With Mr. Pisco's "knowledge of everything", Jenkins originally thought that when he arrived at the location, there would be homeless men, newspaper children, passing wild cats and other creatures who would send keys and gold pounds.
"Is there no tracking number? Oh, yes, we also provide short-term safes. Are you here to pick up something from the safe? Please give me the key number."
Saying that, the woman at the reception opened her hand to Jenkins.
"..."
Jenkins still has no key.
The woman shook her head, sat down again and continued knitting with her legs crossed, without looking at Jenkins:
"The lost and found is on the right hand side of the door, just take what you like."
There is no formality for lost and found, but Jenkins thought it was too risky to hide keys and gold pounds here. He didn't report much hope at first, and planned to let Chocolate sneak in to look for it after leaving for a while, but he didn't expect to find a letter addressed to him in the lost and found box.
The envelope clearly states: [Mr. Jenkins Williams]
In addition, there is no sender, address, and stamps. In addition, the envelope is crumpled and the paper is not very good, so it is thrown here like garbage.
Open the envelope, there is nothing inside, and finally found a sentence inside the envelope:
"It's in the Traveler's Bank, the safe number is under the stamp on the last letter; the check code is my birthday - if you don't know it, look for it on my tombstone; the key is your house key, the locksmith when you moved , I helped find it."
"Um… "
Jenkins didn't speak for a long time.
"The last letter was obviously not delivered through the post office, but it was still affixed with a stamp. It turned out to be because of this... But, is it necessary to make such trouble?"
In fact, what he doubted more was whether Mr. Pisco was really dead. Now even if that gentleman suddenly burst out from the opposite house, Jenkins would definitely not be surprised.
But this kind of secrecy is really powerful. After the black market entrusted the "hunter" to investigate the new neighbors, Jenkins came to Traveler's Bank with the key and envelope.
Because he had to use his own key, he walked into the bank as a normal person this time. Thinking about it carefully, this is also the first time that Jenkins has entered here because of a legitimate business, so he feels inexplicably better.
All day long, he was worried that he would run into Hathaway on the road, but until now he hadn't noticed that dazzling long red hair. When the receptionist walked up to him, he was immediately startled by the red hair, but soon realized that he was worrying too much.
"Sir, are you all right?"
The receptionist looked worried, and Jenkins had acted like he was suffering from a heart attack.
Because it was a completely legal business, and Jenkins had the safe's number, verification code, and key in his hand, there was no accident in the process of taking out the brown leather suitcase.
It's just that in the meantime, the receptionist has been promoting the bank's deposit business. According to her, Traveler Bank is now planning to officially launch the business of paying high interest on deposits in the second half of this month in order to relieve ordinary people and help small property owners and businessmen.
The so-called "high amount" here is actually just higher than the interest rate that was almost non-existent before. The woman assured Jenkins that it was an "investment" that would never lose money, but Jenkins didn't want to bother with her.
When I got home, I opened the suitcase. There were no more letters in it, only a key to the apartment and a stack of gold pounds. After careful counting, it was about 2,000 pounds.
Jenkins doesn't know if he will receive letters from Mr. Piscoe in the future, but he sincerely hopes that the gentleman is not dead. Although the playwright's "knowledge" is a bit annoying, Jenkins has always expressed great kindness to his friends who have really helped him.
It was almost evening when all the required materials were collected in the black market. Mr. Piscoe's money was spent and there was less than a pound left, and when he got out of the carriage and looked up at the apartment, he heard the driver's asking price, and he knew that the remaining money was just enough. fare.
"Really, won't you leave me the fare for the car going home?"
He complained half-jokingly.
After thinking for a long time, he still put on the black robe and knocked on the door of the apartment with the cat. It was still the landlady who opened the door. After listening to Jenkins' introduction suspiciously, she looked down at the key he was holding:
"Since you are Pisco's friend and collected his relics for him, why didn't I see you at the funeral?"
"I was not in my country some time ago, I am a businessman."
He said in Mr. Candle's "foreign accent", "I just received the letter he sent me during his lifetime last month. The key is in the envelope."
The landlady looked at it for a long time before letting the stranger in, but only this time, and this time he had to pack up his things and never come back again.
Mr. Pisco's apartment is now empty and all his belongings are now in the basement. The basement of the apartment was damp and cold, and the landlady didn't seem to have any plans to renovate it and rent it out to others.
There was no gas line in the basement, so Jenkins had to hold candles for light. The landlord did not follow, but only told Jenkins to hurry up, and to watch his cat not to run around at will.
The ground is covered with plaster, and large and small cardboard boxes are stacked together like a hill. There are some cobwebs in the corner, and under the cobwebs is an old-fashioned weaving machine in a badly rusted condition.
After confirming that the landlord had gone far away, Jenkins touched the chocolate on his shoulder, then used the [Eye of Reality] to look around, and saw a faint aura in the innermost part of the basement.
The wall was obscured by debris, and Jenkins took some effort to remove the debris, but all he could see was a dirty wall.
Touching the wall with your hands seems to have pierced a transparent water film. The spirit in the body automatically flowed out, and then a door appeared on the wall.
"It's easy."
Jenkins sighed, then placed the chocolate on the cardboard box aside, and summoned another phantom to stand in place.
"Wait for me here for two hours. I'll go down and have a look. If there is any danger, come back immediately. If you feel that I have been there for too long, can you go directly to the church?"
"Meow~"
Chocolate nodded obediently, and looked up at Jenkins. Jenkins was very happy that his cat was so well-behaved, so he opened the door with a suitcase containing materials and a candle.