He thought so, and felt that he had done another good thing. Although the atmosphere of this era is relatively open, aristocratic men nurturing lovers, lonely ladies and lovers are not new, but there are many good girls who care about these things, and he will not take advantage of others casually.

　　Because of the particularity of the account, the manager of the local bank also met with Jenkins and gave him a checkbook, which can be used by signing his name.

　　 But there is a deposit of ten pounds in the Jenkins account. I don't think I will use those things.

　　 walked back to the street with his seal and checkbook. Although the watch shop was near the bank, he still did not repair his pocket watch in order to prevent his current identity from being too close to the place where Jenkins appeared.

Today’s next stop is the urban pet management center in the suburbs. He was still thinking about whether he would encounter Hathaway and Miss Mihail. He didn’t expect to hold the chocolate carriage and saw the one with Mihail's family crest. carriage.

　　 Involuntarily, Jenkins remembered the scene he saw when he looked out of the closet last night. I was in a good mood at first, but it became gloomy.

　　 walked into the yard of the management center with a cane, and then went through the formalities according to the procedure last time. On chocolate, Jenkins was still willing to spend some money, he was generous when tipping, so after stamping in the office on the second floor, the kind-looking woman gave Jenkins a cat making stick.

　　 But Chocolate was dismissive of this thing. When he walked out and stretched the thing in front of the cat, Chocolate flicked it aside with a wave of his paw.

　　 "Heh, wasn't it fun when you played with my metal block last time?"

　　 Jenkins asked, touching its head, the cat did not answer, but squinted and raised his head to let Jenkins touch it.

　　 "What kind of cat is this cat of Mr. William? Why hasn't it grown up?"

　　 As soon as he looked up, he realized that it was Miss Mikhail who was talking. He and Hathaway stood side by side under a huge painting of cats, and both of them hugged a kitten with a collar tied around its neck. The bottom of the painting is marked with the cat's blood and the honorable identity of the owner.

　　 "I picked up the chocolate from the street. It should not be a very expensive cat? Otherwise, it should not be discarded. After all, it has no disabilities..."

　　 As he talked, Jenkins's voice became lower and he didn't care why the two ladies were here, so his eyes narrowed.

　　 "Yes, chocolate is so cute, and there are not many people who don’t have a disability. Why would anyone deliberately throw it at the intersection of Privet Road at night?"

　　 looked at the cat's eyes, again with some suspicion.

"Meow!"

　　 Before Jenkins could think about it, the chocolate burst out of his arms. Hathaway hurriedly put down the cat she was holding, trying to stop the chocolate, but of course she failed. So far, Jenkins has not seen any creature that is more agile than chocolate.

　　 He was worried that chocolate would cause trouble, so he hurried to catch up. When the two ladies who were inconvenient for wearing high heels followed suit, they happened to see Jenkins squatting down and pinching the cat's waist, but frowned and looked at the door to the side.

　　 This is a very ordinary wooden door with the white label of the Fifth Comprehensive Management Office attached to the door. However, this has allowed Jenkins to temporarily put aside his doubts about chocolate.

　　 "What's wrong? Mr. Williams?"

　　Miss Mihaier asked softly, and the servant behind her had already picked up the cat she was holding.

"Nothing. But I remember the last time I came here with chocolates, it was unwilling to wear a collar, so it ran around, and it ended up in this position. But I remember that the door here was not made of wood, but a comparison With the new iron gate, you can still feel the chill while standing at the door."

　　 In fact, what impressed Jenkins even more was that a cat spirit floated out of the door, and he broke it up with a stick. But at that time, the evil spirit in the hospital had just ended, and he didn't think much about the origin of the spirit body. After all, there were many haunted incidents in the city at that time.

　　 Now that I think about it, the spirit body behaves very strangely. Not only does it have no wise reaction, but the color of the aura is also subtly different from that of ordinary evil spirits.

　　 "Iron door? Impossible, in order to make the environment suitable for pets, there are no metal doors on the second and third floors of this building."

　　PS: The author is not a major in Western history or economics. Regarding the early development of the Western banking industry, he can only find some information on the Internet and make up some of it himself. If there is something unreasonable, you can point it out.

#279-Chapter 279

　　 "There is no metal door?"

　　 This is definitely not right, his memory can't be wrong, because of the appearance of the cat spirit, Jenkins has a particularly deep memory of here.

　　 But seeing Miss Mihail look at him suspiciously, Jenkins can only write this down in advance.

　　 stood up, and the chocolate was finally soothed by him. Jenkins greeted the ladies while carefully looking at Hathaway with suspicious eyes. Since seeing her today, the girl has not said a word.

　　 Hathaway and Miss Mihail came here today to collect donations for city pets. They and their friends wanted to take some pictures of the adopted cat with their cameras. Just like Jenkins heard from the coachman, in winter, the rich ladies always change to specialize in such activities.

　　Ms. Mihaier intends to let Jenkins also participate in their organization. As a well-known writer, he may be able to help fundraising activities very beneficially. But Jenkins was too busy with his own affairs, and could only tactfully refuse.

　　 "Hey, did you see anything last night?"

　　 In the lounge on the left side of the first floor, the blonde girl said that some of her friends were also here and wanted to meet Jenkins, so she asked him to stay for a while. Hathaway asked fiercely with a blushing face when Miss Mihal had just left.

　　 His cheeks are reddish, his eyes are afraid to look directly at Jenkins, his right hand is still pinching the corner of his clothes. Jenkins also subconsciously turned his head away from her, pretending to have a great interest in the black tea in front of him:

　　 "Ah, I just saw you let me leave the window, but I didn't see the others."

　　 He blushed too, but he didn't know if it was because of a lie or what he saw last night.

　　 "Huh~"

　　 She tucked a bunch of hair behind her ears and turned to look at the cat on Jenkins' lap.

　　 "Whether you see it or not, don't say anything."

　　 Jenkins did not respond, because whatever he said would be tantamount to not confessing.

　　 "What do you think of the relationship between same/sex?"

　　 Seeing Jenkins not speaking, Hathaway asked another sharp question. In fact, this is not a difficult topic in the upper class. Due to the wide gap between the rich and the poor, the people at the top of the pyramid will always find some fun in other areas after meeting their material needs. Express opinions in public. But in private gatherings or salons, this kind of problem can easily be mentioned.

　　Excessively extravagant life makes some people have special hobbies, coupled with the "elegance" trend passed down from ancient times, in fact, people like Jenkins who are extremely sensitive to this kind of problem are an abnormal minority.

　　 "Don't comment."

　　 He replied cautiously, wondering why the conversation became so embarrassing again.

　　 "Since I met you, it seems that I have never seen you have a good impression of someone's specific woman. Do you like it..."

　　 "No, no, no!"

　　 He couldn't help raising his voice, "It's impossible, please don't say that. In fact, I also like women very much, yes, that kind of very, very..."

Seeing him clumsily not knowing what he wanted to say, Hathaway covered her mouth and squinted her eyes, and giggled, "Jenkins, in my impression, you have always been a very calm person who never expresses her emotions easily. People, you are not like you today."

　　 "I am not good at such topics."

　　 He honestly admitted that the performance just now was half-truth and half-false. It was true that he really didn't know how to answer that question. The false one was that although he had no experience with women, at least it would not be that clumsy. After all, I have lived in such a world for so many years in my previous life, and even the white flowers can be dyed in other colors.

　　 "What does he mean?"

　　 Looking at the man's nervousness, the red-haired girl's eyes shifted from the cat to Jenkins's golden hair.

　　 "Blond, just like Britney..."

　　 My mood gradually fell, thinking of what happened last night, and then thinking of the conversation just now, "What's wrong with me, what I love is..."

　　Dangling~

　　 The metal collision sound comes from Jenkins. He just stretched out his right hand to grab the tea cup on the saucer. But as soon as the right hand touched the handle, the iron ring split in two and fell on Jenkins's feet.

　　 Both of them were stunned.

　　 "Poisonous!"

　　 Jenkins stood up and reminded in a low voice. He looked around, there was no one in the window, and there was no place to hide people in the room. He switched to another vision in the blink of an eye, and there was a faint green aura in their tea.

　　 "This is a poison with extraordinary properties."

　　 His face became more gloomy, and Hathaway also stood up vigilantly. She didn't doubt Jenkins' judgment, but she didn't know who was going to do such a thing.

　　 The poison is definitely not targeted at Jenkins. No one knows his schedule today, and the two cups of tea and the delicate pastries on the plate are prepared for the two ladies.

　　 "Have you offended anyone recently?"

　　 He asked quickly, looking around, trying to find a possible pile of light spots.

　　 "I don't have the current identity, the identity of the benefactor..."

　　 She closed her mouth and saw Jenkins looking at the door with a serious expression, and then motioned her to sit down.

　　 A few seconds later, the door of the room was knocked, and a young woman dressed as a maid pushing a dining car came in. This body suit is an ordinary maid dress, and the dining car is filled with tea and a dinner plate covered by a silver lid.

　　 don't know how these things are prepared in such a place.

　　 "Hello, Miss Mihaire asked me to bring this. She said there will be a small party here in a while."

　　 The woman lowered her head and explained to the two carefully.

　　 Jenkins quietly picked up the broken ring at his foot and nodded to Hathaway. She immediately asked the trembling maid to put down the snacks.

　　 This is a third-level gifter, one level lower than Hathaway, who did not know when he was promoted by another level. There is a very light green aura around his waist, presumably a container for poison. Other than that, there are no other items.

　　 "The preparations are really plentiful. Does the management center have a special kitchen?"

　　 Jenkins showed a warm smile on his face, naturally placed the chocolate on the back of the chair, and his hands drooped naturally.

　　 "Yes, sir, because ladies often come back here, there will be a kitchen on the first floor of the management center."

　　 Jenkins originally planned to compliment her for her performance, and then take the gun out of the waist under the pretext of tipping, but he didn't expect someone to be faster.

　　 "We still have some wine here, dear gentleman, do you need anything else?"

　　 The maid said, she put her hand into the pocket of the black pleated skirt.

Chapter 280 Chapter 276 Shooting

　　 At the moment when the maid’s hand reached into her pocket, Jenkins felt the danger of a tingling scalp. Following his instinct, he suddenly turned to the left and heard a loud noise exploding in his ears.

　　 A woman's curse and the sound of Hathaway suddenly standing up and pushing down the chair were heard in front of her. The second gunshot did not appear because the chocolate rushed up bravely and hit the woman's wrist.

　　 The woman waved her free fist to drive away the cat, but Jenkins had already got up and jumped on it:

　　 "Asshole, don't touch my cat!"

　　 "God, what's going on!"

　　 The woman's exclamation sounded from the direction of the door, and the woman who was planning to fight Jenkins immediately gave up her plan.

She cursed again, ignoring the cat yelling at her feet, using fighting skills to move Jenkins' fist aside with her arm, then lifted the tablecloth on the dining car, and threw the plates and snacks at Jenkins and Heather Wei.

While they stretched out their hand to deal with those things, the woman ran back with a pistol, fired a few shots at the women screaming at the door, and then slammed sideways through the glass of the window and rolled around on the lawn outside. Carrying her skirt, she stumbled and ran away.

　　 From the beginning to the end, no one took the initiative to use the power of the transcendent.

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 Jenkins said a rare swear word, picked up the chocolate, confirmed that she was not injured, and then went to check Hathaway's situation. The girl looked a little embarrassed, and a piece of cream was stained on her beautiful dress.

　　 She wanted to say something, but when Jenkins shook her head sharply, she closed her mouth consciously.

This accidental attack did not result in death, but the maid’s last two shots accidentally hit Miss Mikhail’s two friends and did not hurt them. But for these ladies who have never seen the big scene, A shot is enough to scare him to death.

　　 The undisguised gunfire a moment ago also alarmed the people in the management center, and the scene suddenly became messy.

　　 "Quiet, quiet, gentlemen! Ladies!"

　　 Jenkins shouted loudly, watching the light spots representing the maids have escaped out of sight, so he also walked to the door and knelt down to check the injuries of the two ladies who fell on the ground. When he was helping with treatment in the nursing home, he also learned very simple gunshot wounds and sharp weapon wounds. Now it just happens to be useful.

　　 Perhaps the unique temperament and calm expression won everyone's trust. Under Jenkins's arrangement, several panicked servants separately went to the police and searched for a doctor. There are several veterinarians on the second floor. Although the treatment targets are different, they can still play some role before the arrival of the real doctors, compared to a thorough layman like Jenkins.

　　 And for this era, the boundary between human medicine and veterinarian for treating trauma is not very clear.

　　Ms. Mihaier has been following behind Jenkins with a pale face. She also saw that the attack was against her, otherwise there would be no need for the woman to shoot at the door when she escaped. Jenkins and Hathaway should be closer.

　　 And Jenkins is not in the mood to comfort Ms. Blond, he is in an extremely bad mood now. Although it was implicated, except for the cultist who threw the steam bomb at him, this was the first person who could produce malice against him and retreat.

　　 "Is there no one who can preside over the whole situation here?"

　　 He stood in the crowd and commanded them loudly not to panic or stand here forever, but he was thinking of something else.

　　 Except for the two benefactors, the people who had experienced the shooting seemed extremely flustered, and even the sound of hurried footsteps would make them scream. The faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the room due to the shooting has completely disappeared, and the murderer has long escaped, but the chaotic people have no idea to stop.

　　 It is also good for these obstructive ladies to be present. They are all from aristocratic families. Perhaps for this reason, both the doctor and the police come very quickly.

　　 By the time night was approaching, the periphery of the entire management center had been completely sealed off by the police, and at least five horse-drawn carriages with police badges were parked at the door.

　　 "Where is Miss Mihail?"

In the corner of the first floor, Jenkins just finished recording his statement in the temporary police office. As soon as he looked up, he saw Hathaway standing there waiting for him. Chocolate was standing on the window sill next to her, looking out into the courtyard just now. .

　　 "I was picked up by the Marquis, do you still need to go to the police station?"

The reason for asking this is that Earl Hesha’s face made the red-haired lady no longer have to deal with the police, but according to the general process, people like Jenkins who appeared at the scene of the crime would have to go through a long interrogation process. .

　　 "No need, the old man's name seems to work very well."

　　 "It may also be the name of the church."

　　 Jenkins did not answer, and picked up the chocolate to return it to his shoulders, while he was looking at the policemen carrying kerosene lamps in the woods. They were collecting footprints.

　　 The hurried carriage stopped outside the cordon, and Mr. Rogers Benz in a police uniform walked down. With three stars on his shoulders, the police rank is Superintendent.