Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "I don't know. This is the second question."

　　 "How to quickly identify people infected with [gear germ]?"

　　 "I don't know. This is the third question."

　　 "During the years of your life, what happened in the year when [Gear Germ] first broke out?"

　　 "This question is very broad...The biggest incident is the [Creation and Machine] church internal strife, and a 7th-level gifted person carries three gifts and apostasy. This is the fourth question."

　　 Dad and Jenkins looked at each other at the same time. Could it be related to this?

　　 "Which three?"

　　 "I only know one piece. If you want to know the answer, you have to pay for five more answers."

"Say."

　　 Dad didn't blink his eyes.

　　 "C-08-2-2218, the stopped clock."

　　 "The role?"

　　 "I don't know. Thank you for 10 questions, 500 pounds, please pay outside, only cash."

　　 Dad did not speak for a long time, squinted his eyes for unknown reasons, and then looked at Jenkins:

　　 "Do you have any questions?"

　　 "Huh? Oh, me, no more."

　　 The old man nodded and walked out with Jenkins.

　　 Seeing that the door disappeared like it was erased by an eraser, Jenkins let out a sigh of relief. The space just now gave him an uncomfortable feeling, as if he were standing in a cemetery.

　　 "So expensive? 50 pounds for a question?"

　　 In the dim mine tunnel, his first concern was this.

　　 "It's worth the price. He does know a lot of things, and sometimes I will spend money to let him identify some items. If it weren't for fear that he would take the initiative to blow out the candle and commit suicide, I would have reported this person's affairs to the church."

　　 Although he said he didn't care, the old man was also dissatisfied with the wronged money.

　　 "Father, this is in someone else's territory."

Chapter 175 Chapter 171 Street Murder

　　 Jenkins reminded him in a low voice, and deliberately slammed his boots on the ground to cover the sound from spreading out.

　　 "Huh~"

　　 The old man hummed and showed Jenkins what he was holding. It was a piece of silver with tiny runes, which was known as the Silent Charm by Jenkins.

　　 "You are still too young and inexperienced."

"Yes Yes Yes."

　　In the process of leaving [Mr. Ink Club], the old man kept silent and didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't come back to his senses until the two turned from the entrance of the alley to a road.

　　 "Sorry, I thought of something just now, but I didn't expect to come this time, I can really ask something."

　　 The two walked side by side, Jenkins's raised collar covered his mouth, and then asked in a low voice.

　　 "Does the information just now have any value?"

　　 "The first outbreak of gear germs was much earlier than the one mentioned by Bides, but since that time, the spread of germs became more convenient. In the past, it could only be spread by blood."

　　 Seeing a woman walking in a hurry, the two immediately stopped talking and waited for the person to go away before continuing the conversation.

"The church suspected a long time ago that the defection of the gifters of [Creation and Machinery] was the key factor in this change. But the people in the [Creation and Machinery] church refused to explain what happened at the time, and I also knew that. It turns out that the defector took away three [gifts]. This is a terrible loss, no wonder it will be concealed. Unexpectedly, Bides knew these things..."

　　 The early morning of Sunday was still shrouded in thin smoke, the city was recovering, and the number of pedestrians and carriages on the road gradually increased. Along with the two of them, there was a thin young man with a haggard face. He was walking and sniffing his nose, looking uncomfortable. There is some distance between the three, so there is no need to worry about the conversation being heard.

　　 "So, do you know C-08-2-2218? It's the clock."

　　 "I have never heard that the Church of the Twelve Orthodox Gods will share the information of the tricks according to the agreement, and the [extraordinary] information is partially shared, but the [gift] is always confidential."

　　 The old man replied absently, not looking at Jenkins, but at a man standing in the corner ahead.

　　 He wore a common black top hat, a somewhat dirty brown coat, and his back leaned against the wall, as if he was doing nothing. Compared with this, his pair of leather shoes stained with mud spots are more attractive.

　　 A man should be just over thirty years old, but his temperament is inexplicably vicissitudes of life. He glanced at Jenkins and put his lowered right hand in his arms.

　　 Jenkins stopped subconsciously, and his father who was walking side by side also stopped.

"that person......"

　　 He said uncertainly, and then unexpectedly discovered that the man's gaze was not looking at him, but the thin, haggard man who continued to walk forward.

　　 "I didn't come to us."

　　 Daddy whispered, then frowned: "No!"

　　 It was too late to say this, and the man leaning against the wall put his hand in his arms. When the young man walked by, his left hand unexpectedly pressed his back, while his right hand took out a dagger and pierced it directly into the young man's stomach.

　　 "Ah~"

　　 The lady passing by in the carriage happened to see this scene, and the screams added a touch of worry to Nolan City's calm Sunday morning.

　　 Due to the appearance of the pirate king-destroyer Fermischau a few days ago, the dock area has become the focus of the patrol guard. Not long after the murder happened on the street, the whole street was blocked. Jenkins and Daddy didn't have time to leave, so they were invited to the police station because they were one of the few people who had seen the whole process of the murder.

　　 But luck is very good, or the old man has a lot of face. The two were fully prepared because they were worried about going out together, and they had a lot of genuine contraband, such as guns.

　　 But the Sheriff Black who was in charge of the case smiled and greeted the old man:

　　 "Mr. Oliver, I didn't expect to see you here."

　　 This is a chubby middle-aged man with a beard. He is wearing a police uniform. You can tell from the three stars on his shoulders that his police rank should be Superintendent, but the old man calls him the Sheriff.

　　 There are actually two police stations in Nolan City, which are parallel to each other. This is determined by the special location of Nolan City. Among them, Stilwell Street in the dock area is called Stilwell Field. It is responsible for cases that occurred in the dock area and passing ships, and sometimes cooperates with naval operations. The police station located in the downtown area of ​​Nolan City is called Carfax Field by the citizens. It is the city police station in the traditional sense and is responsible for all cases in the entire Nolan City area except for the dock area.

　　 This street murder took place in the Docklands, so Jenkins and Dad are now on Stilwell Street, and Sheriff Black is obviously an acquaintance of Dad.

　　 "Black, long time no see."

　　 The old man nodded, his attitude was lukewarm, "What's going on? Premeditated murder?"

　　 He directly asked about the case, which surprised Jenkins sitting on one of the benches, but Sheriff Black didn't mind explaining it even though his colleagues were on the side of the office.

"In a very simple case, the perpetrator was Mr. Andrew, who lives on Rudy Avenue in Sabine District. He listened to others a few days ago and spent a lot of money, about 100 pounds, to buy a commemorative coin that is said to be very valuable. But after the goods arrived, it was discovered that the big merchant who had promised to buy was missing, and the seller was also missing, so..."

　　 He shrugged and signaled that things were just like everyone thought.

　　 "Where is the victim?"

　　 asked the old man again. Mr. Sheriff did not answer immediately. Instead, he grabbed a young police officer passing by, asked him to bring some information to him, and then continued:

"The victim was the introducer at the time, Robert Kumbu. After Mr. Andrew found out that his investment had failed, he came to us to report the case, but this case can only be judged as the failure of Mr. Andrew's own investment based on the existing evidence. We sympathize with him. , But the crime of fraud cannot be convicted. What you see is the information when he first came to the police. We did not expect that Mr. Andrew would be so impulsive and directly attacked Kumbu."

　　 The old man nodded, briefly flipped through the file in his hand, and handed it to Jenkins. Jenkins saw Sheriff Blake raise his eyebrows, but he didn't object, so he turned his eyes.

　　 "Is the kelp dead?"

　　 Dad asked again.

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　　 "No, the knife didn't hurt the internal organs. We have sent him to the hospital. This person is lucky. He has just enough money to see a doctor. The consultation fee at Nolan Fifth Public Hospital is not cheap."

　　 Jenkins and Dad were allowed to leave after only being asked a few questions. No one searched their bodies, and no one wanted to know why they were there early in the morning.

　　 "Daddy also has a way in the police station? Oh, yes, you are a consultant."

　　 pushed open the door of the store, turned the cardboard at the door to the "in business" side, Jenkins asked.

"You will never guess how powerful the old man is. Also, it is not surprising that there are also members of the Orthodox Church in the police department. Today's luck is not bad. We went out together, but we only met a little relationship. In the murder case, we were too nervous to bring so many things out. Hurry up and go to the back warehouse with me and put the goods shipped yesterday. I have a hunch that we will definitely be able to make a big business today! "

　　 Daddy walked toward the back happily, but Jenkins thought of something.

　　 Earlier this week, he cursed the two people who tried to defraud in the antique shop with [Curse of Disease]. Although the curse was destroyed in just one night, the two cursed should be troubled by the flu for a while.

　　 Robt Kumbu who was attacked just now is obviously not the two he has met, because the size and appearance are very different, and the three are ordinary people. But they are all scammers and all have the flu. Is this a coincidence?

　　 The more I thought about it, the more worried I was. Jenkins decided to make sure.

　　 Dad's guess about luck unexpectedly came true. The batch of antiques he bought from the Shikali Kingdom 300 years ago actually met a big buyer. The buyer was an old man dressed as a housekeeper with a white wig on his bald head.

　　His owner, Viscount Augustus, needed a batch of antiques to decorate his manor, so he bought all the new goods imported by the old man in one go.

　　 This is the biggest deal Jenkins has seen since he became an apprentice in an antique shop. Mr. Butler is extraordinary, and his method of negotiating prices is also extraordinary.

　　 But even if he took off the white gloves and spent the whole morning talking with his father, he still bought the goods at a price that was more than twice the purchase price.

　　 Based on Jenkins's understanding of the industry, the normal transaction price of this batch of goods is almost the same. This is really an extremely profitable industry.

　　 In the evening, after finishing the day's work, Jenkins first went home to soothe the grumpy cat, and then took it to Stilwell Field. The police officer also knew Jenkins and led him to Sheriff Black soon. After hearing about Jenkins's intentions, the sheriff did not deliberately embarrass him, and told him the hospital address of Robert Kumbu, the victim of the attack.

　　 Of course, this was because Jenkins "accidentally" picked up the 5 pound note dropped on the ground by Sheriff Black, which was definitely not a bribe.

　　 Familiar Nolan City’s Fifth Public Hospital, the evil spirit incident did not have a great impact here, and even the female body that was found was not known to the public.

　　 easily found the ward shared by five people. Khumbu, who was still in a coma, was guarded by a new police officer and two auxiliary policemen. Because the murder happened at a densely crowded intersection, this incident will certainly appear in the "Nolan Daily" the next day, so Stilwell Field will not allow this person to have a problem at this time.

　　Since the target is still in a coma, Jenkins didn't ask for trouble to talk to the three policemen. He waited at the door of the ward for a while, stopped a passing doctor, and was allowed to view the hospital record for 3 shillings.

　　 There is only the name and illness of the injured person on it, and there is no record of colds or the like. But that's okay. The most indispensable thing in the hospital is a doctor, and Jenkins is still rich.

　　 It took a lot of effort, and finally confirmed that Stilwell Kumbu’s current symptom is a cold. But his illness appeared three weeks ago, and Jenkins found the doctor who diagnosed him at the time. After the bloodletting and herbal treatments were ineffective, Khumbu never came to the hospital, but the record was kept.

　　 "The time is not right, so I am really nervous."

　　 walked out of the hospital and shook his head slightly, Jenkins finally relieved. This time, he conducted the investigation in his own true colors, because there was nothing worth concealing from the beginning to the end of this matter.

　　 After Kumbu wakes up, Sheriff Black will interrogate him again, and then you can find out if he has any accomplices. Although these scammers are just ordinary people, Jenkins has not forgotten that some of the cultists who believe in [Prince of Lies] remain in this city.

　　 Be cautious, be cautious.

　　 Things changed the next day. Jenkins was appointed by his father to **** the antiques purchased by Baron Augustus yesterday to his manor in the suburbs and collect the balance by the way. The antiques were put in two big boxes by the old man, and it took a lot of work to load them into the carriage.

The church’s follow-up treatment of the demon incident is still in progress. They discovered a special item numbered B-06-5-7340, named the brave gladiator, which had flowed into the small town through the black market about two months ago. Wellington's hands. But in the current search, no trace of this item was found. My father said that he should not go to the black market this week. Because of this, the illegal gifters who are worried about getting into trouble should be more cautious in the near future.

The coachman hired by 　　 looked a little unhappy. When he helped transport the box onto the wagon, he knew the weight of the thing. Because of this work trip, I am afraid that my horse will be exhausted.

　　 The driver's dissatisfaction is only directed at the old man, he is still happy to chat with Jenkins. Because they knew some text, the content of the two people's chat was the newspaper news this morning, so it was logical to talk about the murder last night.

　　 "I heard that the situation at the time was very bloody, and the whole street was full of blood."

　　 The coachman said in an exaggerated tone, "The newspaper said that the victim just injured his skin. It must be fake."

　　 "Oh, is that so?"

　　 If it hadn't been for seeing the process of the murder with my father yesterday, Jenkins might really believe the driver. But he was not willing to explain too much. It was not a lucky thing to encounter a murder.

"It seems that the reason for the crime is not mentioned in the newspaper, but those who can commit crimes in the street are certainly not good citizens. Sir, a lot of things have happened to Nolan in the past six months. Fortunately, gentlemen from the police station. I think this is not a serial homicide, but just a case."

Chapter 177 Chapter 173 Augustus

　　 "Yes, but there seem to be reports of serial murders in other parts of the kingdom. These are too far away from us."

　　 Jenkins agrees with the idea of ​​the coachman very much. There have been tricks, evil gods, cultists, and traversers in Nolan City, and there is no need for midnight murderers to blend in.

"I heard that the victim who lived in the hospital disappeared yesterday evening, and he didn't even pay the consultation fee. The policemen in charge of the guards were out of luck. Ha, I don't believe he would slip away by himself. After all, he suffered. Such a serious injury..."

　　 The coachman said while pulling the reins to slow the horse.

　　 "Wait, who did you just say is missing?"

　　 Jenkins read the newspaper reports about the murder many times today, and he was sure he hadn’t seen those news.

　　 "It is the victim of the street homicide reported in the newspaper."

The coachman looked back and gave Jenkins a strange look, seeming to be curious about his surprise, "The policemen were sitting in my carriage when they returned to the police station this morning. They have been arguing. I mean, I'm not eavesdropping, theirs. The sound is too loud..."

　　 The matter of these ordinary people scammers had nothing to do with Jenkins. He went to investigate yesterday only because of curiosity. I thought it was just a coincidence, but the disappearance of Robert Kumbu increased Jenkins's suspicion of this matter.

　　 In his mind, he was thinking about the things that happened around him recently, and finally thought that he would be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years. This is a good thing that needs to be investigated.