Bishop Strick asked whether Jenkins needed a guard, whether he needed to be carried or secretly protected, but Jenkins refused.

　　 "I'm just as a tourist. There is no danger in going around the city."

　　 There are two things that need to be done before starting to travel and sightseeing. Among them, the Tegel Museum mentioned by the professor is closer, so this is the first destination.

　　 The Tegel Museum is a private museum with a distinctive style, which mainly collects some interesting items from the pre-epoch. The museum's fees are not expensive, you can go in for 1 shilling and 7 pence, and more importantly, the price of adult tickets and children's tickets are the same, but there is no cat ticket.

　　 Since it is a tourist visit, then Jenkins did not rush to contact Professor Burns's friends. He was curiously standing next to the showcase and looked at the mottled antiquities. This era has lasted for nearly 2000 years, so the items in the showcase are at least before 2000.

　　 There are almost no people in the museum. After turning to the left from the entrance, it is a curved corridor. One side of the corridor is covered with black and white photos of the wall, and the other side is decorated with paintings.

　　 "Don't stretch out your paws."

　　 He whispered a warning about the chocolate on his shoulder, then took off his hat and his cane and looked up at the photo. This is obviously an excavation site, but I can't tell the specific time and location of the shooting.

　　 moved closer to the wall, squinted on tiptoes, raised his head, and looked at the top note.

　　【1823, excavation site of Kedru Ruins】

　　 "Crude Ruins? Daddy seems to have told me about it..."

　　 He muttered to himself in a low voice, remembering it when he looked at the blurred slate in the photo.

"Yes, the deepest part of this ruin is sealed with an appearanceless monster of the 15th era. It is a creature far beyond the life level of human beings. The group of archaeologists who discovered it were all crazy, and a few members escaped. The chase of the church has even established a secret cult that worships that monster. This cult is still active in the southernmost part of the mainland."

　　 For Jenkins more than half a century later, this is a very interesting thing. In the material world, it is difficult to see such higher beings with genuine spiritual pollution and intellectual pollution. Although they are fatal to humans, Jenkins thinks it is very helpful for him to find a way to improve his life.

　　 He carefully observed the old photos, thinking about how many men smiling happily in the photos can survive this era.

　　Chocolate is not very interested in these things. From time to time, he rubs Jenkins's neck with his tail hair, so that he can quickly look elsewhere.

　　 The area of ​​this private museum is really not small, it is divided into two floors. The second floor is not open to tourists, it is the archives and reference room.

　　In this era, there is no regulation to take out fakes for exhibition in order to protect cultural relics. After all, everyone has paid for it. Therefore, many antiquities are very valuable in Jenkins' view.

　　 Because he studied with his father, he is considered a half archaeology student, but his way of judging cultural relics is mostly through valuation.

Section 427 Chapter 421 Mask and Pistol (2/10)

　　In a distant era, there was also a brilliant civilization, and there is even sufficient evidence to prove that the steam industry is definitely not the first time to appear on this land.

　　 The decline and fall of ancient civilization is a huge mystery for people in this era. People like Professor Burns have dedicated their lives here.

　　 There are not many remnants of civilization that can stand the test of time, so it will inevitably feel the same if you read more. He soon discovered a huge carved stone slab. The main body of the slate was a man holding his right hand in a lift-up shape. Around him, there were some people who could not see clearly.

　　 There are some words on the slate, but Jenkins can't even tell which civilization they belong to.

　　The most important thing is that there is only one moon in the nick on the stone slab that represents the starry sky.

　　 "Are you interested in this, Baron Williams?"

　　 turned around, an old gentleman with round glass glasses was standing behind him, also looking up at the slate standing on the wall.

　　 "Are you... Mr. Tigle?"

　　 Mr. Tigle is the owner of the museum. He is a wealthy businessman, and he is also a friend and research patron of Professor Burns.

　　 "Yes, welcome to Berdylan, you look really as young and handsome as Cosmo said."

　　 Cosmo is the name of Professor Burns, because few people mentioned it, and Jenkins even wondered for a second before trying to figure out who he was referring to.

　　 "Based on this, you infer that I am Jenkins Williams?"

　　 "No, young man. My basis is this morning's newspaper. The photo of you and the queen is in the headlines."

After 　　 finished, he couldn't help but laugh.

　　 "Oh, yes, yes."

　　 shook his head awkwardly, then looked at the stone slab again.

　　 "Excuse me, which era is this stone slab? It seems to be preserved perfectly."

　　 "This was found in the 16th era ruins."

　　 Jenkins was taken aback, how could there be only one moon in the sky in the 16th era?

　　 "But the content inside is obviously not from that era."

Teague took a step forward and stood beside Jenkins: "Kozmo told me in the letter that you are also in the antique industry, so you can definitely see that the style of slate carving is definitely not the sixteenth period, or even resembles it. It is an art style of the 15th century. It is older, rougher and more primitive, so we speculate that this should be a certain gentleman in the 16th age, a copy of the original slate we have not yet discovered."

He smiled and said: "Stone is an information carrier that is easily affected by air, so this one before us is also carved from the piece I asked someone to unearth three years ago. Some things are not suitable for the public. Exhibiting in front of them is not to deceive, but to better preserve them."

　　 Jenkins also agrees on this point. The fakes displayed in the storefront of the old man are also because most of the genuine products need to be preserved more carefully.

　　 Jenkins nodded, "Sir, in which era do you think the content of the slate was formed? The Eleventh Century? Or earlier."

　　 "Hahaha, it seems that your archaeological skills are really good. Most people would not imagine it came from such an old age."

　　 In fact, Jenkins's inference was based on a 13th-period occult material he had seen, which explained in detail the influence of the bimonthly on the starry sky ceremony. Therefore, the era of a single month is definitely earlier than that point in time.

　　 "I can't answer your question, young man. There are too many unknowns in ancient times, but because of this, they are so fascinating."

　　 He took a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put on them, then pushed open the fence surrounding the stone slabs. Carefully rubbed his fingers on the slate writing, his eyes seemed to be gleaming.

　　 Mr. Tigle also invited Jenkins to visit his private collection room, where the treasures are all antiques measured in units of thousands of pounds. There are no special items here, but Jenkins still sees it with relish, and constantly calculates in his heart how much he can sell these items at a premium.

　　Professor Burns asked Jenkins to fetch a lot of information. After Mr. Tegel wrapped them in kraft paper, they were almost 4 inches thick (about 10.16 cm).

　　 With the heavy bag of documents, before leaving the museum, Tegel gave Jenkins a strange artistic style mask as a gift.

The main tone of the 　　 mask is deep black, and three irregular circular holes of similar size are dug out at the two positions of the eyes and mouth. The two cheeks were painted with disgusting dark green to make two dots, and then three circles of shaking ripples spread out from this center.

　　 This is also an ordinary item, and it looks pretty ugly in Jenkins's eyes. He originally wanted to refuse, but the enthusiasm of the old gentleman was too high.

　　 He walked out the gate of the museum with the documents. He thought that only a few pages of paper could be stuffed into his pocket, and it would not affect the teacher who visited Miss Audrey next time. But in this situation, it is impossible for him to take a package to visit other people's homes, so he can only find a carriage and return to the church.

　　 walked two streets without seeing any free carriages, looked around in place, got into an alley and wanted to take a shortcut to leave the pedestrian street.

　　 The alleys here are as narrow and dirty as the alleys in Nolan City. The densely packed pipes on the walls make the gaps that were not wide open even smaller.

　　 He had to carefully observe his feet before he dared to step because there were some excrement on the ground. The glamour of the city has nothing to do with the places where the sun can't shine. After all, it is meaningless to spend gold pounds to manage this place.

　　 just walked to the middle of the alley, and from the front alley came a middle-aged man in a black trench coat. He had a big hook nose, and the collar of the trench coat was raised up to cover most of his face.

　　 Jenkins slowed down, because the man stopped and looked at him directly.

　　 Looking back again, a stranger also walked behind him. It was a young man with a scholarly temperament, wearing a dark gray hat. If Jenkins remembers correctly, he is a tourist who just passed by in the museum.

　　 "Do you have anything to do with me?"

　　 He raised his eyebrows and asked, the chocolate on his shoulders made a threatening meow sound in harmony.

　　 These two people are ordinary people, and there are no special items on them. But still can't relax their vigilance, they are likely to have a pistol.

　　 While thinking, the two people actually raised their pistols at the same time.

Section 428 Chapter 422 Immortal (3/10)

　　 "Hand over things."

　　 "Oh, gentlemen, please don't do this, if you want anything, please do not hesitate to say."

　　 He raised his hands, and the package he had been holding in his hands fell to the ground together with his cane.

　　 "It's not this, it's that."

　　 The dark muzzle of the middle-aged man pointed to the mask on his left hand.

"This one?"

　　 he asked suspiciously, and when he let go, the mask fell under his feet.

　　 "May I go, please?"

　　嘭~

　　Unexpected gunshots, I remembered that Jenkins staggered down. The bullet hit his chest and the thrust made him fall backward.

　　 "Is the car overturned?"

　　 A thick and unbelievable came to my heart. The original plan was to change the embarrassment of being attacked by the enemy first before doing it, but I didn't expect that they would dare to kill people without any scruples in the downtown area.

　　 "I'm just like this, died here?"

　　嘭~嘭~嘭~

　　 There were a few more shots, and there were a few more blood holes in Jenkins who collapsed on the ground.

　　 The men breathed a sigh of relief, put their pistols away, and joined them in the middle. The young one squatted down with a smile, but before his hand touched the mask, his wrist was held by the other hand.

　　 "Ah~"

　　 The flame swallowed him in an instant, and the man wrapped in the raging flame broke away from Jenkins's hand and rolled frantically on the ground, but the flame did not weaken at all.

　　 Jenkins stood up with a sullen face, stooped to pick up the chocolate and put it on his shoulder, and glanced at the clothes with blood holes on him.

　　 "I almost died, this world is really dangerous."

　　 The middle-aged man was already too scared to lift his legs. He watched his companion burned to a corpse, and some liquid spilled from his trouser legs and splashed his black leather shoes.

　　 In his mind, the only people who are still immortal after being hit in the heart are the cruel and terrifying monsters hidden in the dark in the story of childhood mothers.

　　 His legs could no longer support his body, and he tried to rub back against the ground with his palms, and Jenkins' anger was no longer under control.

　　 "It's almost..."

　　 He bent down and picked up the pistol, trying to keep his face calm, but his nose was still shaking.

　　 "Almost died."

　　 drew a knife with his left hand, and the muzzle of his right hand steadily pointed at his forehead: "I ask you to answer, you only have one chance. First, what are you here for."

　　 "I, I, God...ah~"

　　 The knife rubbed some rust on the steam pipe on the wall, then slammed it into his shoulder, and then quickly pulled it out.

　　 The middle-aged man’s face distorted by fear is already occupied by tears and snot.

"If you don’t answer, I will burn your body and throw your soul into the deepest hell. I will find your family one by one, bring back the souls of your dead ancestors, and desecrate them, I will Curse all your family and friends..."

　　 Even in a furious state, he still knows what kind of words are the most effective.

　　 "I came to find that mask, because I saw you take him away, so I followed Ben with him, ah~"

　　 Jenkins stuck/into his other shoulder again and pulled it out:

　　 "The second question, why did you steal the mask?"

　　 "I, I don't know, Brother Higgins asked us to come. God, save me, God, take a look at me, ah~"

　　 A finger was cut off.

　　 "The third question, does the owner of the museum know that his objects are being spotted?"

　　 "I don't know. You devil, no, oh..."

　　 This time, a piece of meat was cut off from the nose.

　　 "The fourth question, who is Big Brother Higgins?"

"It's the leader of a gang in the south of the city. He should be at the Black Rose Bar right now. Yes, he is always there. We were originally only doing some smuggled drinks business, this time we don’t know what happened... Oh, thank you, thank you."

　　 he shouted desperately, because Jenkins dropped the pistol and stood up with the knife.

　　 He raised his empty right hand, and then pressed it down suddenly, and the huge boulder that appeared out of thin air immediately smashed the man into mud.

　　 "Huh~"

　　 took a deep breath, and finally calmed down.

"do not be afraid."

　　 rubbed the blood on his hands against the clothes, and then began to stroke the kitten on his shoulders.

　　 It gently slapped Jenkins's fingers with its paws, and then made the softest cry since Jenkins adopted it.

　　 The ability of the undead is finally figured out, and the effect is simple and clear, that is, immortality. More specifically, at least when the body is mostly intact and the spirit is still abundant, it is immortal.

　　 At the moment when he was hit in the chest and fell to the ground, Jenkins truly felt that there was only a gap in his body, and the spirit was scattered all over the body to maintain the survival of life.