The real psychic Klein silently recited this description without saying anything else. He followed Dunn Smith out of the carriage.

Welch's residence in Tingen was a single-family house with a garden. Outside the hollow iron gate was a road that could accommodate four carriages at the same time. There was a street lamp every fifty meters on both sides of the road. They were different from the ones Klein had seen in his previous life. They were gas lamps with pillars that were roughly the height of an adult man, making them easy to ignite for lighting.

The black metal is pressed against the glass, forming a grid, creating a series of classical "artworks" that resemble lanterns, where cold and warmth dance together, and shadow and light coexist.

Walking on the dimly lit road, Klein and Dunn Smith passed through the half-open iron gate and entered the place where Welch rented.

Opposite the gate is a cement passage that can accommodate two carriages and leads directly to the two-story house.

There is a garden on its left and a lawn on its right. The faint floral fragrance and refreshing smell are intertwined into one, making people feel relaxed and happy.

As soon as he stepped in, Klein's hair stood on end and he looked around.

He felt that in the garden, in the shadow of the lawn, on the rooftop of the house, behind the swing, and in every dark corner, there were pairs of eyes watching him!

Although this place was deserted, Klein felt as if he was on a busy street.

This strange contrast, this odd feeling, made his body tense, and he felt a chill running up from his tailbone.

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

Dunn walked to the side with an unchanged expression and replied calmly:

"Don't worry about it."

Seeing what the Nighthawk said, Klein endured the creepy feeling of being followed, spied on, and stared at without being able to find the target, and walked step by step to the front door of the detached house.

If I stay like this for too long, I'll become neurotic. When Dunn reached out to knock on the door, Klein quickly turned around and took another look. The flowers were swaying in the wind, and there was no one in sight.

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

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

"Daly, is there any result?"

The chandelier in the living room was not lit, and a marble coffee table was surrounded by a leather sofa with one main sofa and two side sofas.

There was a candle burning on the coffee table, but the flame was a bright blue, casting a swaying and eerie color on the semi-open living room, dining room and kitchen.

Sitting in the middle of the sofa was a lady wearing a black robe with a hood, blue eye shadow and blush, and a silver chain with a white crystal pendant wrapped around her exposed wrist.

The first time he saw her, Klein had an inexplicable feeling: she was dressed like a real psychic.

Is this playing yourself?

The psychic Daly, who possessed an enchanting beauty, glanced at Klein with her sparkling green eyes, then looked at Dunn Smith and said:

"The original spirits are gone, including Welch and Naya's. The little ones here now don't know anything."

Spirits? Psychics. Are those invisible observers just now spirits? There are so many spirits? Klein took off his hat, placed it on his chest, bowed slightly, and said:

"Good evening, ma'am."

Dunn Smith sighed and said:

“It’s really tricky.”

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

Psychic Daly's gaze immediately turned to Klein. She pointed at the single sofa in the vice-chair and said:

"Please take a seat."

“Thank you.” Klein nodded, took a few steps over, and sat down obediently, his heart unconsciously tense.

Life or death, whether to get through it smoothly or the secret will be exposed, all depends on what happens next!

What makes me most powerless is that I have nothing to rely on and can only hope for something special.

This is a really bad feeling, Klein thought bitterly.

As Dunn sat down on the double sofa opposite him, "Psychic" Daly took out two thumb-sized glass bottles from the hidden pocket on his waist.

She smiled at Klein with her green eyes and said:

"I need some help. After all, you are not an enemy. I cannot treat you so directly and roughly. That will make you uncomfortable and painful, and may even leave serious sequelae. I will give you some fragrance, enough tenderness and lubrication, so that you can let go of yourself little by little and truly immerse yourself in that feeling."

This didn't sound right. Klein was shocked and surprised.

Dunn on the opposite side smiled and said:

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

"I understand. I just didn't expect it to be this way." Klein gestured, but couldn't find a suitable adjective. He almost blurted out the corresponding translation of "old driver".

Dunn raised the corners of his mouth and said:

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

"You make me sound like a pervert." Psychic Daly interrupted with a smile.

She opened one of the vials and sprinkled a few drops into the bright blue candle flame:

"The hydrosol made by distilling and extracting nightshade, deep sleep flower and chamomile. I call it 'Amanda', which means tranquility in the Hermetic language. It smells very good."

As he spoke, the candle flame swayed a few times, and the few drops of pure dew evaporated quickly and filled the room.

A faint and charming fragrance entered Klein's nose. His emotions were no longer tense, and his mind quickly calmed down, as if he was looking down at the darkness in the dead of night.

"This bottle is called 'Eye of the Spirit'. It is made from the bark and leaves of dragon-patterned trees and poplar trees that are exposed to the sun for seven days, boiled three times, and soaked in Langqi wine. Of course, there are a few spells in the middle." The amber liquid dripped onto the bright blue candlelight along with the description of the "psychic" Daly.

Klein smelled the aroma of wine, an ethereal and fleeting aroma. He saw the candlelight flickering violently, and Daly's blue eyeshadow and blush flickering with a strange luster, and even double vision.

"It is a good helper for psychic communication and a charming flower essence"

As Daly continued to narrate, Klein felt her voice coming from all directions.

Looking around in confusion, Klein discovered that everything was shaking and blurry, as if covered by layer upon layer of thick fog. Even his body was shaking, blurry, floating, and weightless.

The red is redder, the blue is bluer, the black is blacker, and the colors are mixed like an Impressionist painting, blurry and dreamy, while waves of fragmented and overlapping whispers can be heard all around, as if countless invisible people are talking.

“This is similar to the feeling I had when I performed the ‘Lucky Change Ritual’ before, but it doesn’t have that crazy, explosive feeling.” Klein thought doubtfully as he watched all this.

At this moment, his sight was attracted by a pair of eyes as sparkling as emeralds. Daly, who was wearing a black robe, sat on the blurry "sofa". Her eyes were strangely focused on the top of Klein's head. She smiled gently and said:

"Formally introduce myself to you, I'm Psychic Daly."

I can still think calmly and rationally, just like in the "lucky change ceremony" and "party". Clay's mind moved, and he deliberately acted confused: "Hello"

"The human mind is very broad and contains many secrets. Look at the ocean. All we can understand are the islands that are exposed above the sea. But in fact, under the sea, there is a larger part of the island. But in fact, in addition to the islands, there is the entire ocean and the boundless sky that symbolizes the spiritual world."

"You are the spirit of the body. You know not only the islands that are above the sea, but also the parts of the islands that are under the sea. You know the entire ocean.

"Everything that exists must leave traces. The memory of the surface of the island can be erased, but the part under the sea and the entire sea must have its corresponding projection left behind."

Daly induced him over and over again, and the blurry wind and shadows around him also changed into similar shapes, as if Klein's spiritual ocean was completely revealed here, waiting for him to find and discover.

Klein watched calmly as the sea "churned" from time to time, and finally answered in a vague tone:

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

He showed the pain just right.

Daly tried to induce him again, but Klein, who was awake, was not affected.

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

"Go back."

"Go back"

As the ethereal voice lingered, Daley disappeared, the wind and shadows began to subside, and the subtle smell and faint aroma of wine became apparent again.

All colors returned to normal, and the blurry and confusing feeling no longer existed. Klein's body trembled and he regained his weight.

He opened his eyes which had been closed at some point, and found that in front of him was still the bright blue candle, Dunn Smith who was sitting comfortably, and the "psychic" Daly who was wearing a black robe with a hood.

"Why did you use the theories of those evil lunatics from the Psychological Alchemy Society?" Dunn frowned slightly and looked at Daly.

Daly put away the two small bottles and replied calmly:

"I think it's quite correct, at least it's consistent with some of the things I've seen and come into contact with."

Without waiting for Dunn to speak again, she spread her hands and said:

"He was a tough guy. He left no trace."

Hearing this, Klein beside him breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to be ignorant and asked:

"Is it over? What just happened? I feel like I slept a little."

Does this mean I’ve passed the test?

Fortunately, there is a "drill" for the "lucky luck ceremony"!

"Let's just think so." Dunn interrupted him and looked at the "psychic" Daly and said, "Have you checked the bodies of Welch and Naya?"

"The bodies can tell us more than you think. Unfortunately, Welch and Naya did commit suicide. All we can say is that the power that influenced them was terrifying, and no trace was left." Daly stood up and reached out to the candle. "I want to rest."

The bright blue light disappeared, and the house was instantly flooded with a blurry crimson light.

"Congratulations, you can go home now, but you must remember not to tell your family and friends about this. You must promise." Dunn led Klein all the way to the door.

Klein asked in surprise, "Don't you need to check for traces of curses or evil spirits?"

"Daly didn't say, that's all," Dunn replied briefly.

Klein felt relieved. Thinking of his previous worries, he hurriedly asked:

"How can I make sure there's no trouble later?"

"Don't worry too much." Dunn said with a smile, "According to statistics, in similar situations, 80% of the people who are still alive did not encounter terrible consequences. Well, this data is based on my impression, roughly, about the same."

“That leaves 20 percent of the unlucky ones.” Klein didn’t dare risk his “face.”

“Then you can consider joining us as a civilian staff member. In this way, if there are any signs, we can detect them in time.” Dunn said casually as he approached the carriage, “Or you can just become a Beyonder. After all, we are not your babysitters. We cannot watch over you all night long and even watch what you do with women.”

"Can I?" Klein followed up with this sentence and asked.

Of course, he had almost no hope. After all, how could he join the Nighthawks team and gain extraordinary powers so easily!

That is an extraordinary power!

Dunn paused and glanced at him sideways:

“It’s not impossible, it depends on the situation.”

What? This turn of events shocked Klein. He stood beside the carriage for a moment before saying:

"real?"

Are you kidding me? Is it so easy to become a Beyonder?

Dunn chuckled, his grey eyes obscured by the shadow of the carriage:

"Don't believe it? Actually, if you become a Nighthawk, you will lose a lot, such as freedom."

"Even if we don't mention this for now, there are other problems. First, you are not a clergyman or a devout believer who has made great contributions. You can't be picky and choose, and you can't choose the safest way."

“Secondly,” Dunn grabbed the handrail and stepped onto the carriageway, “We, the Mandated Punisher, the Mechanical Heart, and other similar judicial institutions deal with a quarter of the cases each year involving Beyonders losing control.”

A quarter of the Beyonders lost control, and Klein was stunned.

At this time, Dunn half turned his body, his gray eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth moved without a smile. He said:

"And a large portion of that quarter are our teammates."