After processing and covering up... Klein walked on the boulevard and nodded invisibly.

He flipped through the newspaper and read other news and serialized stories while walking.

Suddenly, all the hairs on his back stood up, as if there were tiny needles stuck there.

Is someone watching me? Look at me? Spy on me?

Thoughts popped up one after another, and Klein had a vague realization.

When he was on Earth, he also felt the invisible gaze, and finally found the source of the gaze, but never had such a clear response and a clear "conclusion" like now!

The same thing in the memory fragments of the original owner is the same!

Is it time travel, or that strange "transfer ritual" that made my "sixth sense" stronger?

Klein resisted the urge to look for someone to watch, learned from the novels, movies, and TV series he had read, and slowly stopped, put away the newspaper, and looked towards the Hoy River.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head a little bit in the way of looking around the scenery, and then turned around naturally, taking a panoramic view of the surrounding situation.

Except for trees, lawns and students passing by in the distance, there is no one here.

However, Klein was sure that someone was still watching him!

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Klein's heart beat faster, and his blood gushed out with the intense thumping sound.

He unfolded the newspaper, half covering his face, for fear that someone would find out that his expression was wrong.

At the same time, he clenched his cane, ready to draw his gun.

One step, two steps, three steps, Klein moved forward slowly, just like before.

He still felt that he was being spied on and looked at, but there was no sudden explosion of danger.

Walking through the boulevard with a slightly stiff body, he arrived at the waiting point for the public carriage, and luckily found that one just happened to be coming.

"Iron...Zot...No, Champagne Street." Klein continuously denied his thoughts.

At first, he planned to go home directly, but he was afraid that the snoopers who didn't know the purpose and good or bad would be lured to the apartment. Then, he wanted to go to Zouterand Street to ask the "Nighthawks" or his colleagues for help, but he was worried that the other party was in the apartment. To scare the snake away and let myself be exposed, so I had no choice but to pick a random location.

"6 pence." The toll collector replied familiarly.

Klein didn't take the gold pounds out today. He put them in a place where he was used to hiding money. He only took away two soli banknotes. He also spent the same money when he came here before, and he just had 1 soli left on him. 6 pence, so I took out all the coins and gave them to the toll collector.

After getting into the carriage, he found a seat and sat down. As the door closed, Klein felt that the uneasiness of being watched finally disappeared!

He exhaled slowly, only to feel that his hands and feet were trembling slightly.

what to do?

What to do next?

Klein looked out the window of the carriage, trying his best to think of a solution.

On the premise of not knowing the purpose of the snooper, first treat it as malicious!

Ideas emerged one after another, and were rejected by Klein one by one. It took him several minutes to find his way of thinking, having never experienced anything similar. JrNovels.com