"Please don't be so troublesome, I will leave soon and won't go in... That's it, huh~"
In the snow scene on St. George's Avenue, the homeless man and Jenkins are talking through the fence. The former exhaled hot air into his hands, and his eyes looked over the hair that was twisted up because he hadn't washed it for a long time. Look into Jenkins' face.
"Mr. Piscoe did me a huge favor last fall, or I might not be alive today. In return, I agreed to help him with two things on the agreed date. The first was last week's very rude Wake you up, Mr. Piscoe told me, if you were home that morning, then I need to give you this letter tonight, otherwise I will come back tomorrow night."
As he spoke, he took out a crumpled white envelope from his coat pocket. The envelope is already a little yellowed, but nothing serious. After Jenkins took it, he felt a little warm, which was warmed by the scavengers' body.
"Oh yes, it's Mr. Pisco's handwriting. Thank you very much, please wait..."
As he spoke, Jenkins reached into his pocket to look for coins. But the scavengers had already moved away from the fence, and walked backwards towards the street with their necks curled up.
"Don't do that, Mr. Generosity. This is done in return for Mr. Pisco's kindness. You don't need to give me any money, no..."
After finishing speaking, he ignored Jenkins, shrank his neck, put his hands in the pockets of the ragged cotton coat, and walked quickly into the distant night.
Jenkins stood at the gate of the fence and did not return to the house until the man was completely out of sight. He held the crumpled envelope in his right hand and felt nothing heavy, so there was only paper inside.
After coming to the living room, I checked the wax seal of the envelope, and then opened the envelope with a knife. The curious cat also came over at this time, wanting to see what's inside.
Inside the envelope are two sheets of ordinary letter paper, the price is moderate and suitable for anyone with some income. The first is in the center, with the following two lines of italic characters written in dark blue ink, these two lines of words are not bound by horizontal lines:
[Mr. Williams, it's me. I forgive you for peeking at the photo in my hand after my death. While I am not dead when I write these words, I know you will.]
[There are only two pages in the envelope.]
"Um… "
Mr. Pisco successfully predicted the future. When he saw the photo in the hands of the dead body, Jenkins was sad for a while.
The second letter paper is also a simple two-line text. Judging from the final inscription date, it was written before and after the Twin Devils incident, when Jenkins just came to this world:
[Mr. Williams, I am sorry to bother you after death. But this thing is very, very important. My choice of lodging was not a random choice. Downstairs of that apartment building, there is a small ruin connected to the underground mine. A dangerous creature in the ruins will escape from the seal on February 13, please enter the ruins to strengthen the seal before then.]
[Another: The rent of the apartment (including the basement) will be due at the end of February, and I have put the key in the location in the appendix. Please don't tell the church about this, trust me, you're safest going in there alone.]
[Another thing: I also put the method of strengthening the seal in the appendix. The keys are kept with a sum of money that you can use to make purchases.]
[Don't worry, I'm really dead.]
Time seemed to go back to the night of October 31. Mr. Pisco, who was sitting in front of the fireplace in the apartment, told Jenkins what he should do in an omniscient tone. And even as Jenkins watched Mr. Pisco take his last breath in his apartment the night before, Jenkins still wonders if he is really dead.
This letter is really weird, and the playwright successfully predicted everything.
"Just one page of the epic of the years, can it have such a powerful effect?"
He couldn't help muttering to himself, and the cat lying on the side watching the fun immediately nodded his head quickly.
I checked the letter paper several times back and forth, and put it on the coffee table after confirming that there were no missing details. It's really troublesome now, the matter of the undead has not been resolved, and Mr. Pisco has sent another big trouble.
Of course he will seal the thing as required, and he really doesn't plan to bring friends with him, and he doesn't notify the church. Even though Mr. Pisco's behavior of delivering the letter this time was extremely weird, he was still a trustworthy person.
"February 13th...next Wednesday."
He frowned, feeling that there were too many things to squeeze his time. It would be the most stupid thing to go there with the final date, because today is the weekend. Thinking about it this way, Jenkins will have to investigate tomorrow so that he can prepare for the seal before next Wednesday.
"Sage, are you kidding me?"
He covered his forehead, feeling a little irritated. Throw out the flame and light the fireplace, turn around and go to the window to open the window, wanting to take a breath.
Afterwards, Miss Yindi was seen walking into the empty house next door.
"Um… "
He clicked his lips, then turned to look at the cat behind him. Chocolate yawned and crawled on the back of the sofa playing with the Orb of Life. It skillfully pushed the round bead back and forth with its small paws. Even though the back of the sofa was not flat, the bead never rolled down.
"It's real chocolate, it seems I'm not dreaming."
He took a deep breath and then exhaled, feeling all the pollutants in the air outside the window being sucked into his lungs.
Close the window, turn around, grab the Life Orb and inhale into the spirit, then pick up the reluctant cat, and change into your coat and boots in the hallway. He opened the door and walked out of his home, turned to the left after leaving the yard, and then rang the bell at the fence of the Goodman family.
The lights in the Goodman house were still on, indicating that the family was still asleep. Soon, Mr. Goodman opened the door and stretched out his head. Seeing that it was Jenkins visiting, he immediately laughed enthusiastically and took off the anti-theft chain.
Their domestic cat slipped out through the crack of the door first, but when they looked up and saw the chocolate on Jenkins' shoulder, they immediately ran back in a desperate manner.
"Mr. Williams, please come in!"
Mr. Goodman walked out in slippers, opened the gate and wanted to invite Jenkins in:
"It just so happened that we baked some pies after dinner. You can try it too. It's delicious."
"No no, thank you for the invitation."
Jenkins quickly waved his hand:
"I'm sorry to bother you so late, it's like this..."