"Little sis, you really worry too much. No, you think things through far too meticulously!" Klein said, his spirits lifting. He immediately chuckled.
"Melissa, your concerns are very reasonable. I am a bit hungry still. Mm, I'll go upstairs first to change clothes and take a bath."
Although he was already secretly swallowing his saliva, confirming the whereabouts of "Instigator" Tris was more important!
Nobody knew if this fellow would go on a more insane revenge spree against society next!
"Mm." Melissa didn't look up and continued studying.
Thump, thump, thump. Klein quickly ran up to the second floor and entered the bedroom.
He locked the door, took off his coat, removed the gun holster from under his armpit, and took a simple silver knife from the drawer.
After sealing the room with a Spirit Wall, he took a breath, calmed his mind, and walked four steps counterclockwise.
Accompanied by the incantation "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun", Klein, who was increasingly getting used to the insane whispers tearing at his spirit, once again appeared in the majestic palace above the
Having used the ritual several times today, he felt a little tired. He rubbed his temples and made a yellowish-brown parchment appear on the long bronze table.
Klein thought seriously and carefully wrote down the divination statement: "The whereabouts of Tris."
He wasn't sure if the name was correct, but he had her specific physical features and detailed information as a guide.
Holding the parchment, Klein leaned back in his chair. First, he recalled everything related to Tris in his mind, then silently recited the divination statement seven times.
He emptied his mind, closed his eyes, and with the help of meditation, he quickly entered a dream.
In a misty, illusory scene, he saw the steam locomotive spewing smoke and fire, saw the leather seats lined up, and saw the clean and tidy carriage.
Tris, with a relatively round face, narrow eyes, gentle and sweet, was sitting by the window. On the table in front of her was a hat with a fine black mesh brim.
Klein tried to distinguish, trying to confirm the train number, but he couldn't see it.
Not long after, he withdrew from the dream, unable to bear it, and his eyes reflected the ancient, mottled bronze table and the illusory, deep red stars.
"I can only confirm that Tris is leaving Tingen by steam train, with no more clues... Sigh, it seems this mysterious space mainly helps me eliminate interference, it doesn't really enhance my intrinsic divination level..." Klein tapped the edge of the table with his finger, pondering his next course of action.
Through this divination, he fully confirmed that the target was the former "Instigator" Triss. However, since he had already fled Tingen, he didn't think the result would better help Dunn.
"The Captain already said he would send telegrams to
And since the dream divination couldn't clearly see the train number, switching to methods like pendulum divination wouldn't yield effective results either, even using sequential elimination.
A similar situation also included the matter of the Red Chimney.
At this moment, he felt a spiritual depletion. Without staying long on the Gray Fog, he wrapped himself in spirituality and simulated the experience of falling.
When he "returned" to the room, his mind was already filled with greasy lamb chops.
"Must sprinkle some cumin... Praise the Goddess!" Klein swallowed his saliva, dispelled the Spirit Wall like a gust of wind, and pulled open the door.
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At eight forty the next morning, he entered the Blackthorn Security Company with his cane.
"Good morning, Klein, good news!"
Klein's eyes lit up.
"Caught Tris?"
"Tris? Who is she?" Rozanne, dressed in a light green dress, looked confused.
"...You don't need to know her. What's the good news?" Klein changed the subject.
Rozanne answered with a bright smile.
"The Captain's application was approved! The police department is going to transfer two officers who have dealt with supernatural incidents to do clerical work! I won't have to stay up so often anymore! Praise the Goddess!"
"That really is good news..." Klein agreed sincerely.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Rozanne, he passed through the partition and headed to the basement to continue his occult studies.
As he passed the Captain's office and the Nighthawks' recreation room, he poked his head in and saw Dunn, Leonard, and the others. This indicated that the night's search and investigation hadn't yielded good results, and the next step could only be handed over to the police department for them to handle the tedious follow-up.
Klein had wanted to talk to the Captain to get the latest situation, but seeing him busy writing documents and sending telegrams, he silently retreated, not wanting to disturb him, deciding to ask at noon.
He went down the stairs to the basement, saw two rows of elegant gas lamps enclosed in metal grilles, saw the light penetrating the glass, and the quiet, cold, unchanging corridor.
Breathing the fresh, cool breeze, Klein took a few steps and suddenly stopped.
He abruptly shifted his gaze to the gas lamps, his brows slowly furrowing.
He realized he had made a common-sense mistake!
A mistake that could only be made with common sense from Earth!
In the divination on the Gray Fog last night, Klein saw Tris leaving on a steam train, so he instinctively judged it as something happening in the present.
But, but, no one in this world had invented electric lights or similar devices. Steam trains carrying passengers almost never ran after dark, and this was instinctively overlooked by Klein, who was accustomed to seeing green-skinned trains running at night!
In other words, that wasn't what happened last night!
That was a scene of the future he had foreseen!