"Value-added service is to provide a way to leave the mirror world."
The insurance salesman stopped talking nonsense to Jenkins and said it very directly. He held out the business card again, and Jenkins froze for a moment, then walked quickly to him after a while, and stretched out his hand to take the business card back.
In fact, he has never heard of B-04-4-5611 [Traveling Insurance Company]. This may be the number that was eliminated, so naturally he does not know the corresponding characteristics of this [Extraordinary]. But he really needs to get out of the strange situation now, and the priesthood of [lie] so far has not given any warning.
Of course, Mr. Writer will not let down his vigilance because of this, after all, what he is best at is "true lies".
"The way to leave the mirror world?"
Jenkins repeated the phrase.
"Yes, as long as you buy my insurance, I will tell you how to leave the mirror world."
"Without any hidden agreement?"
"Yes, without attachment."
The salesman nods.
"Will you, in the pattern of the document paper, write terms that I can't understand in ancient characters that I can't understand?"
The corner of the insurance salesman's mouth trembled:
"Sir, I am a salesman selling insurance, not a devil who buys souls, please understand this."
As he spoke, he took out a stack of papers from his briefcase and handed them to Jenkins. This time, the paper had a rich aura no less than that of the insurance salesman himself.
"Look, this is an insurance contract. You can sign it with me after you understand it. It's completely fine."
While the salesman seemed unreliable, the sloppy handwritten business card lowered Jenkins' opinion of him. But the contract is definitely a formal standard contract, which clearly stipulates the rights and obligations of Party A and Party B.
Jenkins also saw the characteristics of B-04-4-5611 from the contract. First of all, of course, the insurance fee he collected was not the money or extraordinary items circulating in the human world, but the life span of the relatives or friends of the insurance signatories.
This lifespan is drawn randomly. Maybe the cousin was drawn for 30 years and the parents for 1 second, or all the relatives around died, but the wife next to the pillow was fine.
The second is the compensation method of insurance. Of course, the judgment of compensation is whether the insured item is damaged, and the compensation method is to extract the lifespan of relatives or friends, and repair the damaged item equivalently.
In other words, an insurance salesman can earn life by changing hands, and he doesn't need to consume his wealth or strength to pay for it.
"So, are you sure you won't lose money?"
"certainly."
Speaking of this, the salesman proudly puffed up his chest:
"I'm the best salesman ever at Troll Insurance Company! The lifespan I sold is longer than the age of the oldest living dragon!"
"Will anyone really buy this kind of insurance that loses money at first glance?"
Jenkins asked again.
"Sir, you must know that not everyone can see clearly what is written in the contract."
He smiled and bowed politely before Jenkins could react.
"You see, it was an honor to meet you. You needn't doubt that I know who you are, and we should tacitly say nothing about it."
Jenkins took a breath, and the choking question in the air stimulated his nerves, making his head suddenly clear.
He looked at the man across from him suspiciously. Even compared with all the [Supernatural] figures he had seen before, this man looked too normal.
"So, what do you want me for? It's not just about selling insurance, is it?"
"I need someone to take me out."
The priesthood of lies is still unresponsive.
"But you should be able to go out at any time. Although the mirror world is a mystery to human beings, it should not be difficult for an existence like you to get in and out of here."
Chocolate lay quietly on Jenkins' shoulders, and the cat's short black and white fur swayed imperceptibly in the afternoon wind. It looked down the bridge curiously, then opened its mouth wide and yawned, wanting to stretch but worried that its hind paws would kick Jenkins.
"Meow~"
It's homesick, and Mirror World is no more fun than the blanket on the counter at Papa's Antiques.
"When I entered the mirror world, it was the 13th era, the era when human civilization was in decline..."
The salesman did not directly answer Jenkins' question, but calmly told his own story.
He turned his head to look at the river. The river had already thawed in early spring, and the uneven appearance reminded people of the long time and space and the fate of turning around.
"After that era, there was no insurance business, so I lost the value of existence. But now that human civilization has come to this point again, I think it's time for me to go out... The existence that started the 'insurance' personally led me out …”
The appearance of ABC items is in line with the times. Items that appear in each era must match the development of each era. This was the conclusion Jenkins had reached when he was collecting information on creepy things. At that time, he was still guessing whether this was some kind of rule or some kind of restriction.
In the era without guns, there has never been any monsters related to "guns"; in the era without steam machinery, there has never been any extraordinary things related to it...
The emergence of these things has always catered to the times, rather than driving the development of the times. Jenkins understood this even more when he saw the insurance salesman today.
"Let me 'lead' you out."
An illusion of sudden enlightenment appeared in his heart. Jenkins thought that he should understand a very important thing, but he just couldn't understand what he should understand. The feeling of madness made him want to yell loudly, but he can still control his emotions now.
"The Opener Leads... Special Items and Era..."
The answer seemed to be on his lips, but he couldn't get it out. The bad mood surged up, and Jenkins took a breath to suppress it.
He touched his cat, and was pushed away by the cat with a look of disgust, and his mood was finally calmed down.
"Why, do you want to buy my insurance? It's a good deal."
The salesman asked enthusiastically again, but he already knew the answer.
"I will report your matter to the Orthodox Church, and even if you go out, you will be strictly guarded against."
Jenkins said seriously.
"Sir, an existence like mine has always been strictly guarded against, but... can it really be guarded against?"
The insurance salesman chuckled, took a pen from his bag and handed it to Jenkins, indicating that he could make a decision.