Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 Moonlight shone on the mailbox next to the door, and Jenkins reached out from under the mailbox to twist out the metal piece stuck to the bottom. This is a simple warning spell, which belongs to the simplest form. It is placed here by Jenkins and will automatically change color when someone passes by.

　　 Now it has changed from brass to black, which means that someone has entered the yard.

　　 "A thief in the house?"

　　 Jenkins thought in surprise, this is the first time such a thing has happened. For safety, all sensitive things will be hidden before leaving the house, but generally speaking, only warning charms will be left, and dangerous trigger traps are found in the basement where things are hidden.

　　 Since the house has not exploded now, it means that the basement has not been stolen. The eyes can't see the aura that represents the giver, so it won't be an enemy. Therefore, except for thieves at this late hour, no one should visit here.

　　 "Oops, my eight thousand pounds~"

　　 He suddenly remembered the harvest that night, and he placed it next to the bookcase in the study because he calculated the bill the day before. He didn't even think about it anymore, and hurriedly opened the fence door and walked into the yard. He deliberately knocked the keys in front of the door, and it took a while to open the door.

　　 The room was completely dark, the gas lamp and the fireplace were not used, and the curtains were stretched so that the moonlight could not enter. He put the cat and the key in his hand on the shoe cabinet beside him, turned and closed the door, trying to walk inward to find the gas light switch. Suddenly the sound of the wind rang behind him, and the man shrinking in the corner of the hall opened a blood-gut knife and stabbed it.

　　锵~

　　 The solid wood cane collided with the metal knife, and the knife slipped out of his hand and inserted it into the door panel. The short figure immediately evaded to the side, but the owner of the cane seemed to see through the darkness and hit his knee with a stick.

　　 The sound of breaking through the air was immediately followed by the sound of broken bones, and Jenkins struck again with a stick, accurately hitting the shoulder of the opposite person. Hey, he kept sticking out, until the man behind the door lay motionless on the ground, then he turned around and turned on the gas lamp.

　　 The flame flickered from small to large, and it also illuminated half of Jenkins's profile. He also put down the wind-shielding hand, and turned to look at the person behind who had just been beaten on the ground by him.

　　 It was a short man who had never met before. He had messy yellow short hair, his face was full of pits, and there was a red bump on his nose, which looked very disgusting.

　　 He is wearing a dark coat, and there is a leather sheath with a knife hanging from his waist, and the knife is now on the door.

"I......"

　　 He was moaning/groaning because of pain, and he only felt that the man with a monocle standing in front of him was as scary as a demon. Jenkins opened his shirt with a cane, and saw that there was no gun attached to his waist, which made him relieved.

　　 "Chocolate, see if the things in the study are still there."

Chapter 744 Chapter 729

　　 Jenkins pointed his cane to the man’s throat while instructing chocolate to do business. The cat looked up at Jenkins’s face, then ran into the living room and disappeared into the hallway after a turn. It appeared again after ten seconds, and since it didn't call, it means that the box of money is still there.

　　 "Aren't you a thief?"

　　 Seeing that the man didn’t have a pocket to hide things, Jenkins turned his head and looked at the knife on the door:

　　 "So, you are... that midnight serial killer?"

　　 Mr. Hood mentioned this incident at the party, but because it was only a matter between ordinary people, Jenkins did not remember it very clearly.

　　 "I warn you not to move, otherwise I don't know what I will do."

　　 He threatened, and found a pile of old newspapers on the shoe cabinet that he planned to give to his maid Mrs. Mahathir tomorrow. Poor people always like to use such things to paste walls.

　　 He searched for the evening paper last week, and there was indeed a midnight serial homicide report on the front page of the headline.

　　 "Did you make this too?"

　　 He held the newspaper and shook it, the little man with a flushed nose still groaned/groaned, he wouldn't admit it if he wanted to. Jenkins's face changed, he raised his cane again and whipped the man's shoulder, and then regardless of his reaction, he smashed his wrist bone with one foot.

　　 St. George’s Street has always been very safe, although this may be due to a widow carrying a Cthulhu son, but this does not affect the reputation of this street. At night, patrol officers pass by here every hour, and most of the officers know that the famous writer lives here, so when he asked for help, the officers with kerosene lamps happily agreed with him. Together, he brought the criminal who broke through the door to Carfax Field.

　　The name of the Church of the Sages is still useful here. The inspector who received Jenkins, only asked what happened and allowed him to leave. The inspector promised to investigate the origin of this person as soon as possible and give Jenkins a perfect explanation.

　　 Early in the morning on Friday the next day, Jenkins saw the news in the morning paper. He didn't mention his name, just said that a murderer was captured on St. George Street.

　　 There are civilians deployed by the church in the Carfax field. They reported the affairs of Jenkins to the church last night, and the church notified the old man. So the old man asked Jenkins what happened early that morning, and after hearing that it was just between ordinary people, he didn't take it to heart.

　　 "That's right, it won't cause any major trouble anyway."

　　 About yesterday evening, the old man also told Jenkins to follow up. The A-12-2-6083, [the statue witnessed by the deceased], has been housed by the church behind the Gate of Vientiane. The identity of the man who died as a result of the theft was also found out.

　　 There is no conspiracy in this, he is just a bankrupt small shop owner, because of evil thoughts in his heart, a difference in thought led to his death.

　　 "The man's name is Gelt, and he has a wife and three children in his family. The youngest child is only 4 years old."

　　 Dad told Jenkins.

　　 "So, shall we give them a sum of money? Even though Gelt has paid for his actions, the family is innocent."

　　 Jenkins thought for a while before speaking.

　　 "I think so too, and we also have the responsibility to take care of the disadvantage."

　　 said, he took out a small paper bag from under the counter:

　　 "There is thirty pounds in it, you can add some more, and deliver it at noon."

　　 This is a considerable amount. You must know that Alexia is now Miss Stuart’s tutor, and the nominal annual salary is converted to the national currency, which is roughly the same. This is still because of the generosity of the Stuart royal family. You must know that ordinary novice tutors may earn less than 10 pounds a year.

　　 (Note: including food and accommodation, bear part of the cost of carriage and clothing)

　　 "I understand, let's make up 50 pounds. The only thing we can help is this."

　　 As he said, Jenkins took out some change from his pocket and put it in the paper bag. The father handily wrote the address of Gelt's house on the slip of paper and handed it to Jenkins.

"Ok?"

　　 Jenkins raised his eyebrows.

"Any questions?"

　　 Dad looked at the address in confusion again, and made sure that it was correct.

　　 "No, no, no, no problem, sir."

　　 Jenkins covered up his surprise and said, because Galt was actually Mr. Barnard’s neighbor.

　　 After finishing his morning study and work, he set off with chocolate. He had been to that street on the night of his first godhood, so he could tell the specific location when he got on the carriage.

　　 The carriage crossed the city and put him at the entrance of the block, Jenkins walked towards the goal. He thought for a while, walked into the alley and called out the black robe, changing into a new image. It is also a young man of the same age, but his face and hair color have changed a lot, but he still looks handsome.

　　 This street is a residential area, and there are few strangers coming, but probably because of the help of the handsome face, the residents here do not suspect that this is a malicious thief.

　　 The Galt family lives in the middle of the street. When Jenkins walked by, a middle-aged woman was cleaning the snow in the yard with a child on her back. The eldest child in the family is eighteen years old and should be working now. As for the youngest daughter, who is twelve years old, she probably stays in the house to prepare lunch.

　　 glanced to the side, the door of Barnard's house was closed tightly, and he didn't know if anyone was at home.

　　 "Hello, take the liberty to interrupt, are you Mrs. Gelt?"

　　 He stood outside the fence and asked the woman who was working. The woman raised her head blankly. He didn't expect anyone to visit at this time.

　　 "Yes, hello."

　　 She was sure that she had never seen the young man in front of her.

　　 "Finally found it, it's really not easy. Is Mr. Gelt at home?"

　　 Jenkins asked again, and then realized that the question was a bit bad.

　　 Sure enough, when the woman heard this, her face immediately became sad. Calculating from time, she was probably called to recognize the corpse last night, and she still hasn't recovered.

　　 "Sorry, sorry."

　　 The young man said hurriedly, and then took out the little paper bag from his pocket:

　　 "Since Mr. Gelt is not here, it is indeed the address he left, so leave this thing to you."

　　 passed the paper bag across the fence and handed it to the woman's hand:

"A year ago, my boss had a deal with Mr. Gelt. At that time, something happened at home. The boss left Nolan in a hurry, but the balance was not settled. This time I came to send the balance, which also contains part of it. interest."

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Episode 745

　　 Mrs. Gelt looked at Jenkins suspiciously, and then squeezed the paper bag with her hand. She could feel the thickness of the paper money inside. If the other party did not deliberately made a joke of a pile of penny bills, then the amount of money in this bag is really amazing.

　　 She wanted to call the young man to ask more questions, but when he looked up, the man was already far away. When Mrs. Gelt walked out of the fence and walked out into the street, the man could not be seen at all just now, as if he had never appeared before.

　　 She held the money in her hand tightly, knowing that this was all the hope for this broken home in the future. Although the husband made the family bankrupt because he was addicted to that kind of expensive tobacco, the family always had to survive.

　　 Thinking of her deceased husband, she couldn't help crying again. When she lowered her head and wiped her eyes and walked home, she didn't notice the middle-aged man who passed by. In fact, she was the young man just now.

　　 Jenkins walked back again, but this time for Barnard's house. He doesn't have any reason to connect with this family now, but still can't help but want to walk over and take a look.

　　 It has been half a year since Mr. Barnard's death, and the speed of time passing surprised Jenkins. He still clearly remembered that night, the admirable gentleman, even after his death, he would venture into his dream for his family. This is probably the power of mortals, and Jenkins admires such people very much.

　　 He planned to leave after standing just one stop outside the house, but unexpectedly found a house resale notice posted next to the mailbox. Surprised and worried that Mrs. Barnard was short of money, she took the risk and rang the bell.

　　 There are people in the house, indeed the middle-aged woman. After Jenkins briefly explained his intention to buy a house in a lame local dialect, he asked roundly:

"Hello, in fact, I am very curious. Is there any problem with this house? Why are you so anxious to sell it? I noticed that the paper over there says that the last date left by the house agent is the middle of next month. Is there anything wrong with this house?"

　　The middle-aged woman has a sad face, but at least she is better than the woman next door who has just lost her husband:

"No, sir, it’s just that I’m leaving this city. You see, there are three children around me to take care of. Even if I hire a maid, it’s still inconvenient. My father and mother in the country are willing to take me home. Selling here in such a hurry."

　　 Half a year has slightly eased the sadness of her husband's death, and half a year is enough to add a few wrinkles and white hair to her.

　　 After learning that it was not as bad as he thought, Jenkins found an excuse to leave. Don't have anything to do with them now, this is good for the Barnard family. Past experience tells Jenkins that people or things that have a relationship with him will get in more trouble.

　　 I thought that the matter was resolved in this way, and Jenkins also focused on Luen's direction. Every evening, he would go there and walk in the snow with his friends. This is the real vacation time.

　　 But things are always not as simple as Jenkins imagined. On Saturday afternoon, he yawned and touched the chocolates, regretting staying too late in Luen last night.

When 　　 was going to sleep in a daze, the door of the store was suddenly opened.

　　 The daddy and chocolate, who are also sleepy because the room is too comfortable, were shocked just like Jenkins. He raised his head to see a little boy coming in.

　　 This is my father's eyeliner on the street. He usually helps the antique shop to listen to the news of his colleagues or send letters. A few days ago, he even helped them stare at the train all morning. Of course, the old man will never treat them badly.

　　 "Sir, your letter!"

　　 The boy took out the envelope from the patched cotton-padded jacket and put it on his tiptoe on the counter, then greeted Jenkins loudly, and then left after taking the coin from his hand.

　　 "I was really scared just now. I dreamed of a fire at home and the chocolate was gone a second ago..."

　　 Jenkins lay down on the counter again, soothed the cat, and then talked about his dreams. The old man raised his hand and motioned for him to stop for a while. He had already opened the envelope and frowned tightly:

　　 "The Galt family is dead, in the cemetery."

　　 The tone was serious, and Jenkins even heard the anger.

　　 "Who did you say...huh?"

　　 He was taken aback for a while before he realized who the old man was talking about, "How come?"

　　 Jenkins couldn't believe the news: "You mean, Mrs. Gelt and her children..."

　　 "Yes, in the cemetery in the east of the city. This is something that happened in the morning, and the police are probably still investigating. Are you going to be okay in the afternoon? If it's okay, go and see with me."

"nothing."

　　 Jenkins said immediately, turned and walked out of the counter, took the coat from the hanger and handed it to Dad. While the old man was dealing with the fireplace, he quickly changed into his clothes, put his black hat on his head, picked up the chocolate, and followed him behind him to leave.

　　 "Please wait a minute."

　　 He turned around and walked back to the counter, and picked up his cane:

　　 "Okay, that's it."

　　 There are many cemeteries around Nolan City, which is also related to the huge population of the city. If private cemeteries like the Augustus family cemetery are excluded, the remaining public cemeteries are mostly concentrated near the hills in the northeastern part of the city.

　　 For example, Fini’s relatives, the grandparents of the three Jenkins brothers, are buried there.

　　 Jenkins and Dad rode in a carriage, starting from the Fifth Queens Avenue near the wharf in the west of the city, and traversing the entire city before reaching the cemetery. Today seems to be a holiday that Jenkins has forgotten. There are a lot of pedestrians on the street. It took them three full hours to reach their destination, when the sun had even appeared on the horizon.

　　Chocolate slept in the carriage, and only woke up sensitively after the carriage stopped. It climbed on Jenkins' shoulders and followed the man into the cemetery.

　　 The humidity in the cemetery was extremely heavy in the evening, and the fog was the same. Visibility dropped rapidly after entering the park, and the mist condensed from water vapor in the air mixed with the turbid air, filled with a strange smell.

　　 Jenkins is very suspicious that a new steam plant has been opened nearby, otherwise it would become so unreasonable.

He followed the old man, walked along the stone road for ten minutes, turned into a small path among the tombstones, and then continued to go deep, so that he could see a group of people around somewhere from a distance. Few are wearing police officer uniforms.

　　 Through the gap in the crowd, Old Jenkins saw the cruel scene.

Chapter 746 Chapter 731 Revival of the Undead

"is it here?"