No conclusions were drawn tonight, and Jenkins made no commitments or decisions. Hathaway seemed to just invite Jenkins to watch a scene, but she already understood that Jenkins seemed to be firmly protecting himself, like a small shadow in the fog, but he was really easy to understand, he did not Not complicated.
"Jenkins."
She said the name and looked at her palm, then held it tightly.
"Jenkins..."
Sometimes women can see the result without an answer, at least Hathaway can see Jenkins' true thoughts from his flustered expression.
"You can't escape!"
(Chocolate is running... )
Jenkins, who fled Hathaway's residence in a hurry, took off again in the alley, and finally let the unicorn bring him near the clock tower in the Civic Plaza of Nolan City. He climbed up the tower again, and then squatted on the edge of the tower with his cat in his arms, watching the night of the city while blowing the night wind to calm his head.
Until now, he still thinks that tonight's experience is like a dream, but he can't wake up from this beautiful dream.
"What should I do!"
He held his head and almost groaned, but a cat who couldn't speak a human language couldn't give him advice.
As for going to Alexia for help, that's even more impossible. Jenkins knows what the short lady wants, so he won't do something stupid.
"Why don't I have a friend who can safely ask these questions?"
He muttered to himself, Chocolate was squatting aside, his little paws patted his legs rhythmically.
"Chocolate, what do you think I should do?"
"Meow~"
Jenkins can't understand cat language.
"What do you say I should do?"
He asked the gray pigeon that was parked on the other side of the tower, and stretched out his hand as he spoke, with green breath on his fingers, and the pigeon immediately flew over and landed on Jenkins' finger.
But he also couldn't understand the language of the pigeons.
In the end, the pigeon flew away, and Jenkins still squatted on the edge of the clock tower with his head in his arms. He had nothing to gain except feeling a little cold.
Of course he knew that both Hathaway and Britney liked him a little bit, but on the one hand, he was unwilling to easily bring the second person into his life, and on the other hand, he couldn't be the third person in a relationship.
The incident that Chocolate almost died a few days ago gave him a warning that anyone who approached him might die due to an accident one day.
As for whether he really likes Hathaway Hessa and Britney Mihail, Jenkins naturally has his own answer.
"Oh, God, who will give me some guidance~"
If he wasn't worried about being discovered by the patrolling policemen under the clock tower, he would have yelled loudly. But no one can give him guidance, some things can only be done by himself.
The next day was the long-lost Monday. In fact, for Jenkins, the day of the week didn't matter. When he came to Papa's antique shop, Papa was about to put on his clothes and go out, carrying a suitcase in his hand.
"Are you... going on a business trip?"
"Um?"
Dad was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that Jenkins had misunderstood the suitcase.
"No, this is a funeral object in the cemetery, and I want to send it back to the church."
"I'll go."
As he spoke, he wanted to get the suitcase.
"I can go. I just have to deal with some things in the church today."
Pa motioned Jenkins to look at the bunch of keys on the counter;
"If you want, stay here and watch the store. If you have other things to do, lock the door in a while. I don't think I will be back for dinner. Today is your vacation. Don't run around and be careful of strangers."
With his back to Jenkins, he buttoned the buttons, waved his hand, and left the store with the suitcase.
"take a vacation?"
Jenkins looked at the key on the counter, "Continue to go to the abandoned cemetery to find [Should Nun Clothes]?"
This is of course impossible. The biggest crisis right now is the sealed relic that Mr. Pisco mentioned in his letter, which will erupt on Wednesday.
Not long after Dad left, Jenkins locked the store and left. While thinking about whether the sun could dry the morning clothes, he walked towards the place indicated by Mr. Pisco.
The things are hidden in the dock area, not far from Papa's antique shop. Jenkins put on a black robe in the alley, and walked for half an hour to almost see the destination.
Due to the tornado, "steam pipe explosion" and "sudden acute infectious disease" (in order to cover up those undead), the dock area was strictly supervised by the city hall.
Even though it was daytime, there were not many people here. This is very abnormal. At the end of winter every year, the ship owner will take advantage of the last free time before the sea ice melts to clean the cabin, and each warehouse will also start to clean up and inspect in full swing, preparing for the busy time that lasts for more than half a year. .
The citizens of the recent turmoil in the dock area have also heard about it for a long time, so if it is not necessary to come here, the citizens of Nolan City will never take half a step near the dock. It's a bit awkward for the man with the cat to wander around here now, but fortunately, no one came to ask him for the time being.
This time Chocolate's coat color has changed to orange and white. Its left ear is orange, and the rest of its right ear and face are white, but it still looks cute.
"Northern Avenue, Northern Avenue..."
Jenkins had never heard of the street where Mr. Pisco hid his things, and he couldn't find a map of the neighborhood, so he could only look for it slowly by looking at the street signs. It turned out that although the name of the street was "Northern Street," it was actually just a lane wider than an alley, not even wide enough for two carriages to travel at the same time.
No. 24 North Street, the destination, is a freight company. Today is Monday, so it is open, but after knocking on the door and entering, there is only a middle-aged woman knitting a sweater sitting at the reception, flipping a magazine called "Orangutan Nails" in her hand.
"What's up?"
"Yes, I'm coming... Do you need me to clean my boots, there seems to be no mat at the door."
The snow from the previous few days was slowly melting, and the street outside was full of muddy water, so the bottoms of the boots were covered with mud.
"You can rub it on the corner of the wall outside. The floor mat was washed last month, and I haven't brought it back yet."
She seemed reluctant to host Jenkins, but had to do her job anyway. After hearing that Jenkins came to pick up the things, he was not surprised, but asked him the shipping order number directly.
"What?"
Jenkins thought he had heard wrong.
"Bill number, sir. Please provide the number now, and give me the original!"
"But… "
Where does Jenkins have any freight bills.