After thinking for a moment, Klein decided to go home first to confirm one thing.
And he believed that if the actions of the Misfortune Doll last night were not specifically meant to show him the pattern on the paper, then when the captain and the others checked later, they would definitely find clues, and whether he reported it or not would not affect the big picture.
Otherwise, it was worth considering.
This is what Klein wanted to confirm next.
He took the horse-drawn public carriage back to Narcissus Street, and when he arrived home, his brother Benson and sister Melissa, who were in Sunday mode, had not yet woken up. The living room was quiet and dim, a silence.
Klein boiled a pot of water, threw in some tea leaves, and ate an oatmeal bread stick before taking his coat, hat, and cane and walking towards the stairs.
He instinctively lightened his footsteps, not making obvious noise.
Just as he reached the second floor, he saw the bathroom door suddenly open, and Melissa, dressed in an old cloth long skirt, came out looking sleepy.
"You're back..." Melissa rubbed her eyes, still a bit groggy.
Klein covered his mouth and yawned, saying:
"Yes, I need a beautiful dream. Don't wake me before lunch."
Melissa "hmmed" and suddenly remembered something, saying:
"I and Benson are going to Saint Selena Church to pray and attend mass in the morning. Lunch might be a bit late."
As not very devout believers of the Goddess of Night, she and Benson maintained a frequency of going to church every two weeks. As for Klein, a Nighthawk, apart from that time he was followed by a member of the Secret Order, he had not entered a church again.
No, I am at the church every day, only it's underground in the church... Klein subconsciously excused himself in his mind.
He was currently very worried that the Goddess would abandon him, this false believer. If at a critical moment the ritual magic failed to get a response, the joke would be huge...
But thinking of Old Neil, the Goddess was quite tolerant of Nighthawks, well, yes! Klein encouraged himself.
These scattered thoughts flashed by. He looked at Melissa, smiled, and nodded:
"No problem, I can sleep a bit longer."
Passing by Melissa, he entered his bedroom, turned back, and locked the door.
Then, he forced himself to stay alert, took out the ritual silver dagger, and created a sealed spiritual wall.
After that, Klein took four steps backward, chanted the incantation, resisted the chaotic screams, and ascended into the gray fog.
In this illusory and boundless world, he was the only living being, sitting at the head of the ancient and mottled bronze long table.
After calming down for dozens of seconds, Klein materialized parchment and wrote down the divination incantation:
"The pattern shown by the Misfortune Doll."
At that moment last night, although Klein had seen the mysterious pattern on the paper clearly, due to tension and haste, he only remembered the general idea and could not recall the specific details, but that was not a problem. For a diviner, as long as he had seen it and remembered that it existed, he could reproduce it!
—According to mystical theory, spirituality remembers everything it sees. As long as the method is appropriate, the scene at a specific moment can be reappeared.
In this regard, Klein even thought that the psychological alchemy meeting described by "medium" Daly had some truth. Human memory is just an island above the sea, unable to carry too much, so most of the information remembered by spirituality becomes subconscious, the main body of the island underwater.
And spirituality itself, even if not the entire ocean, includes all the waters around the island.
After chanting the divination incantation, Klein leaned back and entered sleep through meditation.
In the hazy, distorted, fragmented world, he saw the Channis Door being slowly opened again and heard the heavy friction sound.
That doll in a black classical court dress was tightly pressed against the half-opened door, unfolding the paper in its hand.
On the paper were depicted many mysterious symbols, which together formed a vertical eye.
Klein looked deeply at the pattern, actively exited the dream, and then, with the help of the special nature of the gray fog, expressed the memory that had not yet faded:
On the brown parchment, the vertical eye "looked up" above, eerie and mysterious.
Klein thought for a moment and wrote below this eye:
"This is the key to the treasure left by the Antigonus family."
Putting down the fountain pen, he untied the silver chain wrapped around his sleeve and held it in his left hand until the citrine pendant hung steadily above the divination statement and the mysterious vertical eye, no longer shaking obviously.
Klein closed his eyes and chanted the statement ethereally and peacefully.
After seven times, he opened his eyes and saw the citrine pendant making a small clockwise rotation with the silver chain.
And this indicated affirmation in the pendulum method.
"The vertical eye pattern is indeed the key to the treasure left by the Antigonus family..." Klein nodded slightly, as if thinking.
He tapped the edge of the bronze table slowly with his fingers and silently said to himself:
"Because Ryan Bibber died, the descendants of the Antigonus family were cut off, so that notebook considered me, a 'diviner' who had been exposed to it and was still alive, as the successor?"
"It influenced 3-0625, left the key to the treasure, and had it shown to me when I was on duty at the Channis Door?"
"The logic is not flawed, but it still does not convince me."
"How did that notebook confirm that the bloodline descendants of the Antigonus family were extinct?"