Against the scorching afternoon sun, Klein walked out of the house.

As he had to walk from Iron Cross Street to Welch's residence, he changed his formal attire, top hat and leather boots into a linen shirt, an old brown coat, a tonal round-brimmed felt hat and old leather shoes, so that he could not worry about the smell of sweat staining the pricey set.

Along Daffodil Street, he walked slowly towards Iron Cross Street, and when he passed the corner square, he subconsciously looked there.

The tents were gone, and the previous circus had long since finished its performances and left the place.

Klein had imagined that the animal trainer who helped him with divination was actually a hidden powerhouse, because he discovered his own specialness and came to guide him, and there would definitely be meetings and hints in the future, however, nothing happened, and she followed the circus to start the next part of her journey.

How can there be so many routines...... Crane shook his head with a smile and turned to Iron Cross.

Iron Cross Street is not just one, but, as its name suggests, is formed by two roads intersecting.

With the intersection at its core, it is divided into Left Street, Right Street, Upper Street, and Lower Street, where Klein, Benson, and Melissa used to live in their apartment.

However, the people living in and around the apartment did not think that the neighborhood was Lower Street, but coined the term "Middle Street" to distinguish it from the slum gathering along the road extension 200 meters away.

There, a bedroom might be crammed into five, six, or even ten.

As Crane walked along the edge of the street on Left Street, his thoughts wandered, remembering the book of Antigonus's notes, remembering its nowhere to be found, remembering the importance of the night watchman, and remembering the bloody murder that followed.

His mood slowly became heavy, and his face became gloomy.

At this moment, a familiar voice came to his ears:

"Little Crane. ”

Well...... Crane turned his head in confusion and found himself walking to the door of the "Sling Bakery", where the gray-haired Mrs. Wendy was greeting with a soft smile.

"You don't look like you're happy, not very happy?" Wendy said kindly.

Klein rubbed his face and said:

"A little. ”

"No matter how much trouble there is, tomorrow will come after all. Mrs. Wendy smiled and said, "Come, help me try my new sweet iced tea, I don't know if it suits the local taste." ”

"Local, aren't you, Mrs. Sling?" Crane shook his head amusedly.

Give it a try, right?

Wendy Sling raised the corners of her mouth and said:

"You guessed it, I'm actually from the south, and I came to Tingen with my husband, and that was more than forty years ago, hehe, Benson wasn't born yet, and your father and mother didn't even know each other. ”

"I've always been a little unaccustomed to the food style of the North, always missing the food from home, the pork sausage, the potato bread, the baked crepes, the fried vegetables in lard, and the grilled meat with special sauces. ”

"Well, I miss sweet iced tea too......"

Crane smiled as he listened:

"Mrs. Sling, this is a hungry subject...... I feel a lot better, though, thank you. ”

"Good food always heals grief. Wendy handed Klein a glass of brown-red liquid, "The sweet iced tea I made based on my memories, can you taste it?" ”

After Klein thanked him, he took a sip, only to feel that the drink had the taste of iced black tea on earth, but it was not so exciting, the tea flavor was stronger, and the refreshing feeling was even greater, and it immediately dispelled the scorching heat brought by the scorching sun.

"Excellent!" he exclaimed.

"Then I'm relieved. Wendy's eyes narrowed with a smile as she watched kindly as Crane finished the cup of sweet iced tea.

After a little chatter with Mrs. Sling, Crane returned to the street he knew best.

In the afternoon, there were far fewer street vendors, and they didn't regroup until after half past five, and the rest were all in a state of limbo.

As soon as he turned here, Klein's mood was suddenly inexplicably gloomy, with an indescribable sense of depression, depression and gloom.

He sensed that something was wrong with him, and immediately paused, looking left and right, but he did not see anything strange.

After thinking about it, Crane raised his hand and tapped his brow twice as if in thought.

As far as he could see, there was an immediate change, and the aura of the street vendor and a few pedestrians appeared.

Before Klein could examine their healthy colors, he was drawn to the rich gloom that symbolized emotion.

He could not judge the specific thoughts of the observed, but the pessimistic, numb, and depressed impression was deeply embedded in his heart.

Looking around, he noticed that the neighborhood was full of such dim hues that not even the sunlight could dispel them.

This is the depression that I don't know how many days, months, and years.

Seeing this, Klein immediately understood the reason.

Just like Neal Sr. said, it is easy for oneself to feel uncomfortable because of entering an unfamiliar environment, and it is also easy to be infected by other people's emotions.

The same can be said for the ability "Inspiration" - this is the ability to become a "soothsayer" that can be acquired without additional learning, it is a passive and irrefutable sense, which can directly detect the existence of some anomalous situation.

And there will definitely be a certain degree of interaction in perception, so, in the extraordinary eyes of a "psychic", everyone's inspiration is so obvious, like a torch in the night, so people with high inspiration will naturally and easily be affected by the abnormal and strong atmosphere, which can only be grasped, controlled, and adapted through repeated practice.

"I'm afraid it will take a long time for such a depressing 'tone' to form, right?" Klein sighed and shook his head, touched.

He tapped his eyebrows twice more and tried to restrain his spirit.

Da, da, da, Klein walked towards the apartment, sensing other possible anomalies and subtle connections, in search of the Antigonus family notes that had been hidden by "himself".

The streets, as usual, were dirty with water and garbage, and it was not until the door of the apartment that it was considered clean.

Crane pushed open the half-hidden door and circled the first floor in the darkness beyond the reach of sunlight.

He ascended one step at a time, making the wooden staircase creaking constantly.

The second floor, as always, lacked light, and Klein indulged in "inspiration" and stared straight into the darkness.

However, not only did he fail to find any clues to the notes, but he also failed to see a single formless spirit.

"If it were so easy to meet, the vast majority of ordinary people would not be unaware of the existence of extraordinary things......" Crane sighed to himself.

He has come to understand that most "spirits" do not exist in the form of spirits, but are spiritual, and "psychic" must be "psychic" in order to communicate effectively.

After a turn to the third floor, Klein left the apartment and walked along the path of his memory to Welch's residence.

He walked for an hour, still not finding anything on the way.

Standing outside the garden villa, Crane looked at the house through the locked iron door, and muttered to himself:

"You don't need to look for Welch's house, right? The captain and Ms. Daly must have been carpet searched......"

"And I don't have the key here, so I can't go over the wall......"

"Try it tomorrow by another route......"

"I've walked so much today, but I don't have a step leader......"

In the midst of complaining, Klein turned around and went to a nearby neighborhood, planning to take a public carriage to the Black Thorn Security Company, get out today's thirty rounds of ammunition, and hurry up to practice.

The "soothsayer" lacks a fast and effective means of attack, and can only make up for it with a revolver and a cane!

The area around Welch's residence is fairly clean, with plenty of shops lined with bright windows.

Turning the corner, Klein was about to look for a public carriage spot, and his eyes suddenly swept to several signboards on the second floor opposite:

"Harrods. ”

"Veterans' Club. ”

"Divination Club. ”

......

Divination Club...... Crane meditated on the name, and it occurred to him that he was going to "play" the soothsayer.

Well, go over and take a look...... Looking for new ideas......

In the midst of his thoughts, Crane crossed the street, came to the opposite side, ascended to the second floor, entered the hall, and stood in front of the beautiful lady in charge of the reception.

The woman, with her brown hair, glanced at Klein and smiled:

"Sir, do you want to do divination, or do you want to join our club?"

"What are the conditions for joining?" Klein asked casually.

The lady with brown and yellow hair coiled up in the air said familiarly:

"Fill in the details, pay an annual membership fee, £5 for the first time, and £1 for the next year, rest assured, unlike those political or business clubs where you have to get a recommendation from a full member to join. ”

"Members can use the club's meeting room and various divination rooms and divination tools for free, enjoy the coffee and tea provided by us for free, read the newspapers and magazines we order for free, and buy lunch, dinner, alcoholic beverages and some divination teaching materials and divination materials at cost price. ”

"And we have at least one famous soothsayer every month to give a lecture to answer any questions. ”

"The most important thing is that you can find a group of friends who share the same hobbies and can exchange experiences. ”

Sounds good, however, yet I don't have the money...... Klein laughed to himself and asked instead:

"What if you want to divination?"