It blinked at Jenkins, which meant it would not say anything about it, but the dragon was too big, and the blinking motion was not considered concealed at all.

　　 "I should have nothing to do with the dragon, right?"

　　 Miss Cape asked suspiciously, she didn't know the legend of the savior, and naturally she didn't understand what the red dragon was referring to, so she was still confused about the reason for her presence here.

　　 "Yes, yes, but although you have nothing to do with the dragon, you must also participate in this competition. This is not a rule made by me, it is made by God."

　　 "The soul of the tree won't be on Miss Cape, right?"

　　The strange attitude of the giant dragon made Jenkins suspicious. He looked at the dragon suspiciously, and the dragon immediately looked away from Jenkins:

"I have developed a small game where the winner can get something called [Dragon Soul] from me. Since everyone has limited time, the game will start after ten minutes and end before the sun rises. The time is about There are twelve hours, I think it will be just right. May I ask you to participate?"

　　 said, the dragon raised his right paw, and a small golden pocket watch was wrapped around it to keep time.

　　 "Who else is the participant?"

　　 Jenkins asked:

　　 "The girl surnamed Knight, and a stranger who touched my lair in the middle of the night before yesterday, holding a dragon token in his hand, seems to be from an organization called the tree house."

　　 said the red dragon.

"I attended."

　　 Jenkins raised his hand immediately.

　　 "Then I will participate, too. The people in the tree house must stop doing anything."

　　 Miss Capet said.

"Well, the rules of the game are very simple. We all know that Nolan City has a special status at the end of this era. Because of this, all kinds of weird things happen frequently in this city. Although for the benefactors. Ordinary ghosts, ghosts and even regional spontaneous extraordinary phenomena are not tricky, but they are not for ordinary people.

　　The rule of the game is to rely on your own strength to discover and deal with as many abnormal events in this city as possible in one night. It cannot be artificially created by you, but only abnormal events that have nothing to do with you. Return to me before dawn and the one who handles the more things will be the winner.

　　 But please be careful, don't tell the church about this, or you'll be out immediately. "

　　PS: I don’t know if anyone reading this book has a high school student party, just take it as it is. If there are recent readers of the college entrance examination, I wish you success in your studies, success in the exam, and all you are right. The plenary meeting of the exam.

Chapter 1635 The first thousand six hundred and tenth chapter Undead Tree

　　 "How do you know how many things we have dealt with? Can we just say it?"

　　 Jenkins in the dragon's lair questioned that after he came into this world, he experienced a lot of treacherous realms, and he was familiar with all kinds of terrible game rules. Compared with this, the game of the dragon was too crude.

　　 "You can take some interesting "souvenirs" and bring them back after you solve a problem. I have my own way to tell the truth from the false. The son of the sage, I am a very fair red dragon and full of wisdom."

　　龙 said, and then glanced at the pocket watch smaller than its eyes:

　　 "You have ten minutes to prepare, and then you can set off."

　　 "Jenkins, do you know something I don't know?"

　　 Seeing that Jenkins had finished speaking with Long, Miss Cape looked at Jenkins suspiciously.

"Ok......"

　　 Jenkins hesitated, and decided not to tell her the legend of the savior. This is not good for her:

"Tomorrow morning after daybreak, if you are interested in knowing, I can tell you. But now please listen to me, stop the tree house and let me do it. You don’t want to get involved... it’s not me. I want to exclude competitors, but this matter may be a little dangerous for you..."

　　When I said it, Jenkins felt like he was squeezing Miss Capet. He really thinks that it is inappropriate for Miss Cape to get involved in this matter, after all, the opponent is not even a gifted person who is good at fighting, and it is very dangerous to rush in.

　　 But Miss Capet did not object to her words. She fluffed her hair, looked at Jenkins with her beautiful eyes, and said to Hong Long:

　　 "Well then, I will give up the qualification."

　　 The dragon nodded and said yes, but Miss Capet could not tell the church about this before the game ended. The dragon wanted to prevent the church from providing help to Jenkins.

　　 "But anyway, tomorrow morning I will have a complete picture of what happened."

　　 The blond lady said seriously, and then opened her arms to hug Jenkins:

　　 "You must also be careful and pay attention to your own safety."

　　 "I will be safe."

　　 He promised that Miss Capet was relieved, and finally took a look at the dragon, then turned and left here without nostalgia.

　　 Although Jenkins believes that Nolan City is now in a short period of peace, in fact, since last year, various unusual events that are not very obvious to him have occurred frequently in the Nolan area. Those things are just a matter of effort for the gifter, and sometimes it can be solved by throwing a spell, but for ordinary people, it is a nightmare that can't get rid of.

The battle teams of various churches, in ordinary years, that is, when Jenkin has not yet come to this world, most of the incidents dealt with are simple problems of this type, and a few more complex problems can be handled by the demigods of the various churches. solve. The reason why Jenkins has not been exposed to such incidents is partly because he is a semi-civilian, and partly because his time is often squeezed by more dangerous things.

　　 After leaving the dragon, he did not go to the city to search for anomalous events non-stop, but slowly took his cat to the restaurant for a big meal, ensuring that he would be energetic without sleeping tonight. Then I went home and found a travel guide I bought from the post office a long time ago. Looking at the map above, I planned to sort out the whole city from the south to the north.

　　 Of course, it is more convenient to put on a black robe to do such a thing, and you don't have to worry too much about it. But Jenkins worried that after he put on his black robe, the unknown detection method of the dragon would not be able to judge those things that he did, so he acted in his own capacity.

　　 First is the public cemetery in the southern suburbs of the city. The sun is completely set and the cemetery is shrouded in thick fog, which is like the atmosphere created in horror novels.

　　 The cemeteries in big cities are guarded by the gravekeepers of the church of the dead or inspected regularly, so it is difficult for the dead to recover naturally. Jenkins took this place as a starting point, but it was for insurance, but he didn't expect that when he approached the fence of the tomb area, he saw some strange auras gleaming inside the park.

　　 "Luck here?"

　　 He thought happily, touched the chocolate that showed his head from the neckline, and let it not disturb the gravekeeper here for a while, then backed up two steps and one run-up, swiftly turning over the fence and entering the interior of the cemetery.

　　 Even though this is the suburbs, the dense fog is still full of the choking smell. Jenkins covered his nose with one hand, and walked along the path in the cemetery towards the direction of the aura. Not long after, he saw an ordinary tree planted here.

　　 The spiritual light was emitted from the tree. Jenkins circled the tree twice, and finally found a distorted human face pattern in the folds of the bark at the lower part of the tree trunk.

　　 This is not a ritual of the gifter, but a tree planted in the cemetery. If the roots touch too many corpses, it is possible that over the years, it may have the characteristics of the undead due to the effect of "sacrifice". Once this kind of tree is completely activated, it is equivalent to a high-level undead with wisdom, but the transformation process not only takes a hundred years, but also requires a huge number of corpses. Therefore, the activated undead tree is generally only in ancient battlefields or has the habit of living sacrifices. It can be seen in the ancient tomb of.

　　 "There must be someone who has not followed the rules for cremation of corpses."

　　 Jenkins thought of reaching out and patting on the tree trunk, and the static human face on the tree bark became more distorted. As the lines on the bark flowed like water, the human face gradually disappeared into normal tree lines, and the undead traits in this tree completely disappeared.

　　 Jenkins just sent some spirits of life into the tree, so as to dissipate the thin force of death. This is very simple for him, but if an ordinary person comes around this tree at night, he may be frightened or even scared to death by the illusion created by the tree.

　　 "This is the first thing, the next step should be..."

　　 turned around and was about to leave, but the Eye of Reality, which hadn't closed yet, saw two familiar gifters also appeared in the cemetery, and they seemed to have just entered.

　　 "Strange."

I looked around and jumped into the thick grass that was so prosperous because of summer. At the same time, it further accelerated the growth of those low shrubs, and let the grass completely cover him. Therefore, Miss Magic and Silver who walked in a short time. Miss Di didn't notice that there was a person with a cat squatting next to her.

　　 "Huh? Strange, I remember this tree."

　　 The two stopped beside the tree that Jenkins had just dealt with:

　　 "This is the undead wood that I finally found. It was originally intended to be used as a ritual material. How could it become a normal wood?"

　　Miss Magic touched the place where the human face was supposed to be distorted, very sure that it had become a normal tree.

　　 Under the moonlight, she had a puzzled expression on her face. Miss Yindi was also surprised. She even looked around, but she didn't see Jenkins who was embarrassed in the bushes.

Chapter 1636 Chapter 1611: Oil Painting and Professor

　　 "This is terrible. This kind of material was scarce, but now it's gone for some reason. Where can I find a substitute?"

　　 Miss Magic murmured to herself, her tone full of troubles. Jenkins, who was hiding in the bushes, held his breath and tried to pretend that he had never been here.

　　 "The effect that Miss Windsor wants is only a ritual that allows people to die. I think you should have other alternatives?"

　　 Miss Yindi asked, still looking around.

　　 "There is and there is, but only this kind of ritual that requires undead wood can make the subject feel the greatest pain during suspended animation, and the rest is just a sleep."

　　 Miss Magic said in trouble.

　　 "You haven't forgotten the last time?"

　　 "How can I forget? That woman actually ruined my plan. If it weren't for Mr. Candle to help me, the Heart of the Sea might be someone else's."

　　Miss Magic replied with gritted teeth, but made Miss Yindi smile bitterly:

　　 "In fact, even if Miss Windsor did not do that, it seems that it is difficult for you to grab the Heart of the Sea from Fermisch..."

"But in short, that woman has an enmity with me. Even if I am temporarily hired by her, she still has an enmity with me. But since that kind of wood is gone, just forget it. Other alternatives are okay, but there is no way to give her a small one. The small lesson is really a shame."

　　 The two voices are getting smaller and smaller, and they have left the cemetery while talking. Hidden in the bushes, Jenkins wiped his sweat, thinking that he must not easily offend a careful woman.

　　 After confirming that Miss Magic and Miss Silver Flute would not turn around and turn back, Jenkins took a small piece of bark from the trunk and put it in his pocket as a token of resolving the matter, and then sneakily left the cemetery from another direction. In order to prevent encountering them when entering the city, he also made a large circle before turning back towards the city.

　　 Seeing that he was about to lose his way, Jenkins had reached the depths of the thick fog outside the city. I couldn't see the stars and the moon when I looked up, and I was looking at the same street scene all around. I didn't know which direction I should go in for a while, so I took out the cat in my pocket and asked it to find the direction of home.

　　 But I don’t know that as soon as the cat came out and stood in Jenkins’s palms and took a breath, he coughed and coughed, obviously choked by the strange smell in the air. It stretched out its paw and screamed at Jenkins without a threat, then slid through Jenkins' fingers like a stream of water, and hid it in his pocket again.

　　 "Well then, let me have a look."

　　 Anyway, he doesn't intend to go home anyway, he simply uses the real eye to explore the nearby aura while walking. I don't know what happened tonight. Before he could walk two streets, a strange aura appeared in a three-story apartment with a masonry structure that seemed to be old.

　　 Jenkins came to the neighborhood and stopped downstairs to watch. Through the thick fog at night, there was no light in the window facing the street. It was still early, only around eight o’clock. He hesitated and came to the door to knock, but only then did he discover that the building’s door was actually blocked with three long wooden boards. Look at the color of the wooden boards. It has been abandoned for a long time.

　　 "Interesting, the abandoned three-story apartment building on the outskirts of the city, this is an excellent material for horror novels."

He doesn't want to open the door of other people's house in the middle of the night. This is very inconvenient, and also too conspicuous. In case a nearby resident goes out or goes home in the middle of the night and sees the door of the abandoned house next door open, he may be frightened. .

A little farther to confirm the structure of the house, Jenkins patted the cat on his chest to make it firmer, then climbed the steam pipe of the house next door to the second floor, and grabbed the window edge of the second floor of the abandoned house from the second floor. . Pulling his entire body up, stretched out his hand to pull the latch on the inside of the window that had no glass, and then opened the window and jumped into the house.

　　 There is a very strong musty smell in the room, which is even more unbearable than the smell of dense fog on the street.

　　 Jenkins was holding his mouth and suppressing the desire to cough, and he flicked his other hand quickly in front of him twice before he felt a little better.

　　 The unusual aura was in the attic, but when he tried to open the trap door, he found that the ladder connecting the room on the third floor to the attic was missing. Jenkins tried to grab the edge of the attic entrance, twisting his body to pull himself up, putting one leg on the floor of the attic, and finally letting his whole body come up with a sigh of relief.

　　 The miner's lamp that evokes [Mechanical Light] is held in my hand, and the blue Yingying light illuminates the easel at the end of the attic and the brightly colored oil painting on it.

This is a portrait of a woman. The woman in the painting is wrapped in a turban and sitting on a white chair. It seems to be on the second floor of this house. In the painting, the woman is smiling quietly, putting her hands together on her legs. Up and look away from the screen.

　　 aura comes from here, very faint but already dabbled in the extraordinary. Jenkins tentatively poked the drawing board with his cane. Nothing happened. He clicked carefully with his finger, and there was nothing unusual.

　　 "Take this picture to the painting position on the second floor to take a look, maybe it will be rewarding."

　　 thought of taking out the canvas, rolling it up, and jumping from the entrance of the attic back to the third floor of the room. At this moment, another gifter appeared outside the house, who also stopped for a moment at the door, and then chose almost the same path as Jenkins, climbed to the second floor next door, and then swung to the window of the house, no matter how smart Climbed into the house.

　　 Professor Burns was originally curious about why the window on the second floor happened to be open. He didn't know that as soon as he climbed into the window, he saw a figure standing at the door of the room looking at him.

　　 If he hadn't already crawled in, the professor might be frightened and fell out of the window. He stabilized his mind before finally realizing that it was Jenkins.

　　 "Jenkins? Why are you here? Oh, sage. You are scared by me~"

Professor 　　 patted his chest, turned around and closed the window. His crawling movement was more dexterous than Jenkins with [Cat Elegance] turned on, and he didn't even get his clothes stained with the dust on the window sill.

　　 Jenkins never visited the professor after returning to Nolan, because the professor was busier than him. It is the summer graduation season in June. Many students led by the professor are facing graduation. In addition to the school chores and church affairs, the professor is almost too busy to find anyone.

　　 "I... come to deal with some things."

　　 Jenkins didn't know how to explain, so while releasing his green soul emblem to prove his identity, he vaguely explained his intentions and showed the oil painting in his hand.

Chapter 1637 Chapter 1612 Chapter Tavern and Treats

　　 "You found this painting, that's great. Where did you find it?"

Professor 　　 asked, looking very happy.

　　 "Attic."

　　 Jenkins pointed to it.

"So here, I was worried that I would not be able to find it. This house is owned by my student Taylor's mother. Not long ago, Taylor fell seriously ill. When I visited him, I found that he seemed to be cursed. I asked about it later. After the incident, I realized that the bad boy did not visit the poor woman who lived here long before his mother died, so I guessed that the woman refused to leave for a long time because of resentment. As for the source of the resentment, Taylor told me, maybe It was an oil painting he painted for his mother a long time ago."

　　 While talking, the two of them walked to the master bedroom on the second floor. After removing the deformed door, they confirmed that it was a room with an oil painting background. The professor moved the chair with a broken leg by the wall to the window, and Jenkins unfolded the oil painting to face it. After a while, the temperature in the room dropped sharply, and the soul that had been lingering here for a long time appeared.

　　 Before the already somewhat irrational soul tried to attack the two, Jenkins dashed up and slapped her on the shoulder. The glow of magic suppressed the atmosphere of the room that had become a little gloomy because of the appearance of evil spirits. Without Jenkins' actions, the professor took the initiative to step forward and talk to the soul. After comforting and guaranteeing, the woman's soul showed a relieved expression. , And then turned into a light and disappeared.

　　 "It's all right now. It's so smooth. Taylor can finally get up from his hospital bed to write his paper! The excavation team organized by the school's archaeology department happened to be able to sign up for him."

Professor 　　 touched his chin and said, with a smile on his face, then looked at Jenkins:

　　 "It seems good luck tonight. Would you like to go to the bar for a drink later? I know you don't drink, so we can find a quieter bar that serves juice."

　　 If there is nothing else, Jenkins certainly doesn't mind, but he is very busy tonight. So regretfully rejected the professor's invitation, and then cut a corner from the painting as a proof, and gave the rest to the professor to return to his student Taylor.

　　Before parting, the professor told Jenkins that he found some interesting rumors when he inquired about the history of the elves not long ago, so Jenkins had time to visit him. It's a pity that Jenkins and the professor have been busy recently. It is estimated that they will have to wait until August or September at least to have a lot of free time again.

　　 Knowing where he is now from the professor, Jenkins continues to walk towards the city. In fact, Nolan is still a relatively peaceful city, and the night is not as terrible as he expected. Just walking in the thick fog, there is always a strange sense of imbalance, Jenkins attributed this to the inability to see the end of the road.