"Teacher, I have been doing the job of guiding Jenkins, and we get along very well."
In the brightly lit living room, Miss Audrey emphasized. Her hands tightly grasped the armrest of the seat, looking like a lioness protecting food.
"But until I show up, you're just watching him, and that doesn't even make William the real fortune-teller."
Miss Broniance paused, for hearing a carriage hurrying by in the street outside the house would have stifled the conversation.
"Williamette, don't you understand what kind of opportunity you seized?"
She asked Jenkins again. The warm yellow light of the gas lamp made everyone's faces clear.
"I know a little bit about it. If you are willing to explain it more clearly, I will be very happy."
"No, it's up to you to discover it yourself."
Hearing this, Jenkins tried not to look contemptuous, because it would be impolite to do so.
"But you have to understand that I can really help you, and I can help you now."
The middle-aged woman said again, her tone much lighter.
Jenkins stopped talking, silently stroking the cat on his lap. Miss Audrey wanted to speak, but was interrupted.
"There are a lot of strange people coming to the city, this is my tip for you."
The fortune teller's face was dimmed at that moment, and the sentence that was spoken seemed to have a deep magical power, and it was completely remembered by Jenkins immediately.
"It's kind of like the beginning of a queer story."
Jenkins said this, and then glanced outside the door:
"But whatever you're trying to do, now we might be in trouble."
The women also looked at the door, and the room was strangely quiet for a moment, and then there was a slight knock on the door suddenly:
da da da ~
The flame of the gas lamp in the room flickered for a while, and when it was restored, the light weakened a lot. On the faces of the people in front of the sofa, there were shaking shadows caused by the flames of the fireplace, and even more strange shadows of three people and one cat were projected on the tightly closed curtains.
da da da ~
The heart-pounding knock on the door sounded again, and Jenkins glanced at the fortune-tellers. Although they didn't have the eyes that Jenkins could see the monsters, they thought something was wrong.
No one spoke, and the three of them stared tacitly at the door deep in the dark hallway. Suddenly there was a sound from the window glass, as if a stone had hit it, but because the curtains were closed, the source of the stone was unknown.
All I could see were black shadows constantly patrolling outside the house, and those shadows formed a terrifying image and formed a substantial spiritual pollution. The temperature in the room is dropping, and the lights are getting dimmer.
He touched the cat lying on his lap, trying to jump up because of fear. Jenkins threw out the flame to relight the dying fireplace, and the space in front of the sofa was instantly illuminated.
But also because of this, the area outside the sofa is contrasted to be darker.
"A-04-1-6671, Uninvited Guest of the Night."
Miss Broniance frowned and said, seeing that Jenkins was still puzzled, she continued to explain:
"Quite a troublesome creep, but it should be the most common among the creeps with a danger number of '1', especially with the increase of urbanization rate in our era... This kind of thing will only appear in urban settlements In it, it appears in the form of knocking on the door of a closed house with three or more people... "
da da da ~
The knock on the door rang again, but this time it was harder and more urgent.
"Information received by survivors of the knocker incident indicates that a response must be given within five minutes of the knock on the door. Effective responses include opening the door and a loud refusal to open it..."
"Three minutes and twelve seconds."
Miss Audrey said, this is the time since the first knock on the door.
"But the key to ending the A-04-1-6671 incident is to open the door at least three times. But be careful, the number of knockers is 9, once the ninth knocker leaves without opening the door three times, then the building All of them are going to disappear. There is no clue as to where they are going…”
"Then how did you get this news?"
"Use a Class B [Extraordinary]."
"Four minutes and thirty-five seconds!"
Miss Audrey reminded loudly.
"What about the consequences of not opening the door within five minutes?"
"The knocker rushed through the door forcefully."
"Please leave, you are not welcome here!"
Jenkins shouted loudly, and the knock on the door disappeared. At the same time, both the people and the cat in the room heard the sound of footsteps gradually going away. The sound seemed to be coming from behind, very clearly.
"The second knocker will appear in three minutes, and we still have a little time. Note that anyone who tries to escape from here will be killed by unknown creatures. The performance is that the blood in the whole body evaporates within 3 seconds."
"So after opening the door, what will we encounter?"
"Dangerous and safe, there is no in-between state. A kind knocker will not be in danger, and a dangerous knocker we can't resist at all."
"What about the probability?"
Jenkins asked again, his shadow swaying gently on the curtains, forming an eerie image with the cat in his arms.
"I don't know. After all, dead people don't go to the church to report."
The three of them were still sitting on the sofa, as if the flames in the fireplace could bring them a sense of security. Miss Audrey seems to know part of the information on A-04-1-6671, but not as comprehensive as Miss Broniance.
Occasionally some details are added, but mostly listening.
Jenkins was actually skeptical about such an unlucky encounter with a monster at home. In his heart, the house on St. George's Street has always been his shelter. Since he owned it, there has never been any monster or supernatural force invading it, not even the night that the evil god son was born, it didn't dare to act rashly. broke in.
"Then why is A-04-1-6671 so bold? Just because it has a hazard level of 1?"
But fortunately, the three people in the house are not ordinary mortals, and Miss Broniance is even a demigod-level fortune-teller. When the second knocker started to knock on the door, she had already introduced the characteristics of the monster to the other two, and proposed to rely on divination to decide whether to open the door.
Of course, it is impossible to divination monsters. The content of Miss Broniance's divination is her own safety. Although one's own safety is still connected with the strange thing, it is not a divination directly aimed at the strange thing after all.
She hadn't brought enough ritual materials with her for the visit, but Jenkins, "just promoted to fourth grade," had stockpiled a new batch of materials at home in order to practice Papa's Protestant ritual.