Seeing what the "Nighthawks" said, Klein endured the creepy feeling of being followed, spied on, and scrutinized but couldn't find the target, and walked to the main entrance of the single-family house step by step.

If I stay like this for a long time, I will become nervous... When Dunn reached out to knock on the door, Klein quickly looked back again. The flowers were swaying in the wind, but there was no one there.

"Come in, gentlemen." A slightly ethereal voice came from the room.

Dunn twisted the handle, pushed the door open, and said to the woman sitting on the sofa, "Daily, is there any result?"

The chandelier in the living room is not lit, and a leather sofa with a main and two sets surrounds a coffee table made of marble.

A candle was burning on the coffee table, but the flame was bright blue, covering the semi-open layout of the living room, dining room and kitchen with a flickering and weird color.

In the middle of the couch sits a lady, wearing a black robe with a hood, applying blue eye shadow and blush, and a silver chain with a white crystal pendant wrapped around her exposed wrist.

The first time he saw her, Klein had an inexplicable feeling: dressed like a real psychic...

Is this playing yourself?

Daly, the "psychic" with a strange beauty, glanced at Klein with sparkling green eyes, looked at Dunn Smith and said: "The original spirits have disappeared, including Welch and Naya's, now The little guys here don't know anything."

spirit? The psychic... Those invisible observers just now are spirits? There are so many spirits? Klein took off his hat, put it on his chest, bowed slightly and said, "Good evening, ma'am."

Dunn Smith sighed and said, "It's really tricky..."

"Daly, this is Klein Moretti, try to find something from him."

"Spiritualist" Daly's gaze immediately turned to Klein. She pointed to the single sofa in the deputy seat and said, "Please sit down."

"Thank you." Klein nodded, walked over a few steps, sat down obediently, and raised his heart unconsciously.

Whether it is life or death, whether it will survive smoothly, or whether the secret will be exposed, all depends on the next development!

And what makes me most powerless is that I lack something to rely on, so I can only hope for something special...

This is really a very bad feeling... Klein thought bitterly.

As Dunn sat on the double sofa opposite him, "Psychic" Daly took out two thumb-sized glass bottles from the hidden pocket at his waist.

She looked at Klein with a smile in her green eyes and said, "I need a little help. After all, you are not an enemy. You can't be treated so directly and roughly. It will make you uncomfortable, feel pain, and even leave serious sequelae. , I will give you some fragrance, give you enough tenderness and lubrication, let you let go of yourself a little bit, and really immerse yourself in that feeling."

Why doesn't this sound right... Klein was speechless for a while, his eyes filled with surprise.

Dunn on the opposite side smiled and said: "Don't be surprised, unlike the guys in the Church of the Lord of Storms, here, women can also verbally flirt with men. Regarding this, you should be able to understand, your mother is a devout goddess believers, you and your brother also attended church Sunday school."

"I understand, but I didn't expect it to be like this, like this..." Klein gestured, but couldn't find a suitable adjective, and almost blurted out the corresponding translation of "old driver".

The corner of Dunn's mouth turned up: "Don't worry, Daly seldom does this. She just wants to calm and relax you in this way. She likes corpses more than men."

"You make me look like a pervert." "Psychic" Daly interjected with a smile.

She opened one of the small bottles and sprinkled a few drops into the bright blue candle flame: "The pure dew distilled and extracted from night vanilla, deep sleep flower, and chamomile, I call it 'Amanda', in Hermes language Tranquility means, it smells good."

While speaking, the candle flickered a few times, and the few drops of pure dew quickly evaporated and filled the room.

A quiet and charming fragrance penetrated Klein's nose, his emotions were no longer tense, and his mind quickly calmed down, as if he was looking down at the darkness in the dead of night.

"This bottle is called 'Spiritual Eye'. It is made from the bark and leaves of dragon tree and poplar tree in the sun for seven days, boiled three times, and soaked in Langzi wine. Of course, there will be a few spells in the middle. ..." The amber liquid dripped on the bright blue candlelight along with the description of "The Psychic" Daly.

Klein smelled the scent of wine, the ethereal and elusive scent of wine. He saw the candle flame shaking violently, and saw Daly's blue eyeshadow and blush shimmering with a strange luster, and even doubled. JrNovels.com