PS: Jenkins is awakening.

　　 Another: Some people are looking forward to something ‘pleasant to hear’. To make it clear, the protagonist of this book, cat lover Jenkins, is definitely a normal adult male. The persistent Yang Wei is the label of the Japanese light novel male pig's feet, not this book. Since it is an overhead world similar to the Victorian period, some plots must be closer to the customs of that era, such as chaotic relationships between men and women, lovers and mistresses, so that they will not be played. Some people want to see no women, but based on the background of the times, it is impossible. Unless Jenkins becomes a Japanese light novel male pig's foot, or is more resident than the current life trajectory, he will definitely contact women. Regardless of whether you are inclined towards no female lead, single female lead, or multiple female lead, you can express your opinions as much as possible-anyway, I will not change the plot.

　　 slipped away.

Chapter 273 Chapter 269: The Son of the Mist and the Undead

　　 The newspaper was specially equipped with a picture from the scene of the murder. It was a broken window, and glass **** and debris in the room were scattered all over the floor. It can be seen that the room is decorated like a study. In front of the desk in the upper left corner of the black and white photo, a blood-stained hand was suddenly stretched out, and the position of the corpse was drawn with chalk around the hand.

　　 This is considered the most interesting news in today's newspaper, because the author of the report laughed at Parcival from line to line, but he didn't expect Nolan's situation to be better.

　　 It may be because Jenkins left the bed early, and Chocolate woke up early today. It slowly walked down the stairs, jumped from the penultimate step to the carpet, then jumped onto the chair, and jumped to the milk basin on the table.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Such a call is regarded as a greeting to Jenkins.

Generally speaking, the breakfasts of the nobles and merchants of this era are very rich, including but not limited to boiled lobster, offal meatballs, cold cut meat, meat pies, bacon, etc., which are made by the chef’s craftsmanship and leftovers last night What to decide. This sounds very exaggerated, but it is the case, and there are even news of eating breakfast every year. People believe that a rich breakfast can keep the diners active throughout the day and be energetic before the next meal.

　　 This is also one of the main reasons for obesity and frequent complications.

　　 As for the middle class, that is, people like Jenkins, breakfast will be relatively simple, but it will never be easy to deal with. But a single man has to prepare his own breakfast, he himself is not a person who likes to cook, so he just stays alive to deal with it.

　　 Speaking of it, the flame of the gift candle can now be freely controlled outside the range of the candle's heart, and it is better to use it for frying eggs. This also saves some gas costs.

　　Because of the deal with Miss Magic, Jenkins is determined to live a hard life in order to reawaken his stingy character.

　　 "The price of eggs has gone up again."

　　 With some distress, he picked one out with his right hand, tapped it gently on the side of the bowl, and then squeezed it hard to let the egg white and egg white fall into the bowl. After mixing with the chopsticks drawn half a month ago, pour the boiling water in, and the breakfast is basically completed.

　　 I also need to heat the slices of bread with a flame. White bread made of this kind of refined grain is not cheap, but Jenkins can't stand black bread. When that kind of thing becomes hard, it can kill mice.

　　 After eating, Jenkins did not plan to go out for the time being, but took out the letter from Mr. W to Mr. Clark that he obtained from the cabin yesterday. Although I don't know what exactly these two people are doing, it can be seen from the dialogue between the lines that they should also be characters like cultists.

　　 Randomly flipped through the materials and letters that he did not search yesterday, and picked up an envelope that was once sealed with red sealing wax. The pattern on the sealing wax is engraved with a cross with a circular upper part.

　　 "Encore Cross?"

　　 This is a commonly used occult symbol that represents immortality and rebirth. It is very similar to a certain Egyptian script in the previous life, but it is just a coincidence.

　　 He turned out the letter in the envelope. The first title at the beginning almost made him squirt the milk out of his mouth:

　　Mr. Clark.

　　 "Mr. Clark again? Wait, is this surname familiar?"

　　 Touching the chocolate on the side, Jenkins only feels that there is no chance but inevitable in this world.

　　 The owner of this letter does not have a signature, but from the content of the letter, it can be known that the place of the letter should not be in Nolan, and the person who wrote the letter is a believer of [The Undead Lord].

　　 Rubbing the surface of the letter with his hand, the hemp paper is quite rough. The writer was quite cautious, so apart from the identity seen by Jenkins, he did not disclose any valid information. It was just that the proprietary word "undead" was repeatedly mentioned, and even made Jenkins suspect that it was related to the ability of the burned letter found in New Truman City.

　　 "It wouldn't be so coincidental, would it?"

　　 He saw "Mr. Clark" at the beginning of the letter in a blink of an eye, and he felt it might be just such a coincidence.

　　 He found quite a lot of these materials. After reading them all, it was about ten o'clock in the morning. The dinner plate in front of Jenkins was not cleaned, and even the remaining half a cup of milk was completely cold.

　　 The Mr. Clark I saw in the first letter was actually the history teacher of Newman Williams School who liked to read newspapers to coachmen. This can be read from the follow-up letter, and on the note on the method against A-11-02-3219, the [Child of the Mist] plan mentioned in it seems to be related to the workers' riots that occurred the night the twin demon appeared.

　　According to the data, Mr. C, that is, Mr. Clark, as a member of a large organization, is responsible for inciting workers' riots. After the plan failed, he decisively chose to give up his current identity and escape. The occupant of the wooden house, the victim of A-11-02-3219 before Jenkins, was also a member of that organization. Like Clark, he gave up his previous identity after the failure of the riot and fled to the woodland temporarily. She lived and kept some important letters and information, and then died in an accident.

　　 And the [Son of the Mist] plan should be to start a large-scale ceremony with the help of the smog over the city. However, neither the purpose nor the method of the ceremony was specifically mentioned. It was only known that the plan would be carried out again, but the time was undetermined.

　　 The real name of the dead Mr. W is Alan Wesley, and he actually participated in two actions at the same time. One is the Son of the Mist related to Mr. Clark, and the other is the undead related to the first letter. Mr. Clark, who was missing, is now the main goal of the activity is the [Child of the Mist Project], and the previous letter seems to need to be forwarded by Wesley, but he has no chance.

　　 In other words, Jenkins didn't know whether Clark knew about the [Undead].

　　 Jenkins did not find out exactly what these two actions were in the end. Although Wesley was confident that no one except Clark could find his relics, out of the cultists' caution, he destroyed the most important part of the information. The most important clue that Jenkins could get was the two small bottles he found in the corner of the buried materials. Each bottle contained a solution of the ashes of illegal longevity. As long as the liquid is evaporated to dryness, the powder obtained is the ashes of the illegal longevity.

　　 In a short note with scribbled handwriting, an unidentified person instructed Wesley to keep the two materials carefully, and declared very bluntly:

　　 These things are more important than your life!

　　PS: I looked at the back-end word count, and this month there were a total of more than 150,000 updates. I was really diligent. Tomorrow is next month, ask for everything in advance of the beginning of the month.

　　 Another: I will offer another reward in the middle of next month, that is, mid-December. I have been busy with my graduation thesis opening report recently, and I have eaten a lot of manuscripts.

Chapter 274 Chapter 270 Detective Agency

　　 "Am I accidentally involved in something big/trouble again?"

　　 looked at the two thumb-thick glass bottles against the sunlight outside. Under the action of the sunlight, he could detect very fine particles in the turbid liquid. I don't know if this is water-insoluble cremains or dust.

　　 "Or find some time to send these things to the door of the church?"

　　 Jenkins planned, but then thought that the missing Mr. Clark should also know that the woodland where the accident happened yesterday is Wesley’s hiding place. Therefore, the saved information and plans are very likely to be changed, not to mention that there is not much substantive content in it.

　　 "Go if you are in the mood, but it will take a few days."

　　 He finally made up his mind, so he tidied up the things on the table and gathered them together. Now, there are a lot of things hidden in Jenkins's home. He is also actively learning trap triggering rituals from his father, but the current contact is not as good as hiding a steam bomb triggered by a pull string in the house.

　　Even if the weather is very cold, chocolate is reluctant to wear the little scarf that Jenkins wove it. But there is only the last week left in October. Jenkins believes that in the second half of November, when the coldest days are approaching, chocolate will definitely change his mind.

　　 There are very few pedestrians on the street on Sunday, most of them still hurried past with their necks, scarves and hats. He considered riding in a carriage, but gritted his teeth and saved it. After all, it was not far away.

　　 Howard Detective Agency, where detective Erwin Ignaz worked, is located in Room B, 38 Tibester Avenue. The landlady who opened the door for Jenkins wore a white hairnet and looked at the cat with suspicion, but in the end it did not stop the chocolate from entering.

　　 Detective Ignaz was not there. He went out very early, and the recorder in charge of the reception told him that Mr. Detective was investigating a divorce property transfer case.

　　 Although the office is in a rental apartment, the site is unexpectedly large. I thought there was only one office, but I didn't expect it to be the office space where the two houses were opened together.

　　 Howard Detective Agency has several experienced detectives. Although their reputation was dragged down by the blackmail incident by assistants some time ago, they still have a large number of clients.

　　 The recorder recommended another free detective to Jenkins. Jenkins came here only to "look and see", so he agreed.

　　 This is a well-proportioned, tall middle-aged man, sitting on the chair opposite Jenkins with sharp eyes, next to the two of them is a burning fireplace. Crossed rapiers and shotguns hung from the fireplace, and next to them was a carefully framed detective license.

　　 This is like a scene in a detective novel, and it is also one of the marketing methods of a detective firm.

　　 "My name is Jenkins Williams."

　　 He introduced himself first, and the man sitting opposite nodded and motioned to the lady in charge of recording to write it down.

　　 "Hello, Mr. Williams, my name is Dyke Overfan, please tell me about your commission now."

　　 He glanced at the recorder, and added: "Don't worry, we never disclose the client's information."

If he didn’t know the information of the first man infected by the gear germ, Jenkins might really believe him... His voice is calm, slow, and his face is serious. At first glance, he is a high-powered man who does things. Seriously sir.

"Is such that."

　　 Jenkins slowly said something made up, but in fact he used the "eye of reality" to observe whether there is aura nearby.

　　 "I live in the house at No. 13 St. George Street, and the widow Mrs. Margaret lives alone at No. 12 next door."

　　 had a tangled look on his face, but he was actually stunned by the taste of the coffee, without adding sugar cubes.

"Mr. Detective, I am not a nosy person. Please believe this. But this lady's behavior has become more and more weird recently... I am a writer and I am used to staying up late at night. Writing. In recent weeks, before I went to bed, well, it was about eleven o’clock. I have seen this lady hurried out many times. You know, it’s such a season now, even if it’s a young man like me, I don't want to go out in such a deep night."

　　 These are all fakes. Just before going to bed, Jenkins found that his neighbor's house was still lit on many occasions. He intends to exaggerate the facts, and then let the detective investigate casually, and draw his cautious conclusion that even if this matter is fooled, it will not cause damage to Mrs. Margaret.

　　 "Then, when you saw her, was the gas light on in your house?"

　　 The detective found the point at once, and leaned forward slightly.

"No, after I finished writing the manuscript, in order to save gas bills, I usually turn off the gas light before going to the bathroom to wash. And after seeing Mrs. Margaret many times, I dare not turn on the light in the dark... ...I live alone, and only this kitten will keep me company, so I'm a little scared."

　　 He showed an embarrassed expression and stroked the cat's back. Detective Ofan nodded, as if thinking, but did not comment.

　　 From entering the door until now, nothing strange can be seen in the detective office. In other words, it is only a coincidence that there is a connection with multiple cases.

　　 Jenkins then commissioned Detective Ofan to investigate Mrs. Margaret. He claimed that he was a bit nervous because of his writing problems recently, so he was not sure if he was suspicious. For fear of disturbing innocent neighbors, everyone is decent, so detectives are forbidden to follow Mrs. Margaret directly or search her house privately.

　　Detectives only need to conduct peripheral background checks, so the commission is relatively simple. Jenkins is not worried about the charges, because the church will reimburse the entire cost of the commission.

　　 reconfirmed the content of the entrustment, and then paid the deposit. It was negotiated that the end of the entrustment would be half a month. While Jenkins was waiting for the recorder to write the receipt, the door of the office suddenly opened, and a woman in a floral dress and an exaggerated sun hat walked in.

　　 This is not the dress for this season.

　　 She looks very young, not more than 25 years old, with delicate skin and no pores.

　　 "Oh, ma'am, you are here."

　　 The female recorder hurriedly got up to greet him, and then realized that Jenkins was still waiting, and introduced:

　　 "This is the owner of the firm, Mrs. Agnes Howard."

　　 After speaking, he hurriedly introduced Jenkins to the woman.

　　PS: Seek everything at the beginning of the month.

Chapter 275 Chapter 271 Potion Ideas

　　 For the young Mrs. Howard, Jenkins just shook his hand politely, and stopped talking.

　　Walking all the way back to the street to meet the flow of people, Jenkins looked back to the window on the second floor and could see that the recorder was preparing documents with his back facing outside.

　　 "So young, why should you call it'Mrs.'? She is married? Or is it just respect?"

　　 Chocolate also looked up there, then tried to fiddle with Jenkins's jaw with his paws.

　　 "The light spots just now, she is Miss Magic? Oh, it seems that the bad luck brought by the wishing tree still exists, otherwise it won't let me discover my true identity so easily.

　　 The chance encounter with the true identity of Miss Magic is indeed an unexpected thing. But this discovery further ruled out the connection between this detective agency and the illegal cult organization.

　　 It's not because of completely trusting Miss Magic, but simply thinking that it is impossible for an illegal organization to just let the gifter be the face holder of the subordinate organization. This is too easy to expose.

　　 Of course, when Jenkins went to the church to report, he would only say that he had found nothing. As for the rest of the matter, it is up to others to judge.

　　 Today’s first goal was successfully completed without any twists and turns. This convinced Jenkins that yesterday’s bad luck has consumed most of his bad luck, at least these unfortunate things shouldn’t happen continuously.

　　The detective office is very close to the pig’s head bar. Jenkins walked along the road for a while, and then pretended to stop for a while at the small street vendor selling fruits, before turning into the alley.

　　 When he came out from the other side of the alley, he had already become another person.

　　 The cat was hiding in the clothes, and the button in the center of his chest was unbuttoned to prevent it from suffocating.

　　 After everything was ready, Jenkins walked into the bar. Business here is still so sluggish during the day, and the bartender in front of the bar seems to have maintained a posture, standing there with half-squinted eyes, scrubbing the wine glasses with a rag that is dirtier than the tabletop.

　　 Jenkins passed the note with the special number written on it, and the bartender nodded and did not speak. When the waiter brought the wine and bacon together, a small pocket had appeared at his feet.

　　 Compared with the leather bag last time, the woven sacks this time are more perfunctory, which is more like a bag used by dock workers not far away. But this is also because there are more replies this time.

　　 "Goddess Bless!"

　　 He chanted lightly, then rummaged in the sack with a pungent smell, and quickly found the one from No. 13 Luyin Avenue.

　　 "Bless the sage!"

　　 He muttered again in a low voice, observing left and right, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he unfolded some rough letter paper and looked at the letters written in poor quality ink.

The answerer’s signature is still Hunter Bell, and just like the previous letters, he used not very flashy grammar and some problematic rhetoric at the beginning, and conducted social research on "Miss Fabry" and excellent luck. A compliment.

　　 Jenkins looked at these things impatiently, so he turned back all the time, and he didn't mention the substantive content until the fourth page of the letter paper. But unfortunately, this is not the end, and Jenkins' prayers did not work. Just when he thought the letter would end with thanks, the Mr. Bell actually asked about the mineral company that made Miss Fabry "get rich", and hoped to get involved. Even at the end of the questionnaire, he also attached a pound note, and he didn't know where it was changed into the national currency.

　　 "Goddess, what is going on?"

　　 Jenkins almost moaned/groaned, "Does he trust Miss Fabry that way?"

　　 But thinking about it carefully, the two sides have also been in contact for many times. Among them, "Miss Fabry" has always shown innocence, integrity and integrity. She asks for help from others, and she has never been stingy with money. Even if it is implicitly showing that his economy is not rich, he will immediately "repay" the kind people of Elderron after accepting the help of successful investment.

　　 Eldron is not a big city. As of the last time, Jenkins has sent a lot of letters. Taking into account the literacy rate of this era, and his special selection of those wealthy neighborhoods to send letters, perhaps the "generous and upright" Miss Fabry has been known to most people.

　　 "I have a bad feeling."

　　 Jenkins swallowed, took a sip of coffee, and choked with a cough. The coffee in this small bar tastes weird to the extreme.

　　 clicked on his chest and pushed back the sticking tail of the chocolate. He drew out another letter at random. In that letter, he also mentioned investment.

　　 "In the letter last time, the investment in that mining company was exaggerated too seriously, this time is terrible."

　　 He closed his eyes and felt a deep sense of powerlessness. This is the first time Jenkins has realized how much trouble a lie brought out by a lie can become.

　　 After clearing up the letters, he carried the small sack and headed directly to the black market. There is not much change here, except that the smell in the sewer has become more intense.