Chapter: 1081
Talim's belongings, hair, flesh and blood, and daily records are all in place... Prince Edesak is very efficient in doing things, and it's not even night yet... Klein looked at the things spread out on the coffee table , suddenly felt that there were many eyes staring at him at this moment.
An ancient family of angels that has been passed down for more than 2,000 years, the background is absolutely beyond imagination, and being involved in the strife of the royal family is really likely to be crushed into powder anytime and anywhere... Maybe I have been monitored now... I must behave mediocrely enough, Only by being useless enough can you ensure your own safety... Klein had already thought about what to do, and checked his pocket watch, handkerchief, and hair without haste.
During this process, his spiritual intuition did not give any warning and did not stop him from divination.
After getting some insight in his mind, Klein took out the letter paper in the living room, picked up a pen, and wrote the divination statement: "Talim Dumont's real cause of death."
He behaved generously and frankly, as if he didn't feel that he was being monitored at this time.
Picking up the curly hair and handkerchief, Klein silently recited the divination sentences, leaning back against the back of the sofa, his eyes turned deep into meditation.
After seven times, he came to the dream world and saw the familiar Kragg Club lobby.
Immediately afterwards, he witnessed Talim Dumont clutching his heart again, and fell down with a distorted expression.
"Such a revelation shows that Talim did die of a sudden heart attack..." Klein opened his eyes and whispered to himself.
He frowned, showing a puzzled, puzzled and thoughtful expression.
He tried several times with different divination statements and got the same result.
He got up and paced back and forth several times.
He clenched his fist and hit himself on the head, as if he was angry that he was not good enough to help his friend track down the real culprit.
In the end, he sat down dejectedly, without moving for a long time, like the silhouette of a stone statue in the dim room.
It's almost there, so I can't use too much force... If no one was monitoring, I was fighting the air just now... Klein laughed at himself and shook his head, got up and walked to the kitchen.
After dinner, he seemed to perk up again, and carefully read the contents recorded on the stack of notes, including what Talim had done and who he had met on the day of his death and the days before.
At home, Red Rose Manor, Craig Club, Viscount Connard's mansion... nothing unusual... Klein picked up the sharpened pencil,
Draw a number of circles, marking the places to visit and the targets to inquire in the next few days.
After finishing all this, he sighed a long time, packed up his belongings without any confidence, washed up and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night when the red moon was covered by layers of clouds, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.
He turned over and got out of bed, slowly opened the door, entered the bathroom next door, and hid his body with a paper doll.
Taking four steps backwards, he came above the gray mist and sat in the seat belonging to "The Fool".
His eyes have become clear, no longer decadent, depressed, pessimistic and other emotions.
Immediately afterwards, Klein took out the projection of the blood-stained handkerchief from the dark pocket of the pajamas that he had repurposed from old clothes.
When he was packing up his things before, he used the extraordinary ability of the "magician" to secretly pull out the handkerchief and hide it on his body!
Taking a breath, Klein manifested a pen and paper, and wrote the divination statement that was no different from the first one: "Talim Dumont's real cause of death."
After reciting seven times calmly and peacefully, he took the paper and handkerchief, leaned back on the back of the chair, and fell asleep in the quiet and empty ancient palace.
In the gray, fragmented, and illusory world, Klein saw a completely different picture from before.
What appeared in his eyes was a hand-carved palm-sized puppet, complete with eyes, nose and mouth.
There were a few drops of dark red blood on the puppet's body, which dyed it a bit of a strange color. JrNovels.com
An ancient family of angels that has been passed down for more than 2,000 years, the background is absolutely beyond imagination, and being involved in the strife of the royal family is really likely to be crushed into powder anytime and anywhere... Maybe I have been monitored now... I must behave mediocrely enough, Only by being useless enough can you ensure your own safety... Klein had already thought about what to do, and checked his pocket watch, handkerchief, and hair without haste.
During this process, his spiritual intuition did not give any warning and did not stop him from divination.
After getting some insight in his mind, Klein took out the letter paper in the living room, picked up a pen, and wrote the divination statement: "Talim Dumont's real cause of death."
He behaved generously and frankly, as if he didn't feel that he was being monitored at this time.
Picking up the curly hair and handkerchief, Klein silently recited the divination sentences, leaning back against the back of the sofa, his eyes turned deep into meditation.
After seven times, he came to the dream world and saw the familiar Kragg Club lobby.
Immediately afterwards, he witnessed Talim Dumont clutching his heart again, and fell down with a distorted expression.
"Such a revelation shows that Talim did die of a sudden heart attack..." Klein opened his eyes and whispered to himself.
He frowned, showing a puzzled, puzzled and thoughtful expression.
He tried several times with different divination statements and got the same result.
He got up and paced back and forth several times.
He clenched his fist and hit himself on the head, as if he was angry that he was not good enough to help his friend track down the real culprit.
In the end, he sat down dejectedly, without moving for a long time, like the silhouette of a stone statue in the dim room.
It's almost there, so I can't use too much force... If no one was monitoring, I was fighting the air just now... Klein laughed at himself and shook his head, got up and walked to the kitchen.
After dinner, he seemed to perk up again, and carefully read the contents recorded on the stack of notes, including what Talim had done and who he had met on the day of his death and the days before.
At home, Red Rose Manor, Craig Club, Viscount Connard's mansion... nothing unusual... Klein picked up the sharpened pencil,
Draw a number of circles, marking the places to visit and the targets to inquire in the next few days.
After finishing all this, he sighed a long time, packed up his belongings without any confidence, washed up and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night when the red moon was covered by layers of clouds, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.
He turned over and got out of bed, slowly opened the door, entered the bathroom next door, and hid his body with a paper doll.
Taking four steps backwards, he came above the gray mist and sat in the seat belonging to "The Fool".
His eyes have become clear, no longer decadent, depressed, pessimistic and other emotions.
Immediately afterwards, Klein took out the projection of the blood-stained handkerchief from the dark pocket of the pajamas that he had repurposed from old clothes.
When he was packing up his things before, he used the extraordinary ability of the "magician" to secretly pull out the handkerchief and hide it on his body!
Taking a breath, Klein manifested a pen and paper, and wrote the divination statement that was no different from the first one: "Talim Dumont's real cause of death."
After reciting seven times calmly and peacefully, he took the paper and handkerchief, leaned back on the back of the chair, and fell asleep in the quiet and empty ancient palace.
In the gray, fragmented, and illusory world, Klein saw a completely different picture from before.
What appeared in his eyes was a hand-carved palm-sized puppet, complete with eyes, nose and mouth.
There were a few drops of dark red blood on the puppet's body, which dyed it a bit of a strange color. JrNovels.com
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