There is still some light in the house at 13 St. George Street. Now it is a combination of 13 and 12, but the original number is still hanging.
The short lady looked suspiciously at Jenkins' face, and nodded after a long time;
"Well then, I'm always here to help you... Good night, Jenkins."
"Good night, Alexia, and sweet dreams."
Afterwards, only the man and his cat were left in the room.
Chocolate gradually fell asleep, and Jenkins sat for a while before getting up and placing it on the soft cushion beside him. After changing into his pajamas and getting a glass of ice water, he walked up the stairs to the second floor in the dark without turning on the light. Open the door on the side and come to the modified deck.
The nights at the end of winter are really cold and the weather is not very good. Jenkins originally wanted to look at the stars, but now he looked up and saw only the black night.
He took a sip from his glass, shaking from the ice water that slid down his throat. But it relieved the drowsiness very well, and Jenkins felt much more awake now.
He tried his best to open his eyes, using his real eyes to observe the city he was facing at the moment, large and small light spots appeared in his sight, and there were many black auras among them. But the only thing missing was the shape of the sword. Jenkins knew that finding the enemy was the biggest difficulty facing everyone at present.
The protoss once promised to help Jenkins with all its strength, and if he still hasn't found a new divinity before the decisive battle with the skull sword, then he can only rely on the power of the protoss. He has no doubts about whether the Protoss can defeat the Skeleton Sword, no matter how powerful that sword is, it will not be an opponent of the Guardians of the Stars. It's just that if the opponent cannot be found in time, even if the protoss solves the sword, the plague and the undead army will still cause permanent damage to this peaceful city.
On Friday morning, the headlines of the newspapers reported that the plague might hit the city of Nolan. But it is a bit different from what Jenkins thought. The statement given by the newspaper did not mention the plague thirty years ago, but pointed out that since the beginning of last winter, the flu that has swept across the city has shown a completely different attitude from the past. .
Although its fatality rate is no different from that of common colds, its infectivity has been greatly enhanced. Officials from the Kingdom's health and epidemic prevention department came to Nolan City to conduct on-the-spot investigations, and cooperated with the hospital and the church to conduct an autopsy on the body of the deceased.
The final conclusion is that after the death of the flu patient, the germs in the body have begun to mutate, which is very likely to lead to a deadly plague caused by the corpse, so the citizens should be prepared for disaster prevention.
Both "Nolan Daily" and "Rhône News" used a lot of space to popularize science and disaster prevention methods, but left and right were nothing more than washing hands frequently, not drinking raw water, and staying away from dead poultry and human corpses.
At the same time, almost all the newspapers reported the "Notice on the Current Draft of Nolan City Funeral Management Methods" urgently released by the city hall. Judging from the paper in which the mayor's name was signed, the date of the signing appears to have been yesterday.
The decree requires that, from now on, all corpses be cremated strictly before they can be allowed to be buried. At the same time, in order to prevent the plague, the mortuary time should not exceed 36 hours.
It was a rather harsh decision, and it was done without any prior consultation. The sudden decree represents a severe situation, so that even citizens who don't know the truth can feel the seriousness and danger of the matter.
Jenkins usually spends half an hour eating breakfast on weekdays, but today he spent nearly an hour for breakfast because he has been reading the newspaper. But the food was not wasted because it was cold. While Jenkins was concentrating on understanding the news, his cat had sneaked onto the table, effectively preventing the food from being wasted.
Since the news of the plague suddenly grabbed the front page, the tornado and the gray snow that happened at noon yesterday could only be squeezed to the back of the page.
There is nothing to say about the tornado. The newspaper thinks it is a natural disaster that cannot be predicted by human beings. The reporter who wrote that story spent most of his time exaggerating the tornado's toll, reporting on "innocent citizens missing," "buildings destroyed," and "blow-up trash smashing shop windows" and more. , but without any live photos.
The gray snow has been widely discussed, and the results of the discussion are very consistent-it is a rare natural phenomenon caused by turbid air. The original color of the snowflakes is white, but in the process of forming and falling, they are contaminated with complex pollutants in the air, which makes them look like this.
The three newspapers that Jenkins ordered were all attacking the city's environmental problems, but none of them dared to point out that the number of respiratory and lung disease cases admitted to the major hospitals in Nolan City was showing a trend of rapid increase year by year.
If the possible plague can be linked to air pollution, then the air problem will be solved. Too bad those people wouldn't allow the newspaper to write that story.
Now there are two more wanted notices in the newspaper, one is the murderer who escaped from prison the day before yesterday, it seems that the church has not realized that he is dead, and the other is a pencil sketch of the young man who had a big fight with Jenkins yesterday appearance.
The identity and danger level of this person are clearly stated below the wanted notice, and the names of Provence Luca and Wilkawang are even stated.
It's a pity that Jenkins didn't get his hair, otherwise he could be seriously injured even if he couldn't be killed immediately with the [Curse of Disease] spell.
Jenkins went out this morning, overcast but not snowy, and saw a newly-posted wanted notice on a light pole on St. George's Avenue. When he stopped to watch, he met his neighbor, Mr. Goodman, who was going to work. The middle-aged man greeted Jenkins with a smile, but put on a mask:
"Mr. Williams, are you going out so early today?"
His voice was muffled and hoarse, hoping he didn't have the flu.
Usually, when Mr. Goodman left the house, Jenkins had just gone out in his pajamas to get milk and a newspaper. But today he got up an hour earlier, so the two met here.
After briefly complaining about the weather, the two talked about the plague warning in the newspaper. Mr. Goodman was so sad that even if no one reminded him, he immediately thought of the disaster thirty years ago. Goodman was only a teenager at that time, but he never forgot the tragedy caused by the plague all his life.