Even if you don’t check the calendar, Jenkins knows that today must be the 31st. It is snowing outside the window, but the yard has not been completely covered. All this shows that this is the third time on the 31st.

　　 "What the **** is going on?"

　　 stood up and found the fountain of wisdom that should have been sacrificed.

　　 "Does the sage know about this?"

　　 He wondered, this power of reversing time is really terrible, but what is it for?

　　 "The 31st of the cycle, the 31st forever...Wait, have I heard of something similar somewhere."

　　Perhaps before I came to this world, things like the reverse of time often appeared in literary and artistic works. But for this era, this is still a very new subject...

　　 ""The 31st Day of Mr. Baote's Cycle"!"

　　 He finally remembered that in the opera house, the opera he listened to at that time was the subject of this story.

　　 "Could it be just a coincidence?"

　　 He asked himself, after all, it was just an opera, but the time when the two overlapped: on the 31st, he couldn't help but want more things.

　　 "Chocolate!"

　　 He yelled, and the cat immediately stood up with a vigor.

　　 The clock at home shows that the current time is one o'clock in the morning on the 31st. Jenkins didn't have the slightest sleepiness. He raised his hand to greet his cat, then took the metal block that encapsulated his divinity and stepped into the snow against the moonlight.

　　 Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe would not stay long in Nolan City, but because the pirate king Fermischau was seen in the dock area, the ships going to sea were no longer safe, so they were forced to stay longer.

　　According to their plan, the people of the troupe will leave Nolan next month, which is tomorrow, and go to Eldron to start a new round of performances. The residence of the troupe is in a hotel in the city.

　　 In order to prevent crazy admirers from making any trouble, the address of the hotel is kept secret. But last month, in order to investigate the extraordinary harmonica related to the theater, Jenkins saw the address of this group of people while reading the information.

　　 The cat becomes pure white, and Jenkins also evokes the spiritual black robe. High-class hotels naturally have high-class guards, but they are just a group of ordinary people.

　　After some effort, Jenkins finally arrived inside the hotel. After being a villain, he threatened the girl at the front desk with a knife to take out the accommodation registration book, and came to the third floor after gently knocking her out.

　　 "301, the room of the troupe boss."

　　 He was standing behind the armor on the corner, the faintly lit gas lamp was on his left, and his body was just blocked by the silhouette of the huge oil painting.

　　 The soul escaped from the body and passed through the wall, and the room was completely dark. It took less than ten seconds to check it in a hurry, no one.

　　 "This is great!"

　　 The body with closed eyes trembled, and Chocolate immediately retracted the tail brushing on the man's face, pretending to be seriously alert.

　　 The door locks of such high-class hotels are all specially shaped, and it took Jenkins a long time to open them. But fortunately, it is midnight. Just be careful not to make too much noise in the locks.

　　 The current scene is very undecent, especially when he squatted and bent over and used a wire to pick the lock, but he was not trying to steal or commit other evil acts, so he would not feel that his reputation would be damaged due to this.

　　PS: The addition is over! There is still a chapter in the evening!

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Chapter 324 Chapter 319

　　 Chocolate dangled his tail, looked at the sides of the corridor for Jenkins pretending to be alert, and got in through the crack of the door the moment he twisted the lock cylinder with a click.

　　 shut the door back, and quickly searched the room.

　　 The script of "Mr. Baote's Forever 31st" is easy to find, right next to the pillow on the bed. It can be seen that this thin stack of paper is often flipped through. Jenkins scanned the content roughly, no problem, this is indeed the script.

　　 "But why..."

　　 He turned back to the cover, and the moonlight illuminated the name of the script’s author: Mason Pisco.

The name is quite familiar. Last week, a screenwriter who lives in Nolan visited the old antique shop and bought an antique with a story. Jenkins asked Jenkins to place an antique on the third of this month. Delivered to his home on the 11th. Because of this, Jenkins knows his address.

　　 "Everything is a coincidence, how can there be such a thing?"

　　 He smiled helplessly. If it is said that before seeing the name, the possibility that the script has something to do with the matter is one in ten, then there are still nine out of ten now.

　　 picked up the cat on the bed and glanced down at the window. After confirming that no one was nearby, he used his ability to climb the heating pipe wrapped in thermal insulation cotton and jumped into the yard.

　　 He didn't plan to go to bed tonight. After leaving the hotel where the Silver Jasmine Opera Company was staying, one person and one cat rushed to the house of the script writer Mason Pisco, welcoming Xue Xue.

　　Although the weather is very bad, there are still patrols and Orthodox church combat teams disguised as patrols patrolling the streets. In the rush across half of the city, Jenkins had to avoid these people as much as possible.

　　 He was originally going to ride a carriage, but somehow tonight, there is no free carriage.

　　Because the temperature is already very low, the snow that started in the middle of the night has completely wrapped the ground in silver. A string of footprints stretched out from behind Jenkins, and the caring person could figure out his trajectory based on the footprints in the snow. But Jenkins knew that the snow would last for a long time, and before dawn, the footprints would be covered by snow again.

"right here."

　　 He stood on the corner of the street and saw a three-story apartment building from a distance. Through the heavy snow, he could see the golden doorplate reflecting the bright moonlight, and the words 21-A were very clear. Mr. Pisco did not have his own residence, but like most people in the city, rented an apartment.

　　 The nobles and squires obtained local houses through inheritance, but due to the excessively high housing prices and the large income gap, people generally did not own their own houses. The price of the house and land that Jenkins bought was so low because of haunted rumors. If the price is normal, it may be several times higher. Horizontal comparison, for example, John Watson, who has the same profession as Jenkins, and his friend Sherlock Holmes, before the former became a well-known writer and the latter’s detective career really shined, the two had to share a lease if they wanted to live in London. In an apartment.

　　 Therefore, except for some lucky people who can inherit the house (such as Mr. Goodman), most of the middle-class residences in Nolan are leased for three, five or seven years. The houses in metropolises are narrow because the land is expensive and they are often multi-storey houses. This also leads to a house being used by multiple families at the same time.

　　The snow drifted past the window, and the window on the second floor by the street was Jenkins's goal. If you change the snow to rain, then the scene at this time will be exactly the same as Jenkins broke into the apartment and killed the art school students on a rainy night.

　　 "Ha~"

　　 He exhaled into his hand, then pinched his ear, feeling a little warmer. The cold at night was far beyond his expectation. His body was warmed by flames, but his exposed ears were already cold and painful.

　　 "After this incident is over, you must prepare your clothes for winter travel."

　　 He said to himself, pressing on his swollen chest, the cat squirmed and said that he was in good condition, and then he hid in the mailbox and continued to observe the apartment.

　　 A layer of snow has accumulated on the top of the mailbox, covering the rusty surface. Jenkins stretched out his hand and inserted it into the cold snow to smooth it out for observation, but at this moment, he unexpectedly found that there was a person standing in front of the second floor window.

This is not an illusion. The apartment on the second floor soon turned on the gas lamp. Mr. Pisco, who was wearing pajamas, overcoat and holding a tea cup, shrank his head, opened his window, shivered, and then directed at Jenkins beckoned.

　　 Jenkins froze for a moment, and looked around, and he was indeed the only one nearby.

　　 Before he had time to decide whether he should run away immediately, or daringly break in, the door of the building was opened. Mr. Pisco and the very impatient middle-aged landlord’s wife were standing in the hall. The gas light was still swaying because of the fact that it had just been turned on.

　　 "Mr. William, come in, the **** weather is so cold!"

　　 The middle-aged man walked to the stone steps at the door in slippers, waved to Jenkins quickly, and then immediately retracted into the room. Although there is a canopy above, there is still a layer of snow on the steps because of the wind.

Seeing that Jenkins looked like he wanted to go back, he shouted again: "Sir, I know why you are here and what you want to know. You can go back and leave, but I promise, you want The answer to can only be found with me."

　　 It seemed that he had found the right target this time. Seeing that Jenkins had no other choice, he walked out from the corner generously and held the pistol with one hand in his pocket. Brush off the snow before entering the hall, and then smiled embarrassingly at the landlord's wife.

　　 The latter ignored Jenkins at all. She was wearing her pajamas with a hair net and complained loudly to Mr. Pisco that there were still guests visiting at this late hour.

　　 Jenkins smiled as Mr. Pisco went up the stairs, and the landlord’s wife shut the wind and snow behind the door downstairs.

　　 He looked suspiciously at Pisco's back. This gentleman had obviously been waiting for Jenkins' arrival. After entering the apartment, he saw the tea set he had prepared on the table, which further proved his point.

　　 Compared to Jenkins’s house, Pisco’s apartment looks a bit small. But unexpectedly there was his own independent fireplace in the living room. After closing the door, Pisco bent over and fiddled with the fire with tongs to make the flame bigger, and then sat in the armchair opposite Jenkins.

Chapter 325 Everything is doomed

　　 The interior is a bit messy, this is a typical apartment of a man living alone. In addition to the chairs where the two sat in front of the fireplace in the house, there were some messy manuscripts on the yellow wooden floor. On the wall near the window, leaning on a brown wooden bookshelf. There are various novels and storybooks on the shelf, and Jenkins even saw his own book.

　　 The coat and hat were hung on the hanger at the door. Since Pisco called his real name, he also lifted the disguise. Now Jenkins is wearing a dark blue sweater with a black fleece vest. Chocolate lay on Jenkins' lap, letting him caress the hair on his back.

　　 At the beginning, neither of them spoke, and the flames illuminated half of the faces of the two men. The swaying shadows crawled on his face, and Jenkins always felt that the middle-aged writer on the opposite side looked pale as if he had died soon.

　　 "I'm sorry to meet you in this way."

Pisco was the first to speak. Before Jenkins asked, he took the initiative to say with an apologetic expression: "In fact, I dominate the time cycle that you have experienced in the past few days. I went to the antique shop that day to stay. Please be assured that I will pay the remaining balance."

　　 He has been using honorifics, which makes Jenkins uneasy.

　　 "I know who you are."

　　 As if seeing Jenkins' thoughts, he explained immediately. Before Jenkins could ask a question, he stood up and pulled a copper-colored box over the fireplace.

There is also a photo frame next to the 　　 box, which is Pisco's own black and white photo. The background is also the house, but the fireplace is sealed. Compared with the current middle-aged people, the young man with a bright smile in the old photos looks much healthier.

　　 "Yes, I know everything."

　　 He nodded solemnly at Jenkins, who was still alert with an ignorant expression:

　　 "He knows who I am? A false god? Twin demons? A man in black robes who collect tricks? Mr. Candle?"

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat lying on Jenkins's lap shook his body and asked Jenkins to take his hand away. Then he stood up slowly, meowed like a demonstration at the man, and went down again.

　　 It was a long time before Jenkins's hand came back, and he scratched his pants with his paw impatiently.

The 　　 box itself has no aura, but when opened, the dazzling white aura almost blinded Jenkins' eyes. He immediately covered his eyes, feeling tears coming down.

　　 "Are you okay?"

　　 Pisco asked immediately, and handed him a towel. Rubbing his cheek a little, Jenkins didn't dare to use True Eyes this time.

Inside the 　　 box is a rolled paper tube, carefully **** with a red ribbon. At first glance, I don't think there is something special, but the more I observe, the more I feel that my breathing becomes difficult.

　　 The sound of the heart beating is getting stronger and stronger, and the blood in the whole body is being supplied to the head. There was a thin and seductive voice faintly in his ears, and the fire flames in his sight curled into weird whirlpool appearances.

　　 Everything around has been distorted, and as the time of the line of sight increases, the sense of distortion becomes stronger and stronger.

　　 Jenkins took a sharp breath and turned his head to the side. When this breath was exhaled by him for a long time, except for a slight dizziness and a tingling in the back of his head, there was no major problem.

　　 "As expected, you are not affected by it at all!"

　　 Seeing that Jenkins no longer looked at it, Mr. Pisco put the box on the small wooden table between the two. There were still two teacups and a teapot, but Jenkins did not move the cups.

　　 "Oh, I forgot to introduce it, sorry."

He just remembered, and quickly said: "This piece of paper is part of C-07-0-0001, [Epic of the Years]. To be precise, it's just a blank page. I rely on it to turn back time. William Mr. Te, I know you still have a lot of things to ask, but I'm very sorry, I can't answer them yet."

Mr. Pisco nodded slightly, his face solemn: "Listen, please, on the 31st, that is today, the beginning of something that could cause the destruction of one third of the continent will appear in our city. This is a correct prediction. , This piece of paper gave me enlightenment. And the only way out is for you to solve it. I keep circulating for 31 days, just to ask you to find out what caused the destruction."

Seeing that Jenkins was not answering, he added: "Please listen, this piece of paper, a page of the epic poem of the years, has been in my body since I was born. Yes, I have been a gifter since I was born, and rely on Its power climbed to level 8 in just forty years, with almost no difficulties encountered."

　　 He put the **** of his right hand on his forehead, and when Jenkins looked at it again, the light spot had appeared.

"This piece of paper has helped me do many things, such as hiding my identity as a gifter. Sometimes, I even wonder whether I am the owner of this piece of paper, or that I am just a soul born from this piece of paper. "

　　 Despite saying so, there is no distressed expression on the face of the middle-aged man. He held the handle of the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. A plume of smoke rose slowly and then dissipated into the air.

　　 He looked at Jenkins, Jenkins shook his head hesitantly, and the man put down the pot in his hand again.

　　 What the man named Pisco said was too unbelievable, but what is certain is that this page is indeed the culprit of everything. At the moment of retrospect, he had vaguely seen a book, and this page felt the same to Jenkins.

　　 He thought for a while, and felt that there was no logical loophole in what the man said just now, but it was still difficult to accept:

　　 "In other words, you use the power of this piece of paper to reverse time so that I have a chance to save the world? Sir, this is a bit ridiculous."

　　 Mr. Pixar's mouth bends upwards, showing some smiles:

"But it is true. I was thinking a long time ago, is there any special purpose for destiny to let this piece of paper appear in my hands, to make my life so smooth, and to become a level 8 gifter at an astonishing speed? Until last year, the night before I wrote the script, I suddenly understood: I came to this world and lived this life just to sit here and say these things to you on this day. Everything is destined."

　　 He stretched out his hand, and the paper roll in the box was automatically lifted off. With a light push, it slowly flies towards Jenkins.

　　 Chocolate pounced, but Jenkins held it down. He hesitated to hold the roll of paper, and pulled the slipknot of the ribbon to reveal the content.

Chapter 326 Chapter 321 The One Who Saves The World

　　 This was originally a blank piece of paper, but it is well preserved. There is no stain on the pale yellow paper, and the touch is not so smooth. At the top, dipped in dark blue ink with a quill pen, which is already rare, wrote two sentences in swash-style lingua franca: Back to the early morning of the 31st.

　　 These two sentences led to two incidents, and if nothing happens, this kind of thing will happen.

　　 Jenkins re-rolled the paper, tied the bow carefully and put it back in the box. The current explanation makes sense, but there are still many doubts.

　　 He soothed the dissatisfied cat, licked some dry lips, and first asked a seemingly irrelevant question:

　　 "Mr. Pisco, if what you just said is true. Then, do you think that your life is being deliberately arranged?"

　　 The middle-aged man shook his head again, the hairy scum on his face was particularly clear under the firelight:

"I sighed when I was young, but it doesn't matter anymore. What is arrangement? What is freedom? I live happily, and all decisions are made by my own wishes. Moreover, compared to those huddled up in the corners of the alley to spend the winter Poor man, if I can talk to you with my teacup, what right do I have to complain?"

　　 Jenkins accepted the answer. He just wanted to judge whether the things about the epic of time were true or false.

　　 "What is the epic of time?"

　　 He asked again, this phrase contains the word "years", and the security level is 0, the special status can be imagined.