Chapter: 572
In another case, when he gave feedback, he could see the scene and hear the synchronized sound, but once the response was over, he could no longer obtain additional information.
But now, he seems to be watching a video, a reality show video full of mosaics that has been maintained for a long time.
He witnessed the petite lady talking with a man wearing a golden mask in the study, and heard her companion call her Hugh, and he understood that she was looking for the extraordinary material corresponding to the potion of "Magistrate"...
It wasn't until the two ladies returned home that Klein regretted that he couldn't see their house numbers clearly, and the "video" came to an end.
Looking at the sun-like golden color that gradually dissipated, he nodded thoughtfully, vaguely understanding why this abnormality occurred.
"In other words, the power of purification helped me maintain the corresponding channel? Hugh's 30 pounds was worth it... I don't know when I will be able to maintain it..." Klein shook his head and smiled, manifesting a paper Pen, intending to continue divination of Ian Wright's whereabouts above the gray fog.
It was also dream divination, but Klein saw more scenes this time.
The first scene is still the small, dark, dirty room and Ian Wright sleeping soundly on the bunk.
The second scene was the sewer where the two had been at the same time. Ian squatted in front of Zreal's mutilated body, reached out and rubbed the two rows of white teeth, and took out one of them.
The third act is a bustling and noisy street, passers-by are all plainly dressed, even outdated or tattered.
There are gardens and lawns in the middle of the street, surrounded by low chimneys spraying mist. Ian, wearing an old overcoat and a round hat, looked around vigilantly. He entered the telegraph office not far from the middle of the street. Diagonally opposite was the entrance of a shopping mall-like steam subway.
The picture quickly faded until it became transparent. Klein opened his eyes, tapped the edge of the long bronze table with his index finger, and made a preliminary judgment: "From that tooth and the telegram, Zreal and Ian didn't get involved by accident. A combination of detectives for dangerous incidents, there is an organization behind them!"
"It should be possible to determine where the scene in the third act corresponds..."
Klein didn't rush to analyze it deeply, because he didn't want to stay above the gray fog for too long.
Leaving the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool, he came to the side corner, and found out the extraordinary characteristics of Meursault from the paper bag sent here before.
Holding the jelly-like crimson object, Klein sat down again and wrote a new divination statement: "The corresponding potion name."
While meditating, he held the ball of Extraordinary characteristics with one hand, and the paper with divination sentences in the other, and with the help of meditation, he fell into a deep sleep.
In the gray and psychedelic dreamland, the Mr. Ambassador, who was dressed so flamboyantly and had a thin face and a beard, appeared in Klein's eyes again.
Holding a bottle of crimson liquid, he said to Mersault: "Drink it, drink this bottle of 'Hunter' potion, and you will be able to dominate the Zmang party. Of course, money is also indispensable, Russell The emperor once said, a stick in one hand, a carrot in the other.�
"Hunter? Backlund is a metropolis..." Meursault frowned slightly and asked in confusion.
In his illiterate cognition, hunters belong to the wild and belong to animals.
The middle-aged ambassador chuckled and said, "The biggest city is also the biggest dark jungle."
"Here, everyone has two identities, one is the prey and the other is the hunter."
"No matter how weak a hunter is, he is still a hunter, and he may hurt a powerful prey."
"Go ahead and join this grand hunt."
...
The picture shattered and turned into countless lights and shadows. Klein looked down at the ball of crimson Extraordinary characteristics in his hand, and said to himself silently: "It turned out to be the 'Hunter' potion. Poison darts."
"No wonder he can track me down..."
"However, he doesn't seem to really understand the essence of a hunter. He didn't pre-set traps, didn't use weapons, and didn't use corresponding specialties... On the one hand, it's because he didn't know that I'm also a Beyonder, and I'm also a Sequence 8 Extraordinary , a little contempt, on the other hand, it also shows that he has not taken the potion for a long time..."
"The 'Hunter' pathway is simultaneously controlled by the Sauron family of the royal family of Reasonis and the Einhorn family of the rulers of the Fusac Empire. The secret organization 'Jagged Cross' that has only emerged in the last two to three hundred years, plus the style of clothing, The identity of that ambassador is almost certain...a senior diplomat of the Republic of Intis, ambassador to the Kingdom of Loen..." JrNovels.com
But now, he seems to be watching a video, a reality show video full of mosaics that has been maintained for a long time.
He witnessed the petite lady talking with a man wearing a golden mask in the study, and heard her companion call her Hugh, and he understood that she was looking for the extraordinary material corresponding to the potion of "Magistrate"...
It wasn't until the two ladies returned home that Klein regretted that he couldn't see their house numbers clearly, and the "video" came to an end.
Looking at the sun-like golden color that gradually dissipated, he nodded thoughtfully, vaguely understanding why this abnormality occurred.
"In other words, the power of purification helped me maintain the corresponding channel? Hugh's 30 pounds was worth it... I don't know when I will be able to maintain it..." Klein shook his head and smiled, manifesting a paper Pen, intending to continue divination of Ian Wright's whereabouts above the gray fog.
It was also dream divination, but Klein saw more scenes this time.
The first scene is still the small, dark, dirty room and Ian Wright sleeping soundly on the bunk.
The second scene was the sewer where the two had been at the same time. Ian squatted in front of Zreal's mutilated body, reached out and rubbed the two rows of white teeth, and took out one of them.
The third act is a bustling and noisy street, passers-by are all plainly dressed, even outdated or tattered.
There are gardens and lawns in the middle of the street, surrounded by low chimneys spraying mist. Ian, wearing an old overcoat and a round hat, looked around vigilantly. He entered the telegraph office not far from the middle of the street. Diagonally opposite was the entrance of a shopping mall-like steam subway.
The picture quickly faded until it became transparent. Klein opened his eyes, tapped the edge of the long bronze table with his index finger, and made a preliminary judgment: "From that tooth and the telegram, Zreal and Ian didn't get involved by accident. A combination of detectives for dangerous incidents, there is an organization behind them!"
"It should be possible to determine where the scene in the third act corresponds..."
Klein didn't rush to analyze it deeply, because he didn't want to stay above the gray fog for too long.
Leaving the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool, he came to the side corner, and found out the extraordinary characteristics of Meursault from the paper bag sent here before.
Holding the jelly-like crimson object, Klein sat down again and wrote a new divination statement: "The corresponding potion name."
While meditating, he held the ball of Extraordinary characteristics with one hand, and the paper with divination sentences in the other, and with the help of meditation, he fell into a deep sleep.
In the gray and psychedelic dreamland, the Mr. Ambassador, who was dressed so flamboyantly and had a thin face and a beard, appeared in Klein's eyes again.
Holding a bottle of crimson liquid, he said to Mersault: "Drink it, drink this bottle of 'Hunter' potion, and you will be able to dominate the Zmang party. Of course, money is also indispensable, Russell The emperor once said, a stick in one hand, a carrot in the other.�
"Hunter? Backlund is a metropolis..." Meursault frowned slightly and asked in confusion.
In his illiterate cognition, hunters belong to the wild and belong to animals.
The middle-aged ambassador chuckled and said, "The biggest city is also the biggest dark jungle."
"Here, everyone has two identities, one is the prey and the other is the hunter."
"No matter how weak a hunter is, he is still a hunter, and he may hurt a powerful prey."
"Go ahead and join this grand hunt."
...
The picture shattered and turned into countless lights and shadows. Klein looked down at the ball of crimson Extraordinary characteristics in his hand, and said to himself silently: "It turned out to be the 'Hunter' potion. Poison darts."
"No wonder he can track me down..."
"However, he doesn't seem to really understand the essence of a hunter. He didn't pre-set traps, didn't use weapons, and didn't use corresponding specialties... On the one hand, it's because he didn't know that I'm also a Beyonder, and I'm also a Sequence 8 Extraordinary , a little contempt, on the other hand, it also shows that he has not taken the potion for a long time..."
"The 'Hunter' pathway is simultaneously controlled by the Sauron family of the royal family of Reasonis and the Einhorn family of the rulers of the Fusac Empire. The secret organization 'Jagged Cross' that has only emerged in the last two to three hundred years, plus the style of clothing, The identity of that ambassador is almost certain...a senior diplomat of the Republic of Intis, ambassador to the Kingdom of Loen..." JrNovels.com
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