"Forget it, how much money is charged, how much is in charge, I just need to confirm Zreal's current situation."

He turned around, walked back to the living room, and took out a copper coin with a denomination of 1/4 penny from his trouser pocket.

when!

As the copper coins rolled upwards, Klein's eyes darkened as he meditated whether there was a mortal factor in this incident.

Then, with his right hand outstretched, he tried to catch the falling copper penny.

when! The coin slipped through his fingertips, fell to the ground, and rolled away for a long time.

This result means that the divination has failed.

"It seems that Ian is hiding more things than I imagined... The information is so lacking that he can't even get vague divination results..." Klein tightened his lower lip, stepped forward, bent down and picked up the copper coins.

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That night, in the early hours of the morning, at No. 138 Qiangwei Long Street in the Backlund Bridge area.

Klein changed into a cheap light blue worker's uniform, and his mouth, chin, and cheeks were covered with black beards. At first glance, he looked rough and barbaric.

He wore a dark peaked cap with the brim pushed down so low that it almost covered his eyes.

This kind of hat originally belonged to the hunters of the Republic of Intis, and it was somewhat different from the traditional deer hunting hat of the Loen Kingdom, but recently it became popular among the middle and lower classes of Backlund.

Hiding in the shadow of the Intis sycamore tree beside the road, Klein looked at the opposite house with the help of the elegant gas street lamp.

That was Zreal's home.

This detective is from South Wales, and his parents, relatives, and friends are all there. He ventured into Backlund alone, and gradually gained some fame.

He is still a bachelor, and he only hired two temporary maids, the kind who come to clean up every three days, regardless of board and lodging.

At this time, the townhouse he rented had no light at all, and it was pitch black.

Klein untied the silver chain in the cuff of his left wrist, letting the citrine pendant hang down naturally.

"There's danger inside."

"There's danger inside."

...

After seven times in a row, he opened his eyes and saw that the pendulum was rotating clockwise, but the speed was very slow and the amplitude was very small.

"It's dangerous, it's not that big." Klein whispered, reconfirming the tarot cards, self-made charms, holy night powder and other items he was carrying.

After all this was done, he looked around, taking advantage of the stillness of the night, he quickly flashed to the opposite side.

Zreal's house has no porch, no garden, and no lawn. It is directly facing the curb next to the road. Klein walked around to the side, followed the water pipe, and easily climbed to the small balcony on the second floor where he dried his clothes.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a Tarot card, stuffed it into the gap, and opened the door leading to the corridor.

According to the layout of the house drawn by Ian, Klein walked out of Zreal's bedroom almost silently.

He tapped his left teeth lightly, activated his spirit vision, and looked inside through the wooden door.

Spirit Vision can see the color of the aura through the barriers of non-spirituality, but this is closely related to its own level. Currently, Klein can observe through the wooden door, but he can't overcome the stone wall, and the scene he sees will not be very clear. JrNovels.com