Klein was walking on the edge of the left street, and his thoughts diverged. He remembered the notebook of the Antigonus family, remembered its disappearance, remembered the attention of the Nighthawks, and remembered the The murder.

His mood gradually became heavy, and his face became gloomy.

Just then, a familiar voice came to his ears: "Little Klein."

Hmm... Klein turned his head in doubt, and found that he had walked to the door of "Sling Bakery". The gray-haired Mrs. Wendy was waving her hand with a soft smile.

"You don't look too happy?" Wendy said kindly.

Klein rubbed his face and said, "A little bit."

"No matter how many troubles there are, tomorrow will eventually come." Mrs. Wendy said with a smile, "Come, help me try my newly made sweet iced tea. I don't know if it suits the local people's taste."

"A local, isn't Mrs. Sling yourself?" Klein shook his head amusedly.

It should be free to try it, right?

Wendy Slin raised the corner of her mouth and said: "You guessed it right, I am actually from the south, and I came to Tingen with my husband. This was more than forty years ago. Hehe, Benson was not born at that time , your father and mother don�t even know each other yet.�

"I've always been a little unaccustomed to the food style in the north. I always miss the food in my hometown, such as pork sausage, potato bread, pancakes, pork fried vegetables, and barbecue with special sauce."

"Well, miss the sweet iced tea too..."

Klein smiled when he heard it: "Mrs. Sling, this is really a topic that makes people hungry... But, I feel much better, thank you."

"Food can always heal sadness." Wendy handed Klein a cup of brown-red liquid, "I made the sweet iced tea based on my memory, come and taste it."

After Klein thanked him, he took a sip. He felt that the drink had the taste of iced black tea on Earth, but it was not that exciting. The tea flavor was stronger and more refreshing. It dispelled the scorching heat caused by the scorching sun in one go.

"Excellent!" he exclaimed.

"Then I'm relieved." Wendy narrowed her eyes with a smile, watching Klein kindly finish the cup of sweet iced tea.

After chatting with Mrs. Sling about moving to a new house for a while, Klein returned to the street he was most familiar with.

In the afternoon, there were a lot fewer street vendors here, and they would not gather again until after 5:30, and the remaining ones were also listless and listless.

As soon as he turned here, Klein's mood suddenly became inexplicably gloomy, with an indescribable sense of depression, depression, and gloom.

what happened? He was keenly aware of what was wrong with him, so he stopped immediately and looked around, but he didn't see anything strange.

After thinking about it, Klein raised his hand and tapped twice between his brows as if thinking about it.

As far as he could see, there was an immediate change, and the auras of the street vendors and several pedestrians appeared.

Before Klein had time to examine their healthy colors, he was attracted by the rich and dim symbolizing emotions.

He couldn't judge the specific thoughts of the observed person, but the impression of pessimism, numbness and depression was deeply imprinted in his heart.

Looking around, he found that the surrounding area was in such a dim tone that even sunlight could not dispel it.

This is the depression that I don't know how many days, months and years I have contracted.

Seeing this, Klein suddenly understood the reason.

Just like what Old Neil said, it is easy to feel uncomfortable when you enter a strange environment when you turn on your spiritual vision, and you are also easily infected by other people's emotions.

A similar principle can also be applied to the ability of "inspiration" - this is an ability that can be obtained without additional learning after becoming a "Seer". It is a passive and irresistible induction, which can be directly perceived by people. Some exceptions exist. JrNovels.com