It didn’t take long to find the next goal. It was a bar that was open late at night. Although it looked ordinary, just like most pubs in the city, the rich yellow auras all over the store showed this. It is implicated in class B transcendence.

　　 "Oh, finally encountered something tricky!"

　　 The things solved just now are trivial things that are not worth mentioning, and now it is the difficulty that Jenkins encounters daily. From the outside, I couldn't tell what numbered event or place it was, so I sorted my clothes, took the cat and pretended to be a normal guest, and stepped into this unusual tavern.

　　 As soon as I entered, I saw an acquaintance. Jenkins’ senior sister, Ms. Steviere, was sitting alone in front of the bar, looking at the transparent glass in front of her and was taken aback. Probably there was wine in it, but Jenkins didn't know this well and couldn't guess what kind of wine it was.

　　 "A glass of grape juice."

　　 Jenkins sat next to Miss Stillwell, and threw a handful of broken money to the bartender with a white smiley mask. The bartender was obviously taken aback, not knowing whether it was because Jenkins asked for juice or because of Jenkins's money-losing action.

　　 "Meow~"

　　Chocolate suddenly stretched his head out of his pocket and called.

　　 "Two cups of juice. These coins pay for an extra cup. My cat wants to drink from the cup."

　　 As he said, he grabbed his pocket again, but found that he had thrown out all the change, so he said:

　　 "The money just now should be enough. If there is extra, remember to change it."

　　 He doesn't know the rules here, so he will treat it as an ordinary tavern for the time being.

　　The bartender looked at Jenkins for a while before nodding, then turned to prepare the drink he wanted.

　　 "Jenkins?"

　　Miss Stillwell, with a pensive appearance, was attracted by the meow, and then saw Jenkins sitting next to her.

　　 "Why are you in Turin?"

　　 "This seems to be Nolan."

　　 He looked at the street scene outside, and it was indeed Nolan with dense fog. With a guess about the tavern, he asked the bartender who pushed the cup to him and the cat:

　　 "Will this tavern transfer space?"

　　 "Yes, the transfer is every three hours. When you just walked in, the transfer just ended."

　　The bartender said very kindly, but because he was wearing a mask, he couldn't see his expression.

　　 "So I am back to Nolan now?"

　　 Ms. Stillwell asked self-deprecatingly, taking a sip of the wine glass to suffocate the wine. Jenkins moved the corners of his mouth, picked up the glass full of grape juice, and concealed the expression on his face.

　　 Some time ago, he also came to a foreign land because of an unexpected spatial shift, so he understood Miss Stevier's depressed mood at the moment, so he comforted:

"It’s been a long time since I’ve seen each other. It’s really surprising to see me here again. Speaking of which, Nolan is also a familiar place. It’s better to come here than to go to an unknown and unfamiliar city, and it’s not without the chance to go back. ......"

　　 "The space transfer of the tavern is random, and we do not provide transportation services."

　　 The bartender said immediately.

　　 "Jenkins, don't comfort me, I just lamented the indissoluble bond between myself and this city. Actually, it would be nice to come back here. I heard that there is a shortage of manpower here."

　　 She put down the wine glass in her hand and looked up outside the tavern:

　　 "It's really interesting, I always want to come back all these years, come back to see my father, and see where I lived when I was young..."

　　 She also looks very young now.

　　 "Unexpectedly, I made up my mind to stay in Turin, but I came back soon. It's okay to come back, or to come back..."

　　 The well-informed Miss Stevier can tell where this is. This tavern is called B-11-04-2529 [Tavern that does not sell poisons]. As the name suggests, in this tavern, guests can buy any type of alcohol except poisonous alcohol. Every time the tavern appears in the material world, it will randomly move once every 3 hours, randomly appearing in the corner of any city or town in the material world.

　　Any intelligent life can visit the tavern and pay ordinary money or ordinary equivalents in exchange for ordinary drinks. As long as you leave before the space movement starts, you can completely equate this place to an ordinary tavern. And paying for precious brewing raw materials, food materials, or items needed by the tavern can be exchanged for wines with extraordinary properties.

　　 At the same time, the bartender and the waiters who have not yet appeared also accept the barter, identification or equivalent recovery of the numbered items. It can be said that most of the functions of the general tavern are here.

　　 As long as you don’t make trouble here, this tavern will treat all guests kindly. It's just that each guest can only take care of this place once. After going out, they can no longer reach the entrance, let alone guide others to find the entrance.

"Since I strayed here, I plan to stay here for three hours to prevent the citizens who strayed into being sent to other places, and then report to the church. By the way, see if there are any believers of the God of Music here. How about you, Jenkins, is there anything else going on in a while?"

　　 Miss Stillwell asked, looking at the wine glass with blurred eyes, probably because she wanted Jenkins to stay and talk to her.

　　 It's a pity that Jenkins's business tonight is not over. Since I know there is no danger here, I don't have to worry about citizens coming in with Miss Stevier, so I got up and prepared to leave.

　　 But after thinking about it, he took out a ring of greed from his pocket and put it on the bar and pushed it to the bartender:

　　 "Give this lady a glass of wine that can make people feel happy, I want a glass of wine that can temporarily increase luck..."

　　 "Meow~"

　　 "Also, give my cat a cup...you can give it anything. It will be matched at this price."

　　 He clicked on the sin coin, then smiled and looked at Miss Stillwell:

　　 "You just came to Nolan, this cup is my treat."

　　Miss Stillwell probably recognized the guilt, but she didn't know if this thing could still be used in this way. She is considered a senior Jenkins, she shouldn't have asked Jenkins to treat her, but seeing that he insists on this, she has no objection.

It’s just that when the bartender puts a goblet with bright red wine with lemon slices, a square glass with a sparkling golden liquid surface and bubbles, and a small wooden bowl filled with a liquid that looks like boiled water in front of two people and a cat, The sin coin was pushed back to Jenkins:

　　 "These three cups count as my treat."

　　 the bartender said, his voice is very magnetic.

　　 "Why?"

　　 "It is my honor for you and your cat to patronize here."

　　 The bartender replied unpretentiously, and then picked up the cloth next to him and continued to scrub the empty glass.

　　 Jenkins laughed at the words and drank the bizarre vanilla-flavored drink from the square glass. The chocolate standing on the bar also bowed his head and tasted the bowl of "boiled water", and his eyes lit up.

　　 took away the ordinary cup that the cat had used, as a token of "solving" this incident, and bid farewell to the senior sister, Jenkins continued to walk through the city with contented chocolates.

　　 Because he met acquaintances three times in a row, this somewhat made him suspect that his acquaintances chose to go out this night. But the next few haunted incidents, not to mention acquaintances, and no one else who strayed into the scene, made Jenkins feel a little boring while relaxing.

　　 He thought it might be the drinks that he drank just now.

Chapter 1638 Chapter 1613

　　Nolan City covers a large area. Even if only the densely populated urban areas are counted, the overall area will not be smaller than any city in the same period of Jenkin’s hometown.

　　 Therefore, he wandered aimlessly in the dense fog area around the city for nearly three hours, yet he was not even close to the city center. It seems that the outlying slums are more prone to strange and supernatural events, which makes Jenkins' footsteps deeper and deeper into the alleys extending in all directions.

　　 I didn't see the aura this time, only heard the sound of sobbing from the house where the wall was severely dropped. Since it was not an extraordinary event, Jenkins had no obligation to take care of it, but he stopped unconsciously.

　　 "It may be that a lonely woman thinks of sad things late at night, or conflicts between husband and wife, it shouldn't be a big deal."

　　 He thought in his heart, but worried that his judgment was wrong. The woman inside actually wanted to commit suicide or something.

　　 "Since I have come here, it means I should go and see this."

I looked up at the nearby house structure, and then climbed onto the roof of someone else’s house, sliding from the roof to the back alley, observing the position of the woman in the bedroom from the light from the rear window, and then cautiously using one. Fingers pushed the window into a gap.

　　 The windows are not glass at all, they are pasted with newspaper. In fact, Jenkins can barely see inside without pushing it open.

　　 The rear window corresponds to the bedroom of this simple and dilapidated house, or a mixed room of bedroom, living room and dining room. This family can be regarded as the four walls of the family, except for a few essential furniture, only the pockets piled in the corners are regarded as decorative objects.

　　 A man who couldn't see his appearance was lying flat on the bed. His breathing was very weak, but his chest had a lot of ups and downs. It seemed that he was using all his strength to maintain his breathing. The crying woman lay on the bed, sorrowing for the man's misfortune.

　　 blinked his eyes and didn't see any strange color on the man. This shows that the disease he is suffering from is natural, which completely separates the things here from the extraordinary events.

　　 "The things here have nothing to do with me."

　　 He thought in his heart, but he naturally put on a black robe, he didn't want the old man to think that he was fine running around most of the night.

　　 went back to the front door again, this time knocked on the door seriously. The crying inside the room stopped abruptly, and it took nearly half a minute to hear the woman's voice:

"who is it?"

　　 "Not a robber."

　　 Jenkins replied:

　　 "Society sends warmth...I mean, which **** do you believe in?"

　　 "The sun god."

　　 This way of addressing the righteous **** [Eternal Blazing Sun] is the standard way of answering for a shallow believer. They really believe in gods, but only a little. Most of the purpose of believing in gods is to not become part of the legendary "Wall of the Unbelievers" after death. In fact, Jenkins does not know whether this thing exists in this world, but Most of it does not exist.

　　 "Yes, I am from the Sun God Church to give you warmth."

　　 He said so, of course the woman inside the door would not believe it.

　　 Jenkins actually didn’t have much time to spend more time here, this situation is not worthy of him using the power of lies to deceive the people inside the door:

"this is for you."

　　 So he stuffed a one-pound bill along the crack in the door, and after a few seconds, the door opened.

　　The woman and the man in the door are husband and wife. They moved from the countryside of Nolan to the city about three years ago and wanted to find a job to support the family. Since then, women have worked as female workers in textile factories, while men have worked in machinery factories, managing steam furnaces full-time, that is, adding coal.

　　 This is of course very hard work, but at least it has brought a stable income for the family. It’s just that this stability is too fragile. The man quickly contracted lung disease because he was exposed to the soot all day long. The initial symptoms were not obvious, but as Nolan’s air became worse and worse during this period, His occupational disease has also become more serious.

　　 To this day, just staying in a closed room will make you look like you can't breathe, so women cry in the middle of the night and feel sad for the misfortune of the family.

　　 If what happened here is regarded as an accident, then Jenkins will not be able to solve the root cause. Even if he has touched the man's arm when the woman is not paying attention, he relieves the pressure on his lungs through treatment. But men will definitely return to work in the factory, and even healthy people will repeat the same mistakes sooner or later.

　　 Not to mention the current pollution situation in Nolan City, it has become a bit unsuitable for people to live normally, and the abnormal fog gradually encroaches on the space of this city. Solving a person's illness and shutting down a factory are just expedient measures. The root cause lies in policies and concepts, which Jenkins cannot reverse with his own strength.

Before staying here for long, he left. The crying woman seemed to treat Jenkins as a clergyman. When he left, she told the kind monk to be careful when walking at night. Recently, it was rumored that Nolan was in the fog at night. There are murderers wandering around.

　　 Jenkins thanked her for her kindness and walked down the alley to the deeper part of the dense fog.

　　 returned to his appearance, he quickly walked to the block where Miss Audrey's house was located, which was already quite close to the so-called "inner city" of the city, that is, those places that had not yet been invaded by dense fog.

　　 Jenkins hesitated whether to say hello to his teacher before leaving, but after looking at his pocket watch, it was close to midnight, so he did not rush to visit.

　　 Miss Audrey’s residence is a high-end residential area, so the neighborhood is exceptionally quiet. Jenkins appeared here untimely, and if he was seen by the police patrolling the street, he would inevitably be questioned. So I speeded up and wanted to leave here, but when I walked to the street and wanted to turn left, I suddenly heard a strange sound on the side.

　　 turned his head and saw a red ball rolling along the street to his shoe, and stopped after hitting the shoe.

　　 "Why is this scene so familiar?"

　　 When he first came to this world, he encountered ghosts in the hospital like this.

　　 bends down to pick up the ball, and then looks around to see which unlucky ghost has encountered him, when someone slaps him on his left shoulder. Before he could react, the cat, who felt his own territory was invaded, rushed out of Jenkins’s collar angrily. Jenkins only felt a white shadow flying by in front of him, and the cat screamed with a scream of "meow". Pounced behind Jenkins.

　　 He turned around and reached out to catch the cat that was about to fall, but he didn't see a ghost behind him. The scene just now happened so quickly that Jenkins was not sure what the chocolate found. He squeezed the red sphere that felt like a fleshy ball in his hand, and the orange flame that conformed to his heart burned in his hand.

Chapter 1639 Chapter 1614: Activation of Textile Machines

　　 The ball in his hand should be part of the creature that touched Jenkins' shoulder just now. When it was ignited by Jenkins, a shadow deep in the dense fog was also ignited. Jenkins stood still, watching the burning human figure rushing towards him. Calculating the distance, raising his leg and turning and kicking, the thing that looked like a human but was definitely not human was kicked away by him. It was like a cotton-like thing burning in a crushed pillow, fluttering and flying. All over the sky.

　　 The sparkling light looks very beautiful in the fog.

"what's this?"

　　 Jenkins originally thought it was a ghost or an evil spirit, but now it seems to be a real thing. While thinking about it, a gifter appeared in the distance, Jenkins immediately put on a black robe, and then patted the cat's **** squatting on his shoulders.

　　 The cat who slept in Jenkins' arms all night opened her mouth and yawned, and then turned into a white cat vanilla.

　　 "Huh? Mr. Candle?"

　　 Mr. Hood with a compass-like thing in his hand emerged from the fog, followed by Mr. White Cat.

　　 When Jenkins first arrived at Bel Dylan, he had a drink with Mr. Hood, and got him drunk and asked him for clues to the gang of people from the Fragrance Appreciation Committee. Later, Jenkins wanted to apologize to him, but Mr. Hood quickly finished his business at Bel Dylan and left. He returned to Nolan much earlier than Jenkins.

　　 "Mr. Hood, Mr. White Cat, good evening."

　　 He took off his hat and said, then he threw the remains of the burnt red ball on the ground.

　　 "Have you seen...well, you did."

　　 Mr. Hood glanced at the compass in his hand, and the pointer on it pointed straight to what Jenkins had dropped from his hand.

　　 "Just kill it. I thought the two of us would chase it all night."

　　 "I also come across occasionally, it seems to want to attack me. Speaking of which, what is this?"

　　 Mr. Hood and Mr. White Cat were entrusted by a factory owner to investigate the "haunted" incidents in his factory at night. Although Mr. Hood is not short of money, he happened to need some evil spirit dust recently, so he started an investigation tonight.

　　 The two originally thought it was an evil spirit like Jenkins, but they didn't expect to see it with their own eyes and were startled by the monster with the entity.

"That thing is very good at hiding. We found it in that textile factory most of the night. I thought that my compass was broken, but it was absolutely impossible. I relied on this compass to find Sk... .. ahem, that thing is hiding in a pile of spinning machines, in fact, it looks exactly like a spinning machine."

　　 The three of them said as they walked, Mr. Hood tried to show what he wanted to express with his hands.