Crane walked out of the house in the afternoon sun.

Because he had to walk from Iron Cross to Welch's residence, he changed his formal attire, top hat and leather boots, and changed it to a linen shirt, an old brown jacket, a round-edged felt hat and old leather shoes, so that he would not have to worry about the smell of sweat tainting the valuable set.

Following Daffodil Street, he slowly walked towards Iron Cross Street, and when he passed the corner square, he subconsciously looked at it.

The tent had disappeared, and the previous circus had already finished the performance and left the place.

Klein had imagined that the beast trainer who helped her divine was actually a hidden powerful man. Because she discovered her own specialty, she came to guide her specifically. There would definitely be meetings and hints in the future. However, nothing happened, and she began the next journey with the circus.

There were no such many routines... Klein laughed and shook his head, turning to Iron Cross.

Iron Cross Street is not just one, but is formed by two roads intersecting, just like its name.

With the intersection as the core, it is divided into Left Street, Right Street, Upper Street and Lower Street. The apartment where Klein, Benson and Melissa lived before is located in Lower Street.

However, the people living in the apartment and the surrounding people do not think that it is the Lower Street nearby, but created the term "middle Street" to distinguish it from the gathering area of ​​the poor at the extension of the road two hundred meters away.

There, a bedroom may squeeze in five, six, or even ten people.

Klein walked on the edge of the streets of Left Street, his thoughts spread out, remembering the notes of the Bentigenus family, its disappearance, the importance of the night watchman, and the bloody incident that came from it.

His mood gradually became heavier and his face became gloomy.

At this moment, a familiar voice came into his ears:

"Little Klein."

Well... Klein turned his head in confusion and found himself walking to the door of the "Sling Bakery", and the gray-haired Mrs. Wendy was greeting with a soft smile.

"You don't look too happy?" Wendy spoke warmly.

Klein rubbed his face and said:

"A little bit."

"No matter how much trouble you have, tomorrow will come eventually." Mrs. Wendy smiled, "Come on, help me try my new sweet iced tea. I don't know if it suits the taste of the locals."

"Native, aren't you Mrs. Slin?" Klein shook his head in a hilarious way.

It should be free to give it a try?

Wendy Sling raised the corner of her mouth and said:

"You guessed it right, I was actually from the South. I followed my husband to Tingen. This happened more than 40 years ago. Haha, Benson was not born at that time, and your father and mother had not even met him."

“I’ve always been a little unaccustomed to the food style of the north, I always miss the food from my hometown, pork sausage, potato bread, baked pancakes, lard fried vegetables, and barbecue with special sauces.”

"Well, I miss Sweet Ice Tea, too..."

Klein smiled:

"Mrs. Slin, this is really a hungry topic...but I feel much better, thank you."

"Gourmet always heals sadness." Wendy handed Klein a cup of brown-red liquid. "I made my sweet iced tea based on my memories, let's try it or not."

After Klein thanked him, he took a sip and felt that the drink had the taste of iced black tea on earth, but it was not so stimulating. The tea taste was stronger and the refreshing feeling was even more, which immediately dispelled the burning heat brought by the radiance of the sun.

"Very great!" he exclaimed.

"Then I'll be relieved." Wendy narrowed her eyes with a smile and looked at Klein with kindness to finish the sweet iced tea.

After chatting with Mrs. Slyn about moving a new home, Klein returned to the most familiar street.

In the afternoon, there were a lot fewer street vendors here. They would not gather again until half past five, and the rest were also indifferent and looked depressed.

As soon as he turned into this place, Klein's mood suddenly became inexplicably gloomy, with an indescribable sense of depression, depression and gloomy.

What's going on? He noticed something wrong with him, and immediately paused and looked around, but he didn't see anything strange.

After thinking about it, Klein raised his hand and tapped his eyebrows twice as if he was thinking.

As his sight saw, there was a change immediately, and the auras of the street vendors and several pedestrians appeared.

Before Crane could examine their healthy colors, she was attracted by the richness and bleakness that symbolized emotions.

He could not judge the specific thoughts of the observer, but the pessimism, numbness and depression were deeply impressed in his heart.

Looking around, he found that there were such dark tones nearby, and even the sun could not dispel them.

This is a depression that has been infected with countless days, months and years.

Seeing this, Klein understood the reason immediately.

As Old Neil said, the self who turns on the spiritual vision can easily feel uncomfortable because of entering a strange environment, and is easily infected by other people's emotions.

Similar truths can also be used on the ability of "inspiration" - this is a ability that can be obtained without additional learning after becoming a "divinator". It is a passive and irresistible sensing, which can directly detect the existence of some abnormal situations.

And the perception will definitely have a certain degree of interaction. Therefore, in the extraordinary eyes of "spiritors", everyone's inspiration is so obvious, just like a torch in the dark. Therefore, people with high inspiration will naturally and easily be affected by abnormal and strong atmospheres. They can only be grasped, controlled, and adapted through repeated practice.

"This kind of suppressed 'hues' may take a long time to form, right?" Klein sighed and shook his head, touched.

He tapped his eyebrows twice again and tried to restrain his spirituality.

Da, Da, Da, Klein walked towards the apartment step by step, sensing other possible abnormalities and subtle connections, in order to find the Antigonus family notes hidden by "self".

As usual, the streets were dirty water and garbage. They were not clean until the door of the apartment.

Klein pushed open the half-closed door and walked around the first floor in the darkness that the sun could not reach.

He walked up one step, causing the wooden stairs to make a creaking sound.

The second floor was as lacking as ever, and Klein indulged in “inspiration” and looked straight into the dimness.

However, not only did he fail to find clues to the notes, he did not even see an invisible spirit body.

"If it could be so easy to meet, most ordinary people would not not be able to detect the existence of extraordinary things..." Klein sighed himself.

He has already understood that most "spirits" do not exist in the form of spiritual bodies, but in the form of spirituality, and must be "spiritors" to communicate effectively.

After taking a walk to the third floor, Klein left the apartment and walked along the road in his memory to Welch's residence.

He walked for an hour but still couldn't find anything on the way.

Standing outside the garden villa, Klein looked at the house through the locked iron door, muttering to himself:

"Welch's family shouldn't be searched, right? The captain and Ms. Daly have definitely searched the carpet-style..."

"And I don't have the key here, so I can't climb over the wall..."

"Let's try another route tomorrow..."

"I walked so many ways today, but I don't have a ranking of steps..."

While complaining, Klein turned around and headed to the nearby block, planning to take a public carriage to Black Thorn Security Company, take out the thirty bullets that he had collected today, and seize the time to practice.

The "Divorcer" lacks fast and effective attack methods, and can only make up for it by relying on revolvers and canes!

The area near Welch's residence is quite clean, and there are many shops with bright windows on both sides of the street.

Turning across the intersection, Klein was about to look for the public carriage point, and his eyes suddenly swept to several signs on the second floor opposite:

“Harolds Department Store.”

“Veterans Club.”

“Divine Club.”

...

Divination Club... Klein silently recited the name and suddenly thought about the fact that he wanted to "play" the divinationist.

Well, go and take a look...looking for new ideas...

With a lot of thoughts, Klein walked across the street, came to the opposite side, climbed to the second floor, entered the hall, and stood in front of the beautiful lady in charge of the reception.

The woman, wearing her brown hair, looked at Klein with a smile and said:

"Sir, do you want to divine or join our club?"

"What are the conditions for joining?" Klein asked casually.

The lady with brown hair tied up high in her hair familiarly introduced:

"Fill in the detailed information and pay the annual membership fee, the first time is 5 pounds, and then 1 pound per year. Don't worry, we are not like those political or business clubs, we must get the recommendation of official members to join."

“Members can use the club’s conference room and various divination rooms for free, divination tools, enjoy the coffee and tea we provide for free, read the newspapers and magazines we ordered for free, and buy lunch, dinner, alcohol and beverages and some divination teaching materials and divination materials.”

"And, we will ask at least one famous fortune teller to give lectures every month to answer questions."

"The most important thing is that you can find a group of friends with the same hobbies and share experiences with each other."

It sounds good, however, I don't have money... Klein laughed at himself and asked instead:

"What if you want to divine?"
Chapter completed!