"Uncle Jenkins, what's the matter with you?"
When the young girl helped Jenkins with his treatment, she called his name softly. Seeing that Jenkins didn't respond, he asked about his health again.
The fifth time travel was finally not night, but the corridors of the gallery were still empty. Brilliant sunlight poured into the gallery from the windows, there was no fog or rain outside, and Nolan’s sky was blue and white clouds.
Now only the girl next to him is here, and the familiar "Williamette" uncle reminds Jenkins of the little girl from tens of minutes ago.
Enduring strong nausea and raising his head, there was actually a picture frame on the opposite wall, only a metal statue beside the wall was placed there.
The metal statue in the state of being displayed was placed on the booth, but the metal statue was not forged from smooth metal, it was more like a splicing of complex gear structures. Jenkins does not recognize the character depicted in the metal statue, but the unique mechanical beauty and sense of order in the absurdity give Jenkins a very familiar feeling.
He inexplicably thought of [Mechanical Light].
Turning to look at the 20-year-old girl beside her, although time may have passed for a long time, I can vaguely see the features of the little girl carrying the flower basket a few minutes ago. At the same time, the facial features of the Williams family also appeared in her already opened features, which was indeed Jenkins' niece.
"Aren't you surprised I'm still young?"
If the last meeting could be interpreted as ten years, Jenkins hadn't changed much, but it should have been at least twenty years this time.
"Uncle Jenkins, what's the matter with you?"
The girl looked concerned, and she acted like Jenkins said something crazy, "Aren't you always like this?"
She raised her hand to continue treating Jenkins, but Jenkins refused.
The fact that the girl next to her is now certain to be Jenkins' blood-related niece at least shows that the Williamettes are safe in this future.
"How will you be here?"
Jenkins was tired of asking about time and key future events, and he didn't know which part to believe. So now it's gossiping to pass the time, waiting for this damn thing to end as soon as possible.
"Did you forget? It was you who asked me to go back to Nolan to give holiday gifts to friends from the past. Uncle Jenkins, are you really all right?"
"It's really fine."
Jenkins shook his head. He wanted to continue to explore the status quo of this possible future, but he couldn't find the right question. Even though he was curious about things such as "who are your aunts", his reason still prevented Jenkins from asking.
Hastily exploring the future will lead to tricks of fate, this is what Miss Audrey emphasized in class.
Seeing that Jenkins stopped talking, the girl stopped talking, and sat quietly beside Jenkins. When she was a child, it was difficult to see the details of the face, but when she grew up, she could really perceive the facial features that belonged to William.
Jenkins is happy to see future relatives, a future he likes, even if it suggests he still resides in the physical world.
I struggled a bit in my heart. Although the contradiction was extremely high, I finally decided not to ask anything. After making such a decision, I felt a lot more relaxed, and even felt that the headache in my head was a little relieved. Jenkins sighed and continued to press his temples.
It was so quiet for dozens of seconds, and clear footsteps appeared from the corner of the corridor little by little. Jenkins raised his head to look there, and a middle-aged man with a cane appeared around the corner.
He was wearing a brown formal suit, and the pocket watch chain could be seen in the pocket of his jacket, fastening the button on his chest. The age will not be more than forty years old, but it looks a little fierce, not like a serious ordinary person.
"Someone you know?"
Jenkins asked his niece.
"She does know me, but I'm here to kill her, Chrissy Williams, are you ready... huh?"
The man saw Jenkins' face, and his puzzled expression was immediately revealed. He froze for a full second before turning and running, exposing his back to the enemy's view.
But the man was too close to Jenkins just now, and the vines that spread out from the void went straight into his temple. As he fell to the ground, the phantom coin rolled to Jenkins' feet.
Jenkins bent down and picked up the incomplete sin coin and handed it to the girl next to him. By giving his niece pocket money and taking away the newspaper, he had verified that he could not "give" anything to the future, nor could he get anything from the future.
The niece Chris Williams was not surprised by Jenkins' actions. In this future, she should know some secrets of "Uncle Jenkins".
"Oh, it's crime coins~"
The girl let out a not-so-surprised exclamation, as if she had discovered that Jenkins had given her a book-day present, a stack of review materials for a math class.
"Uncle William, as I said, I don't have your luck, talent, and hard work, and I don't want to become immortal, let alone transform into those strange things. So please don't give me any more sin coins, although you are on the way The first way, but don't make me take the second way."
"Huh? Sorry, what did you say?"
Jenkins was a little puzzled, but immediately understood that his future niece was very aware of the role of sin coins at the current point in time, and those small round coins seemed to be related to the second road to immortality mentioned by Peter.
"I mean… "
Chrissy Williams paused, looking into Jenkins' face with a beautiful frown.
"Uncle Jenkins, you seem a little different today."
She took Jenkins' hand and placed it on her head, then motioned for Jenkins to stroke it. After Jenkins complied blankly, the young girl immediately showed an expression of enlightenment:
"Not skilled at all! I get it, you are Uncle Jenkins from the past!"
She showed a surprised expression, and then made a gesture of wanting to hug Jenkins, but Jenkins' sleepiness had already surged up:
"I should go. Be careful when you go out by yourself in the future."
He could only leave this sentence to his niece, then leaned back gently, closed his eyes and let the drowsiness completely overwhelm him.
"Okay, I'll keep an eye out."
Chrissy Williams opened her arms and said aggrievedly, then bit her lips and watched the man around her gradually disappear into phantoms, leaving her alone in the corridor of the gallery.
Looking at the man who fell not far from the corridor, the girl suddenly felt a little bored. Singing softly in the mouth, this is the hymn of the church:
"Praise the great God of lies, you are the pioneer of the new era, the heir of the omnipotent and omniscient, the protector of the flower girls, the lord of all chances, the patron saint of shadows. You are life, you are Death, praise you, sing praises to you..."