As Jenkins knew, Liverpool were still madly pursuing Miss Jennifer Lawrence. After hearing about this shop by chance, he came with the mentality of giving it a try. But the asking price of Summer/Miss was much higher than the poor student's expectation, so he left with a sad face so soon.

　　 "In other words, what office does that have a lot of gold pounds?"

　　 Jenkins still remembers his role.

　　 "Sir, I don't know if they have any money... But Satsuma/Miss has two bodyguards, I think they should have grabbed them..."

　　 This is to take the initiative to remind Jenkins of the situation. He seems to really want to get rid of the robbers behind him as soon as possible.

　　 "What happened after you left the store?"

　　 Jenkins asked suddenly.

　　 Mr. Liverpool was taken aback, and then quickly replied: "Nothing happened, I just went back to my residence!"

　　 "Very well, I admire you as a smart guy. Pick up your poor wallet, don't look back, let's go."

　　The voice is short and deep.

　　 "Okay, okay, thank you."

　　 bent down as he said, and then wanted to run forward, but suddenly stopped, and asked in a trembling voice, "You shouldn't shoot me suddenly, this is a very dishonest thing."

　　 "Hmph, I still have a lot of things tonight, how can I waste time on you?"

　　 Liverpool should have understood the hint that the robbers behind him wanted to start with Satsuma/Ms. He didn't say anything, and ran into the alley with his hands high.

　　 "Comb involved in love? It sounds romantic."

　　 Jenkins, who changed his outfit, paced back to the street again, and looked up to the second floor.

　　 His pocket watch is in the pocket of his coat, and the chain used for warning still has no response at this time.

　　 "If Liverpool's statement is correct, then there should only be two gunmen as bodyguards, which is not a troublesome thing."

　　 As he thought, he walked towards home with chocolate:

　　 "But what does it have to do with me? Is it going to come to rob?"

　　 He thought so, and missed his fireplace.

　　 told his father the discovery of last night early the next morning. The excuse was from a businessman in the black market, and "it is said that someone is ready to do it."

　　 Dad took this matter very seriously and immediately left to report to the church and prepare to deal with it. He asked Jenkins to take care of the store temporarily, and by the way clear out the things he bought in the countryside of Nolan City yesterday.

　　 He was referring to a row of alleys that had been stacked in the warehouse in the backyard when Jenkins arrived in the morning. Those are boxes of the same size made of wooden boards, and you can even see the straw spread in the wooden boxes sticking out of the gaps.

　　 Because of this, Jenkins thought that all his father bought were carefully preserved antiques, but after opening it with a crowbar, he found that most of them were still stained with dirt.

　　 "It turns out that the ruins were really discovered, and I don't know if it has anything to do with the dragon."

　　 At his current level, he could not find out which era the goods of uneven quality belonged to, so after confirming that they were all ordinary goods, he started the tedious cleaning work.

　　 Dad did not come back until lunch, but the trustee sent a message saying that Jenkins would definitely rush back before the end of his work.

So only Jenkins and chocolate were there for lunch. In order to reward the chocolate for his good behaved these few days, he temporarily left the store and let the chocolate look at it for a while, and he went to the dessert shop on Fifth Queen’s Avenue to buy a small piece of chocolate. cake.

When 　　 came back carrying the paper box, a customer unexpectedly arrived in the shop. It was a well-dressed lady, and her carriage stopped at the door of the store. You can see through the window that she is standing at the counter looking at chocolate.

　　 Ding Dong~

　　 "Sorry, sorry, I just went shopping. Guest, do you need anything?"

　　 The woman was holding a long red feather fan, and the thin waist almost made Jenkins suspect that she had operated on to remove the ribs on both sides. This look is the most traditional noble family woman, even Miss Mihaier or Hathaway, there is no such graceful and luxurious temperament.

　　 "It's okay, young man. Is Daddy Oliver away?"

"Hello, I am Papa Oliver's apprentice. Papa is going out to discuss business, but he will be back before five o'clock in the afternoon. If you need to find him, you can come later. I'm really sorry. "

　　 While talking, he placed the chocolate cake next to the chocolate. It lay on the counter and opened its right eye to take a look, but did not move. This was waiting for Jenkins to open the carton and send it to him.

　　 "That's really a coincidence. Maybe you can help me too..."

　　 She closed the exaggerated fan and knocked in her palm:

　　 "Daddy Oliver promised to help me find a porcelain bottle suitable as a gift, and agreed to pick it up today. I want you to bring it to me."

　　 "Oh, I think it's okay of course, madam."

　　 Jenkins said.

　　 He heard from his father a few days ago about this incident, but recently he frequently "holidays", so the memory is not very deep. But for this kind of appointment business, Dad and Jenkins will hang the note on the nail on the wall behind the counter and use it as a memo, just like Jenkins once hung up the script writer buying a vase.

　　 He flipped through the paper on the nail, then took out the account book and checked it with his head down for a while.

　　 "Excuse me, are you Mrs. Stepney Francis?

　　 "No, my registered name is Dries Francis."

　　 She corrected, the red lipstick was exaggeratedly gorgeous.

　　 "Yes, it's Delais, I'm really sorry, the handwriting is a bit unclear. Daddy has found the item you want, it is in the warehouse behind, I think you should also bring the balance."

　　 In fact, the handwriting is very clear, but he was worried that someone was impersonating, so he deliberately mispronounced his name.

　　 "Yes, please hurry up."

　　 "Okay, Mrs. Francis."

　　 Old man is a person who likes neatness and order. The goods in the warehouse are organized very well, so he found the beautifully packed box very smoothly.

　　 After pulling out the long box from the two-person high cargo, he subconsciously took a breath on the surface, but there was no dust on it.

　　 He smiled and shook his head, and then subconsciously stroked it, and then he clamped it to the side of his left arm. This is the one. It seems that this will be a very smooth business.

　　PS: It should be difficult to see this kind of thing now. A map (referring to the protagonist’s activities within a certain range) is used in the final novel. After all, changing the map not only expands the world setting, but also means that I can write a few more volumes (shui). If I still write a book, I will definitely not do the last thing that a map uses. It is really inconvenient.

　　 Explain the above point, just to let you read it for a while, it seems that today’s update is very long and slipped away.

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Chapter 517 Chapter 509 Thrift Store

　　 walked back to the shop with the box. The lady still tried to tease the chocolate, but the cat didn't seem to care about her at all.

　　 "I found it, you can check if it is correct."

　　 The woman nodded, put the fan on the counter, and began to take off the white lace glove on her right hand.

　　 Jenkins glanced to the side, the cat was still lying next to the small cake box, looking back at Jenkins lazily.

　　 "Too lazy..."

　　He couldn't help but start to worry that the chocolate he would grow up in the future would become a cat who is too obese because he doesn't like to exercise. Jenkins would never allow such a future to appear, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes.

　　 "Oh, God!"

"what's happenin?"

　　 The woman's voice frightened Jenkins. He turned his head and saw that the old man's box had been opened, and it was indeed a beautiful porcelain bottle inside.

"Is there any problem?"

　　 He asked the woman who was covering her mouth, as if she wanted to cry.

　　 "No, there is nothing wrong with this bottle, sorry, young sir."

　　 While crying, she took out a stack of banknotes and threw it on the table, then hurriedly left with the box. Jenkins stood there and didn't understand what had happened, and in the end he could only blame it on the sentimentality that is unique to women.

　　 After the woman left, he finally had time to deal with the lunch between himself and the chocolate. It is enough for cats to eat only that small piece of cake at noon. Although Jenkins has never heard of other cats eating cakes, chocolate is a special breed and is strengthened by extraordinary powers, so this is very normal.

　　 A few days ago, Jenkins tried to put a bell on it, which caused the cat's strong dissatisfaction, but after a few days it has gradually ceased to be so angry. But once Jenkins took out his pocket watch and put his hand on the chain, the cat would show a very alert attitude. Even last night, Jenkins woke up in the middle of the night and saw it lying on the coffee table with his paws constantly pulling. That silver chain.

　　 About three o'clock in the afternoon, the old man hurried back to the store. Judging from his expression, things should be going very smoothly.

　　 "The information you provided is very accurate. The comb has been recycled. Now we are comparing the information to find out whether it has been recorded."

　　 "Are all its holders ordinary people?"

"Yes, that fat woman found this comb in a thrift store. That was last year. It took her half a year before she discovered the secret of the comb because she was grooming her pet, so she used it. The idea of ​​making money."

　　 Jenkins took the hat and scarf from his father and put them on the hanger:

　　 "This is a weird idea. If it were me, I would definitely sell it. Ordinary people who dabble in transcendence will rarely end well."

　　 "If everyone understands this truth, then it would be great."

　　 He also told what happened at noon today. Dad still remembers the business. After all, he spent a lot of effort on the porcelain bottle:

　　 "That lady's last name is Francis?"

　　 Dad confirmed.

　　 "Yes, I remember it clearly."

"Then this matter is very clear. The fat woman has records of all her business. Since that item needs the names of both parties to take effect, we know all the customers who have ever traded. One of the surnames is Francis, which counts the time. , The time for us to crack the power of the comb should be noon. Mrs. Francis, should have suddenly realized something."

　　 "Then, this is really a sad story~"

　　 He smiled and handed the ledger to his father for checking. I started thinking about it again, and then casually said:

　　 "The thrift shop now is really dangerous. I remember that the psychic board that the noble lady used indiscriminately last time was also bought from the thrift shop..."

　　 "This matter has nothing to do with you!"

　　 Daddy’s voice was a bit too loud. Jenkins hadn’t realized the strangeness, but after his reminder, he suddenly woke up.

　　 "Daddy, wouldn't it be the same store, right?"

　　 Daddy glanced at him: "Remember, it has nothing to do with you. If you are curious about this, then I can tell you about the latest developments after I learn about the latest developments. But never get involved!"

　　 "I understand, sir, you don't need to worry so much. You see, this comb thing, didn't I just avoid getting involved in myself, and proactively report to you?"

　　 This sentence is the truth. Most of the troubles he encountered were brought to the door by himself, rather than proactively explored.

　　 "And I still have a lot of things to deal with this weekend, and Hathaway invited me to a dinner party on the weekend."

　　 I say this to increase the credibility of my guarantee.

　　 "Huh, this is almost the same."

　　 Daddy's eyes returned to the ledger, and Jenkins shook his head and shrugged.

　　 Even though I have ensured to keep a distance from the thrift store, Jenkins still has a small question. Considering that the omniscience mirror that the Protoss Rakul commissioned him to search for has no clues so far, it is necessary to pay attention to the second-hand shop that may have many special items.

　　 At half past five, I cleaned up the warehouse with my father. Today's work is over.

　　 Dad plans to give Jenkins a salary increase next month, in order to commend him for his extremely high learning progress and work efficiency. This is a very good thing. Although Jenkins' savings has already reached a considerable number, the income provided by his father and the church is still the most stable income. He is not the kind of person who sits and eats.

　　 Back home facing the brilliant sunset, today is a rare sunny day, the fog is not very thick.

　　 After dinner, he took the psychic board and walked out of the house. When the last afterglow of the sun disappeared on the distant horizon, he had already used a disguised image to come to the suicide site of Mr. Stuele together with chocolate.

　　 This is the first encounter with the magic eye collector Mr. Ace Spices, and the suicide eye is also obtained here.

　　 Thinking of this, I also felt that the fact that the ability of [Undead] came out was too coincidental. At that time, he actually had all the ritual supplies on his body.

　　 "Does this world also have invisible black hands controlling fate?"

　　 "Meow~"

　　 It's a pity that Jenkins can't read cat language.

　　 The unfinished building where Mr. Stule fell is still the same as last month. There is no one in the alley because of the danger of falling objects nearby.

　　 Some chalk prints can be vaguely seen on the ground, which are traces of the police officers in Carfax Field delineating the location of the corpse.

Chapter 518 Chapter 510 Strolling in the Black Market

　　 Once again confirming that there are no pedestrians on either side of the alley, Jenkins whispered to the air:

　　 "Mr. Situ Le, sorry to bother you after death."

　　 said, he patted the chocolate to make it jump off his shoulders, and then squatted down beside the chalk prints. Use the pen in your pocket to write Mr. Situ Le's name in the center of the psychic board, decorate the blank space of the tombstone group, insert four small statues on it, and then slowly inject the spirit.

　　 It was the wind of unknown origin again, and the lighter **** in the alley was immediately swept into the sky. But Jenkins had already thought of this situation, and immediately opened and raised the umbrella that he had prepared long ago, and things such as stones and gravel crackled on the surface of the umbrella, and the soul of the man who committed suicide appeared. before.

　　 glanced around, he coughed, and quickly asked in standard Kingdom language:

　　 "Mr. Stule, you said before you died that you regretted stealing that eye from the thrift store. Now please tell me, where is the store's location?"