The Master of the Strange Realm

"Do you like me, Jenkins?"

Jenkins didn't understand the logic of the conversation. He was the one who started the question, but Hathaway didn't answer. She asked a new question that Jenkins couldn't answer. She didn't follow the general rules of the conversation.

His thoughts were constantly diverging. He vaguely recalled the last night on the train when the blonde girl seemed to have asked the same question.

"Answer me, Jenkins?"

Hathaway's face flushed. Jenkins wasn't sure if it was because of the wine or the mood, but he knew that he was probably the same now.

"Are you going to play dumb?"

"I..."

He couldn't answer this question either, so he walked out of the closet with the cat, and Hathaway turned sideways to make way for him.

When the two passed by, Jenkins smelled a strong smell of wine on Hathaway. This was normal. The girls wasted a lot of red wine when they were playing just now. The sheets and quilts might have to be cleaned before they could be used again.

"Do you not want to answer, or do you dare not answer?"

Hathaway pressed on step by step.

"I..."

"Be like a man, Jenkins, what are you worried about?"

"I..."

"Can't you understand what I'm thinking?"

"I like you."

"Why... Sorry, what did you say just now?"

The soft moonlight enveloped the two people, and some inexplicable emotions filled them. The red-haired girl raised her head and looked at the man's eyes in disbelief. She didn't want Jenkins to say anything. She didn't think Jenkins was a man who could say those words.

"Sorry, you..."

"I won't say it again."

Jenkins shook his head quickly, he had spent all his courage.

"In that case, why did you..."

"Because you still have Britney, I don't want to do anything immoral."

"Immoral..."

She looked into Jenkins' eyes again, her eyes like a sharp sword:

"On the last night on the train from Snow Mountain Villa back to Nolan City, what did you do?"

"We didn't do anything!"

The man's voice suddenly became louder.

"Oh?"

Hathaway raised her hand and placed it on the first button under her neck. The button was beautiful, but not as beautiful as the girl's hand.

Jenkins's hand was faster, and he grabbed Hathaway's arm.

"Don't do this."

His expression was serious, because he didn't want to face the scene on the train that night again.

"Do you like Britney?"

"I said, I don't want to do anything immoral."

"Even if it will hurt us?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about."

"No, you understand, but you are avoiding. Jenkins, what are you avoiding? I feel your fear, but I never know what you are afraid of."

"I said, I won't do anything immoral."

"If you don't mind, I'll wake up Britney now."

"No, no, no."

Jenkins shook his head like a madman, stepping back step by step, while Hathaway chased forward step by step.

"I know this is wrong, but if..."

"Please don't say it again!"

"Britain and I are both from aristocratic families, such a thing..."

With a bang, the window behind Jenkins was opened. He flipped out of the window like a mouse avoiding a cat, and was caught by the unicorn and flew into the night sky.

The red-haired girl stood quietly at the window, letting the cold night wind blow her long hair. The flying man under the moon flew away little by little, but not long after, the escaping man returned and rang the bell downstairs.

"I don't want to be a person who escapes, it's shameful."

He said in a trembling voice, but stood downstairs without entering the house. Chocolate behind Hathaway at the door ran out quickly, and the man had forgotten it just now:

"I also feel disgusting, I really feel sorry for you... me... you... her... Oh, what should I say? I feel sorry for you and Britney... I shouldn't hurt you, but... Oh, sage, I don't know what I should say. Sorry."

"I understand, you don't have to explain..."

This time, it was Jenkins who took the initiative to reach out, hug the girl at the door and kiss her, then picked up the cat and ran quickly into the thick night.

"He doesn't understand anything."

Hathaway touched her lips and leaned against the door frame. Even though she could no longer see Jenkins, she still did not leave:

"That idiot, he doesn't understand anything."

She was right, Jenkins really didn't understand anything, or didn't want to understand.

Chapter 841 Chapter 824 Pisco's request

No conclusion was reached tonight, and Jenkins didn't make any promises or choices. Hathaway seemed to have just invited Jenkins to watch a play, but she already understood that Jenkins seemed to be protecting himself firmly, and seemed like a small shadow in the fog, but he was really easy to understand, and he was not complicated.

"Jenkins."

She said the name and looked at her palm, then held it tightly.

"Jenkins..."

Sometimes women can see the result without an answer. At least Hathaway saw his true thoughts from Jenkins' panicked expression.

"You can't escape!"

(Chocolate running...)

Jenkins, who fled Hathaway's residence in a hurry, took off again in the alley, and finally let the unicorn take him to the clock tower of the Civic Square in Nolan City. He climbed up the tower again, and then squatted on the edge of the tower with his cat in his arms, watching the night of the city and blowing the night wind to calm his head.

Until now, he still thinks that tonight's experience is like a dream, but this beautiful dream can't wake up.

"What should I do!"

He almost moaned while holding his head, but the cat who can't speak human language can't give him advice.

As for going to Alexia for help, that's even more impossible. Jenkins knows the short lady's intention, so he won't do stupid things.

"Why don't I have a friend who can ask these questions with confidence?"

He murmured to himself, and Chocolate squatted beside him, patting his legs rhythmically with his little paws.

"Chocolate, what do you think I should do?"

"Meow~"

Jenkins couldn't understand cat language.

"What do you think I should do?"

He asked the gray pigeon that was perched on the other side of the tower, and stretched out his hand while speaking. There was a green breath on his fingers, and the pigeon immediately flew over and landed on Jenkins' fingers.

But he couldn't understand the pigeon's language either.

Finally, the pigeon flew away, and Jenkins still squatted on the edge of the clock tower with his head in his arms. Except for feeling a little cold, he didn't gain anything.

Of course, he knew that Hathaway and Britney both liked him a little, but on the one hand, he didn't want to easily bring a second person into his life, and on the other hand, he couldn't be the third person in a relationship.

The fact that Chocolate almost died a few days ago gave him a warning that anyone who approached him might die one day because of an accident.

As for whether he really liked Hathaway Hessa and Britney Michael, Jenkins naturally had his own answer.

"Oh, God, who can give me some guidance~"

If he wasn't worried about being discovered by the police patrolling under the clock tower, he would definitely shout out loud. But no one could give him guidance, and some things could only be done by himself.

The next day was a long-lost Monday. In fact, for Jenkins, it didn't matter what day of the week it was. When he arrived at Dad's antique shop, Dad was getting dressed and walking out with a suitcase in his hand.

"Are you... going on a business trip?"

"Huh?"

Dad was stunned, and then he realized that Jenkins had misunderstood when he saw the suitcase.

"No, this is a burial object in the cemetery, I want to send it back to the church."

"I'll go."

He wanted to get the suitcase.

"I can go, just in time to deal with some things in the church today."

Dad gestured to Jenkins to look at the key on the counter;

"If you want, stay here to watch the store. If you have other things to do, lock the door in a while. I guess I won't be back for dinner, so today is your day off. Don't run around, be careful of strangers."

He buttoned his clothes with his back to Jenkins, then waved his hand and left the store with the suitcase.

"Vacation?"

Jenkins looked at the key on the counter, "Continue to look for the [Shrouded Nun's Clothes] in the abandoned cemetery?"

Of course it's impossible. The biggest crisis now is the relic seal that Mr. Pisco mentioned in the letter, which will explode on Wednesday.

Soon after Dad left, Jenkins also locked the door and left. While thinking about whether the sun today can dry the clothes hung out in the morning, he walked towards the place indicated by Mr. Pisco.

The things are hidden in the dock area, not far from Dad's antique shop. Jenkins put on a black robe in the alley and walked for half an hour to see the destination.

Due to the tornado a few days ago, the "steam pipe explosion" and the "sudden acute infectious disease" (in order to cover up the undead), the dock area was more strictly supervised by the city hall.

It was obviously daytime, but there were not many people here. This is very abnormal. At the end of winter every year, the ship owner will take advantage of the last idle time before the sea ice melts to clean the cabin, and each warehouse will also begin to clean and check in full swing, preparing for a busy time lasting more than half a year.

The citizens of the dock area have heard about the recent chaos, so if they don't have to come here, the citizens of Nolan City will never go near the dock. It's a bit strange for a man with a cat to wander here now, but fortunately no one comes to ask him for the time being.

This time, Chocolate's fur color has changed to orange and white. Its left ear is orange, and the remaining right ear and face are white, but it still looks cute.

"North Street, North Street..."

Jenkins has never heard of the street where Mr. Pisco hid things, and he can't find a map nearby, so he can only look at the road signs and slowly look for it. As a result, although the name of the street is "North Street", it is actually just a small road that is wider than the alley, not even wide enough for two carriages to drive at the same time.

The destination, No. 24 North Street, is a freight company. Today is Monday, so it is open, but after knocking on the door and entering, there is only a middle-aged woman knitting a sweater sitting at the reception desk, flipping through a magazine called "Gorilla Nails" in her hand.

"What's the matter?"

"Yes, I'm here... Do you need me to clean my boots? There seems to be no doormat at the door."

The snow from the past few days is slowly melting, and the streets outside are full of muddy water, so the bottom of the boots are covered with mud.

"You can rub it against the corner outside. I took the doormat to wash last month, and I haven't brought it back yet."

She looked reluctant to receive Jenkins, but she still had to finish her work. After hearing that Jenkins was here to pick up something, she was not surprised, but directly asked him for the bill of lading number.

"What?"

Jenkins thought he had heard it wrong.

"Bill of lading number, sir. Now please provide the bill of lading number, and then give me the original bill of lading!"

"But..."

Jenkins doesn't have any bill of lading.

Chapter 842 Chapter 825 Downstairs of the Apartment