After hesitating for a few seconds, Klein opened his Spirit Vision and looked around the room. Under the crimson moonlight, Mrs. Sharon's bedroom was lavishly and luxuriously decorated.
The thick carpet, the spacious room, the velvet quilt cover, the table cluttered with various skincare products and cosmetics, jewelry sparkling with different lights, the half-open wardrobe, the light clothes and suspender stockings carelessly thrown on the rocking chair, and the various ornaments inlaid with gold threads all met Klein's eyes one by one.
But the most eye-catching thing in the entire room was an unfinished oil painting. It depicted Mrs. Sharon herself, her body bare. Her brown hair fell like a waterfall, her brown eyes were as pure and moist as a fawn’s, but her arched brows, upturned eyes, straight nose, and delicate lips outlined the charm of a mature woman. The two were blended together in a contradictory posture, yet it exuded a stunning allure.
Klein only glanced below the neck and didn't look closely. It wasn't that he was being prudish; he had already seen her "little dirty picture," so why would he be afraid of a "little yellow bunny"?
His attention was drawn to the paints, palette, brush, and a silver-plated full-length mirror beside the painting.
This combination, this arrangement, this relationship between positions gave him a strange thought: the author of this oil painting was Mrs. Sharon herself, not some painter she had seduced.
A beautiful woman with an attractive figure, both charming and innocent, stripping off her clothes, looking in the mirror, and painting herself, recording her beauty... This scene feels so weird... Isn't Mrs. Sharon a little too narcissistic? Klein muttered silently, withdrew his gaze, and started searching for possible criminal evidence.
Following Leonard and Fry's instructions, he kept his black gloves on. Every time he searched a spot, he memorized its original state beforehand so he could restore it later.
For a "Seer," this was no challenge at all. If he forgot, he could easily recall it using the "Dream Divination" technique.
Of course, he had also divined for himself before leaving the house tonight. There was no danger; it would go rather smoothly.
This is what a qualified charlatan should do... Even if I am a "Clown" now... Klein self-deprecatingly remarked, spending nearly twenty minutes searching through Mrs. Sharon's bedroom. He didn't find anything worth noting, nor did he see a single hint of spiritual light.
Finally, he stopped before a safe in the corner of the room.
It was a meter high, iron-gray, thick and heavy, giving an incredibly solid feeling. It seemed that even bringing dynamite wouldn't crack it.
"So characteristic of the Steam Era... The inside must definitely have extremely complex mechanical combinations..." Klein tried to pick the lock but shamefully failed.
He put the safe aside for the end, took off his left glove and unwound the citrine pendant wrapped around his wrist.
Holding the silver chain, letting the pendulum hang loose, Klein suppressed the heat brought by the fragrance in the room and entered a state of meditation.
His eyes deepened, and he murmured softly: "There is a secret room or hidden compartment in this room." "There is a secret room or hidden compartment in this room." ...
After seven repetitions, Klein's eyes returned to normal. He looked at the citrine pendant and saw it rotating counterclockwise.
This indicated a 'No'.
Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, left Mrs. Sharon's bedroom, and followed the same process to quietly search the study, living room, sunroom, and other places, but he failed to find any useful or valuable clues.
The reason he didn't use the "Dowsing Rod Method" was that he had no idea what he was looking for.
Taking out a silver pocket watch with a vine pattern, he flicked it open, checked the time, and then turned back to Mrs. Sharon's bedroom.
Carefully closing the wooden door, Klein took out his ritual silver dagger, surged his spirituality, and combined it with the natural forces to seal the entire room.
He was going to summon himself! He was going to drill into the bulky safe as a spiritual body and inspect its contents!
"Master doesn't need to know how to pick locks!" Klein grumbled in Chinese.
Since he was praying to himself, the entire procedure could be simplified. Klein took out a candle mixed with sandalwood, casually lit it with his spirituality, and that was his altar set up.
"I!" "I summon in my own name:" "The Fool that does not belong to this era, the Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good fortune."
The incantation echoed in Mrs. Sharon's bedroom. Klein's spirituality surged out and merged with the candle flame into a grayish-white, palm-sized screen of light.
Immediately after, he took four steps counterclockwise, piercing through the roars, and ascended above the gray fog.
He glanced at the "Summoning Gate" behind the high-backed chair at the head of the ancient long table. Klein was about to respond when he suddenly froze.
"Anyway, since I'm already here, I might as well do a divination to see if I can find any clues... Here, aside from interference being eliminated, my abilities are somewhat enhanced... And the environment where my physical body is situated makes this divination equivalent to using an item personally carried by Mrs. Sharon..." He sat down and materialized a piece of parchment and a round-bellied pen in front of him.
What should he divine? Klein fell into thought. "Is Mrs. Sharon in trouble?" "No, everyone makes mistakes, everyone has their own problems." "Is Mrs. Sharon involved in a crime?" "...That's not rigorous enough. As a socialite involved in political circles, it's normal to be implicated in dirty and unprovable things... Besides, what defines a crime? The laws of the Loen Kingdom, the laws of the Intis Republic, or my own personal judgment?"
As his thoughts churned, Klein didn't want to waste time. After all, his physical body was still in the real world, so he simply decided to confirm the results of the several related divinations he had done before.