Chapter: 253
After walking four steps counterclockwise, chanting incantations while walking, Klein penetrated madness again, penetrated madness, and returned to above the gray mist.
This time, he didn't notice any crimson star shrinking and expanding, but he noticed that behind the high-backed chair at the top of the long bronze table, there was a strange pattern formed by part of the "eye without pupil" and part of the "distorted thread". The symbol is flickering faintly, making illusory prayers.
Klein listened carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, the portrait of the "third person" reappeared, and cast it towards the flowing twilight in the way of responding to prayers.
After doing all this, he immediately left the mysterious world above the gray mist and returned to his bedroom.
As soon as he stood firm, the portrait immediately appeared in front of Klein's eyes, and he felt an illusory and weak power added to him.
He picked up the pen, found a blank piece of paper, and expressed his willingness to express it.
To Klein's surprise, his right hand moved uncontrollably, quickly drawing lines.
It didn't take long before he saw the lifelike portrait of the "third person".
After writing down the hair color, eye color and other characteristics, Klein, whose right hand was slightly twitching, let out a long sigh of relief.
The "illusion" he saw before his eyes was fading rapidly.
Halls Block, Divination Club.
Klein pressed down the half-height silk top hat on his head, walked along the stairs, and walked towards the door step by step.
He is no longer in the usual formal attire, but a white shirt with a light vest, and a knee-length black thin windbreaker over it, adding a bit of a dashing aura to his whole person.
This set of combat-ready clothing only cost him 1 pound, including the manual allowance for sewing small pockets on the inside. Compared with the tuxedo suit, it is so cheap that it makes people want to cry.
After touching the revolver in the gun pocket under his arm and the metal vials in the small inner pocket, Klein took out the portrait and walked into the divination club.
Not surprisingly, he saw Angelica, the beautiful lady in charge of the reception.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti, I thought you wouldn't come here until every few days." Angelica was startled for a moment, and then smiled brightly.
Klein took off his hat, sighed softly, and said, "Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica, I had a dream at noon. I dreamed about Mr. Haynes Vincent, and dreamed about something related to him. , you know, as a fortune teller, you must not ignore every dream, it may be the revelation of the gods."
Confused by the words full of magic stick temperament, Angelica nodded thoughtfully, and asked curiously, "What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that Haines Vincent was arguing with this person." Klein handed over the folded paper in his hand.
Taking advantage of Angelica's opportunity to unfold the portrait, he squeezed the space between his brows and watched the other person's emotional color.
"This person..." Angelica looked at the photo-like portrait, lost in thought.
In Klein's eyes, her emotional aura is "thinking blue", which is a normal reaction.
"This man..." Angelica whispered again, then slowly raised her head and said, "I've seen him before."
Klein lifted his spirits, and immediately asked, "When?"
"I can't remember the exact date, it should have been a month ago, when I saw him bring Mr. Vincent to the door, talking in a low voice, because of his thick and messy eyebrows, because of Mr. Vincent's rare smile, I was very impressed." Angelica described while recalling, "Yes, he has a pair of gray-blue eyes, and his hair is the same as most men of his age, not much left."
"After that, or before, have you seen him?" Klein asked gently.
Angelica shook her head: "No, definitely not, I don't even know what his name is, to be honest, if it wasn't for you, I would suspect that the person who took out this portrait was the police investigating the cause of Mr. Vincent's death , Heh, I won�t be surprised by any enlightenment you get, you are a true fortune-teller.�
I'm sorry, but I'm just a policeman... Klein complained silently, and sighed: "A true fortune-teller will understand the insignificance of oneself and the greatness of fate. We can only see a vague corner of it forever, and we can only get enlightenment forever." Rather than an answer, you must always reflect on it, maintain awe, and interpret it carefully, and you cannot regard yourself as a wise man who has mastered your destiny."
After summarizing his experience during this period, Klein suddenly found that his spiritual vision was a little clearer, and he could even vaguely distinguish certain details of the color of Angelica's aura. JrNovels.com
This time, he didn't notice any crimson star shrinking and expanding, but he noticed that behind the high-backed chair at the top of the long bronze table, there was a strange pattern formed by part of the "eye without pupil" and part of the "distorted thread". The symbol is flickering faintly, making illusory prayers.
Klein listened carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, the portrait of the "third person" reappeared, and cast it towards the flowing twilight in the way of responding to prayers.
After doing all this, he immediately left the mysterious world above the gray mist and returned to his bedroom.
As soon as he stood firm, the portrait immediately appeared in front of Klein's eyes, and he felt an illusory and weak power added to him.
He picked up the pen, found a blank piece of paper, and expressed his willingness to express it.
To Klein's surprise, his right hand moved uncontrollably, quickly drawing lines.
It didn't take long before he saw the lifelike portrait of the "third person".
After writing down the hair color, eye color and other characteristics, Klein, whose right hand was slightly twitching, let out a long sigh of relief.
The "illusion" he saw before his eyes was fading rapidly.
Halls Block, Divination Club.
Klein pressed down the half-height silk top hat on his head, walked along the stairs, and walked towards the door step by step.
He is no longer in the usual formal attire, but a white shirt with a light vest, and a knee-length black thin windbreaker over it, adding a bit of a dashing aura to his whole person.
This set of combat-ready clothing only cost him 1 pound, including the manual allowance for sewing small pockets on the inside. Compared with the tuxedo suit, it is so cheap that it makes people want to cry.
After touching the revolver in the gun pocket under his arm and the metal vials in the small inner pocket, Klein took out the portrait and walked into the divination club.
Not surprisingly, he saw Angelica, the beautiful lady in charge of the reception.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti, I thought you wouldn't come here until every few days." Angelica was startled for a moment, and then smiled brightly.
Klein took off his hat, sighed softly, and said, "Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica, I had a dream at noon. I dreamed about Mr. Haynes Vincent, and dreamed about something related to him. , you know, as a fortune teller, you must not ignore every dream, it may be the revelation of the gods."
Confused by the words full of magic stick temperament, Angelica nodded thoughtfully, and asked curiously, "What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that Haines Vincent was arguing with this person." Klein handed over the folded paper in his hand.
Taking advantage of Angelica's opportunity to unfold the portrait, he squeezed the space between his brows and watched the other person's emotional color.
"This person..." Angelica looked at the photo-like portrait, lost in thought.
In Klein's eyes, her emotional aura is "thinking blue", which is a normal reaction.
"This man..." Angelica whispered again, then slowly raised her head and said, "I've seen him before."
Klein lifted his spirits, and immediately asked, "When?"
"I can't remember the exact date, it should have been a month ago, when I saw him bring Mr. Vincent to the door, talking in a low voice, because of his thick and messy eyebrows, because of Mr. Vincent's rare smile, I was very impressed." Angelica described while recalling, "Yes, he has a pair of gray-blue eyes, and his hair is the same as most men of his age, not much left."
"After that, or before, have you seen him?" Klein asked gently.
Angelica shook her head: "No, definitely not, I don't even know what his name is, to be honest, if it wasn't for you, I would suspect that the person who took out this portrait was the police investigating the cause of Mr. Vincent's death , Heh, I won�t be surprised by any enlightenment you get, you are a true fortune-teller.�
I'm sorry, but I'm just a policeman... Klein complained silently, and sighed: "A true fortune-teller will understand the insignificance of oneself and the greatness of fate. We can only see a vague corner of it forever, and we can only get enlightenment forever." Rather than an answer, you must always reflect on it, maintain awe, and interpret it carefully, and you cannot regard yourself as a wise man who has mastered your destiny."
After summarizing his experience during this period, Klein suddenly found that his spiritual vision was a little clearer, and he could even vaguely distinguish certain details of the color of Angelica's aura. JrNovels.com
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