Under the scorching afternoon sun, Klein walked out of the house.
Because he had to walk all the way from Iron Cross Street to Welch's residence, he changed out of his formal suit, top hat and leather boots and put on a linen shirt, an old brown coat, a round-brimmed felt hat of the same color and old leather shoes, so that he wouldn't have to worry about the smell of sweat contaminating the expensive suit.
He walked slowly along Daffodil Street towards Iron Cross Street. When he passed the corner square, he subconsciously looked there.
The tents have disappeared as the previous circus had finished its performance and left.
Klein had originally imagined that the animal trainer who had helped her with divination was actually a hidden strong man. He had discovered her peculiarities and was specifically guiding her. There would definitely be more encounters and hints in the future. However, nothing happened, and she followed the circus to start her next journey.
There aren’t so many tricks. Klein laughed and shook his head, then turned to Iron Cross Street.
Iron Cross Street is not just one street, but as its name suggests, it is formed by the intersection of two roads.
With the intersection as its core, it is divided into Left Street, Right Street, Upper Street, and Lower Street. The apartment where Klein, Benson, and Melissa previously lived is located on Lower Street.
However, people living in the apartment and the surrounding areas do not think that the area nearby is the Lower Street. Instead, they created the term "Middle Street" to distinguish it from the slum area where the road extends two hundred meters away.
There, five, six, or even ten people might live in one bedroom.
Klein walked along the edge of Left Street, his thoughts wandering. He remembered the Antigonus family's notebook, its whereabouts, the importance the Night Watchmen attached to it, and the bloody murder that resulted from it.
His mood gradually became heavy and his face became gloomy.
At this moment, a familiar voice came into his ears:
"Little Klein."
Hmm, Klein turned around in confusion and found himself at the door of "Slin Bakery". Mrs. Wendy, with gray hair, was waving and greeting him with a gentle smile.
"You don't look very happy?" Wendy said warmly.
Klein rubbed his face and said:
"A little bit."
"No matter how many troubles we have, tomorrow will come eventually." Mrs. Wendy said with a smile, "Come, help me try the sweet iced tea I just made. I don't know if it suits the taste of the locals."
"Aren't you a local, Mrs. Slin?" Klein shook his head in amusement.
Give it a try should mean it's free, right?
Wendy Slin raised the corner of her mouth and said:
"You guessed it right. I am actually from the south. I came to Tingen with my husband. That was more than forty years ago. Haha, Benson was not born at that time, and your father and mother didn't even know each other."
"I'm not used to the food style in the north. I always miss the food from home, pork sausages, potato bread, pancakes, fried vegetables with lard, and grilled meat with special sauces."
“Yeah, I miss sweet ice tea too.”
Klein smiled when he heard this:
"Mrs. Slin, this is a really hungry topic. But I feel much better now, thank you."
"Delicious food can always heal sadness." Wendy handed Klein a cup of brown-red tea. "I made this sweet iced tea based on my memories. Come and try it to see if it tastes good."
After thanking him, Klein took a sip and felt that the drink tasted a bit like iced black tea on Earth, but it was not as stimulating. The tea flavor was stronger and the refreshing feeling was even stronger, which immediately dispelled the scorching heat brought by the scorching sun.
"Excellent!" he exclaimed.
"Then I'm relieved." Wendy narrowed her eyes with a smile and looked at Klein kindly as he finished the cup of sweet iced tea.
After chatting with Mrs. Slin about moving to a new home, Klein returned to the street he was most familiar with.
In the afternoon, there are fewer street vendors here. They will not gather again until after 5:30, and those that remain look listless and listless.
As soon as he turned here, Klein's mood suddenly became inexplicably gloomy, with an indescribable feeling of depression, depression, and gloom.
What's going on? He was keenly aware that something was wrong with him, so he stopped and looked around, but he didn't see anything strange.
After thinking for a while, Klein raised his hand and tapped his brow twice as if thinking.
Wherever he looked, changes occurred immediately, and the aura of the street vendors and a few pedestrians emerged.
Before Klein had time to examine their healthy colors, he was attracted by the rich darkness that symbolized emotion.
He could not judge the specific thoughts of the person being observed, but the impression of pessimism, numbness and depression was deeply engraved in his mind.
Looking around, he found that the surrounding area was filled with this dim hue, which even the sunlight could not dispel.
This is the depression that has been accumulated over countless days, months and years.
Seeing this, Klein immediately understood the reason.
Just like Old Neil said, once you have opened your clairvoyance, it is easy for you to feel uncomfortable when entering an unfamiliar environment, and it is also easy for you to be affected by other people's emotions.
A similar principle can also be applied to the ability of "inspiration" - this is an ability that can be acquired after becoming a "fortune teller" without the need for additional learning. It is a passive and irresistible induction that allows people to directly perceive the existence of some abnormal situations.
And perception will definitely involve a certain degree of interaction. Therefore, in the extraordinary eyes of a "psychic", the strength of each person's inspiration is so obvious, like a torch in the dark. Therefore, people with high inspiration will naturally and easily be affected by the abnormal and strong atmosphere, and can only grasp, control and adapt to it through repeated practice.
"It would probably take a long time to form such a depressing 'tone', right?" Klein sighed and shook his head, feeling touched.
He tapped his brows twice again and tried hard to gather his spirituality.
Tap, tap, tap. Klein walked towards the apartment step by step, sensing other possible anomalies and subtle connections in order to find the Antigonus family notes hidden by "himself".
The streets were the same as usual, with dirty water and garbage, until the entrance of the apartment, when they became clean.
Klein pushed open the half-open door and walked around the first floor in the darkness where the sun could not reach.
He went up step by step, causing the wooden stairs to creak continuously.
The second floor was as devoid of light as ever. Klein indulged his "inspiration" and stared into the darkness.
However, not only did he fail to find any clues to the notes, he didn't even see any invisible spirits.
“If it were so easy to encounter, most ordinary people would not be unaware of the existence of extraordinary things,” Klein sighed to himself.
He has come to understand that most "spirits" do not exist in the form of spirit bodies, but are spirits, and that a "channeller" is required to communicate effectively.
After walking around the third floor, Klein left the apartment and walked to Welch's residence along the path he remembered.
He walked for an hour and still found nothing along the way.
Standing outside the garden villa, Klein looked at the house through the locked iron gate and muttered to himself:
"There's no need to search the Welch family, right? The captain and Ms. Daly must have searched the house thoroughly."
"Besides, I don't have the key here, I can't climb over the wall."
“Try another route tomorrow.”
“I walked so much today, but there is no step count leaderboard”
While complaining, Klein turned around and headed for a nearby neighborhood, intending to take a public carriage to the Blackthorn Security Company to pick up today's thirty rounds of ammunition and make the most of the time to practice.
What the "Fortune Teller" lacks in fast and effective means of attack, he can only make up for with his revolver and cane!
The area near Welch's residence was quite clean, with many neat and tidy shops on both sides of the street.
After turning the corner, Klein was about to look for the public carriage stop when his eyes suddenly caught sight of several signs on the second floor opposite:
“Harrods.”
"The Veterans Club."
"Divination Club."
Divination Club Klein silently recited the name and suddenly thought of the fact that he was going to "play" the role of a fortune teller.
Well, go take a look and look for new ideas
As his thoughts raced, Klein crossed the street, walked to the opposite side, went up to the second floor, entered the lobby, and stood in front of the pretty lady in charge of reception.
The lady had brown hair in a bun. She looked at Klein and said with a smile:
"Sir, do you want to read your fortune or join our club?"
"What are the conditions for joining?" Klein asked casually.
The lady with brown hair piled high introduced familiarly:
"Fill in your details and pay the annual membership fee, which is 5 pounds for the first time and 10 pounds every year thereafter. Don't worry, we are not like those political or business clubs where you have to get a recommendation from a formal member to join."
"Members can use the club's meeting room and various divination rooms and tools for free, enjoy the coffee and tea we provide for free, subscribe to our newspapers and magazines for free, and purchase lunch, dinner, alcoholic beverages and some divination teaching materials and materials at cost price."
"Also, we invite at least one famous fortune teller to give lectures every month to answer your questions."
“The most important thing is that you can find a group of friends who share the same interests and can exchange experiences with each other.”
That sounds good. However, I don't have any money. Klein laughed at himself and asked,
"What if you want to tell fortunes?"