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 contaminating the valuable set.
Along the Narcissus 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 started the next journey with the circus.
There were no so 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, and the apartment where Klein, Benson and Melissa were previously living is located on 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, and he remembered the notes of the Bentigenus family, his unknown end, his attention to the night-time people, and the bloody incident that came from it.
His mood slowly became heavy and his face became gloomy.
At this moment, a familiar voice came into his ears:
Klein Jr.
Well... Klein turned his head in confusion and found himself walking to the door of Slynn's 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 many worries you have, tomorrow will eventually come.Mrs. Wendy smiled and said, Come and try my new sweet iced tea, I don't know if it suits the taste of the locals.
Locals, aren't you Mrs. Sling yourself?Klein shook his head in a funny way.
It should be free to give it a try, right?
Wendy Sling raised the corner of her mouth and said:
You guessed it right, I was actually from the south, and 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 have always been a little unaccustomed to the food style of the north, always missing the food from my hometown, missing pork sausage, missing potato bread, baked pancakes, missing lard fried vegetables, and missing the barbecue with special sauces.
Well, I miss Sweet Ice Tea too...
Klein smiled:
Mrs. Slyn, this is a really hungry topic...but I feel much better, thank you.
Food always heals sadness.Wendy handed Klein a cup of brown-red liquid, and I made my sweet iced tea based on my memories, let's try it.
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 instantly dispelled the burning heat brought by the radiance of the sun.
Very good!He exclaimed.
Then I'll feel relieved.Wendy narrowed her eyes with a smile, and watched Crane 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 inactive and depressed.
As soon as he turned into this place, Klein's mood suddenly became inexplicably gloomy, with an indescribable sense of depression, depression and grey.
What's going on?He keenly noticed something wrong with him, and immediately paused and looked around, but he did not see anything strange.
After thinking about it, Klein raised his hand and tapped his eyebrows twice as if he was thinking.
As soon as he saw, a change occurred immediately, and the auras of the street vendors and several pedestrians appeared.
Before Klein could examine their healthy colors, he was attracted by the rich and bleakness that symbolized his 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 be dispelled.
This is a depression that has been infected with countless days, months and years.
Seeing this, Klein immediately understood the reason.
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 inspiration. This is a ability that can be obtained after becoming a diviner without additional learning. 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 psychics, 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 an abnormal and strong atmosphere, and can only be grasped, controlled, and adapted through repeated practice.
Such a suppressed "hue" 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 notes of the Antigonus family that were hidden by himself.
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 went up one step, causing the wooden stairs to creak continuously.
The second floor was as lacking as ever, and Klein indulged inspiration and looked straight into the dimness.
However, not only did he fail to find clues to the notes, he even did not see a single invisible spirit body.
If it were so easy to meet, most ordinary people would not have been unable to detect the existence of extraordinary things... Klein sighed himself.
He has understood that most spirits do not exist in the form of spirits, but in spirits, and they must be communicated effectively by psychics.
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 house shouldn't be looking for it?The captain and Ms. Daly have surely carpet-style searches…
And I don’t have the key here, so I can’t climb over the wall…
Let's try another route tomorrow...
I have walked so many ways today, but I have no 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 spent today, and seize the time to practice.
The diviner lacks fast and effective attack methods, and can only be compensated by 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 suddenly glanced at several signs on the second floor opposite:
Harolds Department Store.
Veterans Club.
Divination club.
……
Divination Club... Klein silently recited the name and suddenly thought about his intention to play the divination club.
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 do divination 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 that must be recommended by official members to join.
Members can use the club's conference room and various divination rooms and divination tools for free, enjoy the coffee and tea we provide for free, read the newspapers and magazines we subscribe for free, and buy lunch, dinner, alcohol and beverages, and some divination teaching materials and divination materials for cost-effectiveness.
Moreover, we will invite at least one famous fortune teller to give lectures every month to answer questions.
Most importantly, you can find a group of friends with the same hobbies and be able to 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?
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 contaminating the valuable set.
Along the Narcissus 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 started the next journey with the circus.
There were no so 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, and the apartment where Klein, Benson and Melissa were previously living is located on 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, and he remembered the notes of the Bentigenus family, his unknown end, his attention to the night-time people, and the bloody incident that came from it.
His mood slowly became heavy and his face became gloomy.
At this moment, a familiar voice came into his ears:
Klein Jr.
Well... Klein turned his head in confusion and found himself walking to the door of Slynn's 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 many worries you have, tomorrow will eventually come.Mrs. Wendy smiled and said, Come and try my new sweet iced tea, I don't know if it suits the taste of the locals.
Locals, aren't you Mrs. Sling yourself?Klein shook his head in a funny way.
It should be free to give it a try, right?
Wendy Sling raised the corner of her mouth and said:
You guessed it right, I was actually from the south, and 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 have always been a little unaccustomed to the food style of the north, always missing the food from my hometown, missing pork sausage, missing potato bread, baked pancakes, missing lard fried vegetables, and missing the barbecue with special sauces.
Well, I miss Sweet Ice Tea too...
Klein smiled:
Mrs. Slyn, this is a really hungry topic...but I feel much better, thank you.
Food always heals sadness.Wendy handed Klein a cup of brown-red liquid, and I made my sweet iced tea based on my memories, let's try it.
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 instantly dispelled the burning heat brought by the radiance of the sun.
Very good!He exclaimed.
Then I'll feel relieved.Wendy narrowed her eyes with a smile, and watched Crane 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 inactive and depressed.
As soon as he turned into this place, Klein's mood suddenly became inexplicably gloomy, with an indescribable sense of depression, depression and grey.
What's going on?He keenly noticed something wrong with him, and immediately paused and looked around, but he did not see anything strange.
After thinking about it, Klein raised his hand and tapped his eyebrows twice as if he was thinking.
As soon as he saw, a change occurred immediately, and the auras of the street vendors and several pedestrians appeared.
Before Klein could examine their healthy colors, he was attracted by the rich and bleakness that symbolized his 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 be dispelled.
This is a depression that has been infected with countless days, months and years.
Seeing this, Klein immediately understood the reason.
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 inspiration. This is a ability that can be obtained after becoming a diviner without additional learning. 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 psychics, 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 an abnormal and strong atmosphere, and can only be grasped, controlled, and adapted through repeated practice.
Such a suppressed "hue" 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 notes of the Antigonus family that were hidden by himself.
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 went up one step, causing the wooden stairs to creak continuously.
The second floor was as lacking as ever, and Klein indulged inspiration and looked straight into the dimness.
However, not only did he fail to find clues to the notes, he even did not see a single invisible spirit body.
If it were so easy to meet, most ordinary people would not have been unable to detect the existence of extraordinary things... Klein sighed himself.
He has understood that most spirits do not exist in the form of spirits, but in spirits, and they must be communicated effectively by psychics.
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 house shouldn't be looking for it?The captain and Ms. Daly have surely carpet-style searches…
And I don’t have the key here, so I can’t climb over the wall…
Let's try another route tomorrow...
I have walked so many ways today, but I have no 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 spent today, and seize the time to practice.
The diviner lacks fast and effective attack methods, and can only be compensated by 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 suddenly glanced at several signs on the second floor opposite:
Harolds Department Store.
Veterans Club.
Divination club.
……
Divination Club... Klein silently recited the name and suddenly thought about his intention to play the divination club.
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 do divination 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 that must be recommended by official members to join.
Members can use the club's conference room and various divination rooms and divination tools for free, enjoy the coffee and tea we provide for free, read the newspapers and magazines we subscribe for free, and buy lunch, dinner, alcohol and beverages, and some divination teaching materials and divination materials for cost-effectiveness.
Moreover, we will invite at least one famous fortune teller to give lectures every month to answer questions.
Most importantly, you can find a group of friends with the same hobbies and be able to 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?
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