"This person is a mechanical transformation person? No, it doesn't look like it."

　　 It's not like that mechanically transforms human flesh-and-flesh organisms. The former looks very disgusting, and now Mr. Luther just looks terrible.

"It's not the kind of thing you said. We have checked it, at least before his death, he was a completely and undoubted purebred human. This seems to be a curse, similar to the plague of the undead, which can revive the dead. , It’s just that the recovered corpse is not an undead walking corpse, it looks like this."

Chapter 1808 The first thousand seven hundred and seventy-nine chapters of a liar (3K plus more)

　　 Miss Yindi explained the discovery of the trio. Seeing that Jenkins wanted to go over and check the corpse that was howling in a low voice, Mr. Black Cat hurriedly stopped him:

　　 "Don't get close to this thing. Normal people will almost certainly be affected within the spread range of the curse that he has. Fortunately, the spread range is very small, and we found that as long as he keeps his feet off the ground, the range can be further reduced."

　　 Talking, Mr. Black Cat points to the circle drawn with chalk on the ground:

　　 "This is the range we tested out. Never step into it."

　　 "How did you test it out?"

　　 Jenkins asked curiously, and Miss Magic walked past him to the window, opened a gap between the closed curtains with her fingers and looked downstairs, she was responsible for keeping the watch.

　　 "I accidentally tested it out."

　　 Mr. Hood gestured for Jenkins to look at his arm, to be precise, his right arm:

"My right side first entered the curse's range of influence. Fortunately, it was the right side. This arm was originally not a complete flesh-and-blood structure, so the impact was not too big. If I walked straight ahead, I am afraid it will become like this now. ."

Jenkins blinked his eyes, then put his hand on Mr. Hood's arm, and after frowning, he asked him to lift the sleeve up, and then saw that on this slightly black arm, some metal burrs replaced the hairs. , The arm itself exudes amazing heat.

　　Because the tulip flower seeds that were buried last time are still there, Jenkins still relies on that seed to convey his vitality:

　　 "Your arm itself is not well cultivated, this time it was hit again..."

　　 His eyes traversed Mr. Hood, and he made sure that he was not infected with the black aura like the corpse before continuing:

　　 "This injury is more troublesome than last time."

　　 He suddenly grabbed Mr. Hood's arm with his hand, and with a sudden force, black smoke appeared from the place where his palm touched the skin. Mr. Hood immediately groaned in pain. The other three people all looked over.

　　 "I'm fine."

　　 After a while, he said after the black smoke stopped coming out. But the way he frowned and gritted his teeth didn't seem to be all right:

　　 "I feel better. I have always felt that there is a small bug swimming in this arm, but now I just feel that the body of the bug is in the arm."

"It's the power of a curse, similar to the power of a deceit, but very weak. I suggest you go to the mechanic of the Church of Creation and Machinery last time to heal it. My seed buried in your arm will not last long. This time it’s worse."

　　 Jenkins released his hand and warned.

　　 "Well, I'll call my friend tomorrow. Mr. Candle, thank you very much this time."

　　 Mr. Hood said while carefully pulling down the sleeve.

　　 They were not without a clue about this inexplicable curse. In fact, when Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat broke into here, Luthor hadn't completely died. But because neither of them is a gifted person who is good at healing, this time just to ask for their own money, it is impossible to have a healing spell that Jenkins hasn't heard of yet. When the ceremony is too late to arrange, they can only watch. Luther died.

　　 Then, his corpse inexplicably merged with the steam engine in the corner.

"what did you say?"

　　 Jenkins thought he had misheard, and when the cat ears on his shoulder moved, he looked at Mr. Hood.

　　 "After he died completely, the corpse fell over there uncontrollably and fell on the steam engine in the corner."

　　 Mr. Black Cat points to the northwest corner of the room.

This hotel is a very high standard hotel located in the city center, and the house that Luther rents is the most expensive high-end room in the hotel. Therefore, it is not only large in size, but the hotel also has to be decorated with great care. The steam engine in the corner should be an ornament used to fill the space, which can be regarded as an antique.

　　 There is nothing there now, but a closer look can reveal traces of heavy objects once placed on the wooden floor.

"That is an old-fashioned Mark I two-valve steam engine, which is probably good enough to be placed in antique shops or exhibition halls. I don't want to describe what I saw a few hours ago. In short, the abrupt fusion of flesh and blood and steel machinery. Here we are. Mr. Hood wanted to check the situation, but unfortunately he noticed the curse. We took a lot of effort to restrain this thing. Fortunately, he didn't have much strength."

　　 Mr. Black Cat said, and the hung corpse spouted a hot white steam again.

　　 "Speaking of the fusion of corpses and machinery, have we seen similar situations before?"

　　 Jenkins asked again, and Mr. Hood nodded:

"I also thought about it. The last time I met you with Mr. White Cat at night, the textile machine we were chasing and the monster fused with flesh and blood seemed to be the same. But that time things were dominated by mechanical appearance. It is the human form as the dominant one. And the last time there was no curse spreading ability, when we chased it, we touched its body many times, but nothing happened."

　　 "If this is really a curse, does it mean that the curse has evolved?"

　　 Miss Yindi asked, now she controls the rope that binds the corpse. As a believer in [the **** of nobility and order], she possesses strange abilities and has no specific system like Jenkins.

　　 "It's possible. If you give me some time, my friends and I can study it in depth. Now many people have reached Nolan."

　　 said Miss Magic, looking at the corpse curiously, but Jenkins shook his head:

　　 "This matter should be handled by the church. If it is a curse made by man, that would be great. But if it is a natural curse, I am afraid it will be very troublesome."

　　 "You mean this is also one of the effects of the end of the world?"

　　 Miss Magic frowned and asked, and then asked and answered:

"It is indeed possible...Dead human corpses will spontaneously merge with machinery, and then spread this fusion form to more living people. If this curse cannot be cured, and the corpse's power and fusion machinery It’s about the intensity of the performance, so this is indeed very suitable for the doomsday performance of our time."

　　 Other people have also realized how terrible this is, especially the "factory ghost" that Mr. Hood and Mr. White Cat tracked down last time. There is no trace of the participation of the benefactor, which is obviously a natural phenomenon.

　　 And this time Luther's death mutation, if it is also a natural phenomenon, then it means that Miss Magic's speculation is correct. From this point of view, the political impact of Luther's death is not a major issue. Miss Magic finally asked Jenkins Williams instead of Jessica Windsor to deal with this matter, which is definitely the best choice.

　　 Luther and Mr. Hood’s acquaintance is actually very strange. According to Jenkins, this distant relative of the Middleton royal family is not very rich. Although it's not a downfall, it's impossible to live in a luxury hotel room of this standard.

　　 Not to mention doing business with Mr. Hood. Jenkins asked about the funds his two friends planned to invest, and was surprised by the number. It was clear that Luther could not participate in transactions of this level.

　　 There is no tulip producing area near Nolan, and the flowers that Jenkins put into the city are precious varieties he has "bred" for several generations. Even if you go outside to find it, it is difficult to hit the local market at once. The money of Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat may indeed be flooded, but what they need is a large dealer, not a foreign nobleman with a certain background like Luther.

　　 "He is very polite, and he explained his channels to us, and more importantly, he only needs us to pay a deposit of 3,000 pounds, so he didn't doubt him at the beginning."

　　 Mr. Black Cat said with a frown, he didn't expect that he would run into such an unlucky thing when he came back.

　　 "Did you find anything else?"

　　 "Some letters indicate that this person completely believes that he has no relationship with Fedictelli's throne, so he wants to get a vote and then returns to China, and never has any contact with Nolan. In addition, there is a diary."

　　 Miss Yindi threw the diary on the bed over, the pages clashed in the air, and was caught by Jenkins:

"This is a liar, he not only lied to Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat. This person has accomplices, and they want to get a vote, so they are eyeing Nolan’s tulip "grand event". I think it should be true. This person hid the diary and plan together in the safe over there."

　　 Jenkins squinted to see the safe box exploded from the side by a steam bomb, and nodded slightly.

　　 "Is there any accomplices?"

"Yes, this group is an organization of swindlers. They use Luthor's identity to obtain certain conveniences, dressing up merchants who have already cooperated with Luthor in the region, and farmers who have sources of goods. If not, there are very few believers who know the lies. In publicity, I would almost think that they are Miss Fabry's associates."

　　 Mr. Hood said, he didn't see Miss Magic holding back to prevent herself from laughing.

"Do you know where his companions are? If you know, this matter will be easy to handle. I figured out a way to push this person's death to his accomplices. My friends in the church can help, so they say they are donations. Absconding. Today the church has discovered new clues to the death of Takov. Luther is no longer a key figure. All churches will not notice you. The focus should be on curses...Speaking of which, you find your own Has the money gone?"

　　 Jenkins said that, Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat only remembered their original purpose. But long before Jenkins and Miss Magic arrived, several people searched the room thoroughly. They were not in the room except for three large 10-pound notes in their wallets and some coins in the pockets of the coats hanging on the chairs. Find even a penny.

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Chapter 1809 Chapter 1780

　　 "Look, in this way, maybe the murderer is really his companion."

　　 After listening to friends introduce Jenkins, he had an idea. He has already figured out how to report the incident to the church.

　　 I also wanted to ask a few people if they had tried psychic just now, but the lady at the window suddenly motioned for a few people to silence.

　　 "Someone is coming! Something is wrong, these people are not right."

　　 Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat immediately walked to the door, and Miss Yindi listened to the movement outside while manipulating the rope. Jenkins came to Miss Magic and looked down:

　　 "It's all ordinary people...it's not right."

　　Although it is almost late at night, there is no need to wear a heavy coat to go out in summer. Black can cover up their bloated figure very well, but for Jenkins, the darkness can't stop his observation.

　　 "It looks like our luck is coming."

　　 As he spoke, he walked towards the door, and stood on the left side of the wall with Mr. Hood. Signaled Miss Yindi to lead Luthor's body to the corner first, and then opened the door to a gap.

　　Sure enough, the three men who went upstairs went straight to the room, hesitated when they saw that the door was unlocked, and then pushed the door and walked in. The door creaked after they entered the room~ it closed, and then the corridor fell into silence again, and no sound came from behind the door.

　　 After interrogation, the three people are indeed Luther’s accomplices, indeed a group of liars. Mr. Luthor’s diary is full of truth, so Jenkins flipped back and saw that Luther had a conversation with a certain chef in the diary, which should also be true. But the two did not have any intersection, just chatting in the shopping street, so Tukov's "suicide" had nothing to do with him.

　　 As for Luther's death, the other three had no idea. They came late tonight in order to divide the stolen money at this stage and transfer it as soon as possible. The four scammers realized that some victims had discovered that something was wrong, so they did not intend to stay in Nolan.

　　The black coats worn by the three of them contained bundles of banknotes, which made them look overly bloated.

　　 "It's all the truth."

　　 After the interrogation, Jenkins nodded, then looked at the corpse suspiciously:

　　 "So how did he die...Speaking of which, have you seen the wound of the corpse?"

　　 After the corpse and the steam engine were fused, the wounds naturally disappeared, so I could only ask Mr. Hood and Mr. Black Cat who came here first.

　　 "Probably it was poisoned. We only saw him lying on the floor, his face turned blue and his whole body twitching, and then he died."

　　 "Did you throw anything out?"

　　 Miss Magic also asked.

　　 "I checked the carpet and didn't find it."

　　 Miss Yindi said regretfully.

　　 "That's weird, it can't be suicide, right?"

As Jenkins said, he piled the unconscious three people into the corner with Mr. Black Cat, then walked back to Mr. Luther in the air, looked at the screw rod pierced from the surface of the back of his hand, and looked in his outturned eyes. Spring coming out:

　　 "When it merges with the steam engine, do the clothes also merge?"

　　 "No, the clothes now are the original ones."

　　 Mr. Black Cat thought for a while and said.

　　 So Jenkins ventured to use seeds to grow vines, and at the cost of three vines that were completely infected by the curse, turned into metal tentacles and Luther's corpse, he obtained his coat.

　　 then wore glasses and swept the clothes with real eyes, and found a very faint black aura. If it hadn't been for Jenkins to almost stick his face to his clothes, he would never notice such a subtle light.

"what is this?"

　　The area with aura looks like a water stain. Of course, because Luthor's body was hot all over, that piece of clothing was already dry.

　　 Jenkins thought for a while, cut out that small piece of fabric, then found a water cup from the bathroom and soaked the piece of cloth in it. After waiting for a few minutes, he put his finger in the cup and dipped it, and twisted his thumb and index finger. There was a slight burning sensation that was not easily noticeable:

　　 "You can't even detect such a trace?"

　　 Miss Magic asked in surprise.

　　 "Of course I can't notice it, I just want to try it, because the really useful method is really disgusting."

　　 As he said, he put his sticky finger in his mouth. He snorted as if he was injured, then the corners of his mouth twitched, took a towel and wiped his hands, then said calmly:

　　 "Don't worry, it doesn't happen naturally. It's [Gear Germ]...At least this time it is [Gear Germ]."

　　 (Chocolate is running...)

　　 St. George Street’s early Thursday morning was as calm as before. On the smoky street, Mr. Goodman, who was about to go to work, was kissing his wife goodbye at his door. After bidding farewell to his family, he covered his mouth and coughed twice, then whispered a word of bad air quality. As I walked, I looked up at the neighbor’s house next door. At this time, the letters in the mailbox at the door of Jenkins’s house and the milk in the fence door had been taken away, but the house was still quiet, and the owner hadn’t gotten up yet.

　　 But because of chocolate, Jenkins has already gotten up. He and his family were sitting around the dining table for dinner. In the newspaper unfolded in his hands, the last time the proud Takov attended the meeting was on the front page of today.

　　Chocolate stood on the table with peace of mind, bowed his head and ate breakfast, claiming to lose weight so Hathaway ate very little. At this time, she propped her head with her hand and looked at Jenkins’ cat:

　　 "So, the church and Fedictelli didn't intend to expose that Tuckwen was suicidal?"

　　 she suddenly asked without a head,

　　 "Of course I don't intend, what good is it to expose this?"

　　 Jenkins’ voice came from behind the newspaper. He appeared lazy. He didn’t go home late last night, so he didn’t get enough sleep:

　　 "Now that I know that Tuckvin chose the second prince Brill Areciou who is currently staying in Nolan as his heir, then it is a better idea to directly threaten him and let Cheslan continue to participate in the Three Kings talks?"

　　 "Threat?"

　　 Britney's voice came from the direction of the stairs. She was yawning in her nightdress, and Julia, who was sitting on Jenkins's right hand, immediately got up and prepared a dinner plate for her.

　　 "Who are you threatening again?"

"It's not to threaten others, but the church has made up its mind not to let the war spread. I received a note from the church this morning. Fidiktelli and Hampavo will take the initiative to send troops to help Brill Arecio's recovery. 'Domestic rebellion, so he can safely participate in the talks in Nolan on behalf of the country and ignore domestic affairs."