It's also dream divination, but Klein sees more scenes this time.

The first act is still the small, dark, dirty room and Ian Wright sleeping soundly on a bunk bed.

In the second act, the sewer where the two of them had been at the same time, Ian crouched in front of Zereel's mutilated corpse, reached out and rubbed the two rows of white Morisen's teeth, and removed one of them.

The third act is a lively and noisy street, where passers-by are dressed modestly, even old or tattered.

In the middle of the street, with gardens and lawns, surrounded by low chimneys that sprayed mist, Ian, dressed in an old coat and a bowler hat, watched vigilantly into the telegraph office not far from the center of the street, diagonally opposite the entrance to the mall-like steam subway.

The picture quickly faded until it became transparent, and Crane opened his eyes, his index finger slowly tapped the edge of the long bronze table, and made a preliminary judgment:

"Judging from that tooth and the telegram, Zerrell and Ian are not a detective duo that accidentally got involved in dangerous events, they have an organization behind them!"

"It should be possible to determine where the third act scene corresponds......"

Crane didn't rush to dig deeper, because he didn't want to stay on the gray fog for too long.

Leaving the high-backed chair that belonged to the "Fool", he went to the side corner and found Meursault's extraordinary properties in the paper bag that had been sent to him earlier.

Holding the jelly-like crimson object, Crane sat down again and wrote a new divination statement:

The name of the potion. ”

In meditation, he held the extraordinary mass in one hand, dragged the paper with divination statements in the other, and with the help of meditation, fell into a deep sleep.

In the gray psychedelic dream, the ambassador with a flamboyant dress and a thin face and a stubble face appeared again in Klein's eyes.

He took a bottle of crimson liquid and said to Meursau:

"Drink it, drink this 'hunter' potion, and you will be able to dominate the Zmange party, and of course, money is also indispensable, as Russell the Great once said, with a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other. ”

"Hunter, Beckland is a metropolis......" Meursault asked with a slight frown.

In his illiterate cognition, hunters belong to the wild and belong to animals.

The middle-aged ambassador smiled and said:

"The largest metropolis and the largest dark jungle. ”

"Here, everyone has two identities, one is the prey and the other is the hunter. ”

"No matter how weak a hunter is, he is also a hunter, and he can also harm powerful prey. ”

"Go ahead and join this great hunt. ”

......

The picture shattered, turning into countless lights and shadows, Klein looked down at the extraordinary crimson characteristic in his hand, and said to himself silently:

"It turned out to be a 'hunter' potion, no wonder Meursault was so good at fighting, and he also used a poisoned blow arrow. ”

"No wonder he can go after me......"

However, he didn't seem to really understand the essence of the hunter, he didn't set traps, he didn't use weapons, and he didn't use his strengths...... On the one hand, it was because he didn't know that I was also an extraordinary, and I was also an extraordinary person in Sequence 8, which he despised a little, and on the other hand, it also showed that he didn't take the potion and ...... it soon."

"The 'Hunter' path is in the hands of both the Sauron family, the royal family of Causes, the Einhorn family, the ruler of the Fusak Empire, and the 'Iron Cross Society', a secret organization that has only emerged in the last two or three hundred years...... Senior diplomat of the Republic of Antis, Ambassador to the Kingdom of Rune......"

"I don't know what that important item he wants to get his hands will be......"

As his thoughts rolled, Crane wrapped himself in spirituality and fell sharply.

As soon as he returned to the room, he immediately looked around vigilantly, not noticing any unusual changes.

Whew, Klein exhaled silently, and had a little more confidence in summoning the members of the Tarot Club on time tomorrow afternoon.

He looked for a map of Beckland that he had bought on a steam train, and looked for the telegraph office along the subway line, not far from the middle of the street.

Beckland currently has a few subway lines, and Klein quickly identified three targets, one on the West End, one in St. George's District, and one where the East End meets the Beckland Bridge area.

He recalled the dress and class orientation of most of the pedestrians in the dream, and got the final answer:

The third place!

Where the East End meets the Beckland Bridge area!

Sometimes, interpreting revelation also requires a wealth of real-world knowledge and the ability to reason...... Laughing at himself, Klein went to his desk and added another sentence to the statement he had written earlier, enriching the content on the paper:

"I don't know the whereabouts of Ian Wright, and I haven't seen him since I found his body. However, I learned through my own channels that Ian Wright had been present at the telegraph office on White Rum Street. ”

When he finished writing, Crane did not fold the paper or set it on fire spiritually, but let it spread out on the desk, freely revealing its contents.

After a deep gaze, Crane returned to the bedside and stripped to sleep.

Outside the closed curtains, the red moon drilled out of the stratus clouds, brilliant and perfect.

............

Hilston, inside a house.

Furth, who had slept separately from Hugh, suddenly sat up, stretched out his hands, and covered his head.

Her pretty good face was twisted to the extreme, as hideous as a demon.

Firth pressed his ears and rolled on the bed, as if he was fighting against the illusory whispering.

Drops of sweat were dripping from her forehead, and the back of her hands were bulging.

Her body was tense at times, rolling at times, and her pale blue eyes, which had a playful and languid taste, were full of pain.

In the depths of that pupil, there seemed to be countless changes and shadows cascading.

"No!" Furth finally couldn't hold back and let out a low scream.

She no longer covered her ears with her hands, but instead grabbed her hair, as if she was going to fight the pain.

The body twisted and squirmed for several minutes before Furth finally stopped.

She let go of her hands, saw the handful of slightly curly brown hair, and laughed weakly to herself:

"I deceived Hugh, and I told her that the whispering of each full moon did not have any bad effect on me...... At least hair loss is a serious problem......"

Firth sat up with difficulty, looked at the curtain that half-obscured the window, and through the gap saw the dreamy crimson full moon outside.

"Each time is more and more serious, will the next time it get out of control because of this......" Furth whispered, unable to suppress the weakness that was usually buried deep in his heart.

She had tried to separate the bracelet that allowed people to teleport through the spirit realm from herself, but that didn't translate for the full moon whispering to disappear.

She had tried tranquilizers, she had tried to recite the names of the gods of steam and machines, and she had tried some ritual magic, but none of them had changed her gradual descent into the abyss.

"If only I could understand what that whisper is saying...... I want to die with understanding, not to be buried in confusion...... Perhaps, maybe, after being promoted to Sequence 8, I'll hear it a little more clearly? But I've never met anyone selling a recipe for 'master tricks.' Firth stared out the window in a daze, his eyes dyed red by the moonlight.

............

Early Monday morning, Klein, who had not slept well, woke up early, rolled over and got out of bed.

He walked over to his desk, ready to pull the curtain and open the window to let in the light and the wind outside.

At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he swept to the paper spread out on the desk.

It was facing the window, still untouched.

However, Klein clearly remembers that before he went to bed last night, the paper was facing the chair, towards the bed!

After just one sleep, it turned upside down and changed direction!

Klein's pupils constricted, and he reached out to pull the curtain open, and saw that the convex belly window was still closed, and not a wisp of wind was inside!

When there is no wind, the paper turns half a circle on its own!

No, someone had come in, without me noticing! Klein felt a chill rush down his spine to his head.

In his sleep, he didn't react to this!

This means that he was almost slaughtered at that time, and life and death only depended on the mood and thoughts of the other party!

Is it a member of the special department of the military, or is it a powerful person sent by the ambassador? Judging from the fact that the paper has not been restored to its original state and remains upside down, it is more likely that it is the latter, indicating a certain warning...... It's amazing to be able to sneak in like this...... Am I supposed to thank him for his kindness? No, there must be a reason why I don't do what is convenient...... Don't want to alarm the members of the military special department who are monitoring the surroundings? Klein's thoughts were surging, and he couldn't contain a lot of thoughts.

He had written those words last night, and had the paper spread out on his desk, in order to be seen, to let the ambassador get what he wanted to know, to postpone possible revenge until it was over, and to give him more time to prepare.

However, Klein originally expected that the other party should take advantage of his own outing, taking advantage of the weakening of the surveillance of the house by the military's special department, who knows, he can actually bypass the extraordinary people around him and quietly enter the bedroom, while he is still asleep.

This feeling of life and death being controlled by others is very uncomfortable!

"Very powerful, or very strangely powerful......" Crane turned his body and pulled out a copper coin of 1 pence with his back to the belle.

"Someone sneaked into this room last night. ”

......

He silently recited the phrase and, with the help of his body, popped up the coin.

The coin tumbled and jumped, and before it reached Crane's shoulder, it plummeted down and landed in his outstretched palm.

This time it's the numbers up.

This means no!

Says no one sneaked into Klein's bedroom last night!

Paper doesn't turn for no reason...... Am I sleepwalking? No, I can stay awake even in the Captain's invasion dream...... Klein suddenly frowned, thinking of two possibilities:

"One, the results of divination are disturbed and misguided. ”

"Two, it's not people who sneak in!"