Halls neighborhood, divination club.

Klein pressed the half-height silk top hat on his head and walked step by step towards the gate along the stairs.

He no longer dressed up in formal clothes, but a white shirt with a light vest, and a thin black windbreaker with a knee-length black windbreaker on the outside, adding a bit of ingenious temperament.

This set of clothes that are easy to fight cost him only 1 pound, including handmade subsidies for sewing small pockets on the inside. Compared with tuxedo formal wear, it is so cheap that it makes people cry.

Touching the revolver in the gun bag under his armpit and the metal bottles in the small inner pocket, Klein took out the portrait and walked into the divination club.

No surprise, he saw Angelica, the beautiful lady in charge of the reception.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti, I thought you would come a few days later." Angelica was stunned at first, and then outlined a bright smile.

Klein took off his hat and sighed:

"Good afternoon, Miss Angelica, I had a dream at noon, dreamed of Mr. Heinas Vancent, dreamed of some things related to him, you know, as a fortune teller, you must never ignore every dream, perhaps the revelation of the gods."

Confused by the words full of charlatan temperament, Angelica nodded thoughtfully and asked curiously:

"What did you dream of?"

"I dreamed that Heinas Vancent was arguing with this man." Klein handed over the paper folded in his hand.

Taking advantage of Angelica's chance to unfold the portrait, he pinched his eyebrows and looked at the other person's emotional color.

"This person..." Angelica fell into deep thought as if she was a photo.

In Klein's eyes, her emotional aura appears as a "thinking blue", which is a normal reaction.

"This person..." Angelica whispered again, and slowly looked up, "I've seen him."

Klein was excited and asked immediately:

"when?"

"I can't remember the specific date. It should be a month. At that time, I saw him send Mr. Vancent to the door and whispering something, because of his thick and messy eyebrows and the rare smile of Mr. Vancent, which was very impressive." Angelica recalled, describing, "Yes, he has gray-blue eyes, his hair is just like most men of his age, and there is not much left."

"Have you seen him after, or before?" Klein asked gently.

Angelica shook her head:

"No, certainly not, I don't even know what his name is. To be honest, if it weren't for you, I would suspect that the person who took out this portrait was the policeman who investigated the cause of Mr. Vancent's death. Oh, I wouldn't feel strange if you have any revelations, you are a real diviner."

Sorry, I'm just a policeman... Klein complained silently and sighed:

"A true diviner will understand his own insignificance and greatness of fate. We can only see a vague corner, and we can only obtain revelation rather than answers. We must always reflect, maintain awe, and interpret carefully, and we cannot regard ourselves as a wise man who has mastered his destiny."

After talking about his experience during this period in a summary way, Klein suddenly found that his spiritual vision was a little clearer, and he could even vaguely distinguish some details of Angelica's aura color.

At this moment, he was like a myopic patient wearing glasses with the right degree.

This... my "Divider" potion began to show obvious signs of digestion? Klein was stunned and couldn't believe it for a moment.

"I didn't expect that a fortune teller like you can still maintain his fear of fate. It's really admirable." Angelica said sincerely.

She has seen too many people in the club who just learned several methods of divination and claimed to peek at the truth and change her destiny.

Klein withdrew his gaze and said with a low smile:

"The more you know, the more you can understand your own insignificance."

While speaking, he examined his own state and past experiences and roughly grasped the essence of the "acting method" to "do a behavior that conforms to the name of the potion, understand the hidden rules, and strictly demand himself."

Only in this way can we adjust the state of the body, mind, and spirit, get close to the remaining spirit in the potion, and gradually digest it.

Others’ recognition of the identity of “Divider” is only a superficial factor. The reason why it makes one’s own spiritual sense lighter is because this feedback strengthens its own confirmation of certain divination behaviors, which together constitute the “Divider Code” that can allow the potion to digest.

"Help others interpret the revelation and guide them in a good direction, but they must always maintain awe of fate, not expand, not arrogant, and not blindly believe in themselves... This is the rule I have summarized so far, and it is also the essence of the next "playing". If it can indeed continue to work, it will take me less than half a year, two or three months, or two or three weeks to completely digest the potion."

"...The signs just now are very obvious. No wonder the mysterious Mr. Zarathu said that when the potion is completely digested, the extraordinary person himself can clearly understand that without others' teachings, it is yes, no, no... Just like now, although my spiritual vision has improved a little, I am very clear that this is just a node of digestion, not the end."

Thinking of this, Clean couldn't help but thank the tuxedo clown again, who educated himself with his life!

Without him, I might have to spend several months in the divination club before I can summarize the "Divider Code" through good or bad cases and start strictly "playing".

"Mr. Moretti, sometimes, I even feel like you are a philosopher." Angelica sighed at Klein's answer.

"In my circle, philosophers are the words of insults." Klein became in a good mood.

After saying that, he bowed, put on his hat, and said goodbye and went out.

Although Angelica did not know the name and identity of the gentleman in the portrait, Klein was not depressed at all. Such gains were enough to allow him to plan for the next step.

…………

No. 36 Zotlan Street, within Black Thorn Security Company.

Dunn looked at the portrait in his hand with deep gray eyes and said:

"You want to find this person by troubleshooting?"

"Yes." Klein had already organized the language. "Captain, haven't I said before that I would go to the divination club to observe the members' reactions to the sudden death of Heinas Vancent? I didn't find out yesterday, but today I accidentally learned that the person in the portrait had appeared with Heinas Vancent and was talking secretly. I just looked through the team's investigation records and found that no similar people were recorded."

His description is not a problem, even if Dunn Smith now takes the portrait to the divination club, it will be confirmed from Angelica.

Dunn took his gaze away from the portrait and smiled:

"It seems that the funding is not wasted."

...Captain, don't you remember the good memory? Why did you remember the funding matter at this time... Klein kept smiling and didn't say anything.

"Is this what you painted?" Dunn asked casually.

"Well, I drew it with the help of ritual magic." Klein replied 100% truth.

Of course, telling the truth and telling the whole truth are two different things.

Dunn nodded gently and said:

"You ask Old Neil to get a few more copies. I will ask Cohenli and Luo Yao to investigate later, and ask the police department to assist. If this clue is indeed useful, you will make a contribution again."

"The goddess is protecting us." Klein lit up all over his chest, his attitude was extremely pious.

For him, it would be enough for Dunn and the others to find out the name and identity of the gentleman in the portrait. He could divine whereabouts on the fog!

…………

After leaving the Black Thorn Security Company, Klein, who was on a rest day, did not go home immediately, but took a public carriage to the dock area and arrived at the entrance of the "Dragon Bar".

He considered that although the "Divider" lacked direct means of defeating the enemy and did not cast spells quickly, the battle was divided into many types, and not all of them were encounter battles. As long as there was sufficient time to prepare, the "Divider" could also use ritual magic to deal with the enemy, just like he solved the magic mirror divination incident at Selena's house.

This means that the "Divider" should carry some herbs, essential oils, small candles and other items with you, so as not to be able to come up with the materials when needed and have to wait for death. After all, not everyone is like Selena, who has put a bunch of mysterious objects in their homes, which can be used just in time.

As for the ones that were applied for, Klein practiced too frequently and had almost used them. The remaining parts were contained in the small pockets on the inside of his clothes.

He touched the banknotes in his pocket, pushed open the heavy door of the "Dragon Bar", and walked in.

It was afternoon at this time, and there were not many customers in the bar, and there was no dog catching rat competition, and there was no boxing contest, which seemed quite deserted and not lively enough.

Klein looked at the two tables of guests drinking and playing cards, and prepared to walk to the billiard room leading to the underground trading market.

Just then, he saw an old man wearing a shabby naval officer's coat coming out.

"Are you the friend that Old Neil brought last time?" The blue-eyed old man with a messy brown hair and a strong smell of alcohol all over his body looked at Klein and said with a smile.

Klein vaguely guessed the other party's identity, took off his hat and said:

"Yes, I don't know what to call you?"

"Old Neil should have mentioned me to you, I am Svein, the boss here." The blue-eyed old man had thick arms, strong muscles, and had the temperament of an officer.

Former Tingen City's "Punisher" team captain... It is said that he had also been the Royal Navy... Klein responded politely:

"Yes."

"If you are short of money temporarily, you can come to me." Svein said with a smile, ready to walk to the bar.

At this moment, Klein's heart moved and he hurriedly shouted:

"Wait, Mr. Sviin, I have something I want to ask you."

Svein stopped, turned around halfway and said with a smile:

"You and you, well, your boss is really like you."

No, I don't have any memory problems... Klein's mouth moved, he took out the portrait directly and said:

"Have you ever met this gentleman?"

He suddenly thought that Selena must have been led into the underground trading market by Heinas Vancent, and Elizabeth also knew about the Dragon Bar. So, will this gentleman who has a certain relationship with Heinas Vancent in the portrait have also been here?

Svein took a closer look and answered surely:

"I remember him, he came to ask me if there were any documents and items related to the main peak of Hornaches."

Documents and items related to the main peak of Hornages? Klein was stunned for a moment and suddenly thought of another thing:

When he borrowed journals and magazines related to the main peak of Hornages at the Deville Library, the administrator casually mentioned that someone had just returned it, so he remembered it very clearly that he did not need to look up the cards to confirm whether it existed.

Could it be that the gentleman who borrowed those journals and magazines before me was the portrait?
Chapter completed!