Outside were several policemen in black uniforms, one seemed to be from Loen, and the rest were either mixed race or pure natives.

"Is there something?" Klein asked suspiciously.

"Please show your ID." A mixed-race person said politely, because the gentleman opposite seemed to be from Loen as well.

Fortunately, I just applied for a copy, otherwise I would have to go to the police station tonight, or run away on the spot, change my appearance, and start over again... Klein muttered and returned to the room, and took out his ID card.

The leading Loen police officer casually flipped through the pages and said, "Mr. Jould, do you live here alone?"

"Yes, everyone in the hotel can prove it." Klein replied frankly.

The Loen police officer smiled slightly and said, "Have you ever seen this man?"

As he spoke, he asked the police officer next to him to open a portrait. It was an old man with an unusually thin body and messy white hair. Apart from these, he had no obvious features.

"No." Klein shook his head.

"He likes candy very much." The Loen police officer added.

"Candy..." Klein suddenly remembered the mysterious man with a hood beside "Silver Coin Viper" Odell, who had been eating coffee-colored candies at short intervals.

After deliberating for a while, Klein said without hiding, "Maybe I've seen it before. When I was at the Seaweed Bar, I saw a candy-loving person following Odell, the 'Silver Coin Viper'."

The Loenian police officer didn't hide his disappointed expression, thanked him briefly, and ended the questioning.

After they knocked on another room, Klein closed the wooden door and returned to the easy chair.

"The Odell matter not only attracted people from MI9, but also asked the Governor's Mansion to arrange a manpower to carry out a city-wide investigation. It's not easy..." He whispered a few words, and decided to go above the gray fog to browse the "Scepter of the Sea God" "The surrounding prayer spots are looking for more information from the prayers of many believers in Bayam, so as not to be drawn into the big whirlpool inexplicably because of wrong responses.

Entering the bathroom, above the gray mist, Klein beckoned and let the bone scepter surrounded by countless light spots fly out from the pile of debris.

Browsing through the dots one by one, he could only confirm that the interrogation just now was not a small-scale matter, and the targets were Odell and the mysterious man, but he couldn't know more.

After thinking for a while, he turned his gaze to a spot of light specially marked by divinity.

It belonged to a mixed-race policeman named Braia, who called himself "Sea God", and endured the humiliation to convert to "Storm Lord", just to climb higher in the police station.

He's a superintendent now!

Then, Klein cast the will of "Sea God" into the corresponding light spot.

Braya, who was arranging work for his subordinates at the police station, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly found an excuse, entered the bathroom, and prayed in a low voice: "Blessed of the sea and the spiritual world, great Kavitua, you followers report to you.

"The key person we are looking for tonight is a very thin old man. His hair has all turned white, but it is still thick, but it is very messy. He is very afraid of the cold, and he will wear thick clothes in Bayam. He likes to eat Sugar, like itself is a steam engine, and candy is high-quality coal, the above means, find him but don't hurt him."

Klein ignored Braia, pulled his thoughts back, tapped the edge of the long table with his finger and said, "Compared to the portrait, this description gives me a sense of familiarity.

"It seems that I have heard of it somewhere..."

For a "Seer", having a sense of familiarity means having a clue, so Klein wrote the divination statement and began to ask about his spirituality.

While reciting the sentence silently, he leaned against the back of the chair, using meditation as a pedal, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the gloomy dream world, Klein found himself back in Backlund, at No. 15 Minsk Street where he rented before.

In front of him was Ian with bright red eyes. The big boy raised his head and said, "Tulane von Hermoschuin, the greatest scientist, mathematician, and mechanic after Emperor Roselle, the first The father of the second-generation difference engine."

Suddenly, Klein woke up and understood who MI9 was looking for! JrNovels.com