"Do you know divination?"
Seeing Miss Capet took out the coin, Miss Knight asked hopefully.
"Sorry, I won't... But since there is no other way now, let's flip a coin to decide the next move. The heads with numbers are here to wait for dawn to explore the fog, and the tails without numbers leave here to search for other clues in the mirror world , stand up and continue to search for the way through the fog.”
This is obviously a ridiculous decision, but if you think about it carefully, there is no better way. But before Miss Capet tossed the coin, Jenkins held out his hand:
"Let me throw it, although I have never learned divination..."
In fact, I have learned, but I have learned nothing.
"But my luck is usually wonderful, and when it comes to critical issues, I can always touch the boots of the hermit."
"Touching the hermit's boots" is a common metaphor used to symbolize attaining good fortune.
The coin was tossed and then fell straight down. It should have been shaking on the ground a few times, making a crisp sound in the silent night, and then showing heads or tails. But the four of them ignored that the road here was uneven, it was a slope, so it bounced twice after landing, and rolled to the opposite side of the street.
Jenkins held the dishonest cat on his shoulder and immediately followed, followed by the women. Under the watchful eyes of four people and one cat, it just rolled in through the crack of the door of the store across the street. The probability of this is probably only a little lower than the probability that my friend is actually an unnameable god.
"Swear to the sages, I did nothing!"
Jenkins immediately raised his hand and said, worried that he would be misunderstood as manipulating him. In fact, he understands that [Stage of Destiny] is working, otherwise it cannot be explained at all.
"Go ahead and have a look."
The Huntress suggested, without directly saying she believed Jenkins.
"Coincidentally, Mr. Williams probably has a fate-like passive ability."
Miss Knight trusts Jenkins very much, and there will be absolutely no problem with the Son of the Sage Church. The reason she said casually was indeed close to the truth, and Jenkins nodded immediately.
"I have encountered similar things. It seems that the hermit is really smiling at us heretics."
Although it was very cryptic, Miss Capet, who had just met, also showed her trust in Jenkins. Her attitude is very puzzling. After all, the attitudes of the huntress and Miss Knight are the same as their positions and cognitions, but it stands to reason that this girl who just came to this city shouldn't be like Jenkins, a stranger. trust.
But in any case, the key now is to find the coin. Jenkins scanned the interior of the flower shop and found nothing unusual, and then opened the door first and walked in.
The inside of the building is equally dark, but there is no fog inside and the use of lighting equipment is not hindered. The trajectory of the coin rolling was easy to judge, so the group found it behind the counter of the store without much effort, leaning against the back of a rotting clown corpse, emitting the light of the lamps in the four hands.
"..."
No one spoke for a while, since the last time the bomb exploded just right, Jenkins once again saw the power of the [Stage of Destiny].
"I swear to the sage again, I really didn't do anything."
Jenkins said again, seeing that his companions were silent, he bent down to pick up the silver coin that was neither upright nor reversed, and handed it back to Miss Capet.
Judging from the degree of decay of the corpse, the death time of the red-haired clown may not be short. Jenkins was able to spot the extinguished light spots of the Giver on corpses that had been dead for no more than three days, but they were no longer visible on the red-haired clown's corpse.
This means that he died a long time ago, but for some reason there is no corpse smell.
The exterior of the corpse was densely packed with wounds, as if it had been cut several times by a sharp knife. But it's reasonable to imagine it being cut by sharp shards of mirrors, and the last thing this ghostly place lacks is mirror-related weirdness.
"Dead 11 days ago, don't know why decay is so slow."
Miss Capet stated her own conclusions, she didn't even touch the corpse, Jenkins guessed that this was the unique method of the [Church of Everything and Nature]. This further ruled out Jenkins' suspicion, because he had seen Miss Knight last Friday, and it was impossible for him to appear in the mirror world 11 days ago.
"It's not death in battle, it's a natural phenomenon."
The Huntress also gave a conclusion.
"He was an evil man, but not very evil."
Miss Knight went on.
Jenkins was a little embarrassed by what the women said, because he couldn't draw any conclusions.
Probably sensing Jenkins' embarrassment, the cat on the shoulder rubbed its tail against his neck, then jumped off the man's shoulder, stretched out its paws and began to pick at the funny clothes on the clown.
Jenkins understood immediately, reached out to hug his cat back, then pinched the clothes with his hands to feel the thickness, and finally found a letter hidden in the lining near his chest.
Instead of opening it, she handed the envelope to the huntress behind her. She squeezed the letter paper in her hand, then unfolded it, and read through the firelight in Miss Capet's hand beside her:
[The plan failed, the thing in the depths of the mirror turned over, and the power of the evil thing leaked out, so my reflection had unexpected strength, and I was dead.
Give up this mirror number 23 permanently, after my reflection kills me, I’m afraid it will stay here for a long time, you can’t defeat him; give up the mirror number 14, the church has already connected there; give up the mirror number 02, The sealed unknown evil has occupied there.
Sorry, I can't go on with you.]
"What's the meaning?"
Miss Knight hadn't reacted yet.
Papa ~ Papa ~
Before she finished speaking, strange noises came from the shopping street behind everyone. The four looked back, and a red ball appeared from the left side of the window, flapping and moving on the foggy street at night, and then disappeared from the right side of the window.
But soon it jumped back from the right again and was caught by a red-haired clown. The clown's face is heavily painted, those warm colors are unusually dark in the mist, the mouth is painted with white paint, but the lips that almost grin behind the ears are bright red.
His head turned ninety degrees as if it was about to be twisted, and he looked at the four people in the store with a weird smile, then raised his right hand wearing a lace glove, and placed the red ball on his nose .