……

　　 This time the span of time is even greater, even the lonely red moon in the night sky has new companions. The gear circulates in the world, and it is finally obtained by those who are interested in searching for it.

　　……

　　 The believers holding the gear-like metal holy emblem gathered in the old church. The oldest man in the front knelt on one knee, holding a red metal box in his hand.

　　 The box bounced automatically, and the gears in it flew out and fell into the main hall where it was supposed to be the preaching platform. Now it is a deep well.

　　 The black aura is getting more and more intense, and deep in the temple of the old days, there is a vaguely rotating sound of the ancient idols pieced together by countless gears.

　　 The dull metal crashing sound constantly echoed in the empty church.

　　……

　　The only thing that changes is time. The face changes again and again, but they all do the same thing-get water that can infect germs from the well.

　　……

　　 is still the church, but compared to the previous scene, it looks a lot more glamorous.

　　 It was a rainy night outside, with strong winds and heavy rain. In the dazzling light of lightning, a man in a black cloak hurriedly pushed open to watch the door and barged in.

　　 The elders and the believers did not blame him for being rude, nor did they blame the sewage on his boots and the raindrops on his body for staining the bright red carpet.

The man bowed his head and knelt in front of the holy emblem of the Gear King. The other two who followed him in carried a familiar clock. The fourth person walking in the end was a small hammer. The electric light emitted by the hammer was faintly harmonious. The thunder of the sky echoed.

　　 The man kneeling on one knee took out from his cloak a metal heart that was still trembling and called a work of art. The bronze-colored metal pieces are closed together, and the connecting gaps are covered with ancient text-like patterns, which are like thick blood vessels attached to the surface of the heart.

　　 But these dense lines are not static. As the heart trembles, the lines are constantly changing like flowing water, forming new content. On the surface of the shrunken heart, densely scaly metal sheets are also united one by one, exposing the more complex metal structure inside the heart.

　　 It has a white aura, which exactly echoes the black aura radiating from the deep well in front of the holy emblem.

　　 Under everyone's gaze, the heart was dropped into the well, and the holy emblem also released its golden power.

　　 The ground was vibrating, and the thunder rumbling through the sky. After another blue-white lightning flashed outside the window, a beating heart rose from the well.

　　Bang~bang~bang~

　　 It beats vigorously, and every time it beats, a burst of rusty water with black aura bursts out of the seams of the metal pieces.

　　......

　　 The metal heart was taken away from the church, and every time his holder stayed, it would cause riots that spread throughout the city. The pictures continued to flow, and a familiar city appeared in front of them.

　　In the empty mine tunnel, discarded iron picks and decayed bones were piled on the wall, and the minecart overturned beside the track.

　　 Dozens of people in black robes knelt on one knee and formed a circle. Behind every black robe, there is a holy emblem like gears.

　　 The man carrying the metal heart raised his hands, and the heart emerged from his hands. The middle-aged shopkeeper stood with him, and a clock appeared behind him.

　　 Someone took a bowl, dripped a drop of patina color from the bottom of the heart, and dyed the water in the bowl with the same color. The middle-aged shopkeeper solemnly opened the long and flat box he carried with him, which contained nine empty syringes.

Section 317 Chapter 312 is repeated? (9/15)

　　......

　　 In the last picture, the shopkeeper walked into the shop from the backyard with the big box and greeted the young blond man holding the cat in the shop.

　　......

　　 "So that's it..."

　　 Jenkins slowed down, dropped the syringe in his hand on the headless corpse, and gradually sorted out the birth process of the A-08-1-9990 gear germ in his mind.

"The source of the germ is a gear. It was originally a gift. It was discovered by a humanoid creature that was suspected of being a dwarf many epochs ago. Later, a woman was brought into the treacherous realm, and it was turned into a half gift and half due to an accident. The existence of a deception. Later, it was obtained by the gifter and used its effect to slowly alienate the flesh to help others continue their lives. This organization encountered a humanoid deception suspected to be related to the plague after several years. Its appearance made the gear complete It has become a deceit and is linked to germs. But... how could there be only one moon in the night sky at that time, how long was that?"

　　 He looked at the headless corpse on the ground and fell into contemplation. At this moment, the deification state ended, and Jenkins' personality fell from an infinitely high latitude.

　　 A sense of emptiness and loss suddenly appeared in his heart, and this feeling made people crazy.

　　 "Why did the divinity burn to an end so quickly this time?"

　　 The chocolate on his shoulders turned his head subconsciously.

　　 adjusted his mood, Jenkins continued to follow the picture he saw just now, even if he knew that the watch shop had to deal with things, someone saw him walk in just now!

　　 But a certain scene just now is very important.

"The gear turned into a deceit was finally obtained by the believers of Gear King. With the help of its supernatural power, the gear was put into the well and began to produce A-08-1-9990 gear germs, but the germs at that time were not like what they are now. It is easy to spread. Then, Mr. Biddes from Mr. Ink’s Club mentioned the church's rebellion of [Creation and Machinery]. At that time, a total of three gifts were stolen-a clock that controls time, a hammer suspected to be related to thunder and lightning, and Contaminated water in the well produces abnormal changes, which can produce a heart with more contagious bacteria."

　　 He looked at the clock in the corner, and when he stretched out his hand, the clock turned into a white light and flew into his forehead.

　　 "The clock is here, the whereabouts of the hammer is unknown, and the heart was taken to the underground mine in Nolan City..."

He remembered something about two months ago: "On that night at the turn of August and September, while listening to the murmur, I learned that [Wonderful Craftsman] once bestowed a gift on his followers: C- 08-2-5373 [Mechanical Heart]. This is not it, right?"

　　 It is very possible that the gift of heart shape is rare, and since it is related to the same church, the possibility that it is the same thing is even higher.

　　 Jenkins took a deep breath, temporarily ignoring the knowledge gained from burning divinity. He stroked the strangely well-behaved chocolate for some reason, and looked at the chaos in the store.

"what can we do about it?"

　　 It's impossible to escape. Someone has seen him enter here, and now that he is gone is equivalent to not confessing.

　　 "Men are going to be cruel to themselves."

　　 He squatted down, put the cat on the ground, and then quickly confessed: "I won't pursue the matter of you putting the metal block in the package. Now go to church immediately and call someone over, okay?"

　　 gently patted the cat on the head, looking at Jenkins with big amber eyes, the beard on his mouth trembled and his expression was very cute.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate ran to the only back door that was open.

　　 Jenkins nodded, waved his right hand, and the flames swept away all traces of the truth that might have been exposed.

　　 He threw the pistol to the ground, standing next to the headless man and the corpses of passersby with his boots on his brain and blood.

　　 "Profane production."

　　 The goal this time is myself.

　　 Two green vines stretched out from the void and inserted into Jenkins’ temples. But the profane ability to make coins can only be made once for the same person in a short period of time.

　　 So the vine inserted/in this time was purely torturing Jenkins' spirit, he did not resist and fell straight down.

　　 "Goddess, please don't touch the liquid on the ground with your mouth."

　　 This was his last thought before he passed out.

　　 (Chocolate is running...)

　　 Chocolate dangled from the soft cushion on the sofa to stand up, shook his head, looked at the familiar living room, the hair on his body exploded.

　　 It glanced at Jenkins, who was asleep in front of the fireplace, and looked into the void with both eyes. Then, as if he had understood something, he lay down again.

　　 A few seconds later, Jenkins woke up.

　　 "Strange, uh...familiar ceiling."

　　 He rubbed his head and got up with a grunt. First he looked at his pajamas in surprise and the surrounding environment.

　　 "Huh? Why am I at home? Huh? Why is my spirit so good? Who changed my clothes?"

　　 He was stunned, and tentatively shouted: "Daddy?"

　　 There is obviously no such person in this house.

　　 pinched himself, and then looked around with real eyes, everything was so normal. He has the blue alien ability [Dream Soul from the Body], so if it is a dream, he will be aware of it.

　　 Put on the slippers and walked to the door. Turning his head, the package that was supposed to be burned and ready to be sent to Miss Miller was placed on the coffee table in the living room.

　　 He walked over cautiously and looked around, and found that there were no other creatures in the house except lying on the sofa and looking bored at the chocolate here.

　　 opened the package, and threw the metal block in his hand. Divinity is also...

　　 "No? Is it an imperceptible illusion, or..."

　　 He put on his coat and opened the door of his house, only to see that the weather was gloomy, a layer of snow had accumulated in the yard, and the small tree that had been trimmed by the maid was also covered in silver.

　　Although it was a bit cold, Jenkins walked down the steps in front of the door with his chest shrunk and stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake in the sky.

　　 St. George Street in front of the courtyard was completely covered with snow, and the coachman wearing cotton cap and cotton gloves was struggling to drive his horse forward. The horseshoe left small potholes in the snow, but they were soon covered by the wheels behind them.

　　Mr. Goodman is also about to go out. He is wearing an exaggerated red scarf. His already fat body is even more fat because of the bloated clothes.

　　 "Good morning, Mr. Williams! It's really cold today."

　　 So far, this is exactly the same as the "yesterday" recognized by Jenkins!

Section 318 Chapter 313 Confirmation (10/15)

　　 "Good morning, Mr. Goodman!"

　　 Jenkins repeated what he said yesterday, without any more greetings, glanced at the date in the newspaper next to the fence, and rushed into the room without even taking the milk.

　　 Mr. Goodman maintained his waving motion in surprise, feeling that something was wrong with the neighbor next door today.

　　 took out the spare ceremonial dagger from under the bedding in front of the fireplace, lifted the carpet, and carved the sage's holy emblem directly on the expensive wooden floor: "Please watch!"

　　 Jenkins knelt on the ground on one knee. In order to find out what happened, the sacrifice chosen this time was the [Wisdom Water] which was about to expire.

　　 is like a real sacred gaze, penetrating down from the furthest height. The lip prints on the forehead corresponded to the faint heat, and the man under his eyes seemed to be showered by warm water from the top of his head. The ears that had been so cold and painful because of staying outside the door for too long also returned to normal.

　　 But it's just that, just that. Probably because the sacrifice made the goddess very satisfied this time, the gaze lasted for a full ten minutes before it ended.

　　 Jenkins stood up again, only feeling that his whole body was full of vitality, and the colorless spirit in his body was stained with faint golden marks.

　　 "It is indeed the gaze of a sage, so now it is indeed in the real world, not a dream, not an illusion..."

　　 He swallowed, feeling that things were too absurd. Yesterday in his cognition, he once deified, that feeling can not be simulated, it is the realm of God alone.

　　 Therefore, yesterday’s 31st was true, and today’s 31st is also true.

　　 "Is it the clock that controls time?"

　　 He made another guess, and now the gift is not in his body.

　　 but it was immediately denied:

　　 "It is absolutely impossible to reverse the time of the world, at least in this world where the true **** exists."

　　 This is the only possible guess. The only thing he encountered on the first 31st was the gift of the watch shop owner that had something to do with the concept of “time”.

　　 took a deep breath, Jenkins followed the trajectory of yesterday's activities, the bathroom, the dining room, the living room, and then went to the watch shop like yesterday. But this time, instead of carrying the package he was going to send to Miss Mary, he was holding the metal block, he wanted to prevent accidents.

The middle-aged owner of the 　　 watch shop is still busy in the backyard, almost the same time as yesterday, he came to the shop with a bunch of boxes, and talked with Jenkins enthusiastically.

　　 This time Jenkins didn't care about the strange clicking sound of the gift turning. After leaving his pocket watch, he turned and left.

　　 "It has nothing to do with him..."

　　 Because of the existence of [Book of Memories], Jenkins' memory has been greatly enhanced. The shopkeeper's actions today are exactly the same as yesterday, even the twisting of his muscles and the degree of turning his head are the same. This can only show that he did not retain the memory of the previous 31st, and he did not know that the two had met once.

　　, with a gloomy face, walked to the coachman at the intersection, rode in a carriage, and heard the creak of the wheels rolling over the snow to the old antique shop.

　　 originally opened the door hopefully, but in the sound of the bell, the old man's expression was also normal.

　　 "Clean up the snow on your body and soles at the door before you come in."

　　 Dad reminded.

　　 Jenkins nodded, but remembered something: "Daddy, take a day off today."

　　 "Yes."

　　 Papa Oliver looked down at the book in his hand, and didn't even ask Jenkins why.

　　 He nodded, ready to leave. But he stopped again: "Sir, I want to inquire about one thing, is it possible, which deceit can countercurrent time on a large scale?"

　　 "Stop talking stupid."

The old man raised his head, glanced at Jenkins, and reminded in a low voice: "Don't you realize it? Righteous gods and false gods correspond to the power of time. Every supreme being is suppressing... .. Cough cough, cough cough... This means that the power of the gods is maintaining the normal operation of time. Rewinding time means fighting against all the powers of the gods, huh~"

　　 Jenkins nodded, turned and left. The old man made a lot of sense, but this made things more complicated.

　　 "But it's not completely impossible."

　　 The words of the old man continue. He deliberately said it after Jenkins left, because it involves something that cannot be mentioned, and he does not think that such a thing will really happen: