Miss Miller frowned and shouted, her usual personality is very easy-going, but when doing things related to math, she hates being interrupted by people.

　　 Walking in are the maid who brought tea for the two and another young woman. She was walking in a hurry, and although she was wearing a scarf, her face was flushed with cold. This should be the visitor.

　　 "Miss Miller."

　　 Seeing there is a man here, the woman is obviously taken aback, but when she sees the table full of papers and the kitten lying lazily beside her, she realizes that it is not what she thought.

　　 "Sorry to bother you so late, did you see my lady today?"

　　 speaks quickly.

　　 "Miss Dolores Kingsley? Sorry, Julia, she didn't come to visit today. May I ask what happened?"

　　 If Jenkins remembers correctly, the current queen of the Kingdom of Hampavo, whose surname was Kingsley before her marriage, and her father is the Duke of her country.

　　 "It seems that Miss Miller's friend is still a nobleman."

　　 thought a little surprised.

　　 "Sorry to interrupt, I'll look for it elsewhere."

　　 She turned around and left after she said, but Miss Miller winked at Jenkins, and then immediately got up and chased after her.

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 It's a pity, what Jenkins is not good at is trying to figure out what a woman thinks.

　　 "Do you want me to stay, follow, or something else?"

　　 After a few seconds, he waved at the chocolate, and the cat immediately jumped into the man's arms.

　　 He also hurried out of the door and asked the maid, and he found the women in the atrium talking in the snow.

　　 Julia looked like she was about to cry, while Miss Miller comforted her softly.

　　 "My friend is missing. Sorry, let's end the seminar tonight."

　　 While she was talking, she blinked at Jenkins again. This time Jenkins miraculously understood the meaning of her eyes.

　　 "Need my help?"

"This......"

　　Miss Miller turned around and looked at Julia embarrassedly: "Although I am a detective, it is better for a man to follow me at such a late trip. My friend is good at fighting and firearms, so I should be able to act as a bodyguard for the time being."

　　 Julia wiped her tears and thanked Jenkins and Miss Miller:

　　 "How do you call this gentleman?"

　　 "Herkeley Poirot."

　　 Before Jenkins could answer, Miss Miller gave the pseudonym directly.

In the mathematics seminar, the two also once expressed their views on the current detective novels. Jenkins mocked the current novelists fiercely, and then explained some stories under the names of Holmes and Polo, but she did not expect her to be. remember.

　　 The maid Julia finally accepted Miss Miller’s help, and after a brief explanation of the situation, she led the two to board an amazing carriage with a very ordinary appearance but luxurious interior decoration.

　　 Of course, even Jenkins could see that Miss Dolores Kingsley’s disappearance seemed a bit strange, because the maid Julia still refused to tell them her schedule for today.

　　I am worried that she eloped with others. This kind of bridge is more than just a story. Nolan has had such a scandal recently. But great writers have recently made great progress in emotional intelligence, knowing that such speculations on such occasions will only be offensive.

　　Think about it, Miss Kingsley’s disappearance only happened for about an hour, and Julia would be so nervous and look a little nervous.

I asked for a little bit. In addition to the accident of the three, there are other "trustworthy people" who were sent to check where Miss Kingsley might be. If they can’t be found within three hours, I’m afraid they will be notified. The duke searched together.

　　 And Miss Miller was able to intervene in this matter because of her status as a well-known Nolan detective. I don't know what method was used, she easily gained the trust of the maid.

　　 It can be seen that Julia is still concealing a lot of things, and originally did not want to let Jenkins follow, but Miss Miller's words solved everything.

Chapter 387 Chapter 382 Deception and Making Friends

　　The wheel ran across the snow, making a creaking sound, and the three people in the carriage came to an unremarkable street together.

　　 Julia led the two "detectives" out of the car, stepped into the alley on snow and garbage, and the three covered their noses together.

　　 "Miss was going to meet me here, but I waited for a long time and didn't see her. There are no footprints around here...What are you looking at?"

　　In Julia's eyes, both the man and the woman were holding the kerosene lamp and looked seriously at the wall at the end of the alley.

　　 There are some malicious and dirty graffiti on the wall, and the garbage pile in the corner emits an even more unbearable smell.

　　 In the eyes of Jenkins and Miss Miller, endless white light is emitting from the light door on the wall. In the depths of the light, someone seemed to be watching them.

　　 "You arranged this too?"

　　 He rubbed his arm against the woman's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

"How is it possible that if I have this kind of ability, I still try my best to plan? Also, tonight's matter has nothing to do with me, my plan has not yet started. But this is fine... .."

　　 After speaking, she motioned to Jenkins to stop talking, and turned to look at the puzzled maid Julia.

　　 "Excuse me, what are you looking at?"

　　 she asked in a low voice, afraid to disturb the detective's thoughts.

　　 "We can probably guess where Miss Dolores Kingsley went."

　　 The maid immediately took two steps forward and grabbed Miss Miller's hand: "Excuse me..."

　　 "But please wait a moment, I am afraid the situation is a bit special now. Please answer my question honestly, this question is very important."

　　 Jenkins stepped closer to the two women without a trace.

　　 "Miss Kingsley, is it a gifter?"

　　 "Ah~"

　　 Julia's mouth erupted in exclamation, but she was quickly suppressed. She looked at the two people warily, and stretched her right hand to her waist subconsciously.

　　 is a professional maid after all, she was ready to deal with the next development in an instant.

　　 "Don't be nervous, if she is a gifter, then you should also know some things. For example..."

　　 took a step to the side and let his gaze averted, and then stretched out his finger to the wall: "Cracked Land."

　　 didn't show a puzzled expression, she just glanced inquiringly.

　　 "Two people......"

　　 "Yes, we are all unregistered gifters, but the level is very low."

　　 It seems that Miss Miller's ability to open her eyes and tell lies is no worse than Jenkins.

　　 Thinking of this, he also nodded solemnly to the maid Julia. Miss Miller took off her black woolen gloves and continued:

　　 "I have no other meaning in contact and association with Miss Kingsley. I really didn't expect that aristocratic girl like her would also risk becoming a benefactor."

　　 While talking, she reached out and grabbed Jenkins's hand and was about to exit the alley with him.

"please......"

　　 "Julia, you have to understand how low the survival rate is in Deception."

　　Miss Miller interrupted what the woman wanted to say, made a sorry expression, and then asked:

　　 "As Miss Kingsley, it's impossible to find someone willing to take risks for her. She shouldn't be the first day to be a gifter. Couldn't you find a few close friends?"

　　Julia couldn't answer this sentence. She couldn't tell the two people in front of her that, in fact, her master was the princess of the kingdom. In order to conceal her identity, she would never associate with the benefactors in her true colors. Moreover, there is the possibility of the collapse at any time. If she is willing to spend money, she can also find a helper, but she can't waste time anymore. God knows whether those mercenaries are in the tavern or not.

　　 The reason why I can't speak is that Julia can always feel the warmth and kindness from the short lady in front of her. Although she has not known each other for a long time, she subconsciously regards this person as a trustworthy person.

　　 "Kingsley's family, don't treat friends badly."

　　 She thought for a long time, she can only guarantee that.

　　 "I want to discuss with my friend."

　　Miss Miller said sternly.

　　 Julia nodded, exited the alley and stood in front of the carriage.

　　 "B-11-5-2305, the ticket to go home. It's not a single one, but it can be found in the gaps in books, papyrus or other papers. It is extraordinary renewable."

　　 "Similar to magic conch?"

"Yes it is."

She nodded and looked into Jenkins’s eyes: “I have two tickets. One ticket can allow a person to return to his “home” from any place. It can work not only in the material world, but also in the treacherous world. Even other worlds are fine."

　　 "I understand, I will help you."

　　 He nodded, never letting go of this opportunity to explore the treacherous realm without danger. But he still has one question:

　　 "Why has someone entered the treacherous realm, and this entrance is still here?"

"If you enter from the first gifter, the entrance to the treacherous realm will not be hidden for 2 to 3 hours, and people who enter during this period will appear in the treacherous realm at the same time. There seems to be adjustments to the space-fragmented place. The function of time... don't you even know this?"

　　 Jenkins turned his face, although he has experienced a lot of treacherous realms, he really hasn’t learned anything about it.

　　 "Is it worth wasting two special items to meet someone?"

　　 He took the ferry ticket, the style is very ordinary, the material feels like hard cardboard. There are only a few words above:

　　 Departure station: here;

　　 Terminal: Home.

　　 "It's worth it, the identity of this lady is not that simple."

Julia was quickly called back by Miss Miller. The two moons happened to be behind a man and a woman in the alley at this time. Although it was a bit dim, Julia could still see clearly that their faces looked like death. Resolute expression.

　　 For a moment, Julia regretted not finding some trustworthy benefactors for her Royal Highness to protect her, and now she can only let the two new enthusiastic friends take risks.

　　 Jenkins disagrees with this way of "making friends" with deception, but he believes that Miss Miller is a good girl. This method is only used to get close to people who are not easily accessible, not malicious deception.

　　 "We can enter the treacherous realm to rescue Miss Kingsley, but there will never be a second time like this. I hope the Kingsley family can remember the risks we face."

　　 "Of course, Miss Miller, Mr. Poirot, the Kingsley family will never owe their friends."

　　Miss Miller nodded, looked at Jenkins, and motioned for him to say something.

　　 "Watch my cat."

　　 He said these words sternly, unbuttoned the top button of the heavy black coat, took out the struggling chocolate, and then nodded to Miss Miller, and the two walked side by side into the endless white light.

Chapter 388 Chapter 383 Plants and Blood

　　 Calm was restored in the alley, and only the maid and the cat were left in the bimonthly and falling snow.

　　 Julia looked at the bare wall for a while before noticing the cat standing in the snow, so she squatted down carefully and clapped her hands and whispered:

　　 "Come here, shall we go to the carriage?"

　　 Chocolate didn't even look at her, and ran to the roof of the low house dexterously along the rusty wooden ladder covered with snow on the side of the wall. There was a cry of milk while lying there, and the amber pupils looked at the position of the wall brightly.

　　 "What will happen if I enter the paradox with a projected body?"

　　 This is what Jenkins thought of when he stepped into the treacherous realm.

　　 Even though he has reached level 3, the dizziness and vomiting still make him extremely uncomfortable. He knelt on the ground with difficulty, and it took him a while to relax.

　　 The temperature here is much higher than in the city of Ruen, the room is very narrow, and there is no decent lighting tools as always.

　　 are Miss Miller and another young lady who I don’t know. Jenkins thinks this is Dolores Kingsley.

　　 "Level 3, just like me."

　　 There is no extra decoration in the room, and the windows are tightly sealed with boards and nails as in the first treacherous realm.

　　 In the center of the room is an exaggerated round table with dense potted plants. An old man with a beard almost dragging to the ground stood by the table, carrying an old-fashioned black oil lamp, and staring blankly at the three people in the dark.

　　 "Miss Miller? So are you..."

　　 The young lady exclaimed in surprise.

　　Miss Miller narrowed her eyes and said unceremoniously:

　　 "Julia is worried about your situation, so let us come here to help you. This is my friend, Mr. Poirot. Please remember, this time you owe us a lot of favor!"

"I know."