"The snow has just begun to fall, how can there be an avalanche?"

　　 an elderly lady with a hairnet asked sharply.

　　 "Yes, ma'am. Although we think the snow only starts at dinner, it is already hundreds of miles away. Believe it, the snow in this area has already started at least last night!"

　　 He had to explain the obvious to the old man, and while talking, he took out the handkerchief in the chest pocket of his shirt and wiped his sweat.

　　 "But what should I do with my business? I have to arrive in Cheffordshire on Thursday!"

　　 The middle-aged man standing behind the crowd shouted loudly, his complaint aroused the approval of a small group of people.

　　 "Gentlemen, the United Railway Company will definitely compensate you, it will!"

　　 He repeated it over and over again, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

　　 No matter what, it is an unchangeable fact that the train will stay in the unmanned snowfield for one night. However, the steam train carried sufficient fuel, water and food, and the heating in the compartments was also satisfactory. This finally calmed the complaints of passengers.

　　 After the interruption of this incident, Jenkins also felt completely drowsy. Coupled with the obvious excitement of the chocolate again, he became more like a nocturnal animal. He simply no longer lay back on the bed, but went to the carriage where the restaurant was with Mr. Adams Nellie, chatting endlessly. .

　　 There are not a few passengers who have the same thoughts as them, and most of them get enough sleep during the boring journey during the day. Among the 8 boxes in the VIP compartment, only the elderly lady who questioned the avalanche went back to rest accompanied by a maid. Of the passengers in the remaining 7 boxes, four were in the restaurant, one was in the smoking room, and two went down. Car to watch the snow scene.

　　 The low mountain in the distance is hidden on the dark horizon in the sky full of snow. Bright yellow lights flooded the carriage, and Jenkins's face twisted against the glass on the side. He turned his head and looked out the window of the car. The snow was really like goose feathers. Holding the chocolate, put it on the table, the chocolate slowly walked to the window, the amber cat's eyes looked into the darkness in the distance.

　　The conversation with Mr. Nellie, of course, was inevitably transferred to the opera troupe located in Nolan City, and then the two talked about the scriptwriter Mr. Pisco who died this month.

　　Mr. Nellie and he are also very good friends. Although the two do not meet often, they often communicate through letters. When Mr. Pisco's funeral was held, the businessman happened to be entangled in a business in the Kingdom of Chessland, so he did not rush to Nolan in time.

　　Mr. Nellie praised Mr. Pisco's talents to Jenkins, and considered him to be the greatest screenwriter of this era. The cooperation between the two began twenty years ago, and the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe had just been established at that time.

　　 "I'm really sad that Pisco just left, his body has always been healthy..."

　　 As he talked, Mr. Nellie's eyes were red.

　　 "Mortals will die, Mr. Pisco is just a step early. Perhaps the great **** also appreciates his talent, so he invited him to be a guest elsewhere."

　　 "You are really funny, are all fairy tale writers such an optimistic person?"

　　Mr. Nellie rubbed his cheek flexibly, "Then I hope Pisco can live happily in another world."

　　 Jenkins took advantage of this opportunity to inquire about the original leader of the Transcendent Thief. Although Mr. Nellie knows a lot about him, he is only from the perspective of ordinary people. Shelley Howell's background and past experience are similar to those found by the church at this stage, but these are obviously false.

　　 One hour after the beginning of the conversation, the topic shifted to literature, and Jenkins naturally expressed his views in a field he was familiar with:

"Now our scene, is it very similar to the usual detective novels? A fixed group of people are confined in a fixed area. This setting allows the detective protagonist to delineate the suspect in a fixed number of people. At the same time, it also prevents the suspect from escaping or more people from participating. In fact, this is something that is difficult for detectives to encounter in reality."

　　 "You are right, this is indeed a very good scene."

　　Mr. Nellie thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "Is this the usual way of writing detective novels?"

　　 "Although I am also a writer, I don't know much about detective novels."

He humbled a bit, and then said: "But this kind of criminal environment in which no contact can be made with the outside world due to special circumstances, everyone can’t leave for the time being, as well as strange things and the bizarre deaths of several members, are indeed attractive. The way the reader is interested."

　　 "Listening to you, I am a little bit eager to read some detective novels. It's really interesting."

　　 Mr. Nellie then exclaimed, fingers clasping the handle of the teacup.

　　 "Limit the murderer to a limited number of people, and the detective conducts limited searches and inferences under such circumstances. This is definitely the most classic stage, and it is also the most exciting stage for the excitement of detective novels."

　　 Jenkins recalled the wonderful stories he had read in his heart, and took a sip from the tea cup in front of him. Seeing Chocolate turned his head, he pushed the teacup towards his cat, and turned his head in disgust with Chocolate.

　　 "Oh, Baron Williams, are you going to write a detective novel for your next book? I really look forward to such a story."

　　 It was not Mr. Nellie who was sitting across the table talking, but another gentleman who heard the two talking at another table. He excitedly said to Jenkins:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overhear the conversation between the two, but the kind of story you describe is really fascinating! I am also a fan of detective novels, but I haven't found any writer aware of it. What you said. Yes, such a detective story will definitely cause a great sensation."

Section 452 Chapter 446: Mr. Alexander and the Victims in the Snow Field

Mr. Nellie also looked at Jenkins with interest, as if expecting him to write such a story.

　　 "Sorry, but the subject of the next book is not a detective story."

　　 He thought about it, and then added: "It's more like a court novel or a knight adventure. My publisher suggested that I cater to popular topics, but if I write a third book, I will consider your suggestion."

　　 "I look forward to seeing your masterpiece."

　　 The gentleman raised his glass, nodded at Jenkins, and drank his face up.

　　 Now that we talk about detective stories, people will inevitably have such a glimmer of anticipation in their hearts that this boring night will have a big shocking case. But everyone is living well, and the world is as boring as usual, peaceful and tranquil in the steam train carriage on a snowstorm night.

　　 Towards one o'clock in the morning, Jenkins ended his card game with a few gentlemen. Seeing that the chocolate was still very energetic, he planned to take it for a walk outside and see the snowy field of this world.

　　 Although it is snowing, the wind is not very strong, and the outdoor temperature can be tolerated in a short time after the collar of the coat is erected.

　　 Several rows of footprints stretched from the bottom of the ladder, which were left by the last group of passengers who watched the snow. Standing at the exit of the carriage, Jenkins exhaled a long breath, and the white mist was sprayed out immediately.

　　 Chocolate has always disliked snow, so he refused to walk in the snow. But it didn't get into Jenkins' arms, but stood on its shoulders, letting snow fall on its fur.

　　 He is holding the oil lamp obtained from the underground bronze box in his hand. The specific origin of this item cannot be found, and its particularity seems to be that the objects in the light will not show shadows.

　　 In other words, this is a shadowless lamp.

　　 He took a few steps toward the darkness with the light and chocolate, then looked back at the brightly lit steam train, which was like a luminous snake, entrenched motionlessly on the dark snowy field.

　　 "Speaking of which, what is the origin of the snake I saw in Hausen Manor, I forgot to ask..."

　　 He muttered to himself, took off his gloves and rubbed the little chocolate nose, and the cat let out a cry of dissatisfaction.

　　 Considering safety, he didn't go far, instead he planned to walk around the neighborhood and go back and play cards with everyone. But accidents always like to favor Jenkins, especially when he thinks everything will be calm.

　　 walked, a vague figure appeared in the distance. I originally thought it was caused by lack of sleep, but when I got closer, I realized that it was really a man. He is about thirty years old, wearing black leather boots and a black woolen coat, except that the buttons on the cuffs are silver. Like Jenkins, he erected his collar to cover the wind and snow, and the hat on his head covered the upper half of his face, so the only exposed eyes were particularly eye-catching.

　　 He put his hands in his pockets and looked at Jenkins in the dark. A layer of snow had fallen on the side of his hat.

　　 "Bonus, level 6?"

　　 was shocked and regretted leaving the train rashly. His bodyguard should still be in the train now.

　　 "Jenkins Redamput Williams?"

　　 the man asked.

　　 Jenkins nodded and did not speak. He was planning whether to escape to the train first, or to try it out first.

　　 "I am Osiris Alexander. Don't be nervous. I am not a killer. I have no hatred with you. I just want to make a deal."

　　 The man's voice passed through the wind and snow and entered Jenkins' ears. The voice was quite magnetic and had a neutral feeling.

　　 "Alexander?"

　　 did not immediately inquire about the transaction, but became interested in this surname. If I remember correctly, this is...

　　 "Yes, I was the one who organized the manpower to explore the Clemman's treasure, but unfortunately, the one-seventh probability is still too small. I didn't get what I wanted."

　　 He said calmly, reaching out to the oil lamp in Jenkins's hand:

　　 "I want this, but I am not a robber. You can offer a price, bartering is also possible. I also have a lot of rituals and special items here."

　　 was silent for a while, only the faint wind and falling snow echoed in the sky. The two looked at each other's eyes, and the drifting snow passed between them.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate screamed softly, but Jenkins ignored it.

"Meow!"

　　 It screamed again, this time its voice was even shorter, as if it was a deterrent. Mr. Alexander, who was standing not far away, also noticed this cat with a sense of existence, following its eyes to one side. On the snowy field farther away, a stumbling black shadow was approaching little by little.

　　 "Wild wolf?"

　　 Jenkins who also noticed it guessed so, but only after the shadow approached did he realize that it was a pale woman in a mink coat. She looked abnormally weak, her hair scattered in the wind, and her hair tips were even a little icy.

"Your friend?"

　　 Mr. Alexander asked Jenkins.

　　 "No, this is your friend?"

　　 he asked in a low voice.

　　 "No, I was wanted by the church recently. I will not contact my friends at this time."

　　 Both of them stood there watching the woman keep approaching, neither stepping forward to help her, nor preparing to escape. Mr. Alexander was scared, he felt extreme danger, and thought of some bad rumors; Jenkins was also scared, because he saw a strong black aura.

　　 "Help, help me!"

　　 The fallen woman seemed to have just discovered two men, stretched out her hand to them, and fell into the snow. But she did not give up, but continued to crawl in this direction bit by bit, leaving a twisting dent on the snowy field.

　　 The darkness became deeper without knowing it, and even the stars in the sky had to be hidden behind the clouds. The body was cooling down rapidly, and an extreme sense of panic appeared in Jenkins's heart. This is a sign of the appearance of a deceit, and this woman is not a human at all.

　　 "Should we settle this matter first before discussing the transaction?"

　　 Jenkins suggested.

"I also think so."

　　 Mr. Alexander murmured his approval.

　　 When the two talked, the situation changed again. The woman in the snow seemed to be afraid of the light, crawling to the edge of the oily light in Jenkins's hand, and stopped.

　　 "Oh, for the sake of God's face, gentlemen, save me! We encountered an avalanche, and everyone died, oooooo~"

　　 But both Jenkins and Alexander just looked at her, trying to find out the identity of this person.

Chapter 453 Chapter 447: Victims and Evil Spirits

　　 "We had an avalanche, everyone died..."

　　 The woman in the snow started sobbing as she spoke, and her whimper was extremely terrifying in the dark night.

　　 "They are all dead, only I came here all the way. Gentlemen, save me, my name is Lista Innard..."

　　 The cold wind hit the face, leaving pain like a knife. That is definitely not an illusion, the train lights not far away are getting weaker and weaker, and the boundless darkness gradually wraps in. In the deeper part of the darkness, there seemed to be more weird and dangerous things hidden.

　　 The sound of Xixisuosuo's footsteps came from behind the woman, and a figure appeared further away. It was a brown-haired man carrying a backpack with the same pale face, staggering forward in this direction. He was holding a trekking pole in his right hand, and his left hand seemed to be broken, drooping abnormally, and there were dark blood stains on his face.

　　 His hair is messy as if it hasn't been cleaned for a long time, and his coat is missing half of his sleeves, as if he was cut off with a sharp weapon in a hurry.

　　 "Oh, God, thank you! Gentlemen, please save me, we encountered an avalanche, and only I survived. I have been wandering here for half a month, and finally found the train line!"

　　 This man is more like a lunatic than the woman just now. His accent is extremely heavy, and it is not the same as the Nolan accent and Berdylan accent that Jenkins is familiar with. Judging from the appearance, it is also a bit strange to the ethnic appearance of the eastern part of the Fidcicle Kingdom, and it is most likely a minority ethnic group in the southern mountainous area.

　　 The only thing he has in common with that woman is that they both have a strong black aura.

　　 The man stumbled to the periphery of the oil lamp light, and also accidentally fell into the snow. He panted and raised his head, patted the snow off his hair indiscriminately, and saw the woman nearby at a glance.

　　 "Lista Innard? Oh, god, are you dead? I saw you cut your breath in my arms!"

　　 "Donald Severus? Oh, you weren't given to by the wolf..."

　　 The two called out hysterically together, their voices echoing in the wind. Then he grabbed the snow and climbed in the opposite direction, shaking his body as if he was suffering from Parkinson's.

　　 "I think, I know what this is."

　　The gentleman standing opposite Jenkins said helplessly: "It's a troublesome thing, I didn't expect to be able to come across it, A-11-02-3046."

　　 "I know too."

　　 Jenkins' face trembled unconsciously. In fact, the heart trembled even more. Although the danger level of this kind of trick is not the highest 1, but in fact it is more dangerous than any strange thing that has been encountered in the past.

　　 He has not seen the introduction of this kind of thing in the church materials, because the information itself has certain spiritual pollution characteristics. But when talking with Miss Stuart in the city of Ruen, I heard it from her.

　　 "The victims in the blizzard."

　　 He whispered, Mr. Alexander nodded cautiously, not daring to look away from the two of them.

　　A-11-02-3046, the victims in the blizzard will only appear in the snowfields or similar scenes in the blizzard, so it is more common in the northern kingdom of Tonghampawo. The number of individuals that appear varies from 2 to 5, and even groups of more than 10 may appear in extremely rare cases.

Individuals on A-11-02-3046 will usually claim to be a member of a group that has suffered a catastrophe, and insist that all other members have died. Therefore, when the incident occurs, it will cause serious problems to other individuals who appear at the same time. Panic.

　　 After encountering A-11-02-3046, if the victim does not extend a helping hand within a certain period of time, he will be killed directly by the wraith spirit; on the contrary, if the wraith spirit is unfortunately helped, he will also be killed.

　　 The strength of this kind of resentful spirit is very powerful. In the information provided by Miss Stuart, even an 8th-level gifter can't handle it.

　　The only way to survive is to identify the real surviving individual in A-11-02-3046. The difference between a living person and that powerful evil spirit is very small. If you have the special ability to identify spirits, it is not difficult, but if you don't, you can only rely on luck.

　　 "Our luck should be pretty good..."

　　 Mr. Alexander whispered.