Jenkins got up from the smoke and dust, and the stone or the like that was originally on his body crashed to the ground.

　　 "Chocolate!"

　　 He called out softly, and then saw the cat calling to him standing on a big tree some distance from the house.

　　 turned his head fiercely, and a sound came from under the ruins at the door. A tall woman with red hair crawled out, half of her face was stained red with blood, and her jacket was covered with dust.

　　 "Ha~"

　　 She stretched out her finger to Jenkins, and the man subconsciously turned to one side, and then felt that the left half of the body was not at his disposal.

　　 "Paralysis or petrification? Or vitality extraction?"

　　 He thought in his heart, and then pulled the trigger again, but the woman had staggered and hid behind the broken half wall.

　　 The commotion is getting louder and louder, and you can see citizens running in the distance from the location of the ruins of the house. Jenkins can't swim, and if he wants to escape, he can only get into the slums behind. He must fight quickly.

　　Meow~

The chocolate's tail swung to the left, Jenkins knowingly pointed the muzzle at the left side of the broken wall, and real eyes also saw the location of the bunch of light spots, silently counted three numbers, and excited again when the woman suddenly appeared. Out of bullets/bullet. Although Jenkins can only judge the approximate location, the chocolate can be seen clearly.

"who are you?"

　　 The woman's rough voice passed through the night and reached Jenkins' ears. The gas lamp was extinguished in the explosion just now, except for the chocolate-white tail tip, the sound is the best way to judge the position.

　　 He didn't answer, then he bent down and put his cane on the ground, picked up a stone and threw it aside.

With a scream, a piece of metal flew out from behind the low wall and fell to the place where the stone sounded. The ground was stained deep black like splashed ink. Among the black, there was a gray-black and shriveled. The hands stretched out from the ground, but they could only return without success.

　　 "Shadow World?"

Jenkins was surprised, as the direction of the light spot moved to the right, the tip of the chocolate's tail also swayed to the right, thinking that Jenkins, who was quick to fight, pulled the trigger again before the woman appeared, loud noises continued in the slums of the night The reverberation.

　　 She was so scared that she shrank back, Jenkins hurried forward, blaspheming the production and knowledge conferred by the scope of a few steps.

　　The whispered whisper came into the ear, as if the waves were surging in the ear. The shadow behind Jenkins suddenly moved on its own, stood up from behind and hugged his waist. At this moment, the woman also threw out from behind the low wall, stretched out her right hand and punched it.

　　 The flame of unknown origin rises from Jenkins' shoulders, and flows downwards and starts to burn the shadow silently. Jenkins twists his body, and his left fist, which is still somewhat paralyzed, also swings out.

The two fists collided, Jenkins only felt a huge force coming, and quickly turned to relieve his strength, but he staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground. The pistol in his right hand flew out in a hurry, and the pain in his left arm was probably broken. The position from the palm of the woman's right hand to the shoulder was completely frozen.

　　 hit this level, no one can take the initiative to retreat.

"who are you?"

　　 "Now asking this question, is it too much?"

　　 He supported the ground with his right hand, and his left hand was temporarily unable to move.

　　 "No matter who you are, you will regret it."

　　 The woman leaned on the stump, looking at everything around her with hatred, her right hand stretched out, her index finger and **** placed together in front of her bleeding forehead.

　　 While Jenkins stood up and rushed forward again, the shadow behind the woman changed strangely.

　　 The moonlight seemed to flicker, and the dark clouds drifting from nowhere blocked the two moons. As if thousands of people were cheering, and as if thousands of people were singing, dense shadows and hazy figures stood up from all directions, showing the appearance of weird human bodies. The squally wind blows, the smell of mud is entrapped in the wind, and the air seems to become moist.

　　 Even if there is no light, the dark shadow still exists, it wraps the woman in one bite, and does not fight back even if the bullet hits. The squirming shadow slowly changed, finally manifesting the appearance of a woman hanging upside down.

　　 "Hanging upside down...no, it doesn't feel right."

　　 This is not the "upside down shadow of the mother god" worshipped by the Witch's House sect. It should be just a shell. Even if it is not a god, it will not come so cheaply.

　　 "I ask you, do you know you are guilty?"

　　 The magnificent voice pounced on Jenkins with great mental pressure. He finally got up and glanced around, ignoring the rude question, but raised his hands high.

　　 The candle immersed in the spirit began to tremble, and the flame ignited from the candle's heart suddenly appeared in the palm of the hand, held by the man and burned towards the sky.

　　 This candle itself has the function of "purification", and combined with the immortal flame, it has the powerful characteristics of the flame, and it happens to be the nemesis of a series of shadow world creatures.

　　 The figure of a woman hanging upside down in pitch black floats in the air, exuding a terrifying aura. And the shadows around the house, as the figure continued to condense, began to chant unknown prayers.

　　 "I say you are guilty!"

　　 Jenkinsto raised the flames and shouted loudly, amused at the fact that someone pretended to be a **** in front of him.

　　 The flame broke away from the shackles of the palm and spread in all directions, and the circle of fire extended outwards, burning them immediately when it touched the strange shadows. The fused flame broke through the limit of distance. Although it could not extend indefinitely, it was enough to cover the ruins of the house.

　　 In the center of the flaming torch, the blurred man and the woman hanging upside down stand face to face.

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　　 The pillar-like torch illuminates Jenkins's face, but still can't make the inverted body show the real body. All the flames retracted into Jenkins' palms, and the sea of ​​flames approached the hanging shadow.

　　 The creeping shadow resisted and cursed. On the ground, strangely shaped shadow creatures lurked and wanted to approach, whispering from the depths of the shadow world. Although this is just a shell in the end, she seems to have induced a certain existence.

　　 It's a pity that before some kind of higher and strange creature in the depths of the shadow world discovered the spirit into the material world, the upside down woman fell from the air.

　　The dark cloud finally drifted by in front of the double moon, and the exposed moonlight illuminated the motionless scorched mass of flesh on the ruins.

　　 "Even if it's just a shell, it's too fragile."

　　 Jenkins muttered in his heart, stepping on the fragments of tiles and furniture and quickly pulling out his gun and cane from the ruins, first confirming that one of the three women was killed, one was blown to death, and the other was just burned to death, and then retrieved the rope.

　　 beckoned to the cat on the tree:

　　 "Do not leave a name for good deeds, hurry up!"

He yelled in a low voice. After the chocolate ran over, he picked up the cat, and then leaped over the low wall neatly. The body shape changed several times at the moment of landing, from a short and fat lady to a tall and thin gentleman. The shabby young man who became Pojiao.

　　 showed a smile that was inconsistent with the image at this time. He stretched out his hand to pinch his face, maintained a proper expression, and then mixed into the panicked crowd nearby.

　　 "I'm really getting more and more proficient..."

　　 didn't go home immediately, Jenkins left the block before the police surrounded him and almost collided with the oncoming night watchman team. After leaving a big circle in the city, I found the residence of Hathaway on the bank of the river that I visited last time.

　　 This noble lady cannot be called very rich, but there are also several properties in Nolan. Jenkins stood in the dark shadow at the exit of the alley, patted the chocolate, and let it sneak into the house to see if the red-haired lady was there.

　　 Watching the cat flicking its tail and jumping into the fence, Jenkins only felt that the inexplicable urge to raise a cat was really right.

　　 He leaned against the wall and waited for a while, until the cigarette of the coachman sitting in the carriage in the distance went out for the second time and the iron fence in front of the garden opened.

　　 The maid I met last time, grabbing the side of the apron with one hand, and the railing on the fence with the other carefully looking around, Jenkins quickly walked out of the alley.

　　 "Is it finished?"

　　 In the warm living room, there is a slight crackling sound from the fireplace. The maid brought tea and snacks, and then left wittily.

　　 "It's done."

　　 Jenkins and Hathaway are sitting together in front of the fireplace, underneath him is a red cushioned chair. After running around for so long in the cold night, it is so comfortable to drink a cup of hot tea in front of the stove at this moment.

　　 "It seems that the action is fast."

　　 Hathaway watched Jenkins squinted and stroked the cat lying on her knees. She did not see the fierce temperament on her body in the afternoon, and she felt relieved.

　　 "This kind of thing can be resolved quickly, and my friend can be regarded as helping me avenge a shot in the afternoon. But I still need to stay with you for a while, after all, to be alibi."

　　 The fire from the fireplace illuminates Jenkins's face. The face of Jenkins, who was already young, seems to be coated with a layer of gold at this moment.

　　 "Oh...huh? Oh, ahem, yes, Britney is forbidden to go out by the Marquis of Mihail. I don't think I will have any more guests here tonight."

　　 said this, both of them remembered the embarrassing scene last night, and subconsciously avoided the topic.

　　 "Mind telling me, "What's the gain from the "over there" thing? I'm also worried whether this kind of thing will happen again."

"I, I mean my friend, the'twin devil' said that the maid who attacked us was from the witch's house. There were two other people in Nolan with her, but they were killed just now. One of them can use shadows to simulate the image of the high-level creatures they admire, but it's not very powerful..."

　　 "The Witch's House?"

　　 Hathaway hugged the teacup and fell into contemplation. "I have also heard of this illegal organization. It is composed entirely of women. It has been hiding her traces since the big case was committed in Berduran three years ago."

　　 "The big case three years ago?"

"Yes, you hadn't become a gifter at that time, so you didn't hear about it. But at that time, the most serious transcendent incident in the country was incomparable with this year's Nolan City, but the gifter of the Witch's House has been since then. He never showed up again."

　　 "Do you know anything about this organization?"

　　 Jenkins asked again, "Since they both worship the so-called Upside Down Shadow, what is the purpose of their organization? There must be a purpose."

"Yes, they claim that their object of worship is the **** of creation, and their purpose is to call the hanging shadows to come to this world, in order to show the glory of the gods... how to put it, from this point of view , It is definitely not a god, because where do gods come to the world need the help of mortals? At the same time, this organization is also dedicated to helping illegal female gifters, which is very good, but usually we don’t come into contact with such illegal organizations, they There are so many disgusting things done..."

　　 was amused by Jenkins holding the cat with a puzzled look. She covered her face naturally, and added after the smile disappeared:

"Members of the Witch’s House, the metropolis are the tutors of aristocratic girls, the ladies who came from a foreign country, the youngest daughters of the ruined aristocratic families, etc., mixed in the upper class. They rarely take the initiative to kill people. Today It’s an accident. Bewitched, deceived, and incited are their main methods. Things like poisoning are even more common. So, recently, you must be careful of unfamiliar female gifters... forget it. , I will tell you what to do, anyway you can’t..."

　　 Jenkins felt that he was underestimated. He also has some female gifted friends, such as Hathaway, Miss Miller, Miss Audrey... There are already a lot of three.

"So, did they find out the reasons for the Marquis of Mihail? I mean, that friend of mine was cruel and didn't look for clues only for the murder, so I still don't know what kind of information the Marquis of Mihail has in his hands? "

　　 Jenkins was embarrassed to say that he didn't find the information at all. In order to protect the face of his "friend", he lied that he didn't look for it.

　　 "I don't know, but it should be very important."

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Hathaway put down the teacup, picked up the tongs and fiddled with the charcoal in the fireplace. "The upside-down shadow simulated by the shadow you said should be a special ability that very few people in the Witch House are qualified to master. We still don’t know whether the so-called upside-down shadow is a high-level existence of a god-like or something. But since she can simulate a simple appearance, the person killed by your friend, at least has seen herself. The object of worship...that twin demon should be at least level 6, right? Ordinary mortals can't look directly at that kind of thing."

"I guess so......"

　　 did not dare to look at her eyes, but pretended to look down at the cat. I did have some discomfort when facing a woman who was hanging upside down in the air just now, but it was nothing compared to the many weird things I had seen in the past.

"Speaking of it, the worshipers of the new gods seem to be weird guys. I have no intention of slandering a true god, but whether it is a black-robed man who likes to collect tricks or a twin demon like a lunatic, it seems that they are not mentally normal. People."

　　 Jenkins couldn't take this sentence, so he nodded, and Hathaway continued to comment.

"Too many things have happened this year. Now the House of the Witch, the Eye Collection Association, and the liar gentlemen who have only recently disappeared, are all hiding in Nolan. I originally thought that after the devil's affairs were over, this place could usher in a short period of time. It’s peaceful, I didn’t expect there to be so many things."

　　 In fact, Hathaway still underestimated the dangers Nolan City now faces. Both the Children of the Mist Project and the Undead Project related to the dead Wesley are underway. The latter is even extremely likely, and it is related to the Cthulhu God Child incident in New Truman City. But there is no need to say these things, they just add to the troubles.

　　 Seeing Jenkins frowned, Hathaway smiled slightly:

　　 "No need to worry, these things are handled by the Orthodox Church. We treat ourselves as little mice in the corner. As long as we don't proactively provoke others, there will be no problems."

　　 "I am not worried about this... well, I am worried about this."

　　 The girl covered her mouth and smiled gracefully again.

　　 "You haven't had dinner yet? Do you need me to let the maid make some?"

　　 "Then I will be welcome."

　　 Jenkins smiled shyly, and didn't know if it was proper social etiquette to do so. He remembered one more thing, so he reminded:

　　 "Can you make some milk? I didn't have dinner with chocolate."

　　 The cat, who was lying on Jenkins's knee with his eyes closed, immediately narrowed his eyes, and his amber eyes turned towards the direction of the kitchen.

　　 At the same time, there are ruins of low houses on the banks of the Rhone River.

The night watchmen of the Dark Moon have arrived at the scene. The police have pulled up the cordon to maintain order. A man in a black robe/stands in the middle of the ruins, bowing his head and playing with the bottle of poison left by Jenkins on the scene. . There are unique patterns on the witch's house, which can basically determine the identities of the three people here.

　　 "Stil, what is the result of the divination?"

　　 The man asked his pale companion standing in the corner. This gentleman was a little younger, but at the moment it was like a serious illness, which made people worry that a gust of wind could kill him.

"Captain Feos, no. I saw a dark shadow hanging upside down, which almost killed me. But that shadow is very similar to the description in the Witch’s House, so I can be sure that it is them. Oh, also There is an exploding shadow, and that thing is really terrible, goddess, if it weren't for the ring I was wearing last time, and it took me out of the state of divination in time, I think I would have gone to see poor Barnard. "

　　 Despite saying this, Steer’s face returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his companions who were checking the scene ignored him.

　　 The man called "Captain Fios" looked at the bottle in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and pulled out the cork. A green mist floated out immediately, and the man pointed his left hand, and it was immediately fixed in the air.

　　The index finger drew a circle in the air, and a very fine green mist floated into the nose. The man's nose twitched/twitched a few times, and his face turned dark, but he returned to normal after a few seconds.

　　 "Poison with extraordinary properties, if it is not a special item or a targeted ability, it is almost impossible to treat."

　　 He made a conclusion, and then turned to ask his companion who was squatting on the side to examine the corpse: "In the second half of this year, I remember that there was a special container that can turn water into poison. It appeared on the black market in this city."

"Yes, Captain, it is a wooden bowl. No information can be found in the materials. It should be an item that was born recently or was lost in the era long ago. As for the characteristics, it seems that any liquid in it can slow It turns into a poison and the longer it is dressed, the more poisonous it becomes, but it takes at least one month to form a lethal poison. Originally the church wanted to buy it, but the person who held it was very cautious, and the whereabouts of the bowl is now unknown."

　　 "One month? So if someone in the Witch's House bought that bowl, would it happen to be able to make such a poison?"

　　 He tossed the bottle in his hand.

　　 "I don't know, we haven't directly touched the bowl. Maybe you can ask the people in the church, they may have news. The black market line can also be used, maybe you can really trace the buyer."

Captain Feos nodded, put the bottle in his pocket, and then asked, "How is it, is there anything abnormal on the corpse? If not, please transport these things back first and let the people at the autopsy office take a look. ."

The man looking at the corpse/ stood up and swept the hem of his clothes with his hand. Some lime was stained there because of his posture: "The corpse that was stoned to death should have been tortured during his lifetime. The corpse has water stains and face. There is a bruise on the finger pressing, and the expression is also very strange."