Sis, you really like to worry too much. No, you're too meticulous in your thinking! Klein's mind jolted when he heard that. He immediately smiled.
He immediately smiled and said, "Melissa, your worries are very reasonable. I'm indeed a little hungry. Yes, I'll go up and change my clothes and take a shower."
Although he was already secretly gulping, confirming Instigator Trissy's whereabouts was more important!
No one knew if this fellow would take revenge on society in an even crazier manner!
"Okay." Melissa didn't look up as she continued her studies.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Klein quickly ran to the second floor and entered his bedroom.
He locked the door, took off his coat, removed the holster under his armpit, and took out a simple silver knife from the drawer.
After sealing the room with a wall of spirituality, he took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and took four steps counterclockwise.
Accompanied by the incantations of "Celestial Worthy of Immeasurable Blessings," Klein, who was getting used to the crazy ravings that tore at his mind, once again appeared in the towering palace above the gray fog.
Having used the ritual several times today, he massaged his Sun acupoint in exhaustion, causing a piece of yellowish-brown goatskin to appear on the long bronze table.
Klein thought about it seriously and wrote the divination statement after some deliberation.
"Trissy's whereabouts."
He wasn't sure if the name was correct, but he had the other party's specific characteristics and detailed information as a guide.
With the goatskin in hand, Klein leaned back in his chair and recalled the matters regarding Trissy in his mind. Then, he silently recited the divination statement seven times.
He emptied his mind, closed his eyes, and with the help of Cogitation, he quickly entered a dream.
In a foggy illusory scene, he saw a steam locomotive that spewed thick smoke and sparks. He saw two rows of leather seats and a clean and tidy carriage.
The gentle and sweet Trissy, who had a round face and long, narrow eyes, was sitting by the window. On the table in front of her was a hat inlaid with fine checkered black muslin.
Klein carefully tried to identify the train number, but he couldn't see it.
Not long after, he exited the dream unbearably, his eyes reflecting the ancient mottled bronze table and the illusory crimson stars.
I can only confirm that Trissy is leaving Tingen on a steam locomotive. There aren't any other clues … Sigh, it seems like this mysterious space is mainly helping me eliminate any interference. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's improving my divination skills … Klein tapped the edge of the table with his finger as he thought about his next move.
Through this divination, he was completely certain that the target was the former Instigator, Tris. However, with the other party having escaped from Tingen, he didn't think that the outcome would be of any help to Dunn.
Captain has already said to send a telegram to Baekeland, Enmat Harbor, and all the major stations along the railway. Trissy is wanted throughout the country … I won't report the results of this divination to prevent suspicion … Klein quickly made a decision. This was because, regardless of his reminder, Dunn was using the most appropriate method to follow up.
And in a situation where he couldn't see the train number clearly through dream divination, using spirit pendulums and other methods wouldn't yield an effective result, even if he used a method of elimination.
A similar situation also included the matter with the red chimney.
At that moment, he felt mentally drained. He didn't stay above the gray fog for too long. He wrapped his spirituality around himself and simulated the experience of falling.
By the time he "returned" to his room, his mind was filled with images of oily lamb chops.
I have to sprinkle some fennel on it … Praise the Lady! Klein swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He quickly removed the wall of spirituality and opened the door.
…
The next day, he entered the Blackthorn Security Company with his cane in hand.
"Good morning, Klein. I have good news!" Roshan, who was behind the reception desk, waved her hand excitedly.
Klein's eyes lit up.
"You caught Trissy?"
"Trissy? Who is she? "Roshan, who was wearing a light green dress, looked confused.
"… You don't have to know her. What's the good news?" Klein changed the topic.
Roshan smiled brightly as she replied, "The Captain's request has been approved.
The police department will be transferring two police officers who have come into contact with supernatural incidents to do administrative work! I finally don't have to stay up all night. Praise the Lady! "
"That's really good news …" Klein echoed sincerely.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Roshan, he passed through the partition and headed underground, intending to continue his mysticism lessons.
When he passed by the Captain's office and the Nighthawks' recreation room, he peeked his head out and saw that Dunn, Leonard, and the others were there. This meant that the search and investigation last night didn't yield any good results. It would be handed over to the police department for them to handle the tedious follow-up work.
Klein had wanted to chat with the Captain to grasp the latest situation, but seeing that he was busy writing manuscripts and sending telegrams, he had no choice but to leave silently and not disturb him. He planned to ask at noon.
He followed the flight of stairs underground and saw two rows of elegant gas lamps surrounded by a metal grid. He saw the light that penetrated the glass and the silent and unchanging corridor.
Breathing in the cool breeze, Klein took a few steps and suddenly stopped.
He suddenly shifted his gaze to the gas lamps, and his brows gradually furrowed.
He realized that he had made a common sense mistake!
A mistake that could only be made with common sense on Earth!
Last night, during his divination above the gray fog, Klein had seen Trissy riding a steam locomotive into the distance, so he had subconsciously determined that it was something that was currently happening.
However, no one in this World had invented electric lights or similar devices. There were almost no steam locomotives that carried people after dark, and this was something that Klein, who was used to seeing green trains traveling at night, had instinctively overlooked!
That meant that it wasn't something that happened last night!
That was the future he had foreseen!
It was something that would happen today or tomorrow in the daytime!
Klein's heart tightened. He paced back and forth before running back upstairs.
He knocked on the door of the recreation room and saw Leonard reciting a poem by the window with a helpless look.
Ignoring Kenley, Royale, and Seeka Tron, Klein looked at Leonard.
"I have a question for you."
"Do you want to learn how to amuse the ladies?" Leonard put down Rosell's Selected Poems and teased him.
He walked out of the entertainment room and followed Klein to the middle of the staircase that led underground. He stared into Klein's eyes and chuckled.
He stared into Klein's eyes and said with a chuckle, "It looks like you did a very effective divination last night."
Klein didn't explain and directly said,
He said directly, "I divined that Trissy was riding a steam locomotive into the distance."
After the conversation at the West Borough workhouse yesterday, he didn't mind appearing a little "special" in front of Leonard.
"Steam locomotive. The earliest one is at seven …" Leonard took out his pocket watch from his shirt pocket and snapped it open. "I can't delay any longer! I'll tell the Captain that I've received reliable information. "
He quickly went upstairs and left the Blackthorn Security Company. After staying downstairs for a few minutes, he returned and entered Dunn Smith's office.
Klein heaved a sigh of relief and watched as the Nighthawks who were playing cards were summoned. Then, the Captain rushed out after sending another telegram.
Recalling what had happened just now, he had mixed feelings. Different from the warning given by the death of the suited clown, this time, a similar mistake had happened to him. It seemed that he had learned a lot, and the lesson was even more profound.
He turned into the armory and entered the guard's room. He took off his hat and coat with familiarity and hung them on the coat rack.
Old Neil had just finished making his hand-ground coffee. He took a sip happily and said,
"Want a drink?"
"Okay." Klein sat down, as comfortable as if he had returned home.
Old Neil glanced at him and mumbled, "That's right.
"Or three sweets and a spoonful of milk? You're such a sweet guy. It's not good for your teeth or your body. "
"No, no, no. It's just that I like it sweeter when I drink coffee. And when I fry steak or roast meat, I prefer seasonings like rose salt, black pepper, and fennel." Klein had always thought of himself as a fan of all tastes.
Old Neil quickly made the coffee and pushed it over.
"Do you want to take a break or do you want to start directly?"
"Let me calm down for a few minutes. The Captain and the others have received information on Trissy's whereabouts. They're rushing to the steam locomotive station. I wonder what the outcome will be …" Klein sighed.
Old Neil tsked.
"Is the information detailed? Are you sure which train it is? "
"No, I'm not sure," Klein said with pursed lips.
Old Neil immediately laughed and said, "Under such circumstances, the chances of failure are far higher than the chances of success. Trissy should be Sequence 7. A Beyonder at this level isn't that easy to catch. Heh heh, don't think about relying on divination. It's not omnipotent. You will only obtain a symbol. If you're not careful, you might misinterpret it or miss something."
Klein recalled the mistake he had made and felt deeply touched. He nodded from the bottom of his heart.
"That's right. Divination isn't omnipotent."
After saying that, he sighed. His body and mind suddenly entered a magical state. He leaned back slightly and attempted to exhale. But at that moment, he heard an illusory shattering sound.
He was shocked to discover that something in his body was dissolving and fusing with his mind.
It was an indescribable and unique feeling. Klein half-closed his eyes and quietly experienced it.
He didn't need anyone to remind him. He knew that it was a sign that the Seer potion had been completely digested.
…
The first town that the Tussock River passed through after passing through Tingen was called Venia. It was also the first steam locomotive station on the way to Baekeland after leaving Tingen.
On the platform, Trissy had changed into a beige dress and wore a round-brimmed lady's hat. A black veil hung down from the brim of the hat, covering most of her face. It made her appearance blurry and difficult to identify.
She had already sent a telegram to her companions in Tingen to remind them to be careful. She had also used the items she had stolen to buy a ticket for the steam locomotive to Baekeland.
The reason why she didn't board the train at Tingen station and instead floated downstream to Venia was that Trissy still had the instincts and rich experience of an assassin.
Whoosh!
Amidst the sharp and long whistle, the steel train that was as tall as a monster came to a stop beside the platform, spewing out sparks of smoke.
Trissy didn't bring any luggage with her. She directly boarded the first-class carriage. At the same time, she decided to alight immediately after three stops and use another method to get to Baekeland.
…
In the basement of Saint Selena Cathedral, Klein closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
He felt the complete digestion of the potion and vaguely saw illusory stars one after another. Those stars had an inexplicable connection with his body, as if they wanted to gather together and become one.
After an indescribable feeling of hunger and thirst subsided, Klein returned to normal and didn't have any additional insights.
But my mind is a lot more relaxed and pure … he opened his eyes and added silently.
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