It was also a dream divination, but Klein saw more scenes this time.

The first scene is still the small, dark, dirty room and Ian Wright sleeping on the high and low beds.

The second act is the sewer that the two of them went to at the same time. Ian squatted in front of Zerrel's incomplete body, reached out to rub the two rows of white teeth, and took off one of them.

The third act is the bustling and noisy street, where passers-by dress simply, even outdated or tattered.

There are gardens and lawns in the middle of the street, surrounded by low chimneys with mist. Ian, wearing an old coat and a dome hat, looked vigilantly and entered the telegraph office not far from the middle of the street. Diagonally opposite is the entrance of the mall-like steam subway.

The picture quickly faded until it was transparent. Klein opened his eyes and slowly tapped the edge of the bronze long table with his index finger, making a preliminary judgment:

"From that tooth and the telegram, Zerriel and Ian are not a detective combination involved in a dangerous event by chance. There is an organization behind them!"

"It should be possible to determine where the third act scene corresponds to..."

Klein didn't rush to analyze in depth, because he didn't want to stay on the fog for too long.

Leaving the high-backed chair belonging to the "fool", he came to the side corner and rummaged through the paper bag he had sent here before to find out the extraordinary characteristics of Meerso.

Holding the jelly-like crimson item, Klein sat down again and wrote a new divination sentence:

"The corresponding potion name."

While reciting silently, he held the extraordinary ball of character in one hand and grabbed the paper with divination sentences in the other hand. With the help of meditation, he entered a deep sleep.

In the gray and psychedelic dream, the ambassador, dressed so gorgeously that he had a thin face and a stubborn stubborn appearance again in Klein's eyes.

He held a bottle of crimson liquid and told Merle:

"Drink it, drink this bottle of 'hunter' potion, and you can dominate the Zmange Party. Of course, money is also indispensable. Emperor Rossell once said, one hand is big stick and the other hand is carrot."

"Hunter? Beckland is a metropolis..." Murso frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

In his illiterate understanding, hunters belong to the wild and animals.

The middle-aged ambassador smiled and said:

"The largest city and the largest dark jungle."

"Here, everyone has two identities, one is prey and the other is hunter."

"No matter how weak a hunter is, he is a hunter, and may harm powerful prey."

"Go and join this grand hunt."

...

The picture shattered and turned into countless lights and shadows. Klein looked down at the extraordinary dark red characteristic in his hand, and silently said to himself:

"It turned out to be the 'hunter' potion. No wonder Meurso was so good at fighting and used poison-tempered blowjobs."

"No wonder he was able to pursue me..."

"However, he doesn't seem to really understand the essence of the hunter, has no preset traps, has no weapons, and has not played the corresponding specialties... On the one hand, it is because he doesn't know that I am an extraordinary person, and he is an extraordinary person in Sequence 8, so he is despised. On the other hand, it also shows that he has not been taking the potion for a long time..."

"The 'hunter' path is controlled by the Soren family of the Thies royal family and the Einhorn family, the ruler of the Fsak Empire, and the secret organization "Iron Blood Cross", which has only appeared in the past two or three hundred years. With the style of clothing, the identity of the ambassador is almost certain... The senior diplomat of the Intis Republic and the ambassador to the Kingdom of Ruin..."

"I don't know what the important item he wants to get will be..."

As his thoughts rolled, Klein wrapped himself with his spirituality and fell down.

As soon as he returned to the room, he immediately looked around with caution and found no abnormal changes.

Huh, Klein breathed silently, and he had more confidence in summoning the members of the Tarot Club on time tomorrow afternoon.

He found the map of Bakerland he bought on the steam train, looking for the Telegraph Bureau along the subway, and the Telegraph Bureau not far from the center of the street.

There are only a few subway lines in Beckland at present, and Kline quickly determined three targets, one in the West Side, one in the St. George and one in the East Side where the Beckland Bridge area meets the area of ​​Beckland Bridge.

He recalled the dress and class positioning of most pedestrians in the dream, and got the final answer:

The third place!

Where the East End meets the Beckland Bridge area!

Sometimes, interpreting revelations also requires rich real knowledge and corresponding reasoning skills... Klein laughed at himself and came to the desk. After the statement he wrote before, another sentence was added to make the content on the paper richer:

"I don't know where Ian Wright is. After I found Zerrell's body, I never saw him again. However, I learned through my own channels that Ian Wright had appeared at the Telegraph Office on White Rum Street."

After writing, Klein did not fold and put away the paper, nor did he ignite it with his spirituality. Instead, he let it spread it on the desk and display his own contents freely.

After a deep stare, Klein returned to the bed and took off his clothes and went to bed.

Outside the closed curtains, the red moon emerged from the clouds, shining brightly and perfectly.

…………

Hilston District, inside a house.

Fols, who was sleeping separately from Xiu, suddenly sat up, stretched out his hands, and covered his head.

Her pretty good face had been twisted to the extreme, as ferocious as a demon.

Forsy held his ears on both sides and kept rolling on the bed, as if in the face of the illusory murmur.

Drips of sweat on her forehead were oozing, and the blue veins on the back of her hands were bulging.

Her body was sometimes tense and sometimes rolling, and her light blue eyes, which had a banter and lazy smell, were filled with pain.

Deep in the pupil, there seemed to be countless lights and shadows changing and stacking.

"No!" Fors finally couldn't bear it and let out a low scream.

Her hands no longer covered her ears, but instead grabbed her hair, as if she wanted to fight the pain with pain.

After twisting and squirming for several minutes, Forth finally stopped.

She let go of her hands, saw the handfuls of slightly curly brown hair, and smiled weakly on her own smile:

"I deceived Xiu, and I told her that every full moon whisper has no bad effect on me...at least hair loss is a serious problem..."

Fors sat up with difficulty, looked at the curtain half-blocked the window, and through the gap, he saw the dreamy crimson moon outside.

"It's more serious than it once. Will you lose control next time..." Fors whispered, unable to suppress the weakness that is usually buried deep in his heart.

She tried to separate the bracelet that could be teleported by the spiritual world from itself, but this could no longer cause the disappearance of the full moon's whisper.

She tried taking tranquilizers, chanting the name of the god of steam and machinery, and trying some ritual magic, but none of them changed the status quo of her gradually falling into the abyss.

"It would be great if I could understand what the muttering was saying... I hope to die clearly instead of being buried in a confused manner... Maybe, maybe, after the promotion sequence 8, I will hear it more clearly? But, I have never encountered anyone selling the recipe for "Master of Magic". "Fols stared out the window, his eyes were dyed with a layer of red by the moonlight.

…………

Early Monday morning, Klein, who was not sleeping soundly, woke up early and turned over and got out of bed.

He walked towards the desk, prepared to pull the curtains, open the windows, and let the light and the wind outside come in at the same time.

At this moment, he swept the piece of paper spread out on the desk from the corner of his eyes.

It faces the window and remains in its original shape.

However, Klein clearly remembered that before going to bed last night, the paper was facing the chair and the bed!

After just one sleep, it turned upside down and changed its direction!

Klein's pupils tightened, and he suddenly reached out and pulled the curtain. He saw that the convex belly window was still closed, and no ray of wind came in!

In the absence of wind, the paper turned half a circle by itself!

No, someone has come in, without me noticing it! Klein only felt a chill rushing along his spine to his head.

He was sleeping and had no reaction to this!

This means that he was almost at slaughtered by others at that time, and life and death only depend on the other party's mood and thoughts!

Is it a member of the special military department or a powerful and extraordinary person sent by the ambassador? Judging from the fact that the paper has not been restored to its original state and kept it upside down, it is more likely that the latter will be a certain warning... It is amazing to be able to sneak in silently like this... Should I thank him for his kindness? No, why not do something easy? There must be a certain reason... Don't want to alarm the members of the special military department around the surveillance? Klein was in a rush of thoughts and thought a lot with difficulty.

He wrote those words last night, letting the paper spread on the desk, in order to make people see, to make things he wants to know, to postpone possible revenge until the end of the matter, and to give himself more time to prepare.

However, what Klein originally expected was that the other party should take advantage of his own way out and take advantage of the opportunity that the special military departments' monitoring of the houses was weakened. Who knew that he could bypass the extraordinary people around him and quietly enter the bedroom, while he was still asleep.

This feeling of life and death being controlled by others is very uncomfortable!

"Extraordinary person with great power or weird abilities..." Klein turned his body, turned his back to the convex belly window, and took out a 1pc copper coin.

“Someone sneaked into this room last night.”

...

He silently recited the sentence, and with the help of his body, he popped up the coins.

The coin rolled and jumped, and it fell downwards before it exceeded Klein's shoulder, falling into his spread palm.

This time the numbers are facing upwards.

This means no!

It means no one sneaked into Klein's bedroom last night!

The paper will not turn for no reason... Am I sleepwalking? No, I can keep awake even if the captain invades the dream... Klein immediately frowned and thought of two possibilities:

"One, divination results are interfered with and misled."
Chapter completed!