15 Minsk Street, in the washroom.
Klein took out a paper figurine from a hidden pocket in his clothes and shook it, turning it into a stand-in.
He made the stand-in sit on the toilet with a newspaper in hand to fool others while he hid in the shadows. He took four steps counterclockwise and went above the gray fog.
This series of actions was even more magical than magic!
Inside the magnificent and ancient palace, Klein sat at the end of the long bronze table and conjured Jason Beria's handkerchief in front of him.
It was only a projection, but it could also be used for divination, provided that the handkerchief didn't leave his body in the real World. Back when he was divining the Mutated Sun Sacred Emblem in Tingen City, Klein had used a projection. Back then, he didn't know how to summon himself, so he was unable to bring an item with spirituality to the world above the gray fog.
Of course, there was still a huge difference in the effects of using a projection and his actual body for divination. Therefore, whenever he could use his actual body, Klein would try his best to do so. However, he was now being protected by official Beyonders, so it wasn't convenient for him to hold a ritual.
It would be troublesome if someone found out that he was lighting a candle while squatting on the toilet during the day.
If I can really divine the whereabouts of the Devil, Jason Beria, but the revelation isn't clear enough, then I'll take the risk and summon myself to bring the handkerchief up … Klein mumbled as he conjured a piece of goatskin and a fountain pen and wrote the divination statement:
"Jason Beria's current location."
Normally speaking, it was impossible to divine the whereabouts and whereabouts of a target by relying on a handkerchief that had only been used in a particular ritual. This was because the connection wasn't strong enough, and there were too many disturbances. For example, it was easy to provoke the Abyssal Archduke that the ritual was directed at.
However, to Klein, these disturbances could be eliminated. The so-called Abyssal Archduke was at most a High-Sequence Devil, and not the embodiment of the Abyss, the Dark Side of the Universe. And the targets of his mysterious space above the gray fog were the Eternal Blazing Sun, the True Creator, and other deities. Even the weakest was Mr. Door, who was at least at the angel level. Furthermore, he had yet to fail.
As for the problem of the connection not being strong enough, Klein, who only received a certain amount of enhancements from the gray fog, was unable to resolve it. All he could do was give it a try and try his luck. Perhaps he would have the corresponding confidence after becoming a High-Sequence Saint in this domain.
In theory, it's possible. After all, during a ritual, one's body, mind, and spirit are the most unified. It's also the easiest to communicate with the outside world … Klein, who could barely be considered a mysticism expert, muttered. He held the handkerchief and goatskin with the divination statement and leaned back in his chair.
He quickly entered a meditative state and kept muttering "Jason Beria's current location."
After repeating it seven times, Klein fell into a deep sleep and arrived in the World of Dreams.
In the dusky world, countless scenes continuously flickered, disconnected from each other, extremely scattered.
Soon, the image became clear and occupied Klein's "vision," making him feel like he had entered a dream.
In the dream, the light was dim, the desk was dark red, and a figure was standing in front of the oriel window, looking at the garden outside.
There was a glass shed in the garden. Inside, roses bloomed, glistening in the December cold.
The figure's appearance was projected on the window. It was a man of medium build, with slightly curly brown hair and cold brown eyes. He looked to be in his thirties.
This … Wasn't I divining Jason Beria's location? Who is this? It feels a little familiar … Klein was puzzled, but he didn't think too much about it. He allowed his spirituality to remain in a scattered state, as though he was wandering a mysterious World.
Just as he was feeling puzzled, the man turned around and walked to a corner of the room. There were two large leather suitcases there.
The man squatted down and opened one of the suitcases. Inside were neatly stacked stacks of cash and gold bars.
The exposed banknotes were all in ten-pound denominations, and the gold bars emitted a charming luster.
The man took out an item from a hidden pocket in the suitcase, shook it, and unfolded it.
It was a slightly pale piece of human skin!
It was a complete piece of human skin!
The man quickly took off his clothes and put on the human skin. In just ten seconds, he had transformed into Jason Beria with high cheekbones, blue eyes, and neatly combed hair!
At this point, the scene suddenly shattered, and Klein opened his eyes.
It's no wonder Jason dared to take the risk. It turns out that he has been wearing this human skin for more than ten years and has never revealed his true appearance … As expected of a calm and crazy devil … Klein couldn't help but sigh.
Jason had left his portrait in the house, but it didn't arouse any suspicion from Isengard and company. This was because the surrounding residents had seen him and knew what he looked like. Even without a portrait, with the abilities of the official organization's Beyonders, it was enough to recreate one, and the effect might even be more similar to a photograph than a photograph. Therefore, there was no need for Jason to have no motivation to destroy something like that. This was very understandable.
Who knew that he had left a lure in this most ordinary place! If he were to search according to the portrait, even if the Nighthawks had Sealed Artifact 1-42, it wouldn't be that easy to lock onto the target … Furthermore, he had used his own abilities to conceal his face during his two operations. Who would have thought that the tightly hidden and protected face was fake! Klein sensed a hint of cunning from Jason.
He rubbed his temples and began to recall the scene he had seen in the dream divination.
A house with a glass greenhouse. This characteristic is rather obvious. There aren't many similar buildings in Baekeland! But the problem is, how should I report it? The moment I mentioned this to the Machinery Hivemind, Jason must have already sensed the danger and started to disguise himself …
Should I directly look for the Nighthawks with Sealed Artifact 1-42? What if I encounter someone I know? I don't want to turn into ashes and be scattered into the Tussock River … Besides, I can't rush to report it. I just started my operation, so it's impossible for me to get feedback from the information channels so quickly …
That guy really has a lot of cash and jewelry. A whole box of cash … The total value might exceed 50,000 pounds …
Klein's thoughts raced, and it took him a while to calm down. He decided to wait two days before using the appropriate method to inform the Nighthawks in charge of the revelation he had received.
After the divination came to an end, he returned to the real World, removed his substitute, and squatted on the toilet.
…
In the afternoon, Klein, who was about to leave, casually threw a coin.
This time, the revelation he received was that it wasn't a good time to go out.
"Will it be dangerous if I go out?" Without hesitation, Klein sat back down in the living room.
After about twenty minutes, he heard the doorbell ring. He realized that it was Eichinger Stanton who had come to visit him.
"Mr. Stanton, did you find anything?" Klein asked in delight.
Eichinger pointed to the back of the hall.
"Let's talk inside."
"Alright." Klein made way.
After sitting on two sofas that faced each other, Eichinger held his deerstalker hat and took a deep breath.
"That Desire Apostle has appeared again."
Seeing Klein maintain his silence, he nodded in satisfaction and continued, "The family members of two detectives didn't want to be protected.
"The families of two detectives didn't want to be protected. They felt that they wouldn't be implicated, so they stayed outside. During lunch today, they were found dead in their respective offices. One of them was too terrified and scared himself to death, while the other was too excited and used up the last of his energy.
"They were too stubborn, as expected of the Tyrant's believers. But this way, the Mandated Punishers have officially intervened. It's said that the High-Sequence Beyonders of the Churches and the military have cast their eyes over, placing the matter of the Desire Apostle at the top of their list."
"You wish for me not to divulge your identity as a believer of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom?" Klein asked in enlightenment.
"It's indeed easy to talk among detectives." Eichinger smiled and nodded.
"No problem." Klein first made a promise, then said, "I have some information channels that can't be exposed. If I receive valuable information from them in the future, I hope you can help me pass it to the Nighthawks and keep it a secret."
As for why he was looking for the Nighthawks and not the Machinery Hivemind, he believed that he didn't need to explain it too clearly. With Detective Stanton's intelligence, he could figure it out even if he used his toes.
Eichinger first agreed to Klein's request, then he asked in puzzlement, "Telling me is equivalent to letting Jason know ahead of time.
"Telling me is equivalent to letting Jason know ahead of time."
"I hope I can find a good way to avoid it … Please also help me think of other possibilities. That ring of yours should be able to simulate quite a number of Beyonder powers," Klein replied frankly.
"Alright." Eichinger didn't say anything else.
He pondered for a few seconds, took out his pipe, and took a whiff.
"The Desire Apostle's actions today have confirmed one of my guesses. Heh heh, it's also the problem you thought of before."
"His main goal isn't revenge?" Klein understood what he was saying.
Eichinger leaned forward and said solemnly,
"Since Jason has already passed the 'Cold-Blooded' stage, it means that he has definitely become cold-blooded. It's impossible for him to do this for that Devilhound.
"Sherlock, look. Up to now, all the official Beyonder factions in Baekeland have been mobilized. Even the High-Sequence Beyonders have shifted their attention to this matter. At this time, if Jason wants to deal with the other real target, wouldn't it be much easier?"
Klein pondered for a moment before replying in a deep voice,
"That makes sense!"
… …
After chatting for a while, Eichinger continued looking for Kaslana. Klein tossed a coin and headed for the Quelaag Club as planned.
For the time being, they didn't reveal their guesses to the official Beyonders, afraid that it would harm Jason and cause him to give up on the operation.
As soon as he entered the Quelaag Club, Klein met Surgeon Allen in the lobby.
"Long time no see," he greeted with a smile.
"I've been too busy recently." Allen replied in a friendly manner, but he maintained his cold expression out of habit. "Besides, my wife has recently gotten pregnant. I'm going to be a father again."
"Congratulations. When did it happen?" Klein asked casually.
Allen thought for a moment and said, "It was recently confirmed.
"It was confirmed recently. It should have been more than a month."
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