He suddenly felt like he was playing a hooligan.

　　 "I mean, it was beautiful last night, yes, it was beautiful."

　　 Jenkins has never had such an experience, so he doesn't know what to say at the moment is more natural. But his clumsy performance is itself a kind of "natural" performance. Hathaway was not angry, but laughed:

　　 "To be honest, I really didn't expect you to be so bold yesterday. I thought I would have to wait a long, long time before I can wait for you to do this, yes, a long, long time."

　　 Her left hand unconsciously played with the ends of her hair, and then gently kissed his cheek.

　　 Jenkins took the initiative yesterday. He suspected that Hathaway added [Witch’s Kiss] to the meal, but that was impossible. That kind of thing could not affect him.

　　 "I want to understand some things, I think this is the right way."

The two have done similar things in the world of dreams, so it was not the first time last night, but it was also the first time...Jenkins can’t explain all this very well, and a few words can’t be accurate. Narrate his feelings.

Ms. 　　 put her arms around Jenkins's neck again,

"You are indeed different. Although I knew that you liked us in the past, I can feel that you are repelling us and everyone. Now you are different. I am very happy, Jenkins. You don’t need to tell me Explain what happened to you, but I'm really happy."

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　　 "I am also very happy about this, Hathaway."

　　 Jenkins lying on his side feels that his throat is a little hoarse now. This may be an illusion, it may be due to being too nervous, or it may be due to the strange sense of fear caused by the cat's paw scratching on the back of his neck.

　　 "Speaking of which, at this moment, are there any necessary rituals that I need to do, such as making a bowl of red bean soup?"

　　 "Oh, Jenkins, what are you talking about?"

　　 Hathaway asked suspiciously, but immediately laughed again:

　　 "Look, I know I must be the first. Even if there are many girls around you, I will definitely be the first. There is nothing wrong with this."

　　 What happened last night was definitely a major event for Jenkins, but after waking up early in the morning, he didn't feel the solemn sense of ritual, so he felt a little inexplicable loss in his heart.

　　 After getting up, the two had breakfast together. They planned to spend it next to Hathaway today, but were driven away by her.

　　 "We are not already married, do you understand? Sometimes your clumsiness is a bit too much, just do your own thing."

　　 Before leaving, Hathaway also arranged clothes for Jenkins, and kissed him lightly on her tiptoe. The generous red-haired girl seemed to have nothing abnormal, and Jenkins could only feel the joy in her heart.

　　 "In this way, you really become my lover."

　　 When the two kissed goodbye, Hathaway said so. Seeing the astonishment on Jenkins's face, he patiently arranged the collar for him:

　　 "Everything will be fine, Jenkins. Before the end of the summer, our affairs will have a perfect ending. Oh, sir, please be serious. I am waiting for you to ask me to come out next time. Should I take the initiative to speak?"

　　 "Next time...Yes, next time. Miss Hesha, when will you have time? I can always..."

　　 In short, a wonderful night made Jenkins grow a lot. On the way to the old antique shop, I kept reminiscing about the experience of last night. The girl is as enthusiastic as the red hair she has, and Jenkins now concludes that there is no metal bracket in her usual clothes to set off her figure. And her perfume smells good.

　　 Ding Dong~

　　 The door of the antique shop was pushed open, and the old man looked up at Jenkins with a serious face, and then at the cat who was obviously angry.

　　 "What are you thinking about so early? Man and nature or the theory of the death of all things?"

　　 Dad asked casually, his eyes moved back to the paper.

　　 "All things multiply."

　　 Jenkins gave the answer.

　　 Dad was taken aback, touched his chin and looked at Jenkins suspiciously, wondering whether this was a real person. After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't figure out how to answer this sentence, so I simply gave up on this topic, and then said:

"I brought the things you left in the church for you. In the evening, you can take them home directly. The angel's affairs are over. You have to settle down and continue to study. Don't run around all day. This is nothing for you. benefit."

　　 Jenkins was allowed to go home and live after a short “foot-free”, including the stray butterfly, his personal belongings were also taken back.

　　 Jenkins listened to his father absently, and looked at the counter in a daze. A small suitcase contained his change of clothes, while walking sticks and glass bottles were placed next to the alley.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 The cat with a strange expression on his face paced to the side of the glass bottle, then with a look of vengeance, with its front paw stretched out, the bottle fell directly from the counter, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

　　Because of his absent-mindedness, Jenkins' first reaction to the falling object was to reach out and pick it up, and then very coincidentally, he happened to ran into the stray butterfly that had just regained freedom.

　　 Butterflies fluttered in the dry room. The cat leaping down from above and the man with his hand outstretched next to it touched its wings at the same time.

　　 There is no vision. The man and the cat disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the dad who was stunned with the newspaper, watching the butterflies continue to fly in surprise.

"This......"

　　 Seeing the butterfly flying in his direction, the old man jumped up from the rocking chair in front of the fireplace, grabbed his coat and retreated to the door, then opened the door cautiously to let the cold wind blow in, and quickly walked out.

　　 He closed the door of the store heavily and looked through the glass of the window to the interior of the empty store. The glass shards in front of the counter gleamed like noble works of art under the fire of the gas lamp, and the butterfly resting on the chocolate mat was still shaking its wings.

　　 The thousands of words in the heart of the old man finally converged into a complaint containing the essence of Nolan dialect. Locked the door, he carried his hands on his back, didn't even take the umbrella and coat, and braved the morning rain to walk towards the church.

　　 (Fini praying...)

　　 Jenkins didn't quite understand what happened. When he realized that he had touched the stray butterfly, it was too late.

　　 The uncomfortable spatial shift occurred immediately, and the dizziness and the illusion before him made him lose the ability to think. Jenkins still cannot understand the mystery of space, and he cannot observe the strange scenes in the transformation of space.

　　 All he could do was hug his cat tightly, and when he saw the huge paw sticking out of the mottled patch, he split the paw in half with a sword.

　　 The last time I touched the stray butterfly, I was lucky enough to be moved to the same city. But this time luck did not favor Jenkins again, when he recovered, he fell into the snow.

　　 sat up with the snow face, and looked at the endless snowfield, and in the distance, you could see the towering snow mountains that seemed to be connected to the sky.

　　 "No matter where this is, this can never be Nolan, this is not even the west coast of the mainland...Huh, what is this?"

　　 squeezed the soft cat in his hand, and after confirming that it was okay, he looked up and saw a wooden sign standing not far away. Regardless of reproaching the cat who wanted to attack the butterfly again, Jenkins patted the snow on his head and shoulders, walked over and saw the words on the wooden sign:

　　 [Don't come here! 】

　　Although the three kingdoms use the same scripts, they have different languages. However, due to the differences in the habits of different regions in the same region, there will be slight differences in the writing of letters. The person who writes on the sign obviously can't write the standard letters, and Jenkins almost didn't recognize the swash letters.

　　 "Huh? What does this mean?"

　　 There was no space at his feet. Because of the weight of the man and the cat, the void under the wooden sign was exposed and warmly greeted them.

The entrance of the 　　 hole was originally covered with dead branches and straw to prevent someone from seeing the hole in the white sky, and even to prevent falling, someone thoughtfully set up a sign. It's a pity that the heavy snow covered everything, and the wooden sign attracted Jenkins instead.

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　　 There are no traps or traps under the cave where Jenkins fell. There is only a circular hole emitting white light. At the moment of entering the paradox, Jenkins was not surprised, but felt that this was a matter of course.

　　 "It's so difficult for me!"

　　 After experiencing two consecutive space shifts, Jenkins now barely keeps himself from vomiting. He lay on his side on the cold marble floor. Apart from feeling that the cat on his chest was constantly squirming and trying to escape, he could only see the strange red world and the yellow moon outside the huge French window in front of him.

　　 He now knows that the treacherous realm comes from the world of the masters, so the phantom outside means that at the moment when the master here achieves himself, the night sky of the material world is likely to have only the most primitive yellow moon.

"Are you OK?"

　　 Jenkins was not ready to sit up, and put his arms around him with big hands. Looking back, there are already two companions waiting here. The one who helped him sit up was a sturdy middle-aged man wearing a heavy cotton-padded coat. He had dark skin and a clear mole on the corner of his left eye; not far away. Looking around was a young woman in a mink coat, taller than Jenkins and a strange man.

　　 She looks like a lady in terms of her clothes, but even more like her in terms of her temperament.

　　 "Where is this? Is it the custom here that the nobles must personally participate in expeditions in the treacherous land?"

　　 Jenkins couldn't figure it out, but felt his head a little clearer, so he opened his mouth to thank the man who helped him to get up. But his complexion is still ugly, and the sequelae brought by space movement have not completely disappeared.

After 　　, the three briefly introduced that the two strangers were companions, and they set up warning signs there to warn pedestrians not to be curious. Out of caution, the three of them didn't give too much introduction to their actual identities, but just roughly talked about their abilities.

　　 No one said his name. The strangers called themselves Mr. Stone and Miss Spectacles, so Jenkins called himself Mr. Cat because he really brought a cat.

　　 Then, I was ready to face this adventure.

　　 Judging from the surrounding environment, this room with huge floor-to-ceiling windows is obviously a studio. Drawing boards and oil paintings can be seen everywhere here, and easels are arranged irregularly around the room, so that the room can only be vacated near the window.

　　 All easels have drawing boards and canvases, but most of them are blank; a few canvases with content, mostly depicting some weird and weird scenes or creatures.

　　 These paintings cannot be seen often, otherwise there will be the illusion of things in the paintings coming out of the canvas and an inexplicable sense of panic. This reminded Jenkins of the first deceit he destroyed, the painting that could reflect his inner desires.

　　 I want to come now, it was already half a year ago.

Except for Jenkins and the two strangers, at the other end of the clearing in front of the window, a young painter with his back to the three of them was holding a palette in his left hand, his thumb went through the hole in the palette, and his other hand held it. Paint on the blank canvas in front of you with a paintbrush.

　　 He is wearing an exaggerated red dress, even on the back, with intricate fringe and lace decorations, a fluffy beret on the top of his head, and a pair of brown lace-up leather boots under his feet. He really looks like a painter.

　　Because of the close distance, the three people can clearly see what he painted. It is the three people in front of the window, and even the cat with its head sticking out between the buttons was painted by him. The painter's brush is always on the canvas, but he can paint the color he wants at will.

　　 didn't care about the cat's eyes looking at the yellow moon outside the window. Jenkins looked at his companions and saw that they were unwilling to speak, so he coughed and said:

　　 "This gentleman, I'm sorry to interrupt your serious creation. I want to ask, how can we get out of here?"

　　 The voice echoed in the huge empty studio, and the echo made people subconsciously uneasy.

　　 "If you draw three pictures, you can leave. It doesn't matter whether it is one for one person or another distribution plan. As long as you can draw them, the painting is complete."

　　 The painter said with his back to the three, his voice languid and indifferent, and he was very dissatisfied that Jenkins interrupted his thoughts.

　　 Jenkins nodded, looked around and couldn't find what he wanted, so he looked at Mr. Stone, this time it was his turn to ask.

　　 The middle-aged man did not shirk either. He understood what Jenkins meant, so he spoke:

　　 "Then, if it is convenient, can you lend us some paint and brushes."

　　 "The paintings here don't need paints and brushes, but emotions are needed! It's memories! Those of you who have no talents will not understand."

　　 The three felt that they were despised, but they couldn't beat the painter who was facing them.

　　 But at least the general situation has been figured out now. It is different from the tyrant Doomsday that Jenkins experienced last time. The rules for this are obviously much simpler.

　　 The three people who were temporarily accompanied moved a little away from the painter who didn't want to look back, and then began to discuss coping strategies in a low voice. Jenkins is very happy that it is not the first time for his companions to enter the treacherous realm, so no one wants to force others to try first.

　　 "Instead of wasting time, it is better to be simpler. We use a lottery to sort the order..."

　　 The woman suggested this, and then looked at Jenkins:

　　 "You will make the lottery, and we will draw it."

　　 This sounds fair, but the abilities of the gifters have always been weird, and Jenkins is not sure whether the opponent has the ability to control the lottery. But at least the result was very good for him, because he was drawn third, Miss Spectacles second, and Mr. Stone first.

　　 "[Destiny Stage] is a passive ability, and I can't help it."

　　 He whispered an apology to his companions in his heart. Mr. Stone couldn't hear what Jenkins was saying. He could only look at the note with 1 in his hand and sigh constantly, but he didn't mean to regret it.

There are many blank canvases around 　　, so there are many choices. Mr. Stone looked around and chose the outermost one on the left, because this one was the closest to the three.

　　 He looked back at what the woman wanted to say, but closed his mouth as soon as it opened. He shook his head, walked to the canvas alone, looked at his free hand, and then under the gaze of the two behind him, stretched out his right index finger to point to the center of the canvas.

　　 The man's body shook abruptly, and then with that finger as the center, the thick oily color spread like a liquid.

　　 At the same time, the same uneven traces of oil appeared on the walls of the studio. As the colorful colors spread, the space of the studio gradually became blurred.

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　　 The studio space disappeared before the eyes, and the cave environment occupied the space around the three of them. Before the gradually spreading darkness enveloped them, Jenkins took out his candle to light up the surroundings.

　　 "Beware of spiders!"

　　 Mr. Stone's words seemed to be coming from a long distance. Before Jenkins could speak, he heard the sound of Xixisuosuo coming from the cracks in the rock wall of the cave.

　　 Miss Glasses screamed, and then immediately covered her mouth. Although Jenkins was not very afraid of spiders, he couldn't help shivering when he saw the wall of hairy spiders.

　　 But these are not threats. They are attracted by the candle lights in Jenkins' hands, and there are even bigger things. At this moment, Mr. Stone was missing his whereabouts, and there was a vibrating sound from further away in the cave.

　　 With a sharp burst of air, a group of thick white spider silks as big as two heads, between liquid and solid shot from the depths of the cave, but hit the Jenkins wall of fire head-on. The flames scorched the white spider silks quickly, and even the dense black poisonous spiders crawling on the wall rushed away from Jenkins in a panic.

　　 "Here are his memories. I heard him talk about this adventure. It was 7 years ago."

　　 Miss Glasses reminded that she watched vigilantly behind them to prevent unknown enemies from appearing there.

　　 Jenkins nodded, and had a preliminary understanding of the tricks of this treacherous world. The spider silk that had flown from the depths of the cave had been completely burnt. He hesitated for a moment, and then led Miss Eye to walk in the direction where the spider silk flew.

　　 Both of them now know that they may have entered the painting, but they don't know how to escape from here. So if you go to a place where there are clues, you will definitely encounter danger, but there will be no mistakes. Jenkins just hopes that his cat will stop pretending to be afraid. He knows that chocolate is never afraid of such small bugs.

　　 Even with candle lighting, it is difficult for the light to pass through the ink-like darkness in the cave. The passage in front is a straight road without any fork in the road. But within five minutes of walking, Jenkins noticed that the darkness not far in front could not be illuminated.

　　 Even if you continue to move forward with the light source, the light cannot enter there, as if there is a barrier that can completely absorb the light.

"This......"