Historical projection, is this the skill of a high-sequence "divineer"?
After calming down, Klein quietly stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes blank, and his fingers caressing the outline of his face.
He roughly recalled his memory when he was unconscious, but it seemed that he could not recall the thin gray mist and crimson light that was the signature of "Mystery" when he usually took action.
After holding another handful of water and slapping it hard on his face, Klein finally put on his black-rimmed glasses without prescription and walked out of the bathroom.
"Mr. Moriarty, this is everything."
Before Klein could ask questions, Ian stood up on his own initiative and handed over a bulging bag made of clothes. There was a faint jingling sound coming from inside.
Klein opened his pocket skillfully, took a peek inside, and roughly scanned the items inside.
In the pocket of the uniform made of canvas, there are Meursault's homemade charms, blood-stained tarot cards and notes, as well as a variety of simple trap materials and hidden weapons commonly used by "hunters", and even a thin flicker of spiritual light.
"Good job." Klein nodded approvingly, then his tone changed and he ordered very seriously, "Go guard the door and don't let anyone in. I want to perform divination."
Klein has not deliberately concealed the fact that he is an Extraordinary, but has constantly revealed some of his abilities to Ian.
Because in future cooperation, Klein will inevitably experience many things that require the use of extraordinary power to deal with, and may even require the help of abilities above the gray fog.
Instead of being secretive at that time and revealing his specialness because he didn't say hello to Ian in advance, it would be better to use some reasons in advance to instill some reasons into his young assistant that would be easier to accept without making it difficult for him to distinguish between the various rituals.
Reasons for ordinary people to doubt.
It seems that he has a certain understanding of extraordinary power, or it may be that Zerrell has made a similar request before. Ian easily accepted Klein's request, quietly stepped out, and closed the door that was about to fall.
wooden door.
Klein, who had been in a state of spiritual vision and noticed that no one was in the corridor, nodded slightly, took out the commonly used silver dagger from the double-breasted coat that he laid on the bed, and wrapped it around the wall of the small room, spraying spirituality and creating
A spiritual wall has been built.
He wants to find the real commander through channeling while Meursault's spirit has not dissipated!
After countless psychic rituals and self-responses, the spiritual wall is still dominated by the delicate fragrance of spiritual materials.
The citrine pendant was removed by Familiar, and Klein stood beside Meursault's body, looking down indifferently, with the corners of his mouth trembling slightly.
"Meursault's chief messenger in this assassination attempt."
After reciting silently seven times, Klein's brown eyes were stained with a layer of chaotic pure black, and he soon entered a hazy dreamland composed of spirituality.
The gray mist that appeared in front of my eyes remained still for two seconds, and suddenly there was a change of light and shadow, condensing into blurry and abstract pictures and scenes.
This is different from performing divination directly on the gray fog. Klein needs to respond to himself. At the same time, because he is lowering his power, the divination process can only rely entirely on his own strength, and he cannot obtain more information through the high level of the gray fog.
In this abstract scene, Meursault's figure is relatively clear. With him as the center of the circle, the entire picture gradually moves toward reality with the blessing of spirituality.
He was standing in a relatively luxuriously decorated room with dim light and shadow, probably underground.
In this suspected secret room, a middle-aged man without a hat was standing in front of Meursault. The collar and cuffs of his white shirt were decorated with complex, layered, petal-like decorations, which made him look particularly luxurious.
The overall design is relatively flamboyant.
The trousers on the lower body are not cuffed at the low end, and dark purple lines are finely embroidered on both sides of the trouser legs. Although the shape is regular, the overall feeling is very tight, echoing the tight vest on the upper body, giving people a
A fancy and exaggerated feeling.
This middle-aged man is none other than the Intis ambassador who had previously visited the Zigman Party stronghold—Bécron Jean Martin.
He had brown hair and blue eyes, a thin face, and the arrogance in his eyes without restraint. He looked at Meursault and said loudly:
"No matter what you do, as long as it is not a terrorist attack in Queens or the West End, you must find the bounty hunter hired by Zerrell and Ian Wright. Remember, you must survive or be killed.
, deliver it to me within an hour, preferably no more than fifteen minutes."
"Yes, Mr. Ambassador." Meursault tried his best to hide his unruliness. Although he had lowered his head, the flame of confidence in his eyes was still burning brightly.
In silence, the picture shattered, and Klein frowned slightly as he exited the dreamland.
He never imagined that the first thing he encountered after arriving in Backlund was to be involved in a conspiracy planned by an ambassador.
Judging from the common sense taught in international politics classes and Klein's experience on Earth, the ambassador of a big country can almost be regarded as the talker in this area and can control most of the forces under his country in the region.
This matter actually involves a country!
Judging from the dressing style of the ambassador just now, he should belong to the Republic of Intis, the country formerly ruled by Emperor Russell... This is a powerful country...
From this point of view, it seems that Detective Zerrell should be responsible for tasks that are more important to the Fusac Empire. It is no wonder that the unknown intelligence officer said that if his task is successfully completed, he will be "reported" directly. It is not an exaggeration.
Rhetoric...
Moreover, there should be someone who is good at divination around the Intis ambassador. This is the best time for the spirit body to dissipate and channel.
I remember that the Esoteric Order seems to have originated from Intis...
Klein thought for a while, and after making sure that the nearby spiritual wall had not been touched, he gave the dream divination sentence again.
"Has Meursault ever had contact with a 'divineer' or an extraordinary person of the 'Peeper' path?"
These are the two paths that Klein knows are best at divination. The rest, whether they are the "Sun" path controlled by the Church of the Sun in Intis, the "Artisan" path controlled by the Church of Steam and Machinery, or the military
The "Hunter" path controlled by Fang does not have the corresponding skills for divination.
Gray dreams flooded into Klein's mind again, and once the middle-aged gentleman appeared.
This time, a handsome man with black hair, blue eyes and a beard appeared next to him. He looked at Meursault who was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room with a warm expression. In addition, there was nothing else in this room.
There are two other people, one is an ordinary young man, and the other is the "Rose Bishop" who almost killed Klein - Helen.
There was a crash, the screen shattered, and Klein returned to reality again.
Perhaps because there are too few preconditions related to the divination content, during the dream divination, Klein could only see the character's lips opening and closing, but could not hear any sounds.
However, he also learned from this that there must be a "divineer" beside the Intis ambassador, and it was very likely that he was in the middle rank.
And judging from the functions of the magical items he obtained from "Mystery", the mid-sequence "Soothsayer" is likely to have the ability to change his appearance.
Maybe at some point, the people around me will be replaced by the ambassador's subordinates... Klein familiarly lifted the blockade of the spiritual wall, glanced at the two corpses in the room, and came up with a bold idea.
Come to mind.
He walked quietly to the door of the room, knocked twice, and Ian, who was guarding outside, quickly got in. The wooden door half hung on the door frame creaked several times.
The big boy whose nose was red from the cold just now did not ask his employer what he was doing just now. Instead, he looked at the current situation in the house very professionally, considered it for a while, and made a pertinent suggestion:
"Mr. Moriarty, we may need to deal with the scene."
"Although the Zigman Party should have bribed the boss here, from his point of view, he should not take the initiative to call the police tonight."
"But by the next morning, the news of the death here will inevitably reach the ears of the police. No matter how lax the police in the East District are, for a murder case of this heinous nature, they will still take action due to possible pressure from reporters.
The process should be given a certain amount of attention.”
"If we want to avoid trouble now, we should probably leave right away while it's night."
Are you very thoughtful... Klein looked at Ian in surprise and nodded approvingly. He was now more interested in this big boy's past.
"Good advice, but I have a better idea and just need your help."
"What's your suggestion?" Ian raised his head, which kept scanning the two corpses, and asked in a low voice.
The corners of Klein's mouth were slightly raised, and he smiled a little evilly. Combined with Sherlock Moriarty's face, he had an "evil" feeling for a moment.
"Aren't there two corpses?"
"And Meursault personally killed the poor resident, why couldn't the resident also kill the criminal who committed the robbery?"
The resident killed the "executioner" of the Zigman Party?
After hearing Klein's idea, Ian's blood-red pupils dilated slightly and he looked at his employer in disbelief, a little horrified by this bold idea.
What did he do before?
If poor Ian hadn't witnessed Klein killing the talker of the Zigman Party, he would have doubted whether his new employer was the real murderer of Detective Zerrell.
He is also very skilled!
However, after thinking carefully, Ian nodded slightly and confirmed the plan.
"This is indeed a good idea, and it makes sense logically. However, will those official Extraordinary people really not find out that he is an Extraordinary person?"
Ian, who was standing next to Meursault's body, pointed, a little worried.
"Actually, no, not much extraordinary power was used in the battle just now. It was purely a fight between firearms and flesh. Moreover, I have taken away Meursault's extraordinary characteristics. As long as the Eastern District Police Department does not check it carefully, there will be nothing.
Big question." Klein, who had watched nearly a thousand episodes of Conan, smiled, raising the corners of his mouth somewhat self-deprecatingly, and sounded confident.
Unexpectedly, I, a good law-abiding citizen, would become like this... Klein cursed, immediately squatted down, and quickly started working on the forgery scene.