Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 He chuckled out, making Jenkins hiding underneath get goose bumps.

"Dandelion Winery was burned to white ground in the hidden moon and red rose month (May) of this year because of a fire. The workers and managers working in the winery were all burned to death, and one of them was filled with jewelry and The 2,000-pound cash safe is gone. Mr. Stule, is this something familiar?"

　　 "Impossible!"

　　 This sentence is by far the loudest sentence in this conversation.

　　 "Impossible! I just left the winery, the boss of Dadeland also spoke to me!"

　　 He obviously didn't believe it.

　　 Jenkins desperately injected spirit into the position of his eyes, then raised his head and looked up. There were no traces of dead souls in the position where Sidule's magic eyes were. This was a living person.

"Oh, speaking of Mr. Dedland, it's really miserable~ Two weeks after the Dandelion Winery incident, the poor Mr. Dedland's family was found dead in his own home. Everyone had their throat cut by a knife, and the family's finances were also Was looted. Oh, yes, the deceased also included Mr. Dadeland’s daughter. There was a picture of the girl in the newspaper. She was indeed a beautiful lady. What a pity, I think the suitors of that lady will definitely be Heartbroken!"

　　 He couldn't help but laughed, and the background sound was the whistling wind and Situ Le's unbelievable questioning.

　　 "How is it possible, how is it possible? Sivia was only with me last week..."

"Yes, the young and promising Mr. Stule has not only a happy family, but also a beautiful little lover. What's even better is that the father of this beautiful lover without brothers and sisters, the generous Mr. Dedland is still your life-saving Benefactor. I found out that when you were at your worst, he took you in and gave you a job. But it’s a pity that I found their family’s cemetery in the suburbs and put a bunch of flowers in front of the grave. Although there is a guardian tomb People watched, there was no time to dig the tomb, but I was pretty sure that there were really neat corpses of a family..."

"Impossible, impossible, it is absolutely impossible. I see, this is your devil's conspiracy, what do you want to do? What do you want to do? If you want this eye, take it, don’t Torture me again!"

　　 The wind on the roof made some noises, but it was enough for Jenkins to hear the whole story. Below the two of them, he only felt that the more he heard this, the more ridiculous it became. Coupled with what the middle-aged gentleman said before "corrupting the soul", he probably guessed what this happened for a while.

　　 "Poor and pitiful."

　　 He said in his heart, he didn't know whether he was pitying Mr. Stuele or the many innocent people who died because of the magic eye.

Chapter 300 Chapter 295 Suicide

　　 Mr. Sidule’s roar continued for a while, and when he coughed desperately because of his throat injury, the middle-aged gentleman began to explain his “seen and heard” in the newspaper.

　　 Jenkins is still shrinking there, and one of the fluffy ears of chocolate has also emerged from the gap between the buttons.

"In order to confirm the guess in my heart, after just obtaining your address, I went to check it again. Obviously, there are only traces of your own life there. With some doubts, I found your basement, where... ...."

　　 Jenkins held his breath, he now understands how terrifying the monster eye is.

　　 "You found the bodies of my wife and daughter?"

　　 This answer was made by Mr. Sidule. It can be heard that he still couldn't believe it, but it was probably the facts in the newspaper brought out by the middle-aged gentleman that made him have to accept all this.

　　 "No, it's worse than this."

The gentleman's tone was full of pity, "I found a monster locked in alloy chains. Even our organization would not make such a thing, because it is so ugly and without wisdom. In fact. , Most of the gifters, um, yes, people like us can hold rituals to make that kind of thing. Stitching monsters force the corpses of different creatures to merge together, giving them a regenerative ability and power that exceeds the ordinary level. ."

　　 "That, then mine..."

　　 At this moment, Jenkins has made up his mind that even if he can get a significant trick in the future, he will never use it. He could imagine how desperate and sad Mr. Sidule was on the unfinished rooftop above his head.

　　 The middle-aged gentleman did not directly give Mr. Stuhl an answer, but talked about something else.

"In fact, due to the many terrible things that have happened in this city in the past six months, a large number of people have accidentally disappeared. The police and the church cannot fully count them, and there are dozens of unremarkable cases, which should be done by you. . Yes, the fusion monsters in the basement do include what you think of a wife and daughter, but I have to remind you..."

　　 A very malicious pause, torturing the victim and the audience.

"You married the poor widow with the child after you got the magic eye. According to the results of my inspection of the city hall information, before and after the widow's mother and daughter disappeared, she did not register for marriage. In other words, even happiness 'S marriage is also..."

　　 He didn't say the last few words, but both Jenkins and Mr. Stule understood.

"Let's straighten out what happened. After an accident, the young Mr. Stule got an eye with magical power. He thought that the eyes could see through the future, and he became successful. But in fact, Mr. Sidule, who has eyes, saw all illusions. He killed his benefactor and kept creating murder and robbery cases in the city, even involving me. Ha~, just explained the cost. It took a lot of effort to kill the monster you created. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many things in Nolan City in the second half of the year, you should have been discovered by the Orthodox Church. But now, your good luck has finally run out... ...."

　　 "What the **** is this eye?"

"A-03-02-4491, the spiteful eyeball of the suicide. It contains the resentment of the suicide and the resentment of the living. Those who get it will be corroded by the eyeball step by step, and destroy what they have in desire. Everything. In the end, it will let its master see the truth of everything, and then guide the master to the end of suicide. I think the reason I can’t take it away is because the eyes still hope to get your soul and your resentment ."

"Is that right......"

　　In the wind, only Mr. Stule's whisper was left.

　　 This incident is similar to what Jenkins initially imagined. Although there are some differences in the details, it is harmless. He could not comment on this incident, because it seemed that everyone was a victim, and even the middle-aged gentleman from an illegal cult organization had not caused damage or gained anything in this incident so far.

　　 can only attribute everything to a deceit, but that is just a dead thing, a dead thing that cannot be effective without using it.

　　 "Now please tell me where did you get that eye."

　　 After a moment of silence, the conversation continued, but Jenkins didn't want to listen anymore. He took two deep breaths, his black robe changed his figure, and his cane and pistol were clenched in both hands. He knew that Stuele's end would only be suicide, and that moment was Jenkins' opportunity.

　　 "I bought it, originally just a wooden sculpture for decoration. Later, the sculpture broke and the eyeballs fell out of the middle. The shop selling the sculptures is the souvenir shop in Sandy Lane. There is only that one, and the stolen goods are also collected there."

　　 "Okay, thank you very much for your cooperation, then please."

　　 "Thank you."

　　 This is a feeble answer, even if he does not die today, I am afraid he will be almost dead.

　　 opened the real eye and looked upward, the owner of the black demon eye, step by step, walked to the side of the building, while the benefactor followed him.

　　 "You really sent flowers to Mr. Dadeland's family, didn't you?"

　　 "Yes, I don't need to lie to you, it doesn't make sense."

　　 This is a pity-filled answer.

　　 Mr. Stule's body was getting closer and closer to the edge of the building. Without any hesitation, he fell directly out of Jenkins's eyes.

　　 The latter held his breath and ignored the sound of the heavy object falling to the ground, watching the light spot representing the gifter approaching the edge of the building.

　　嘭~

　　 The moment the middle-aged man leaned down to check the situation, Jenkins also squatted out and shot out a bullet.

　　 "Oops! Too bad!"

　　 The middle-aged gentleman retracted his head in an instant, the quilt/ball-focused hat flew down against the wind, and then the light spot moved towards the other side of the building. Now that the gun was fired, there was no room for retreat, and when Jenkins also rushed to the top of the building, a man from the Demon Eye Collection Association was standing on the side of the building and seemed to be waiting for him.

　　 "No grievances, no grudges, shooting me a bit too much, right?"

　　 The man didn't look nervous at all, which made Jenkins somewhat doubt whether he had revealed his true level.

　　 "You are a cultist, even if you throw a steam bomb at you, it's not too much."

　　 Shooting is definitely not good, this pistol can't accurately shoot at a distant target. While [Profane Production] has a distance limit, [Grant of Knowledge] requires preparation actions, and now I can only approach that side during a conversation, while guarding against his attacks.

Section 301 Chapter 296 This is also a last word?

　　 On the top of the building, two men in black trench coats faced each other. The noisy city streets were at the feet of the two, and the hurried coachman appeared from one side with a carriage, and the woman looking out from the window of the car couldn't think of what was happening above her head.

　　 "No, no, no, I'm not a cultist."

　　 "I've heard it, Demon Eye Collection Association."

　　 Take a step forward.

　　 "Some of us do believe in that interesting great god, but it doesn't include me."

　　 He still had that relaxed expression. Following his words, the temporary item on the ground for sharing vision flew straight up and merged into his palm.

　　 The man kept his eyes closed with the palm of his left hand and showed Jenkins:

　　 "Look, it's because those talents will ruin our reputation. In fact, I have always been interested in collecting special eyes. Well, I may have killed people, but as a gifter, who hasn't killed anyone?"

　　 The distance is close enough.

　　 As Jenkins's spirit was triggered, two overlapping silver light bands appeared around him, and the cane was swung away vigorously, and a piece of shimmering silver flew out suddenly.

　　 "I will give you that eye. To be honest, this dangerous and boring eye does not fit my aesthetics."

He avoided the flying light on his side, and before Jenkins got one step closer to activate [Profane Production], he jumped off the roof. The windbreaker expanded due to the wind and flew to the distant, uh, tall building like a bat. Just leave this next sentence to dissipate in the wind.

　　 There is no sound of heavy objects falling, and the light spot in True Eyes is rapidly moving to the east, and disappears from his field of vision before Jenkins moves to the second floor.

　　 There was only Mr. Sidule in the alley, he was lying on the side of the iron staircase outside, and black blood spilled from under his body.

　　 "What is this?"

　　 Jenkins looked at the top of the building, and then at the body in front of him. He only felt that the matter had developed into the present situation, at least not the worst. He has nothing to lose because his face at the moment is fake.

　　 Observed the surroundings carefully. After confirming that the escaped person would not return, he squatted down and turned Mr. Sidule's body over.

　　 The yellow coat was open, and the metal buttons of the coat were completely dyed vermilion red with blood, only the uneven pattern could barely be recognized.

　　 Jenkins folded his hands together, muttered something weird, and was about to lift his eyelids. Suddenly, the pair of manual hands took hold of Jenkins' wrists firmly.

"not dead?!"

　　 "You...who are you?"

　　 He spit out blood and asked intermittently. The corner of Jenkins's mouth trembled, and Huiguangfanzhao actually asked such a question.

　　 "It doesn't matter who I am...Do you still want to live?"

　　 People who committed suicide by jumping off the building can die because of internal bleeding caused by shock and rupture. If he wants to save, he can at least prevent this hapless person from dying here.

　　 Of course, Jenkins thinks that this person might not want to live anymore.

　　 "Don't save me!"

　　Sure enough, Mr. Stule’s answer did not deviate from Jenkins’s expectations. He even panicked at what Jenkins said.

　　 Something seems to be stuck in this person's lungs, and he speaks in a strange voice. Blood foam was sprayed out, dyeing the white shirt in the black formal suit red.

"am I wrong?"

　　 Hearing this kind of question, Jenkins really wants to shake off the man's wrist and leave here immediately. This alley is connected to the avenue, and anyone can see the scene as soon as he stretches his head.

　　 But the magic eye he possessed can't be ignored. This is a trick. If it falls out again, who knows what will happen. Jenkins felt that he would definitely be involved.

　　 "Well... you were wrong, because you got that eye unluckily, so you killed so many people."

　　 Lying is to deceive the poor man; to be honest, it is to fight the poor man. It's not a good choice anyway, and Jenkins is fortunate to be honest. Moreover, for those innocent people who died because of him, this answer is not cruel.

　　 He squatted beside the man, only feeling the cold outside the style of walking through the alley, the cat was squirming on his chest, and Jenkins missed his fireplace.

　　 "Is it bad luck? Yeah, I shouldn't have walked into that store, shouldn't steal other people's things..."

　　 Mr. Situ Le said tragically, as if a thick sputum was stuck in his throat.

　　 "Hey, didn't you buy that eye in a souvenir shop?"

　　 Before Jenkins asked the question, he felt the rough hand holding his wrist slowly loosen, and then fell to the ground.

he died.

　　 The weird phenomenon happened immediately, and the corpse suddenly began to twitch on the ground. The black blood vessels protrude from the surface of the body, like patterns and vines, and these vines are connected to the open right eye of the corpse.

　　 Yes, after Sidule died, his left eye was closed tightly and his right eye opened, his eyeballs were spinning wildly in his eye sockets.

　　 Jenkins immediately backed away, but fortunately, this corpse was only changed by itself.

　　'S revolving eyeballs seemed to be drawing something from the corpse, and the black blood vessels were beating convexly. And in the vision of the real eye, as the black aura became stronger and stronger, a gray smoke emerged from the sky. Countless roaring faces protruded from the surface of the gray mist, and Jenkins even saw the face of Mr. Sturr.

　　 But all the faces couldn't break free from the gray mist. In the end, the gray mist whirled like a whirlwind and plunged into the eye.

　　 All the dust settled, the corpse finally twitched a few times, the limbs curled inward, the head tilted aside, the blood vessels on the skin surface returned to normal, and the eyeballs no longer moved.

　　 Jenkins waited for a few seconds with his cane, and the corpse on his back trembled again. As the trembling occurred, the magic eye in its eye sockets fell into the dirty mud with some nerves, and then somehow rolled next to Jenkins' leather shoes.

　　 The white eyes were stained with mud, and the brown eyes fixed on the man who looked down at it.

　　 Even if I know that this is something that I absolutely cannot use, once I look at him, there is still an impulse to urge Jenkins. His soul is still so strong to this point, so Stuele's tragedy was actually unavoidable from the beginning.

　　 did not dare to touch the magic eye directly, Jenkins pulled a piece of cloth from the corpse on the side to wrap the eyeball. The eyeball lying on the cloth wriggled a few times in the palm of his hand, and somehow he turned to the side, his pupil facing Jenkins again.

Chapter 302 Chapter 297 The Conspiracy of Entanglement

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate struggling to get out of Jenkins's chest, roared towards his eyes. Jenkins hurriedly calmed down the cat, guessing in his heart whether his kitten is sensitive to this kind of "dirty stuff".

　　 "It's murdered!"

　　 Chocolate just got back, and there was a sound from the alley. Looking up, the three young men wearing jackets and cuffs can faintly see the tattooed youths looking at the corpse at the top of the stairs and the eyeballs Jenkins is holding, while more people are gathering on the road outside.

"I knew it......"