It was the same dream divination, but this time, Klein saw more scenes.
The first scene was still the small, dark, and dirty room, and the sleeping Ian Wright on the bunk bed.
The second scene was the sewer that the two of them had gone to at the same time. Ian crouched in front of Zreal's incomplete corpse, reached out to rub the two rows of white teeth, and took out one of them.
The third scene was a bustling street. The passersby were dressed in plain clothes, some even old or tattered.
There were gardens and lawns in the middle of the street, surrounded by low chimneys that spewed out mist. Ian, who was wearing an old coat and a round hat, looked around warily and entered the telegraph office not far from the middle of the street. Diagonally across from him was the entrance to the steam subway that looked like a shopping mall.
The scene quickly faded until it became transparent. Klein opened his eyes, tapped the edge of the long bronze table with his index finger, and made a preliminary judgment.
From that tooth and the telegram, Zreal and Ian aren't a detective team that accidentally got involved in a dangerous matter. There's an organization behind them!
I should be able to determine where the third scene corresponds to …
Klein wasn't in a hurry to analyze it in depth, because he didn't want to stay above the gray fog for too long.
Leaving the high-back chair belonging to The Fool, he came to a corner and rummaged through the paper bag that he had previously sent over to find Meursault's Beyonder characteristic.
Holding the jelly-like crimson object, Klein sat down again and wrote a new divination statement:
"The corresponding potion name."
As he chanted, he held the Beyonder characteristic in one hand and the piece of paper with the divination statement in the other. With the help of Cogitation, he entered a deep sleep.
In the gray, illusory dream, the ambassador, who was dressed extravagantly and had a thin, bearded face, once again appeared in front of Klein.
He held a bottle of crimson liquid and said to Meursault, "Drink it.
Drink this bottle of Hunter potion, and you will be able to dominate the Zmanger gang. Of course, money is also indispensable. Rosell The Great once said that one should have a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other. "
"Hunter? Baekeland is a huge city … "Meursault frowned slightly and asked in puzzlement.
In his illiterate mind, Hunters belonged to the wilderness, to animals.
The middle-aged ambassador chuckled.
"The largest city is also the largest dark forest."
"Here, everyone has two identities. One is the prey, the other is the hunter."
"No matter how weak a hunter is, it's still a hunter. It's possible for it to injure a powerful prey."
"Go, join this grand hunt."
…
The scene shattered, turning into countless shadows. Klein looked down at the crimson Beyonder characteristic in his hand and muttered to himself,
"So it's the Hunter potion. It's no wonder Meursault is so good at fighting. He even used poisoned blow darts."
"No wonder he could track me all the way here …"
However, he doesn't seem to have truly understood the essence of a Hunter. He didn't set any traps, didn't use any weapons, and didn't bring out the corresponding strengths … On the one hand, it's because he doesn't know that I'm also a Beyonder, and a Sequence 8 Beyonder at that. He looks down on me. On the other hand, it also means that he hasn't been consuming the potion for long …
The Hunter pathway is controlled by both the Sauron family, the former Intis royal family, and the Einhorn family, the rulers of the Feysac Empire. It's a secret organization, the Iron and Blood Cross Order, that appeared in the last two to three hundred years. In addition to his clothing style, the ambassador's identity can almost be confirmed … He's a high-ranking diplomat of the Republic of Intis, an ambassador to the Kingdom of Rouen …
"I don't know what the important item he wants is …"
As his thoughts churned, Klein enveloped himself with his spirituality and plummeted.
As soon as he returned to his room, he immediately looked around vigilantly, but he didn't discover any abnormal changes.
Phew. Klein exhaled silently. He felt a little more confident about gathering the Tarot members on time tomorrow afternoon.
He rummaged through the map of Baekeland that he had bought on the steam locomotive and searched for the telegraph office along the subway, one that wasn't far from the middle of the street.
There were only a few subway lines in Baekeland, and Klein quickly identified three targets. One was in West Borough, one was in St. George Borough, and one was in East Borough, where Baekeland Bridge intersected.
He recalled the attire and social class of most of the pedestrians in the dream and obtained the final answer.
The third!
Where East Borough and Baekeland Bridge intersected!
Sometimes, deciphering a revelation requires a wealth of real knowledge and the corresponding reasoning ability … Klein gave a self-deprecating laugh and came to the desk. He added another sentence to the statement he had previously written, making the content on the piece of paper richer.
"I don't know where Ian Wright is. I haven't seen him since I found Zreal's corpse. However, I learned through my own channels that Ian Wright once appeared at the telegraph office on White Rum Street. "
After he finished writing, Klein didn't fold the paper, nor did he use his spirituality to ignite it. Instead, he allowed it to spread out on the desk and freely display its contents.
After taking a deep look, Klein returned to the bed, took off his clothes, and went to sleep.
Outside the tightly shut curtains, the crimson moon peeked out of the clouds, shining brightly and flawlessly.
…
In a house in Hillston Borough.
Fors, who had been sleeping separately from Xio, suddenly sat up, stretched out her hands, and covered her head.
Her rather good-looking face was distorted to the extreme, making her look as hideous as a devil's.
Fors pressed both sides of her ears and kept rolling on the bed, as if she was resisting the illusory ravings.
Beads of sweat seeped out of her forehead, and the veins on the back of her hands protruded.
Her body tensed up from time to time, and from time to time, her light blue eyes that had a teasing and languid look were filled with pain.
In the depths of her pupils, there seemed to be countless shadows changing and stacking on top of each other.
"No!" Fors finally couldn't hold it in any longer as she let out a deep scream.
Her hands stopped covering her ears and turned to pulling at her hair, as if she was fighting the pain with pain.
After squirming for a few minutes, Fors finally stopped.
She released her hands and looked at the handful of slightly curled brown hair. She weakly gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"I lied to Xio. I told her that the ravings of every full moon didn't have any negative effects on me … At least, hair loss is a very serious problem …"
Fors sat up with great difficulty and looked at the curtains that half-covered the window. Through the gap, she saw the dreamy crimson moon outside.
"It's getting worse each time. Will I lose control because of this next time …" Fors muttered. She could no longer suppress the weakness that she usually buried deep in her heart.
She had tried to separate the bracelet that allowed her to use the spirit world to teleport from her body, but this was no longer enough to make the full moon ravings disappear.
She had tried taking tranquilizers and chanting the honorific name of the God of Steam and Machinery. She had tried some ritualistic magic, but none of them could change the situation of her gradually sliding into the abyss.
If only I could understand what the ravings were saying … I wish to die knowing and not be buried in a muddled state … Perhaps, perhaps, after advancing to Sequence 8, I'll be able to hear it a little more clearly? However, I've never seen anyone selling the Trickmaster formula. Fors stared out the window in a daze, her eyes dyed red by the moonlight.
…
On Monday morning, Klein, who hadn't slept well, woke up early and got out of bed.
He walked to the desk, prepared to pull the curtains and open the window to let in the light and the wind from outside.
At this moment, he caught sight of the piece of paper on the desk from the corner of his eye.
It was facing the window, still in its original state.
However, Klein clearly remembered that before he fell asleep last night, the piece of paper was facing the chair, facing the bed!
After a short sleep, it had turned upside down and changed its orientation!
Klein's pupils constricted, and he suddenly reached out to pull open the curtains. He saw that the oriel window was still tightly shut, not letting in a single gust of wind!
The piece of paper had turned half a circle on its own without any wind!
No, someone came in, and I didn't notice it! Klein felt a chill run down his spine to his head.
In his sleep, he didn't react to this at all!
This meant that he was at the mercy of others, and his life and death depended on the other party's mood and thoughts!
Was it a member of the military's special department, or a powerful Beyonder sent by the ambassador? From the fact that the piece of paper didn't return to its original state and remained upside down, it's more likely to be the latter. It's a form of warning … To be able to sneak in so silently, it's very impressive … Should I thank him for his kindness? No, why wouldn't he do something that was convenient? There must be a reason … He doesn't want to alarm the members of the military's special department who are monitoring the surroundings? Klein's thoughts surged, and he couldn't help but think of many things.
He had written those words last night and spread out the paper on the desk so that someone could see it and let the ambassador know what he wanted to know. He wanted to delay any possible revenge until the matter was over, so that he could have more time to prepare.
However, Klein had originally expected that the other party would sneak in while he was out and that the military's special department's surveillance of the house would weaken. Who knew that the other party would be able to bypass the surrounding Beyonders and quietly enter the bedroom while he was still asleep?
The feeling of having his life and death in the hands of someone else was very uncomfortable!
"A very powerful Beyonder, or a very strange Beyonder …" Klein turned around with his back to the oriel window and took out a penny.
"Someone sneaked into this room last night."
…
He silently recited the sentence, and with the cover of his body, he flicked the coin upwards.
The coin tumbled and jumped, but it didn't pass Klein's shoulder before falling rapidly into his open palm.
This time, the numbers were facing up.
This meant that it was a negative!
It meant that no one had sneaked into Klein's bedroom last night!
The paper wouldn't change directions for no reason … Am I sleepwalking? No, I can even stay awake when Captain invades my dreams … Klein immediately frowned and thought of two possibilities.
"One, the divination results were interfered with and misled."
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