"Don't show such an expression, Jenkins, it will only make you look more like a child. Your appearance is young enough!"

　　 moved the luggage to the dark carriage. After getting closer, Jenkins smelled the strong smell of blood in the carriage.

　　 "Are you really sure, you can avoid the driver's "fare"?"

　　 Jenkins didn't dare to say too clearly because the coachman was right beside him.

　　 "Please rest assured, I know some very secret knowledge..."

　　 She considered for a moment, as if she was thinking of something, she stood in front of the carriage and smiled slightly:

"Some crooks are extremely special. Most of these special crooks have their own intelligence and can communicate effectively. Some have no intelligence, such as the A-02-4-3868 I encountered three years ago. Haunted toll toilet.

　　 There is a special kind of currency recognized by them, which can be exchanged for the help of these special tricks. From A-01-0-5001 to A-01-0-5017, there are seventeen kinds of crime coins, and I am referring to them. "

　　 While talking, she took out two delicate pink round coins from her pocket, let Jenkins observe them, and gave them to the coachman.

　　 The coachman quietly stretched out his withered arm wrapped in a bandage, then/clenched his fist and put the coin back into his pocket.

"This is the gem of lust/desire. It was discovered three years ago while exploring a 13th-era tomb. Since you are a gift from the Church of the Sages, you should be able to find relevant introductions in the library, but the number of sin coins It’s very rare, and no one knows how to make it, which is really a shame."

　　 This is the answer to the question worth 200,000 gold pounds. Now Jenkins can get the answer for free.

　　 He had speculated about the use of sin coins long ago, but he didn't expect it to be the case.

　　 "Wait, say, if I had guilt coins when I met the little girl A-01-2-0198, wouldn't it be okay..."

　　Miss Miller has boarded the carriage, and the coachman raised his whip and was about to set off.

　　 "Then let's separate here, please apologize to Audrey for me, there is no time to say goodbye to her."

　　 She shook the spiritual magnet in her hand: "This stone is very interesting. I may be able to reach Nolan tomorrow, so see you tomorrow night!"

　　 "See you tomorrow, the journey goes smoothly!"

　　 Regardless of other things, he stood on tiptoe, hugged Miss Miller through the car window, and then stood in the snow and waved goodbye.

　　 The wheels turned slowly, but there were no traces of ruts in the snow. Miss Miller poked her head out of the window of the carriage again:

"I went to Luen this time to visit Mr. J.W., who made significant contributions to "A Brief Introduction to Advanced Mathematics" and "Principles of Probability and Statistics". I think he should be the most powerful mathematician of this era. But I think this gentleman may not be more advanced in mathematics research than you. After the visit, I will return to Nolan, and then I can discuss those interesting questions together. Goodbye, Jenkins!"

　　 "Mr. J·W?"

　　 Jenkins This is the first time she has heard her mention the reason for going to Luen. The familiar initials made him stunned.

　　 Seeing the expression on Jenkins’s face, Miss Miller, who stuck her head out of the window frame, was also taken aback: "What's the matter? Wait, J·W, this won’t be..."

　　 The carriage drove into the void quietly, and the woman's voice echoed in the empty streets. Only Jenkins, with a surprised expression on his face, raised his hand and looked at the empty and dark streets covered in snow.

　　 "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

　　 He paused for a word and asked in the open space.

　　 returned home with a sense of horror and hurriedly resolved the dinner between herself and Chocolate. She wanted to take a look at the information brought out from the basement of Ponton Winery, but she did not expect that Miss Daili rang the doorbell very on time.

　　 "Miss Miller is gone."

　　 He stood in the hall to let the woman in, helped her put the umbrella in the hanger beside the door, and said very directly.

　　PS: I wish you all a happy New Year's Day in advance. When I was young, I thought that 2019 was a very future concept, but I didn't expect to live to this point in time. A new month is coming soon, ask for votes.

Chapter 353 Chapter 348 The Death of the Playwright

　　 Miss Audrey's face showed a surprised expression, and then immediately became sad again.

　　 Jenkins realized that there was some ambiguity in the sentence just now:

"Oh, I mean, we ran into A-11-2-3301 when we came back just now. Ha, Miss Miller has been searching for so long, but she didn't expect to find it this way in the end. She has already set off for Ruen. , Let me apologize to you for her, too late to say goodbye to you."

　　 The woman glanced at him, and the flashing expression for a moment made Jenkins the illusion that she was going to reach out and hit someone:

　　 "It's nothing, but what you said just now really scared me."

　　 The two were seated in the living room. Although today is Wednesday, so many things have happened and night classes have also been cancelled. Jenkins does not have to worry about missing the class time.

　　 "Are things going well?"

　　 "It's going well. I will go to Mr. Pisco in a while. He probably won't last long. I need to confirm whether the thing I solved is the cause of the so-called disaster."

　　 "Tomorrow I will do divination again. I have applied to the church to use a special item, I hope it will be useful."

　　Miss Audrey didn't chat here for too long. She came here this time mainly to confirm whether Jenkins and Miller's plan went smoothly. Before leaving, she also told Jenkins not to forget the astronomy course starting next week, when they could talk more about what happened "today".

　　 Soon after Miss Audrey left, Jenkins didn’t take a break and set off to Mr. Pisco’s house.

　　 Fortunately, this gentleman is still alive.

　　 When I saw him, the middle-aged playwright was leaning on the bed, covered with a thick blue-gray striped quilt.

　　 His face is pale, even if the gas lamp is directly above the bed, the light can't make his expression any better.

　　 "There are so many things that happened today...you can see the movement that you made, huh, even if I can’t go out."

　　 Jenkins doesn't know what to say, this gentleman may not have been long.

　　 "Is it going well?"

　　 Mr. Pisco asked the same question.

　　 "Fortunately, I at least did everything I could."

　　 "That's good, Mr. Williams, don't leave any regrets. I can't tell whether what you have done is right or wrong, but I have no choice but to do so."

　　 After saying this, both of them fell silent.

　　 For a long time, Jenkins handed him the teacup beside the bed and asked:

　　 "Mr. Pisco, do you have any regrets in your life?"

　　 "Probably not."

　　 While he was talking, he smiled weakly:

　　 "My life is for this moment, yes, no regrets..."

"you......"

　　 The transparent body gradually began to return to its original appearance. Accompanied by it, the man began to breathe.

　　 "I have no regrets, yes, no. Mr. William, I have bought a cemetery, and my friends all know that I am terminally ill. If you have time, please attend my funeral."

　　 His muddy brown eyes seemed to be shining, and Jenkins nodded slowly.

　　 "Do you have anything else you want to say?"

　　 he asked again.

"Go ahead, Mr. William. The road ahead is still long. I hope that destiny can always guide you. The meaning of my life is to provide you with this insignificant help in your future path. There will be more victims, but don’t look back, just keep going..."

　　 His left hand stretched out from the quilt, holding half of a piece of paper that seemed to have been bitten by an animal. Jenkins reached out to catch it, but the hand just reached halfway and it dropped.

　　 Half a blank page of [Epic of the Years], with this action, it slowly turned into a white light spot and disappeared into the air.

　　 "Mr. Pisco?"

　　 Jenkins yelled softly, stood up, bent down to try his breath, and touched the pulse on his neck.

　　 "Thank you."

　　 He stood by the bed and whispered.

　　 It doesn't matter whether Mr. Pisco is the ordinary soul selected by that piece of paper, or whether he is the soul born from the paper.

　　 Seeing that his left hand was still hanging by the bed, he lifted the quilt and put that hand in. Only then did he discover that the middle-aged man was still holding a photo frame in his right hand, which was pressed on top of the heart by that hand.

　　 He hesitated, apologized softly, and took the photo frame out of his hand.

　　 In the photo is a young girl with long hair, holding the straw hat on her head with her right hand, smiling happily at the camera, with a large flower field and a windmill in the background.

　　 In the lower left corner of the photo, written in a pen:

　　Dear Andesia

　　According to the age of this black-and-white photo and poor photography, this is at least thirty years ago.

　　 "Look, you still lie, it is regrettable."

　　 He said softly, closed his eyes and sighed, and put the photo back into the hands of the corpse.

　　 With a sad mood, Jenkins notified the landlord’s wife of Mr. Pisco’s death.

　　 She covered her mouth and cried softly, but she was not surprised. Just like Mr. Pisco said, he has arranged his own affairs very properly, whether it is a funeral, a tomb or an inheritance, all have a good deal with.

　　 Even the same thing I bought from the old antique shop, left the rest of the purchase price.

　　 In order to avoid getting into trouble, Jenkins left before Mr. Pisco’s friends arrived and returned home.

　　 stood in the darkness on the street corner, leaning on the cold brick wall to one side, and looked back at the apartment again. Jenkins couldn't describe what kind of man it was, and didn't want to think about his life, because it was all over.

　　 couldn't let go of it for a long time, and when he got home, he flung a ball of flame into the fireplace with his wrist, and then sat down on the sofa.

　　 did not turn on the gas lamp, only the fire in the fireplace shining on his face.

　　 The coat was already hung on the hanger in the hall, and Chocolate jumped onto the sofa with catwalks, lying on the man's lap and letting him caress.

　　 "A very interesting day, but it's too tired."

　　 He said to the chocolate, who squinted his eyes to enjoy stroking, ignoring him at all.

　　 "Mr. Pisco is right. His death is worthwhile. It is inherently a death, or lighter than..."

He thought of a lot of things, thought of the materials brought out from Ponton Winery that had not been carefully checked, thought of the secret letters of the councillors that Miss Miller had entrusted to him before leaving, thought of Miss Audrey’s The last thing that came to mind during the course was the smiling face of Mr. Pisco before his death and the old photo in his hands.

　　 He was so tired, a picture flashed before his eyes, his eyelids drooping a little, and finally he tilted his head and sat on the sofa to fall asleep.

　　PS: Happy 2019! I wish you all in the new year...Well, let’s say these words in the Spring Festival, in short, everything goes well!

　　 New year and new weather, please ask for votes!

Chapter 354 Chapter 349 The Real Cause

　　 Can't feel the touch from above, Chocolate opened a cat's pupil and glanced up, then stood up from Jenkins's knee and shook his hair.

Quickly jumped off the man, stared at him with piercing eyes for a while, then gently "meow~", and ran out of the living room on tiptoe, dexterously under the door of the house. The small door went out.

　　 It is still snowing in the dark, and because the curtains are not opened, the flames of the indoor fireplace cannot illuminate the outside.

　　 It faced the house of the widow who lived alone next door with a slight hostility, waved its paws twice, and then quickly dived into the shadows.

When 　　 appeared again, he had already come to the alleyway of the alley nearest to the old antique shop.

　　 When the carriage passed by, the kerosene lamp used to illuminate the coachman happened to form a small shadow at the entrance of the lane, and the cat got out of it.

　　 It stepped on the snow along the deserted Fifth Queen's Road, and soon came to the door of the old antique shop.

　　 Dad is not in the store now, so many things have happened today, there are still many places where he is needed.

　　Although the door is locked, it can't stop the chocolate. It went through the wall, through the floor, and came to the storage room directly under the counter. It looked around and found a round stone ball.

　　 Cat Claw easily broke through the complex protection measures of the old man, and flicked the stone ball to his side.

　　 The cat lowered his head and moved it back and forth with his two front paws, with a serious expression. After a while, some dark lines appeared on the surface of the stone ball.

　　 It stopped its movements, swung its claws to make the stone ball float by its side, and then returned home with it. Jenkins still kept leaning on the sofa, breathing smoothly and slowly.

Although 　　 only wears a white shirt, he is very close to the fireplace, so it should not be too cold. The man's young face was shining in the fire, the chocolate widened and the cat looked at it for a long time before he suddenly realized what he was going to do.

　　 It rolled the ball up with its furry tail, and then jumped onto Jenkins with it.

　　 The man was startled, but he was so tired, he just touched the chocolate dissatisfied, and fell asleep again without opening his eyes.

　　 The cat’s tail slowly rises upward, and the end of the straight tail is a rolled up stone ball. The stone skin was peeling off, and the dust was swept away by the airflow from nowhere before it fell on the bodies of people and cats.

　　 Finally, the **** eyeballs appeared in the tail hair of the chocolate. It wriggled to escape, but after being shaken by the chocolate a few times, it calmed down.

　　 The tip of his tail was close to Jenkins' heart, and a vicious expression was reflected in that strange black eye.

　　The black silk thread oozes from the pupils, and the fibers of the shirt carefully rooted into the skin. Thousands of open eyes appeared looming in the air, staring coldly at the sleeping person.

　　 At this time, zero came.