was talking about, he was taken aback for a moment, and then explained:
"I did nothing."
"I know you didn't do anything."
Pop laughed. He looked very nice now.
Stand up and put the newspaper on the counter, then pick up the envelope under the counter and hand it to Jenkins:
"I'll give you a day off today, and I happen to have something to do. But I still don't approve of you running around after the sun goes down. After all, the undead are still spying on our city."
Jenkins, who was confused, was quickly kicked out of the store by his father, but since there was a holiday, of course he would not look back and insist on continuing to work. After taking another look at the signboard of Papa's Antique Store, he turned and walked towards home.
Looking at the envelope in his hand while walking, he didn't expect it to be a letter from the old painter Grant.
"Invite me to the art exhibition?"
The art exhibition here refers to the one that the two talked about in January. The art exhibition is expected to be held at the end of the month of [The Moon of the Sun and Recovery]. The old painter wanted to thank Jenkins for authorizing him to use the illustrations of "Strange Stories Collection", so he sent him a ticket to visit.
It can be seen that the art exhibition is definitely very formal. The ticket uses a hollow design ingeniously. If it is erected and folded, it can also form the shape of a minaret. The assembly line of this era cannot make such complicated things, and every ticket should be made by hand.
"If we have time, let's go and see... I don't know if we can bring a pet cat in."
"Hi~"
Chocolate suddenly hiccupped loudly, then shyly stretched out his front paws to cover his face. Fortunately, Jenkins was still reading the letter, so he didn't pay attention to the little voice ringing in his ear.
It seemed to be heading towards home, but in fact, after leaving Fifth Queen's Road, Jenkins walked into a side alley. After walking out of the foggy alley, he has turned into a tall and thin man with a bandage on his face and a tall black hat with patches on his head.
The hat was in terrible taste, Jenkins had never seen a hat in such poor taste.
Dodging the carriages speeding down the street, Jenkins put his hands in his pockets and took Herb the White Cat for a long circle before rejoining Fifth Queens Road and from there into the Docklands.
He is going to take away the serial killer's relics, the key point of which is the soul box.