Sister, you really worry too much. No, you really think too much! Klein was cheered up after hearing this and immediately said with a smile:

"Melissa, your worry is very reasonable. I am indeed a little hungry. Well, I will go upstairs to change clothes and take a shower."

Although he was already swallowing his saliva quietly, it was more important to confirm the whereabouts of the "instigator" Triss!

No one knows whether this guy will take revenge on society even more crazily next!

"Yeah." Melissa didn't look up and continued studying.

Klein quickly ran to the second floor and entered the bedroom.

He locked the door, took off his coat, removed the gun pockets under his arms, and took out a simple silver knife from the drawer.

After sealing the room with the spiritual wall, he took a breath, calmed himself, and walked four steps counterclockwise.

Accompanied by spells such as "Blessings to the Heavenly Venerable", Klein, who had become more and more accustomed to the crazy mutterings tearing his mind apart, once again appeared in the towering palace above the gray fog.

Having used the ritual several times today, he pinched his temples with a little fatigue, causing a yellow-brown parchment to appear on the bronze table. ..

Klein thought about it carefully and wrote down the divination statement:

"Triss's whereabouts."

He was not sure whether the name was correct, but he had the other party's specific physical features and detailed information as a guide.

Holding the parchment, Klein leaned back in his chair and recalled everything related to Triss in his mind. Then he silently recited the divination sentence seven times.

He emptied his mind, closed his eyes, and with the help of meditation, he soon fell into a dream.

In a foggy and illusory scene, he saw the front of a steam train spewing thick smoke and sparks, the leather seats lined up side by side, and the clean and tidy carriages.

Triss, a gentle and sweet girl with a round face and narrow eyes, was sitting by the window. On the table in front of her was a hat with a black gauze checkered edge.

Klein looked carefully and tried to confirm the train number, but he couldn't see it.

Not long after, he exited the dream unable to bear it, and the ancient mottled bronze table and the illusory crimson stars were reflected in his eyes.

"I can only confirm that Triss is leaving Tingen on a steam train. There are no more clues... Well, it seems that this mysterious space is mainly to help me eliminate interference. It is not an exaggeration to say that it has improved my divination skills..." Klein tapped the edge of the table with his fingers as he thought about his next move.

Through this divination, he was completely sure that the target was the former "instigator" Tris, but since the other party had already fled Tingen, he didn't think the result just now would help Dunn better.

“The captain has already said that we should send telegrams to Backlund, Enmat Port, and major stations along the railway to issue a nationwide wanted notice for Triss… I will not report the results of this divination, so as not to arouse suspicion…” Klein made a quick decision, because regardless of his reminder or not, Dunn was arranging the follow-up in the most correct way.

However, if the dream divination cannot clearly see the train number, using methods such as the pendulum will not produce effective results, even if the means of elimination is adopted.

A similar situation also includes the red chimney incident.

At this moment, he felt spiritually empty. He did not stay above the gray fog for too long. Instead, he wrapped himself in spirituality and simulated the experience of falling.

When he "returned" to the room, his mind was filled with greasy lamb chops.

"I must sprinkle some fennel... Praise the goddess!" Klein swallowed his saliva, removed the spiritual wall like the wind, and opened the door.

…………

At 8:40 the next day, he entered the Blackthorn Security Company carrying a cane.

"Good morning, Klein. Good news!" Roshan, who was standing behind the reception desk, waved excitedly.

Klein's eyes lit up and he said:

"Have you caught Triss?"

"Triss? Who is she?" Roxanne, who was wearing a light green dress, looked confused.

"...You don't need to know her. What's the good news?" Klein changed the subject.

Luo Shan replied with a bright smile:

"The captain's application has been approved. The police department will transfer two police officers who have been exposed to supernatural events to serve as civilians! I finally don't have to stay up late so often. Praise the goddess!"

“This is really good news…” Klein agreed sincerely.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Roshan, he passed through the partition and headed underground, intending to continue his occult studies course.

When passing by the captain's office and the night watchman's entertainment room, he looked out and found that Dunn, Leonard and others were there. This showed that last night's search and investigation did not produce good results. The next step was to hand it over to the police department, who would do the tedious follow-up.

Klein originally wanted to talk to the captain to get the latest situation, but when he saw that he was busy writing documents and sending telegrams, he had no choice but to quietly retreat and not disturb him, planning to ask again at noon.

He walked down the stairs into the underground and saw two rows of elegant gas lamps surrounded by metal grids, the light shining through the glass and the silent, deserted and unchanging corridor.

Breathing in the refreshing and cool breeze, Klein took a few steps and suddenly stopped.

He suddenly turned his gaze to the gas lamps, and his brows gradually frowned.

He found that he had made a common sense mistake!

Because this is a mistake that only common sense can make!

During the divination above the gray fog last night, Klein saw Triss riding away on a steam train, and subconsciously judged that this was what was happening.

But, but, no one in this world has invented electric lights or similar devices, and there are almost no steam trains carrying people running after dark. Klein, who is used to seeing green trains running at night, instinctively ignored this!

That is to say, that was not what happened last night!

That was the future scene he foresaw!

That is what will happen today or tomorrow during the day!

Klein's heart tightened. He paced back and forth for a few steps, then ran back upstairs.

He knocked on the door of the entertainment room and saw Leonard standing by the window reciting poetry with a helpless look on his face.

Ignoring Coenli, Luo Yao, and Xijia Teon who were playing cards, Klein looked at Leonard and said:

"I have a question for you."

"Do you want to learn how to amuse young ladies?" Leonard said jokingly, putting down the "Selected Poems of Russell".

He walked out of the entertainment room and followed Klein to the middle of the stairs leading to the underground. He stared into his eyes, chuckled and said:

"It seems you had a very fruitful divination last night."

Klein didn't explain and said directly:

"I divined that Triss left on a steam train."

After yesterday's communication at the West End Workhouse, he no longer minded being a little "special" in front of Leonard.

"The first steam train is at seven o'clock..." Leonard took out the pocket watch from his shirt pocket, snapped it open and took a look. "We can't delay any longer! I'll tell the captain that I've received reliable intelligence."

He walked upstairs quickly and left the Blackthorn Security Company. After staying downstairs for a few minutes, he returned and entered Dunn Smith's office.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and watched the night watchmen who were playing cards being summoned. Then the captain, who had sent another telegram, hurried out.

Thinking back on what happened just now, he had complicated feelings. Unlike the warning given to him by the death of Tuxedo Clown, this time a similar mistake happened to him, which made him seem to understand a lot and the lesson was even more profound.

Turning towards the armory and entering the guardhouse, he skillfully took off his hat and coat and hung them on the coat rack.

Old Neil had just finished grinding his coffee, and took a sip happily.

"Would you like a drink?"

“Okay.” Klein sat down, feeling comfortable as if he had returned home.

Old Neil glanced at him and muttered:

"Or three pieces of sugar and a spoonful of milk? You are such a sweet tooth. This is bad for your teeth and body."

“No, no, no. I just like my coffee to be sweeter, and when I’m frying steak or grilling meat, I prefer seasonings like rose salt, black pepper, and cumin.” Klein has always considered himself a person who likes all flavors.

Old Neil quickly prepared the coffee, pushed it over and said:

"Should we take a break or start right away?"

“Let me calm down for a few minutes. The captain and his men have information about Triss’s whereabouts and are rushing to the steam train station. I wonder what the outcome will be…” Klein sighed.

Old Neil sighed and said:

"Is the intelligence detailed? Are you sure which class it is?"

“No, not sure.” Klein pursed his lips and said.

Old Neil laughed immediately. "In this case, the probability of failure is much higher than the possibility of success. Triss should be at Sequence 7. Beyonders of this level are not so easy to catch. Haha, don't think of relying on divination. Divination is not omnipotent. You will only get symbols. If you are not careful, you will misinterpret or overlook something."

Klein thought back to the mistake he made this time. He was deeply touched and nodded from the bottom of his heart.

"Yeah, divination is not omnipotent."

After saying this, he sighed, and his body, mind and soul suddenly entered a strange state. He leaned back slightly and tried to exhale, but at this moment, an illusory sound of shattering suddenly rang in his ears.

He was shocked to find that something seemed to be dissolving inside his body and merging with his own spirit.

This was an indescribable and unique feeling. Klein half-closed his eyes and experienced it quietly.

He didn't need anyone to remind him, he knew that this was a sign that the fortune teller's potion had been completely digested.

…………

The first town that the Tussock River flows through after passing through Tingen City is called Vinia, which is also the first steam train stop leading to Backlund after leaving Tingen.

On the platform, Triss changed into an off-white long dress and wore a round-brimmed lady's hat. Fine black gauze hung from the brim of the hat, covering most of her face, making her appearance hazy and difficult to recognize.

She had sent a telegram to her companions in Tingen City, reminding them to be careful. She used the stolen property to buy a steam train ticket to Backlund.

The reason why she didn't get on the train from Tingen Station but floated downstream to the town of Vinia was because Triss still had the instincts of an assassin and rich experience.

Woo!

With a sharp and long whistle, a tall steel train as big as a monster, spewing smoke with a little spark, stopped beside the platform.

Triss boarded the first-class carriage without any luggage. At the same time, she decided to get off the train after three stops and find another way to get to Backlund.

…………

In the basement of Saint Selina Church, Klein closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

He felt the potion being thoroughly digested, and vaguely saw one illusory star after another. Those stars had an inexplicable connection with himself, and seemed to want to gather together and become one.

After an indescribable feeling of hunger and thirst subsided, Klein returned to normal, without any additional realizations.

But his spirit felt much more relaxed and pure... He opened his eyes and added silently.

At this moment, he knew that he had become a true and complete "Fortune Teller".