The endless gray mist suspended quietly, and a slight grinding sound sounded at the head of the bronze table.

Crane changed his seat, scrutinizing the details of the events more and more solemnly, believing more and more that he and Miss Sharon had completely ignored the possibility of Raft Pound's problem at that moment:

"This belongs to the extraordinary ability of the 'Red Priests' to pass the 'conspirators'?

"And this is closer to the normal category of deception, only in the subtleties of the supernatural power effect, so, even if I enter this mysterious space above the gray fog, I will not passively perceive that I have been blinded, I must actively think and analyze in order to find the problem?

"If it weren't for the fact that I had learned from Mr. Azik that the evil spirit was suspected of being the fallen 'Red Angel' Medici, I wouldn't have thought there was something wrong with it at all, and I wouldn't have been able to hire Miss 'Magician' to go to Williams Street to look for signs of anomalies......"

After thinking for a few minutes, Crane took out a pen and paper, ready to confirm his speculation by divination.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally put pen to paper and wrote the sentence "Dream Divination":

"Raft Pound from the Baron's present condition. ”

Putting down the crimson round-bellied pen, Crane held the piece of paper on which the divination statement was written, and leaned back in his chair.

He first recalled the information he had about Raft Pound, then closed his eyes, recited the phrase, and went into meditation.

Crane's mind was quick and calm, and he quickly fell into a dream.

In that gray world, intermittent images flashed one after another, and finally settled on the house at 29 West Villas Street.

In the warm living room, Raft Pound, dressed in cotton wool pajamas and carrying a wine glass with red liquid, stands quietly at the window looking diagonally across the Beckland Police Department headquarters.

The grayness of the baron's temples became more and more pronounced, the puffy bags under his eyes were stained with a blue and black color, and the wrinkles on his forehead, the corners of his eyes, and the sides of his mouth were deeper than those of his forties.

His pupils were dilated not serious but not normal, his cheeks were red, and his expression was smiling, a slight but unusual change from what Crane had seen before.

Sure enough, something was wrong with him...... Crane detached himself from his dreams and thought about what to do with the evil spirits.

There is no doubt that he has a mental inertia in this regard, and when he can't contact Miss Sharon, his first reaction is to report it!

But how do you report it? Crane thought for a moment, took on the figure of the "world" and asked him to pray:

"Reliably deliver the following message to the Church of the Night Goddess and the Church of the God of Steam and Machines.

"The news is: Fursack and Intis's senior spies have gathered on Williams Street for an unknown purpose.

"Remuneration, 100 pounds. ”

This is Klein's repeated remarks, directly revealing the "King of Angels", "Red Priest", the Medici family and the remains of the Tudor dynasty are indeed more important to the church and the military, but it is also easy for Miss Falth, the "magician" who is responsible for reporting, to be targeted by the official organization, which is extremely dangerous.

The statement that "the high-ranking spies of Fursack and Indis gathered on Williams Street" is not only relatively mild, and something that ordinary extraordinary people have the opportunity to perceive, but it is enough to make the church and the military vigilant, and send corresponding strong men to take the most effective measures.

As for what is found in the future, it belongs to their contribution and has nothing to do with the whistleblower.

As for the option of asking Mr. Azik for help, Klein considered it, but finally decided to give up, because the evil spirit was suspected of being the king of angels before his death, which was very dangerous, and Mr. Azik, who was still in the recovery stage, might not be able to deal with it.

With a little muttering, Crane turned the embodied scene into a streamer and threw himself into the crimson star, which symbolized Miss "The Magician".

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

Beckland, Jowood District.

Furth received a reply from Mr. "The World" and was stunned.

"Is that a high-ranking spy for Fursack and Intis?" she said to herself, believing that the material she provided could not deduce such a conclusion!

However, she was quickly relieved, believing that Mr. "World" suspected that there was an anomaly in Williams Street precisely because he had received the corresponding high-level spy intelligence, and after confirming the presence of Fursack and Intis, it was very easy to draw conclusions.

Isn't that a euphemism for reporting to the Church of the Night and the Church of Steam......? It's a pity that I can't go to the sidelines anymore, otherwise I will definitely see a good scene...... Foirth is no stranger to reporting, after all, her roommate and friend is a bounty hunter.

She quickly had an idea and decided to leave the report to the experienced Hugh.

Out of the bedroom, she saw Hugh sitting on the couch, leaning forward to look at the target document, and from time to time raising his hand to grab the messy yellow hair, looking extremely serious.

Furth took a decorative item in his hand, leaned close to the sofa, and handed it over:

"Here, eat a piece of cake. ”

Hugh glanced at the cream-coated cake, his thoughts not distracted, and he raised his hand to grab it.

At this moment, Firth flipped his wrist, and the cake in his palm had turned into a golden cloth flower.

"Surprised?" she asked, smiling.

Hugh couldn't help but roll his eyes and said:

"Stop your show, I prefer food. ”

"Well, I have something to entrust you, 70 pounds. Foirth smiled and sat down.

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

After dealing with the evil spirits, Crane returned to the real world and performed a ritual to bring the radio receiver, which had been placed on the gray fog for several days, back to the first-class master's bedroom.

He lay down on the bed and meditated, regaining his energy until he was awakened by the sound of a da-da-da.

When Crane opened his eyes, the crimson moonlight was already shining through the window, and a thin veil enveloped the dimly lit room, enveloping the radio receiver that spit out illusory white paper on its desk.

It really feels like a ghost movie horror movie...... It's a pity that what is connected is a magic mirror with no discipline and no lower limit...... Klein turned over and sat up, walked over, and saw lines of runn text already appearing on the illusory white paper:

"The Great Being above the Spirit Realm, your faithful servant Arodus has arrived and greets you.

"Do you want to test me?"

Look, look, this is called being able to speak! This is called professional! At this moment, Crane really wanted to bring the fat pharmacist Darkwell in to see the art of speaking in the magic mirror.

Obviously, I had something to ask it, but it turned out that I was taking a test, and it came with a question...... Crane controlled the upturn of the corners of his mouth and replied in a low voice:

"Yes. ”

"You say, the ignorant and shallow Arodus is ready. In the sound of dada, not only the words of Rune appeared on the illusory white paper, but also a flattering smile.

This is already the prototype of the emoji...... This guy evolves so fast...... Klein asked directly:

"Where can I get a magical item that can steal someone else's extraordinary abilities?"

The sound of da-da was suddenly intense, and pictures quickly appeared on the illusory white paper, which were as real as movie screenshots.

There are the Chanis Gates at the base of St. Selena's Church in Tingen, which Klein is familiar with, the handsome poet Leonard Mitchell, the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa and smiling at the aristocratic lady opposite, and the proud girl wandering in the dark sewers......

There are a total of twelve pictures in this one, and at the end is a line of Runn:

"These are the types that you can easily or conveniently obtain, and there are many others, but they are either complex and cumbersome, or they involve a very high level that I can't see. ”

Yes, they all know how to help me take the initiative to screen...... This is simply a fantasy version, a mysterious version, and an intelligent version of Google...... Klein bowed his head slightly, and said knowing the answer:

"It's your turn to ask. ”

You've already answered. With a click, the answer of the magic mirror Arodes unsurprisingly appeared on the illusory white paper.

Klein chuckled and asked:

"Where did Leonard Mitchell live lately?"

The sound of da-da was fierce again, and scenes jumped into Klein's eyes in the form of pictures:

It is Beckland's most famous landmark, the towering Gothic bell tower with the "Bell of Order" hanging from it;

It was a street sign at the entrance of the street, with "Pinster Street" written on it;

It was a townhouse with house number 7, and it was Leonard Mitchell, a casual black coat and red gloves, a poet classmate who was looking through the files of the Lanerus and Capin cases.

This guy is in Beckland, and he's investigating the Lang Rous case and the Caping case? What is that...... The corners of Klein's mouth moved slightly, and he seriously thought about what clues he had left behind in these two cases.

The only clue is that Detective Sherlock Moriarty is involved in both cases, and Leonard should be able to find out if he dreams of Daisy. But by that time I had grown a beard and made a good disguise, and he probably didn't recognize me with the vague images of my dreams and a few portraits...... As long as you don't recognize it, it doesn't matter, what does Sherlock Moriarty's problem have to do with me, Gelman Sparrow? Klein retracted his thoughts and remembered where Leonard Mitchell lived:

7 Pinster Street, North Bakerland.

When he was going to wait for a while, he commissioned Emlyn "The Moon" White to visit Leonard Mitchell the day after tomorrow and use the hermit of fate to buy magical items.

I hope that the poet classmates have extra ...... in their hands If not, it will definitely be at a premium...... Klein let out an "um" and said to the radio receiver:

"It's your turn to ask. ”

Frankly, he was quite curious about what questions Magic Mirror Arodus could ask this time.

Da The radio receiver spat out a new illusory white paper, on which was spelled out a question in Runn script:

"The great master, Leonard Mitchell, has a big secret, would you like to know?"

...... Crane looked up amusedly and startled, and looked at the crimson moon that was quietly shining on the deep black sea.

Soon, he answered honestly:

"Yes. ”