"I have to think of a good way to show that I am angry, but also to narrow the distance between each other quietly."

　　 "You should have been angry!"

　　 Julia reminded, and Her Royal Highness pretended not to hear.

　　 "I want to stay sensible to understand everything about Mr. Williams, and let him know that I care about him!"

　　 "Your Highness!"

　　 Julia can only helplessly remind:

　　 "Maybe the key now is how that gentleman can get rid of that kind of trick."

　　 "This is not a problem."

　　Miss Stuart waved her hand indifferently:

"They must be able to think that as long as they use any mysterious special flame to destroy the snowy environment on a large scale, they can temporarily dispel A-11-02-3046. After that, they only need to look for the gift or the person who can distinguish the spirit body. Props, this matter is resolved. Help me think about it, next, how we should deal with the relationship with Mr. Williams and Miss Miller, this is very important..."

　　PS: I changed a detail in the previous article. In Chapter 311 of "The Origin of Germs", the single month Jenkins noticed in the history of origin is not blue, but red. Refresh the chapter to see the changed version.

Chapter 456 Chapter 450

　　 It's a pity, at least in this matter, the wisdom of Jenkins and Miss Miller was overestimated by Miss Stuart.

　　 The two of them arrived within the envelope of the oil lamp one after the other, and Chocolate still cleverly guarded Jenkins' body. He grumbled up and looked at the pocket watch in his hand:

　　 "There are about five minutes left."

"enough."

　　 With the fluctuation of the air, Miss Miller's posture gradually changed from illusory to solid. It is worth noting that Jenkins' feet are stuck in the snow, while Miss Miller is standing on the surface of the snow like chocolate.

　　 Although based on what Jenkins knows about this lady, she probably doesn't have any ability to target the spirit body, but she is still very good at calculating probability out of nothing.

　　 stared at a man and a woman for two minutes, stretched out a white finger to the one on the left:

　　 "This is an evil spirit!"

　　 "Yes, I have said that she is really dead."

　　 The man in the snow responded loudly.

　　 "This is also an evil spirit!"

　　 points to another person again.

　　 The man's face changed immediately.

　　 These two judgmental sentences seemed to have turned on a switch, and the two who were still howling miserably just stopped their respective voices immediately. The wind and snow were blowing on Jenkins, being stared at by the two men, feeling a little hairy in his heart.

　　 "Since the conclusion is made, why hasn't A-11-02-3046 disappeared?"

　　 Jenkins asked in a low voice.

"You left before Miss Stuart's story was finished that day. If you want to completely dispel A-11-02-3046, you also need to escape from the extremely evil environment like the last experience of the evil spirits. "

　　 Jenkins looked in the direction of Miss Miller’s fingers, where the steam train was coming. Between the current standing position and the train, a small white trail appeared in the dark environment, as if to seduce Jenkins to step on it.

"Let me make a long story short, after a while, you can escape as quickly as possible after the road has completely appeared. As long as you get out of this area, you will be successful. I must go back now and deal with Miss Stuart's affairs. They should have heard me deliberately. Said'Jenkins'."

　　 "That... won't you stay and help me?"

　　 Upon hearing Jenkins' words, Miss Miller couldn't help but chuckle:

"Do you need it?"

　　 "Oh, well, no need."

　　 "Then I wish you a smooth journey..."

When she just wanted to leave, she thought of another thing: "Since such dangerous things always happen to you, before returning to Nolan City, don't venture to Ruen anymore and leave your body alone in a stranger. It’s not a good idea in the environment."

"Right."

　　 Jenkins nodded: "Then I will return to Nolan on Wednesday, and I will find you when I settle down. You should be able to deal with Miss Stuart, right?"

　　 "Of course there is no problem, but I think Julia should be more concerned. Miss Stuart obviously trusts you..."

　　 She didn't care about Jenkins' response at all, her body disappeared in the wind and snow little by little.

　　 Jenkins scratched his hair, but scratched his hand with ice scum. He hurriedly picked up the cat, pulled off the collar and took out the bone whistle, and blew it vigorously in his mouth.

　　 glanced back again, the bodies of a man and a woman in the snow were rapidly decaying, and in the darkness behind them, those shriveled arms stretched out again.

　　 "Don't move the chocolate!"

　　 He yelled, then climbed up on the horse's back with great effort, then jumped down quickly to retrieve the oil lamp, and then climbed up again. With a vigorous flick of the reins, the skeletal horse rushed towards the path full of light.

　　 Behind him, countless evil spirits crawled out from the depths of darkness, flooding the two evil spirits kneeling in the snow like a tide, and then rushed up the bright path.

　　 "Twin Devil!"

　　 He roared loudly, and the silhouette of the black smoke leaped back from the horse with the sound, and then there was a huge explosion. And when the evil spirits surging in the front were blown up, behind the tide of evil spirits exposed was not the expected soul army, but the dead and icy world of ice.

　　Chocolate crawled out of Jenkins' arms, and pushed his head out of his shoulders in spite of his opposition. The cat's face showed a funny mocking expression towards the ice world.

　　 The escape process is very simple, especially Jenkins's transportation tool is very powerful. When the escape path came to the end, a white light instantly covered the entire field of vision.

　　 When the light disappeared a little bit, the light from the train car cast a long shadow on Jenkins' feet.

　　 He shook his head blankly, blew the bone whistle to take the bone warhorse back, and forced the dishonest chocolate back to the neckline.

　　 "Just now, isn't it an illusion?"

　　 took a few steps forward again according to the memory. There were indeed Mr. Alexander's footprints on the snow, but no trace of the man could be seen everywhere.

　　 "Sure enough, I always encounter such things..."

　　 He whispered a word, looked around blankly, shrugged, and returned to the steam train with his cat.

　　 probably encountered A-11-02-3046 and Alexandria, and had completely exhausted his bad luck. Not only did the steam train set off smoothly, but the weather thereafter was always sunny.

　　 Jenkins followed Miss Miller’s advice and spent all the remaining time on the train journey. Although she occasionally guessed how she would explain the identities of the two to Miss Stuart, the lady who has always been able to solve the problem will surely be able to solve this problem smoothly.

　　 Jenkins also talks with Mr. Adams Nellie during the time between reading or teasing a cat. As the two continued the topic of detective novels, Jenkins jokingly mentioned the "Murder on the Orient Express" that had been told to many people.

Mr. Nellie’s insomnia was also cured because of this story:

"Mr. Williams, do you have any thoughts of adapting this story into an opera? I was able to meet you on this train journey, and you happen to know Mr. Pisco, this is simply destined! "

　　 With some enthusiasm, he took Jenkins's hand and was almost torn off regardless of the buttons on Jenkins' cuffs. And Jenkins doesn't know whether this gentleman really appreciates the works he copied, or because he desperately wants to rely on the reputation of the Wright Award winner to save his troupe.

　　 But Jenkins finally agreed, because Mr. Nellie promised to sell 2% of the company’s shares.

Chapter 457 Chapter 451 Stalker

"Interesting......"

　　 raised his eyebrows in surprise, Jenkins looked at Mr. Fat who was sitting across the table. According to his understanding, it was only the bizarre death of the current troupe director, which should not force Mr. Nellie to agree to such harsh conditions. The Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe is a well-known art group on the mainland, and even the value of one percent of its shares is unimaginable.

　　 According to his own habit, he originally planned to sit on the floor and pay the money, but he did not expect that Mr. Nellie agreed with one bite.

　　 "Maybe I should have said three percent just now..."

　　 He is not worried that the unknown troubles faced by the theater company will affect him. After all, Nolan City is considered Jenkins's "house" in any way. Now the two have just reached a verbal agreement. Jenkins plans to entrust the church to help investigate after going back. If it is really inappropriate, then he will not sign the contract.

　　 For businessmen of this era, Jenkins’s approach is not that strange.

　　 Not to mention Jenkins's little abacus, if you temporarily bring your eyes back to Nolan City, the red-haired lady Hathaway Hesha has recently encountered great trouble.

　　 The matter dates back to earlier last week, probably the night Jenkins was "proposed", she found out by accident that she was being followed.

　　 She originally planned to have dinner with her family that night, but Earl Hesha had to leave during the dinner because of a sudden military situation. The interest of the family was disturbed, and Hathaway also changed her plan to spend the weekend at home, intending to invite Miss Mihail to spend the boring winter time in the club in the city.

　　 But on the carriage leaving the earl’s mansion, she keenly felt the stalker. As a believer of the false **** [Magic Movement], Hathaway has some unique magic arts related to sound, which make her hearing very sensitive.

　　 This was not an accident. In the next few days, even if she continued her life as an ordinary person, the stalker still appeared looming around.

　　 The opponent has an extremely powerful stealth ability. Even if he uses expensive items purchased from the black market, he cannot find the person's trace and identity.

　　 This situation lasted from the weekend to the next week, and she gradually began to suspect that it was not human at all that followed her.

　　 On Monday night, after rejecting Miss Mikhail’s date invitation on the grounds of physical discomfort, she carried on her social life as usual. The dinner was enjoyed with the family. In fact, she was absent occasionally only on weekends. After all, Earl Hesha was an old-fashioned nobleman with strong traditional concepts.

　　 gently asked about his younger brother's recent studies, and talked to his mother and eldest sister about the fashion clothes this winter.

　　 On the white tablecloth, silver tableware is placed on the left and right sides of the plate. She doesn't eat much, even if the dinner is very rich, after all, girls at this age have to keep in shape to wear those skirts with very thin waists.

　　 "Hathaway."

　　 Mr. Earl was abruptly inserted into the conversation between mother and daughter, which is quite rare.

　　The Hesha family does not have a knighthood handed down from the ages like the Mihaier family. The current earl is the first generation of Hesha, and all his honors are produced in the war. And because of this, the pudgy middle-aged man is extraordinarily majestic.

　　 "Hathaway, I heard that you and the young Baron Williams are friends?"

　　 There was a dining table where there was a whispering conversation, and it immediately calmed down. No one dared to look up at the Patriarch, but everyone knew what he meant to express.

　　 "Yes, father."

　　 Hathaway lowered her head, bit her lip, and answered softly.

　　 "Speaking of which, Baron Williams should be the youngest nobleman in the city, right? Oh, this is really amazing. In that case, why not invite him to our house? Hathaway, treat friends more seriously."

　　Earl said as he continued to process the steak on the plate with a silver knife. Occasionally I looked up at the family members' expressions, but the tone was always calm and peaceful.

　　 The youngest brother of the red-haired girl secretly rolled his eyes and saw that his sister had noticed, so he made a face at her again, which made the countess a little unhappy.

The youngest child of the Hesha family also has dazzling red hair, just like his brothers and sisters, and like his father. The countess's beautiful blonde hair had not been passed on to any child, which was the most regrettable thing for her.

　　 Although the tone of his father's "recommendation" was not very serious, Hathaway knew that this matter could no longer be discussed.

　　 She hesitated, looked at her reflection on the plate, and nodded gently:

　　 "But, Mr. Williams probably hasn't returned to Nolan City."

　　 "It's okay, he always comes back, doesn't he?"

The earl smiled at his daughter, reached out to the servant, took a brand new napkin, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said: "I hope the Baron can accept the invitation before the end of this month. I appreciate it."

　　Earl’s local accent is not very heavy, which may be related to his origin. When speaking, occasionally change the ending sound of the ending word from a long sound to a curled tongue, which makes the tone lighter.

　　 But it's obviously useless.

　　 Having said this, the earl ignored Hathaway’s obvious expression, and withdrew his smile and reprimanded his sons:

　　 "And you, don't lower your head. I don't ask you to win the title on your own, but at least the school exams are not ashamed. For the exams at the end of the year, the last one will deduct half a year's pocket money, understand?"

　　 "Yes, father."

　　 The three men, large, medium and small, replied neatly, but they still did not raise their heads.

　　 Now, there are three more people at the table frowning.

　　 Hathaway is not worried about inviting Jenkins, even though she knows exactly what her father wants to do. What she wants to focus on now is the tracking incidents happening around her. After all, the great writers are not around.

　　 After dinner, he went back to his bedroom alone. Pretending to read the book for a while, and playing with his perfume in front of the dressing table, this was given by Miss Mihail with the badge of the harvest feast on this year's birthday.

　　 Excuse me for being too tired today and want to rest earlier. The worried girl asked the maid to close the door from outside, and everyone understood her performance.

　　 When the door shut out the dim light in the corridor, Hathaway sat on the bed and took a few deep breaths. A few minutes later, she stood up and opened the closet, and found a black and white photo in the deepest mezzanine.

Chapter 458 Chapter 452

　　 Then the moonlight shot/into the room from the gap of the curtains, and you can see the smiling Hathaway and Miss Mihail in the photo. From the outside, it should be taken a few years ago.

　　 She looked at it for a while, then stuffed the photo back, hesitated to take out a piece of paper from the interlayer again. This is the part of the "Fedictle Kingdom Times" a few days ago, where Jenkins and the Queen were photographed. She secretly cut the photos and kept them here.

　　 Although Jenkins in the photo is also smiling, Hathaway, who is familiar with him, knows very well that he must be complaining about how troublesome the matter is at that moment.

　　 Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh. He stroked the newspaper with his finger, and then retracted it to its original position.

　　 Close the closet and stand at the window for a while, then fully close the printed curtains, turn around and walk to the door, making sure that there is no one's breathing outside the door.

　　 But even in such a closed environment, the sense of surveillance still exists.