The Master of the Strange Realm

"Thirteen past six in the afternoon!"

"your age!"

"1298 years old!"

"The number of dreams you invaded tonight!"

"Five."

...

Jenkins asked dozens of questions in succession, and the dream demon had answered these questions more than once before, so he answered them almost without thinking. He planned to use an ancient and primitive method. Although the principle was simple, it might work.

"Why were you caught by me?"

"Your soul is incredibly powerful!"

"The name of the human who signed a contract with you."

"K...ah~"

It answered the question subconsciously, but after only uttering one syllable, it was enveloped in black flames, and its screams even gave signs of collapse in the dreamland. Jenkins immediately grabbed the burning thing with his bare hands, and then quickly took it out of the dream.

This approach successfully got rid of the entanglement of the black flame, but it also made the dream demon refuse to have any communication with Jenkins from now on. It silently crawled back into the cup through the hole in the ice, and did not make any response despite Jenkins' threats.

Seeing this, at Hathaway's request, Jenkins refrozen the bowl and handed it over to her.

"Although it has no use anymore, you must be careful not to let it out. It knows that we are the givers."

Jenkins reminded.

"I know."

The girl answered with her head lowered while holding the bowl, and Jenkins heard a hint of danger in these words.

The "K" sound produced by the dream demon must refer to the name of the person who made the contract with it, but there are many men in this villa who meet this condition. Even Jenkins couldn't guarantee that he heard it correctly. After all, the syllable was only pronounced part way before it was interrupted by the backlash of the contract, and there was a syllable with a similar pronunciation to "K".

After discussing with Hathaway for a long time, he returned to his room. The cat on the bedside was still asleep. When he saw Jenkins coming back, he stood up and greeted him. Jenkins raised his hand to scratch its chin, but the cat avoided it in disgust.

"Do I have a weird smell on my hands?"

He shook his head and asked, raising his hand to his nose and sniffing lightly, his brows subconsciously wrinkled:

"Smell of sulfur..."

Chapter 692 Chapter 680 Suspect

When he opened his eyes again, it was already seven o'clock on Sunday morning, and Jenkins felt that he was in good spirits. I got out of bed and opened the curtains. There was a silver world outside, but the snow had stopped.

"very good!"

It seems that the events of the past few days have wiped out all the bad luck, and this morning is not the only good thing. After discovering that the snow had stopped, the housekeeper immediately arranged for two servants to take a long way out of the villa and go to find rescuers outside the mountain. Meanwhile, the entire night yesterday was uneventful, leading people to believe that as long as everyone was together, the murderer could no longer hurt anyone.

With this thought in mind, the travelers gathered in the lounge on the first floor of the villa all day long. Except for Jenkins who continued to search for the secret passage with the butler, they didn't even go anywhere else outside of mealtimes.

Hathaway sat in the softest chair in front of the fireplace. She looked tired. Miss Michael sat beside her holding a book, a collection of poems that she had borrowed from the library of the Villa.

"You seemed to have gone out last night? I woke up in the middle of the night, probably around three o'clock, and found that you were missing."

The blonde asked pretending not to care.

Hathaway smiled: "I probably went to the kitchen to serve tea. I was a little thirsty at the time. I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up."

"With Jenkins? I heard his voice in the hallway."

"Yes, it's silly to be alone at night after all. When I went out, Chocolate heard my footsteps, and it woke Jenkins up, so we both went downstairs together. Is that right, Chocolate?" "

The red-haired woman asked the cat lying on the carpet, but Chocolate ignored her. It has no responsibility to prove the lie to anyone but Jenkins.

This time Chocolate stayed on its own initiative because it found following Jenkins boring. On the contrary, staying with the girls can not only enjoy the warm fireplace, but also get some snacks from time to time, but you have to always worry about whether the man will be in danger.

"Meow~"

Thinking of this, it felt melancholy again, and ignored the "intrigue" of the two human women behind it. It looked sickly at the flames in the fireplace, regretting not following Jenkins out of here.

"Jenkins is really a reliable person."

Miss Michael praised.

"Yes, there is something wrong with the way we make friends."

Speaking of this, Hathaway remembered that before everyone left Nolan, the New God appeared again and defeated the vampire alien. Jenkins' friends were definitely involved, and there was nothing she could do to persuade him to leave the group.

"Speaking of making friends, this morning, Jenkins suddenly asked me if Garcia was a friend of the little Wellington who was arrested in the autumn. You must not have forgotten him, that despicable kidnapper."

"Little Wellington?"

Hathaway knew that beneath that human body was a powerful demon. But she didn’t know why Jenkins would ask such a question, and then she remembered what happened last night, so she said:

"Jenkins always has some weird ideas, and that's normal. Oh, Bryony, I remember Alan Garcia's middle name is Goodbye, right?"

"Yes, but [Goodbye] is just the middle name he recognizes, not his real name. The real middle name is [Koke], but Garcia thinks it is too common, so he doesn't mention it to his friends. This name."

"Cork?"

The first letter is pronounced K, which surprised Hathaway. She turned to look at the young man who was chatting animatedly with Miss Rick, but she couldn't tell that he had any evil intentions.

"What are you thinking about?"

Mademoiselle Michael saw that she was deeply troubled.

"Nothing, I was wondering if Jenkins could find the murderer. In fact, he didn't need to do this at all. The servants have already set off, and everything will come to light when the police arrive."

"Yes, you're absolutely right."

Miss Mihail reluctantly forced herself to laugh. She knew very well that the meeting between the two of them late last night was definitely not going to the kitchen to serve tea together, because they were away for too long.

Of course she didn't want to doubt her lover and her friends, but ever since her father made that choice, she had been suspicious.

"Bryony, you're crazy."

She groaned in her heart, looking down at the carpet. The cat noticed the eyes falling on him and turned his head, then lazily turned his head back. Stupid human women being upset for stupid reasons that have nothing to do with it.

Miss Mihail thought of the rose-colored dream last night again. That dream made her understand that there might really be something wrong with her mental state, otherwise the three of them... She planned to find them after returning to Nolan this time. Consult a psychiatrist.

Maybe it was the recent anxiety and the extreme fear of the past few days that caused all this, but she desperately wanted to forget that embarrassing dream. Because, in the few seconds she woke up, she really thought that was the best ending she could have.

Jenkins came back during lunch and told everyone the good news. Mr. Butler and him discovered a secret passage sealed with stone bricks behind the cabinet in the utility room on the first floor. When they put their hands in front of the wall, they could actually feel the wind in the secret passage.

It is self-evident what this means. They are already preparing to gather people to open the wall and take a look behind it.

The only mission of Hathaway and others is to stay here with the servants and wait for good news from the expedition team.

After lunch, snow began to fall intermittently in the sky again. But the snow flakes are very small and not dense. This is the normal snow day in the mountain village in winter. At this time in previous years, people who travel would like to take advantage of such weather to go out and play, but this year it may not be possible.

"Hathaway, do you remember the non-freezing hot spring nearby?"

"of course I remember."

Hathaway smiled, remembering what happened between the two of them there last year. But that spring is not simple. During the soaking period, the absorption of spirits can be increased.

If it weren't for the lack of gold pounds in hand, Hathaway would even want to buy the villa. Although it is not yet known what caused such a magical change in the spring, it is worth buying it even if it costs six figures in gold pounds.

"I seem to have forgotten to tell Jenkins about this."

She sighed in her heart, I'm afraid she won't be able to enjoy that hot spring this year.

"Meow~"

Chocolate hates bathing and certainly doesn't like hot springs, but it is quite curious about the thing that flashed through Hathaway's mind. That hot spring has nothing to do with the dangerous thing below the villa that Jenkins has not yet discovered, so it might be...

The cat swallowed a sip of saliva, calculated Jenkins' travel time and the weather in the next few days, and planned to lure Jenkins to take a look there before leaving here.

Chapter 693 Chapter 681 The Second Prisoner

"Do you think Mr. Williamt can find the murderer again?"

Miss Lawrence walked to the fire and joined the conversation, tea-tray in hand. Rejecting Hathaway and Miss Michael's attempts to get up to help, he placed the things on the small table in front of them before sitting down.

She looked down and saw Chocolate tapping a piece of metal with its claws. The outer surface of that boxy silver metal was covered with lines like tree root protrusions and leaf veins. This is really a beautiful work of art. Even though Miss Lawrence did not see the function of this thing, she was deeply intoxicated by it.

"This is what Jenkins used to sharpen Chocolate's claws."

Miss Mihail explained that she actually had no idea why such a small cat would use metal to sharpen its claws, but Jenkins' words sounded very reasonable, so she didn't think about it.

"In my opinion, it would be better for Jenkins not to encounter that criminal, who knows if he is armed or not?"

Miss Michael took a pessimistic view of the matter.

"You don't have to worry about that."

Miss Lawrence leaned forward and approached the two of them mysteriously, "When Mr. Williamt rescued me from the snow that day, he had a pistol in his hand. That was because the church didn't trust his safety and specially asked him to carry it with him. Yes, I heard it’s a new model made by the [Church of Creation and Mechanics].”

"But wouldn't it be more dangerous if both sides had guns?"

Miss Michael was still worried. She stretched out her hand to pick up a piece of snack on the plate, but did not put it into her mouth immediately. Instead, she just put it in front of her to check:

"Perhaps the best outcome is that Jenkins finds nothing, and the police can arrive as soon as possible. The servants set out in the morning, and Mr. Butler said that they can get around to the outside of the mountain as early as tomorrow evening."

"Tomorrow evening~"

There was unspeakable worry in Hathaway's tone. As an extraordinary person, her inspiration was quite powerful. Since she set foot on this land, she has always had a vague sense of crisis intermittently, but she can't find the source. This is like an illusion, but it is also like a warning of inspiration. Even if I encounter a strange situation, this feeling does not disappear and becomes stronger and stronger as time goes by.

She also very much hopes that a group of people can leave here quickly.

The three girls chatted in front of the fireplace, while Miss Ricker and Garcia lingered by the bookshelves on the other side of the lounge. The two people now do not hide their relationship with each other. It seems that Xuelin's death that night deepened their relationship.

For this, Miss Mihail and the other two people can only wish. But as far as they know, there is a slight hatred between the two families. Although it will not cause a fight between the two families, it will definitely affect the union between young men and women.

Bang~

While he was talking, he suddenly heard a loud noise from upstairs.

Hathaway was stunned and immediately realized that it was a gunshot. She subconsciously wanted to run away, but then she thought that her current task was to protect Miss Mihail.

Everyone in the room stood up and looked up in the direction of the sound. Before anyone could react, another gunshot was heard. Hathaway, who is sensitive to sound, can tell that the two sounds before and after are coming from different firearms.

"Don't go out now, stay calm!"

As the only living male in the tour group besides Jenkins, Garcia must shoulder the responsibility of protecting everyone at this moment.

He quickly walked to the fireplace and picked up the poker nearby. He walked to the door with the frightened servants, opened a crack and looked out. There was no one in the corridor.

There was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground overhead, followed by two more gunshots, and the housekeeper's angry curses could be heard on the first floor.

There was silence upstairs for a few minutes, and everyone in the lounge listened with bated breath. But not long after, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"who is it?"

Garcia himself noticed the trembling in his voice.

"It's me, Jenkins Willamette. It's okay, you can come out."

His tone revealed exhaustion, because the person they discovered unexpectedly just now was not the expected benefactor, but a very old man.

Yes, the other party in the gunfight just now was the elderly key keeper Keo (K) Odley, and now he has died of serious injuries due to a bullet in the forehead.

The bullet hit him directly in the forehead. Even if Jenkins wanted to treat him, he might not be able to save him, let alone the butler and two male servants watching him.

They originally wanted to demolish the wall blocking the passage, but when they were discussing the demolition plan, they unexpectedly found someone peeping in the corridor.

Everyone immediately launched a pursuit, but the man jumped out of the window and came outside. Following the footprints on the snow, Jenkins and others arrived at the steam boiler room behind the villa, and found a row of wet footprints extending to the iron cabinet where tools were placed. While searching for the secret passage, I finally found a small compartment divided by straw mats and large stone slabs.

It had obviously not been entered for a long time, and the floor and walls were covered with thick dust and cobwebs. Densely packed old photos and yellowed old newspapers were hung on the walls with nails and strings, and those contents were all related to the serial murders fifty years ago.

"Mr. Odley is the serial murderer?"

Miss Rick couldn't believe this conclusion, but this was indeed the truth discovered by everyone.

"The information in that cubicle can prove that the young Oudley was the killer who was wanted by the Kingdom of Chesland for half a century. He killed fifty people in a row within twenty years, and then disappeared. In fact, he disappeared. Then I met Mr. Mandela, the owner of the villa, and he has been living and working here.”

Having said this, Jenkins looked back at the butler Joel Mangos. The middle-aged man was now very frustrated.

"Oudley made that cubicle himself. According to the diary we found, he searched for reports and investigations about himself through those old newspapers during the ten years he started working here. But as time goes by, anyone Unable to find him, Oudley relaxed and abandoned the place, only updating information intermittently. "

Therefore, keeping a diary is a very dangerous behavior, and Jenkins never writes a diary.

The reason why the housekeeper was frustrated was because he had great respect for this old man who had served the Villa for nearly thirty years. It was because of his brief shock after learning the truth that the old man was able to escape to the villa with luck when everyone found the target in the key keeper's room. He showed no less agility than a strong middle-aged man. When four men with guns found him aggressively, he broke the window glass and jumped out.