The true psychic... Klein silently recited this description, without speaking any more, and followed Dunn Smith out of the carriage.

Welch's residence in Tingen is a single-family house with a garden. Outside the hollowed-out iron door is a road that allows four carriages to drive at the same time. There is a street light every fifty meters on both sides of the road. They are different from what Klein had seen in his previous life. They are gas lamps. The height of the column is slightly equal to that of an adult man, making it convenient for ignition and lighting.

The black metal clings to the glass, surrounding the grid, casting classical "works of art" like lanterns, dancing with coldness and warmth, and shadows and light are there.

Stepping on the dimly covered road, Klein and Dunn Smith entered the place where Welch rented through the half-closed iron gate.

Opposite the gate is a path for two carriages to drive, covered with cement and leads directly to the two-story house.

On the left is the garden and on the right is the lawn. The faint fragrance of flowers and refreshing smell are intertwined, making people feel refreshed.

As soon as he stepped in, Klein suddenly stood up and looked around.

He felt that in the garden, in the shadow of the lawn, on the roof of the house, behind the swing, in the dim corners, there were pairs of eyes staring at him!

It was clear that it was empty and deserted, but Klein seemed to be in a bustling street.

This strange contrast and this strange feeling made his body tense and the cold air went up from his tail vertebra.

"There's a problem!" He couldn't help but remind Dunn.

Dunn walked to the side with his expression unchanged, and replied casually:

"Don't care."

Seeing that "night watcher" said this, Klein endured the creepy feeling of being followed, being spyed, but could not find the target, and came step by step to the main entrance of a single-family house.

I will be nervous after staying like this for a long time... When Dunn reached out to knock on the door, Klein quickly looked back and looked at it. The flowers swayed in the wind and there was no one.

"Come in, gentlemen." A slightly ethereal voice came from the room.

Dunn twisted the handle, pushed the door and said to the woman sitting on the sofa:

"Daly, is there any result?"

The chandeliers in the living room were not lit up, and leather sofas with one main and two layouts were surrounded by a coffee table made of marble.

A candle was lit on the coffee table, but the flames were bright blue, covering the semi-open layout of the living room, dining room and kitchen with a layer of swaying and weird colors.

A woman sat in the middle of the couch, wearing a hooded black robe, wearing blue eyeshadow and blush, and silver chains with white crystal pendants hanging on her wrist were wrapped around her exposed wrists.

When Klein saw her for the first time, he felt inexplicably: he dressed like a real psychic...

Is this playing yourself?

Daley, the "spiritor" with a strange beauty, swept across Klein with her flickering green eyes and looked at Dunn Smith:

"The original spirits disappeared, including Welch and Naya's, and the little guys here now don't know anything."

Spirit? Spiritual... Those who could not see the lookers just now were spirits? There were so many spirits? Klein took off his hat, put it on his chest, bowed slightly and said:

"Good evening, ma'am."

Dunn Smith sighed:

“It’s really tricky…”

"Daly, this is Klein Moretti, try to find something from him."

"Psychic" Daley's gaze suddenly turned to Klein, pointing to the single sofa in the sub-position and said:

"Please sit."

"Thank you." Klein nodded, took a few steps, sat down honestly, and raised his heart unconsciously.

Whether it is life or death, whether it is through smoothly, or whether it is secretly exposed depends on the development ahead!

What makes me most powerless is that I lack something to rely on and can only rely on special hopes...

This is really a very bad feeling... Klein thought bitterly.

As Dunn sat on the double sofa opposite him, "Psychic" Daley took out two thumb-sized glass bottles from the dark bag around her waist.

Her green eyes looked at Klein and said:

"I need a little help. After all, you are not an enemy. You can't treat it so directly and roughly. It will make you uncomfortable, feel pain, and even leave serious sequelae. I will give you some fragrance, give you enough gentleness and lubrication, so that you can let go of yourself a little bit and truly immerse yourself in that feeling."

Why doesn't this sound right? Klein was shocked and his eyes were surprised.

Dunn on the opposite side smiled and said:

"Don't be surprised, unlike the guys in the Storm Lord Church, here we are also able to tease men verbally. You should be able to understand that your mother is a devout believer of the goddess, and you and your brother have also attended the church's Sunday school."

"I understand, but I didn't expect that this would be like this..." Kleinby gestured and couldn't find a suitable adjective, and almost blurted out the corresponding translation of "old driver".

Dunn said with his lips curled up:

"Don't worry, Daly rarely does this. She just wants to calm and relax you in this way. She likes corpses more than men."

"You said I'm like a pervert." "Psychic" Dale interrupted with a smile.

She opened one of the small bottles and sprinkled a few drops into the bright blue candlestick:

"The silence of night herbs, deep sleep flowers, chamomile mixed with distilled and extracted from the pure dew, I call it 'Amanda', the meaning of tranquility in Hermith is very smelly."

While speaking, the candlelight shook a few times, and the drops of pure dew evaporated quickly and filled the room.

A quiet and charming fragrance penetrated Klein's nose. His emotions were no longer tense. His heart was quickly calm, as if he was looking down at the darkness in the dead of night.

"This bottle is called 'Eye of Spirit'. It is made of the bark of the dragon-patterned tree and poplar tree. The leaves are sun-dried for seven days, boiled three times, and soaked in Langqi wine. Of course, there will be a few spells in the middle..." The amber liquid dripped onto the bright blue candlelight accompanied by the description of "Psychicist" Dailey.

Klein smelled the scent of wine, the ethereal and erratic smell of wine. He saw the candlelight shaking violently, and saw Daley's blue eyeshadow and blush with a weird luster, and even a ghost appeared.

"It is a good helper for psychics and a charming flower spirit..."

As Daly said, Klein felt her voice come from all directions.

Looking around in confusion, Klein found that everything was shaking and blurring, like layers of thick fog covering her body, shaking, blurring, and then floating, losing weight.

The red ones are redder, the blue ones are bluer, and the black ones are blacker. The colors are mixed like impressionist oil paintings, blurred and dreamy, while the whispers around them are coming in waves, as if countless invisible people are talking about it.

"This is similar to what I felt when I was doing the 'transfer ceremony' before, but there is no such smell that makes people crazy and want to explode..." Klein thought in confusion as he looked at all this.

At this moment, his gaze was attracted by a pair of crystal-like emerald eyes. Daly, in a black robe, sat on the blurred "sofa", his eyes strangely focused on Klein's head, and said with a gentle smile:

"I'll get to know me, 'Psychic' Daley."

This... I can still think calmly and rationally... Just like the 'transfer ceremony' and the "gathering"... Clay thought and deliberately showed a confused state: "Hello..."

"Human thinking is very broad, and there are many hidden secrets. Look, in that sea, all we can know is the island exposed on the sea. But in fact, under the sea, there are larger parts of the island. But in fact, in addition to the island, there is also the entire sea, and the boundless sky symbolizing the spiritual world..."

"You are the spirit of the body. You not only know the islands exposed on the sea, but also the part of the islands hidden under the sea, and the entire sea...

"Anyone who exists will leave traces. The memories on the surface of the island can be erased, but the part under the sea and the entire sea must have its remaining corresponding projections..."

Daly induced it over and over again, and the blurred wind and shadows around him also changed into similar shapes, just like Klein's soul sea was completely exposed here, waiting for him to find and discover it himself.

Klein looked at him calmly, "turning" the sea from time to time, and finally replied in a misty tone:

"No...I can't remember...I forgot..."

He showed pain just right.

Daly tried to induce it again, but the sober Crane was not affected.

"Okay, let's end here and go back."

"Go back."

“Go back…”

As his ethereal voice lingers, Daly disappears, the wind and shadow begin to calm down, and the quiet smell and the faint fragrance of wine become obvious again.

All colors returned to normal, and the fuzzy feeling no longer appeared. Klein's body trembled for a moment, regaining the weight.

He opened his eyes that he closed at some point and found that the bright blue candle in front of him was still the comfortable sitting Dunn Smith, and the "spiritor" Dale in a black robe with a hood.

"Why did you use the theory of those evil madmen who have used the psychological alchemy?" Dunn frowned slightly and looked at Daly.

While putting away the two small bottles, Daly answered calmly:

"I think it's quite right, at least it's in line with some of the things I've seen and touched..."

Before Dunn could speak again, she spread her hands and said:

"It's a tricky guy, no trace left."

Hearing this sentence, Klein next to him breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a pretentious manner:

"It's over? What happened just now? I felt like I had a sleep..."

Is this considered passing?

Fortunately, there was an "exercise" of the "transport ceremony"!

"Think so." Dunn interrupted him and looked at the "Psychist" Dalee, "Have you examined the bodies of Welch and Naya?"

"The corpse can tell us more than you think. Unfortunately, Welch and Naya did commit suicide. It can only be said that the power that affected them is fearful and there is no trace left." Daly stood up and reached out to the candle, "I'm going to rest."

The bright blue light disappeared, and the house was instantly filled with blurred crimson.

…………

"Congratulations, you can go home, but you must remember that you cannot tell your family and friends about this, you must guarantee it." Dunn led Klein all the way to the gate.
To be continued...