Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "So, the paintings of dead painters are generally very valuable."

　　 "The paintings of famous late painters are usually very valuable."

　　 The old man said this, and then said with emotion that after his death, his works will surely be appreciated gradually, and even moved to the auction house.

　　 This kind of statement is very unlucky, Jenkins thought about it or expressed it euphemistically. But the old man didn't care. He was very open-minded about death, thinking that it was a day everyone would usher in, and it was just the beginning of another great adventure.

　　Walking around in this exhibition hall, Jenkins couldn't help but start to wonder if any of the authors of these paintings were mentally abnormal, and therefore he thought of the young painter who was shot and killed by him on a rainy night last autumn. When the two walked out of the exhibition hall, Mr. Grant was going to the toilet and asked Jenkins to wait a while, and Jenkins took his cat and sat down at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

The 　　 painting exhibition is not a celebration. It is elegant and quiet, and there will be no stalls selling food. So Chocolate was not very interested here. After being held in his arms by the writer and struggling for a while, he stared at the decorative painting of cat flapping butterflies on the opposite wall.

　　 "I know you have always had bad thoughts about that lost butterfly, don't think about it, it's impossible for you to eat it."

　　 He touched the cat's little head and warned.

Chapter 1000 Chapter 982 Uncertain Future (Part I)

　　 Hearing Jenkins' unprovoked accusations, the well-behaved cat whispered "meow~" and didn't know what he was thinking.

　　 Probably because I went home too late last night, I didn't have a good rest. Jenkins was sitting in the chair of the gallery corridor, and sleepiness came up. He tried hard not to close his eyes, but the sleepiness couldn't be restrained at all. He fell asleep the moment his eyelids closed, but was soon awakened by the noisy environment around him.

　　 He raised his head wearily and looked forward, as the bustling crowd passed by. He looked at the painting on the opposite wall, but instead of a cat flapping a butterfly, he became a self-portrait of a middle-aged man wearing a ridiculous hat.

　　 I don’t understand how the painting was changed so quickly, but I didn’t see the chocolate next to me when I touched it. Jenkins stood up with a clutter, only then did he realize that the surrounding environment was something wrong.

　　 This is still a gallery, but the walls have been painted, and the style of the gas lamps on the walls has become more complicated. A more sophisticated bronze-colored mechanical structure is hung under the lights, and fine gears and bearings are linked in series with the tiny metal parts in the wall.

The bench underneath 　　 has changed from wood to metal, but it is also padded with a soft cushion. People dress normally, but it looks more like summer clothes, but it's just the beginning of spring now.

　　 "Sorry, did you see my cat?"

　　 He stopped a passing gentleman, wanting to inquire about the specific situation.

"Sorry, I just came here, too. There are too many people in the exhibition for the tenth anniversary of Mr. Grant's death. Those black-hearted businessmen don’t know how many tickets were sold... Huh? How do you look? So familiar?"

　　 Jenkins was frightened by the phrase "the tenth anniversary of the death of Mr. Grant," and hurriedly bid farewell to the wondering middle-aged gentleman, and walked inward with the flow of people. What is currently displayed in the gallery is the familiar cartoon-style oil painting. The lender of the painting and the last auction price are also marked below the few paintings in the gallery.

　　 "Thirty thousand pounds?"

　　 Jenkins was scared, and then scared by the fact that this might be the future.

　　 He stopped the person again, asked the current date, and got the fact that it is now 1878 in the General Calendar.

　　 "The tenth anniversary of the death...I know that the present is 1866 on the General Calendar. If this is really the future, it means that Mr. Grant died two years after meeting me..."

　　 He opened his eyes and looked around, but he didn't see any suspicious aura. Just like this, surrounded by crowds, from the exit of the gallery to the street, the outside is also crowded with people coming and going. Most of the houses on both sides of the street are still the same, but the steam pipes climbing on the walls are all turned into a very mechanically beautiful shape spliced ​​by fine gears. Various metal pipes cross the sky, and people Holding a brass-colored mechanical device that Jenkins can't recognize in his hand.

　　 The policeman carrying a miniaturized steam oven and a steam rifle looked suspiciously at Jenkins who was at a loss at the gallery entrance, but was unable to cross the street to question him because of the crowds. He grabbed the iron box on a bypass lamppost under the sage's proverbs. After entering the code, he took out an abacus-like slender iron box from the small door that popped open, and then ticked. Tap those buttons.

Jenkins did not notice that he was being noticed. He felt the shadow covering himself and most of the street. When he looked up, he actually saw a huge steam airship flying over the city, pulling it behind him. A red banner:

　　【Maxius steam powered furnace, your best choice! 】

　　 "Am I crazy?"

　　 Jenkins asked himself on the noisy street, and then thought of a very famous type B extraordinary event related to the future, B-07-1-6233 [Uncertain Future].

　　 This is a Type B extraordinary event that can only happen to the gifted person. It targets a certain person and makes the target frequently shuttle between the present and the future in a short period of time.

　　 The future observed by the benefactor who experienced the B-07-1-6233 event is not a definite future, it is only a possibility.

　　 According to the doctrine of the great [The Hermit of Destiny], all observations of the future are uncertain before the future arrives. This is to warn the fortunetellers not to trust the prophecy excessively, but it also illustrates the unreliability of B-07-1-6233.

　　 just based on a large amount of information, a part of the future predicted by B-07-1-6233 must appear. For example, the scene that Jenkins sees now may mean that Nolan has been in ruins 12 years later, and dense tourists walk through the ruins, remembering the last relics of this great city.

　　B-07-1-6233 is valuable, but people often don’t know which part is valuable. This has led to those who have experienced the B-07-1-6233 incident, choosing not to trust everything they see is the safest way to prevent being misled by the future and being played by fate.

　　 Jenkins stared at everything in front of him. He did not belong to this world, and now he does not belong to this era.

　　 "Speaking of which, can I see myself in this era?"

　　 He thought of this suddenly, and eagerly wanted to go to his home on St. George Street. But before passing through the intensive flow of people at the celebration, sleepiness surged up again.

　　 Before he could contend, he closed his eyelids unconsciously, then his consciousness disappeared again, and he fell into that peaceful long sleep.

　　 "Meow~"

The cry of 　　 chocolate awakened the numb brain, and then the strange pain caused by the back of the hand being scratched by the cat's claw made the consciousness completely awake.

When 　　 looked up, there was still the cat painting on the opposite wall, obviously Jenkins had returned.

　　 He couldn't help covering his forehead and sighed long. The left half of his head is a little painful, or he has a migraine now. This is one of the sequelae of observing the future through B-07-1-6233.

　　 Generally speaking, those who have experienced the B-07-1-6233 event will "travel the future" several times at intervals of about 5 minutes. The highest number in the record is ten times, and the lowest number is three times, which means that Jenkins will still experience many observations in the future.

　　 "Do you want to tell the church about this?"

　　 Jenkins thought about it in his heart, and then decided to depend on the observed future results. If it's a peaceful future like just now, and it doesn't involve secrets and unknowns, then it doesn't matter to say it. And if it involves his own secrets, then it is better for this matter to be rotten in his heart along with other things.

Chapter 1001 Chapter 983 Uncertain Future (Part Two)

　　 The second "traveling" was faster than expected. Jenkins sat on the bench and took a rest. Before the old painter Grant returned, sleepiness came up again.

　　 He soothed the agitated cat, then leaned back on the hard back of the bench, and his consciousness returned to the depths of the body little by little.

　　 "Don't sleep here, you will catch a cold~"

　　 This time I was awakened by the girl's sweet voice, opened my eyes, and standing in front of me was a girl in a beautiful little skirt with a flower basket. She looks like a flower girl, but according to Jenkins's understanding, the flower girl generally doesn't wear such a beautiful dress, let alone a hat with lace, and there will be no circles of beautiful lace on the skirt.

　　 The location is still the original bench, it seems that this is still the near future, and this gallery still exists. On the wall where the cat leaping on the butterfly painting, there is now an ordinary landscape painting, depicting the seashore at sunset, and the girl is bending over to pick up shells.

　　 "Hello, I'm so sleepy."

　　 He whispered to the girl, holding his forehead and feeling a headache more intense. At the same time, a slight nausea also appeared, and it seemed that he was not only fainted by space movement, but also by "time movement".

　　 "Uncle Jenkins, why are you here? I thought you were in Beldiran's palace."

　　 The **** tiptoe asked softly, and then sat beside Jenkins with her little skirt, feeling very close. The gallery is still very lively, but I don't know which painter's exhibition is this time.

　　 "Oh, I am here because...Huh?"

　　 suddenly raised his head, unexpectedly the girl holding the flower basket would know herself. She just called out the name "Jenkins" accurately, so she must be a familiar person.

　　 "Call me uncle..."

　　According to the custom of the country, those who can call Jenkins "uncle" can only be the children of familiar friends, except for the children of John and Newman. For example, if Jenkins has always lived next door to Mr. Goodman and maintains a good relationship with their family, Mr. Goodman’s daughter can also call him "Uncle Jenkins" when he grows up.

　　 "Oh, I'll come to Nolan to do some personal affairs... why are you here?"

　　 He asked vaguely, while covering his face with a tired look. I didn't care if the girl said "I thought you were in the palace". He guessed that maybe this future him would have a good relationship with Miss Windsor, who has become a queen.

　　 "Oh, Uncle Jenkins, I'm participating in a practical activity organized by the school. Mr. Sanders organized our half-day flower sales in the art exhibition as the final exam for the practical class!"

　　 The girl’s voice is brisk and cheerful. She must have a good relationship with Jenkins in the future.

　　 "This is good, the flower girl..."

　　 Jenkins still did not understand the relationship between the girl and himself.

　　 "Oh, what time is it now? I think I might have slept too long."

　　 "Uncle Jenkins, the first weekend of the first week of the General Calendar [The Moon of the Craftsman and the Rain] in 1880 at 3:25 pm! Don't sleep here! Otherwise you will catch a cold!"

　　 The girl said loudly, holding a small pocket watch in her hand, surrounded by a circle of broken diamond-like things, which seemed to be specially made for children.

　　 "The last time it was 12 years later, this time it was 14 years later... It was great to meet young children, I just wanted to know if it was morning or afternoon."

　　 thinking like this in her heart, the girl beside her stretched out her hand and put it on Jenkins' forehead.

　　 "Uncle Jenkins, do you need to see a doctor? I noticed that your face is really ugly."

　　 "No, I think I'm just too tired."

　　 Jenkins replied in a low voice. He was very curious about his life in the future, but he didn't know how to ask.

　　 "I will give you a flower, I wish you good health."

　　 The girl was very sensible, and Jenkins rubbed his face and took it. Seeing the girl look expectant, he took a handful of banknotes from her pocket and stuffed her.

　　 "Take it to buy sugar."

　　 A bright smile appeared on the girl's face immediately.

　　 "It really is a child."

　　 Jenkins muttered, feeling sleepy, indicating that his time is coming.

　　 "I'm going to study at Bel Dylan in a while, Uncle Jenkins, can I live in your house? Grandfather's house is too far away. Grandmother doesn't like living in the city..."

　　 Jenkins understands that the girl in front of him must be the child of his two brothers. Judging from the age of Mr. Goodman, his parents cannot live to the present point in time.

　　 "I like the pancakes baked by Aunt Hathaway, but Aunt Alexia always asks me to study, and Aunt Chocolate..."

　　 It's a pity that Jenkins didn't hear the last sentence, but at least he was smiling when he woke up, because some future showed that girls can live together peacefully.

　　 But even if I am happy in my heart, my physical discomfort cannot be completely ignored. Although he didn't get any valuable information from the second end of "traveling", the headache and nausea really got stronger. He didn't even notice the worried expression on the cat's face beside him.

　　The old painter Grant returned before the third crossing. He also noticed that Jenkins's complexion was not good, so he suggested that Jenkins go back first. But Jenkins is now in a state where he may fall asleep at any time, he just wants to sit here and wait for B-07-1-6233 to end.

　　 So, on the excuse of being thirsty, he asked Grant to get some hot water. The old man looked at Jenkins worriedly and left quickly.

　　 The third crossing occurred after three minutes and twenty-five seconds. After waking up from a lethargic state, the biting wind made Jenkins shiver.

　　 is a quiet and unmanned corridor in front of him. There is no light in the dimly lit room. Only the open window at the end of the corridor allows moonlight to come in.

　　 It should be the end of autumn, and the night has already begun to cool down drastically. He raised his head and glanced at the opposite wall. There was a portrait of Dolores Stuart wearing a crown and a luxurious dress.

　　 The **** the painting looks mature, but it is also very limited compared to "now". This maturity is most likely due to the style of the painting. At least in terms of appearance, she is still the sixteen-year-old girl Jenkins is acquainted with. She is really young and charming...

"It looks like she has really succeeded. She is really a luxurious dress. Is the title Queen Dolores Stuart... That's not right, the portrait of the queen of the Kingdom of Hampavo, why should she hang it in the Philippines? In the unofficial gallery of the Dikter Kingdom?"

The picture frame of the 　　 portrait is suspected to be pure gold, and it is covered by a glass cover embedded in the wall, and a guardrail is pulled below to stop anyone who tries to approach the portrait.

Chapter 1002 Chapter 984 Uncertain Future (Part 2)

　　 This future night is very quiet, and it seems that Nolan is still peaceful. In the unmanned gallery, only Jenkins looked up alone to admire the hanging portrait of the girl. The portrait was protected by a glass frame, which suffices to explain its importance.

　　 The contact between the glass frame and the wall has a complex gear structure like a base. Those gears were chilling in the faint moonlight, and Jenkins guessed that this should be an anti-theft measure based on the structure of steam-powered gears.

　　 On the corridor illuminated by the moonlight, the man raised his head and looked at the girl in the painting. The girl in the painting also seemed to be looking at the man. Somehow, a sad mood suddenly surged, Jenkins shook his head quickly, and then went to search for new information.

　　 Although it is impossible to have anyone here at night, Jenkins can still get information. Newspapers were randomly placed in the empty space of the benches, half pressed by Jenkins' ass, and the date was in the most conspicuous upper left corner. It was the spring of 1882.

　　 "This time it is 16 years later."

　　 Jenkins got this answer, clutched his forehead to get used to the headache for a while, then picked up the newspaper.

　　 The front page headline is a black and white photo of an unfamiliar middle-aged man in formal wear with a ridiculous wig. The title is to celebrate the success of the country’s third five-year plan for air pollution control. After reading the text, the man in the photo is the minister of the Kingdom’s Ministry of Environment and a member of the House of Lords.

　　 "The Third Five-Year Plan...How do you feel that this phased environmental governance bill is so familiar...Isn't this what I proposed?"

　　 He hoped to find his name in this edition, but he failed. But I found a stranger thing, "Fedicteri Kingdom" turned into "Fedicteri Empire".

　　 "Only a country that occupies more than half of the land area can become an empire... Could it be that the war between Fedictelli and Chesland ended in a total victory for our country?"

　　 He can't get the answer, so he can only continue to flip back. But this time the tiredness came so quickly that Jenkins only fainted when he saw the "Notice of the End of the Eighteenth Period Calendar Change (Third Edition.

　　 "What's the situation? The official notice of the end of the era? Is this the end of peace?"

　　 This was the first reaction after waking up, but the future he observed was only one of the possible futures, and that was not necessarily a definite future event.

　　 "I really want to vomit."

　　 The physical discomfort is becoming more serious, and it feels like stepping into a light gate into a treacherous world. The voice of chocolate appeared in his ears, and the cat was trying to comfort him by tapping Jenkins with his paws.

　　 "I'm fine, it will be over soon."

　　 He said this to his cat, and then fainted again, this time exceptionally fast.

　　 The rumble of thunder and manic rain awakened Jenkins. It was still the familiar corridor, and the summer rain in the dark room looked particularly terrifying. This time even the moonlight was gone. Before calling out the monocle, Jenkins could only see the painting on the opposite wall with the occasional lightning.

　　 is not a cat flapping butterflies, not a self-portrait, not a landscape painting, nor is it a hanging painting of Dolores. What is very interesting is that it is not even a painting, but a note placed in a photo frame.

　　【Wells Lane, 32B, Room 3 on the second floor. Kill him, at least before the end of the third month in 1866! 】

　　 The font is slender and looks familiar. It took a while to realize that it was Jenkins's own handwriting. The "now" he belongs to is the third month of 1866, and this note seems to be written to him.