Inside the small theater of Rice Circus.

As long as it feels familiar, there is no problem for a fortune teller to not remember it. Klein pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, leaned back slightly, and whispered a few words almost silently.

Then, he closed his eyes for more than ten seconds as if he was resting, but in fact he fell asleep quickly with the help of meditation and received dream hints.

It was a rather dim room, with only a candle flickering with a dim flame on the coffee table. The people sitting around were all wearing black hooded robes and iron masks that only covered the upper half of their faces.

Klein deliberately rubbed his brows, opened his eyes, and continued to watch the animal taming show.

He had already deciphered the revelation and understood the source of the familiarity:

The scene in the dream was the gathering of extraordinary people convened by the old man "Eye of Wisdom".

There is a pharmacist with a chubby face who likes to remind others in a sarcastic way. He is obviously a kind-hearted guy, but he always gives people the feeling that he deserves a beating.

Could it be that "pharmacist"? Not likely. When did he learn to tame animals? According to the internal records of the Nighthawks, the "pharmacist"'s spiritual vision is not like that of the "fortune teller". They can distinguish the colors of emotions in detail. Well, they are good at aura colors... Klein's thoughts slowly spread out, and it did not affect his appreciation of the performance on the stage.

In his spiritual vision, the emotions of the black bear, tiger and curly-haired baboon were indeed unstable. If they were stimulated to a certain extent, they would most likely explode on the spot. This indirectly confirmed that the chubby man who had just spoken was not making trouble. He seemed to be able to read the thoughts of the three animals and understand their impulses.

With his reminder, although the trainer became more angry and his face darkened, he instinctively softened his movements and was much more careful, and the performance ended smoothly.

After that, there was a simple but hilarious play, and only at the end did the magician come on to perform.

The magician was wearing a tuxedo, a bow tie of the same color, and a tall, big top hat. As soon as he started on stage, he started breathing fire from his mouth, which immediately made the audience in the venue cheer and applaud.

It’s a very simple technique... Klein, whose eyesight is considered to be very outstanding and who has watched many magic teaching programs, only took a glance and understood the key.

Next, the magician performed classic tricks such as escaping from a secret box, flying pigeons with hats removed, taking out flowers, and card magic. Klein thought he could easily see through every trick of the other party, but he was shocked to find that at some times, he gained nothing at all because his attention was drawn to what the other party wanted and he ignored the key details.

He obviously doesn't have extraordinary abilities, but his tricks can still deceive my eyes. Well, the key is the control of attention... The second rule of a magician is to fully mobilize the target's attention to achieve the desired effect? ​​Klein made a guess in his mind, not sure whether it was right or wrong.

This requires feedback from "role playing".

At this moment, the magician's performance ended, and the audience gave warm applause and cheers without hesitation. The atmosphere in the venue reached its peak in the afternoon.

"Haha, the third rule is that a magician's performance needs to be applauded by the audience?" Klein muttered to himself half-jokingly and half-speculating.

A little after three o'clock, he tugged at the collar of his black double-breasted frock coat, stood up and left the theater. He did not try to approach the chubby man who looked like a pharmacist, but quietly memorized the other's appearance, thinking that a hasty "chat" might result in an excessive reaction.

Taking the horse-drawn tram, Klein returned to Minsk Street.

The carriage was divided into two floors, each with passengers sitting on it. Klein followed convention and chose a window seat on the bottom floor.

The carriage stopped and started for a while. Ben, who was half closing his eyes and thinking about the inspirations just now, suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart and became sober and rational, just like the reaction when someone forcibly invaded his dream or was directly communicated with by spirits.

At this moment, he knew clearly that he was no longer in the real world!

Being experienced, he pretended to be calm and looked around. He found that the gentleman in a tuxedo and top hat on his left was still reading the newspaper. The woman in a light blue dress with two children was scolding a disobedient troublemaker with a headache. Next to her, someone was eating bread and drinking tea... Everything was no different from before.

But in the spiritual vision that Klein quietly opened, these passengers did not emit the corresponding aura colors and emotional colors!

They have no etheric body!

They were clearly talking, eating bread, and reading newspapers, but there was no sign of life!

Is this an illusion, or did they suddenly die and are just moving according to the inertia of their life? Klein tried his best to remain calm and looked out the window. He saw carriages and pedestrians coming and going on the street. It was still the same scene in the afternoon.

However, they also had no aura color... As the carriage moved forward more slowly, Klein became more and more solemn, not understanding what was going on.

He looked down at himself and saw a definite spiritual aura, completely different from that of the others around him.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a roar, which did not sound like a roar from a human!

Klein raised his head again and found a big black dog on the street.

Its sharp white teeth were stained with traces of blood and rust. It was the giant devil dog that had committed numerous bloody crimes!

The black dog quickly expanded into a tall demon, with bat-like wings on its back and horns covered with mysterious patterns on its head. It was looking up at the sky and uttered a word in the demon language full of filthy meaning:

"Fallen!"

Almost as soon as it opened its mouth, Klein confirmed that it was real, because it had an aura and emotional color, and emitted a strong spiritual glow!

Following the shouting of the giant demon dog, several illusory pedestrians around it suddenly exploded and turned into black mist, spreading into the air and blocking the view.

But Klein could vaguely see that there were many more "real people" with aura colors in the air and around him. They were using extraordinary abilities that emitted spiritual brilliance.

What's going on? Ordinary people are all illusions, but Extraordinary people are all real... Did the Nighthawks and the Punishers find the demonic giant dog and use a special seal to create a battle environment that would not disturb the real world? That seal is only for Extraordinary people and is ineffective against ordinary people? So, I, who happened to pass by, was unfortunately dragged into it? Klein's thoughts raced, and he probably guessed what he would experience.

This is really an inexplicable disaster... He had just started to sigh when he suddenly heard a scream, a shrill scream, a huge scream.

The black air that obscured the vision suddenly dispersed, and the giant demon dog fell heavily to the ground, with its body split into two pieces vertically. All the light in the air focused on something, making it look like a pure moon, illuminating the deep and dark environment.

The giant demon dog roared once more with its tenacious vitality, and its body suddenly exploded, using its soul and flesh as fuel to burn a sky-high flame of light blue and red.

However, the flame lost all its brightness as soon as it reached mid-air and was absorbed by the bright moon-like object.

It disappeared silently, and the giant demon dog died simply and completely, without even a trace left.

So strong... Klein just sighed when he suddenly thought of something. Will those official masters discover that there is a wild Beyonder in the carriage he is sitting in, a Beyonder different from the imaginary people around him!

His heart tightened, and his scalp tingled as he took out a piece of paper man. He shook it and turned it into himself, a man without aura or emotions.

He himself used the special "substitute technique" to hide in the "shadow" of the paper man.

At this moment, Klein heard someone snort on the street on the other side of the carriage.

This snort contained obvious anger and unwillingness.

Who? It didn't sound like the voice of an official Beyonder... Klein was confused, but he didn't dare to remove the stand-in and looked inside.

Immediately afterwards, several glances swept over without pausing for too long.

When all this faded away, Klein saw cracks appear in the void around him, shattering like glass.

Then, the feeling of reality hit him, and he knew clearly that he had returned to the real world.

He quietly removed his stand-in and sat back in his own seat. The passengers in the carriage were reading newspapers, chewing bread, or scolding children, and everything was no different from before.

But in Klein's eyes, they regained their aura and emotional color.

In addition, compared with just now, the tram carriage had obviously moved forward some distance.

“It seems that in that special battle environment just now, the time and scene are synchronized with reality. If the battle lasts longer, the carriage may be out of the impact range, leaving me alone there. If I am alone there... then I will be obviously exposed... Fortunately, Backlund is the capital of all cities and the land of hope. The three major churches all have high-sequence people here..." Klein thought with a little fear.

He originally thought that even if they locked onto the target, it would take the Nighthawks and the Punishers several days to find the demonic black dog. And this must be based on the premise that the other party had not left Backlund. This was certain because leaving Backlund was equivalent to walking out of the ritual range, and the promotion would fail. For the demons, the negative impact of the ritual failure would most likely cause them to lose control when they were already struggling on the edge of bloodthirstiness.

Who would have thought that in just one night and half a day, the demonic giant dog would be discovered, executed, and purified!

It's terrifying! This is Backlund... This is the true strength of the three major churches! A Sequence 6 who was about to be promoted only exposed his identity and left a few insignificant traces, and was quickly found and killed... This is a "demon" who can detect danger in advance! It seems that some seals just restrain this... In the future, I must be more cautious and careful! Klein felt that he had learned a profound lesson.

At this moment, he remembered the strange hum he had just heard.

"It seems to be the companion of the demon dog? Its owner? He was not discovered. Maybe he was the one who secretly manipulated the demon dog's self-explosion... Of course, it could also be a member of a secret organization of other Beyonders who are dissatisfied with the official Beyonders..." Klein looked out the window opposite the carriage and saw that the pedestrians passing by were ordinary people. Some wore tweed coats, some wore half-high hats, and some wore brightly colored long skirts. There was nothing wrong with them.

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