Chapter: 95
And awareness will definitely have a certain degree of interaction, so in the extraordinary eyes of a "psychic", the strength of everyone's inspiration is so obvious, like a torch in the dark, so people with high inspiration will also It is natural and easy to be affected by abnormal and strong atmosphere, and can only be grasped, controlled and adapted through repeated practice.
"Such a depressive 'tone' may take a long time to form, right?" Klein sighed and shook his head, feeling touched.
He tapped the center of his brow twice again, and tried his best to contain his spirituality.
Da, da, da, Klein walked towards the apartment step by step, sensing other possible anomalies and subtle connections, in order to find the Antigonus family notes hidden by "himself".
The street was the same as usual, with dirty water and garbage, and it was not clean until the door of the apartment.
Klein pushed open the half-closed door, and walked around the first floor in the darkness where the sun couldn't reach.
He went up step by step, making the wooden stairs creak continuously.
The second floor lacked light as always, Klein indulged his "inspiration" and stared straight into the darkness.
However, not only did he fail to find clues to the notes, he didn't even see a single invisible spirit body.
"If it was so easy to meet, the vast majority of ordinary people would not be unaware of the existence of extraordinary things..." Klein sighed to himself.
He has understood that most "spirits" do not exist in the form of spirit bodies, but spirits, and they must be "psychic" to communicate effectively.
After walking around the third floor, Klein left the apartment and walked to Welch's residence along the path in his memory.
He walked for an hour, but still failed to find anything on the way.
Standing outside the garden villa, Klein looked at the house through the locked iron gate, and muttered to himself, "Shouldn't we need to search for the Welch's house? The captain and Ms. Daly must have carried out a carpet search..."
"And I don't have the key here, so I can't get over the wall..."
"Try another route tomorrow..."
"I walked so much today, but there is no step leaderboard..."
While making complaints, Klein turned back and headed to the nearby blocks, intending to take a public carriage to the Blackthorn Security Company to get the 30 rounds of ammunition for today, and hurry up to practice.
What the "Seer" lacks in quick and effective means of attack can only be made up for with revolvers and canes!
The area near Welch's residence is quite clean, and there are many shops with bright windows and clean windows on both sides of the street.
Turning the intersection, Klein was waiting to find a stagecoach spot, when his gaze suddenly caught sight of several signs on the second floor opposite: "Harrods."
"The Veteran's Club."
"Divination Club."
...
Divination Club... Klein meditated on the name, and suddenly thought of the fact that he wanted to "play" a fortuneteller.
Well, go take a look... look for new ideas...
Amidst his thoughts, Klein crossed the street, came to the opposite side, climbed up to the second floor, entered the lobby, and stood in front of the beautiful lady in charge of the reception.
The lady had brown hair, looked at Klein, and said with a smile, "Sir, do you want to divination or join our club?"
"What are the conditions for joining?" Klein asked casually.
The lady with the brown hair raised high familiarly introduced: "Fill in the detailed information and pay the annual membership fee, which is 5 pounds for the first time, and 1 pound per year after that. Don't worry, we are not like those political or commercial clubs that have to be recommended by official members. to join." JrNovels.com
"Such a depressive 'tone' may take a long time to form, right?" Klein sighed and shook his head, feeling touched.
He tapped the center of his brow twice again, and tried his best to contain his spirituality.
Da, da, da, Klein walked towards the apartment step by step, sensing other possible anomalies and subtle connections, in order to find the Antigonus family notes hidden by "himself".
The street was the same as usual, with dirty water and garbage, and it was not clean until the door of the apartment.
Klein pushed open the half-closed door, and walked around the first floor in the darkness where the sun couldn't reach.
He went up step by step, making the wooden stairs creak continuously.
The second floor lacked light as always, Klein indulged his "inspiration" and stared straight into the darkness.
However, not only did he fail to find clues to the notes, he didn't even see a single invisible spirit body.
"If it was so easy to meet, the vast majority of ordinary people would not be unaware of the existence of extraordinary things..." Klein sighed to himself.
He has understood that most "spirits" do not exist in the form of spirit bodies, but spirits, and they must be "psychic" to communicate effectively.
After walking around the third floor, Klein left the apartment and walked to Welch's residence along the path in his memory.
He walked for an hour, but still failed to find anything on the way.
Standing outside the garden villa, Klein looked at the house through the locked iron gate, and muttered to himself, "Shouldn't we need to search for the Welch's house? The captain and Ms. Daly must have carried out a carpet search..."
"And I don't have the key here, so I can't get over the wall..."
"Try another route tomorrow..."
"I walked so much today, but there is no step leaderboard..."
While making complaints, Klein turned back and headed to the nearby blocks, intending to take a public carriage to the Blackthorn Security Company to get the 30 rounds of ammunition for today, and hurry up to practice.
What the "Seer" lacks in quick and effective means of attack can only be made up for with revolvers and canes!
The area near Welch's residence is quite clean, and there are many shops with bright windows and clean windows on both sides of the street.
Turning the intersection, Klein was waiting to find a stagecoach spot, when his gaze suddenly caught sight of several signs on the second floor opposite: "Harrods."
"The Veteran's Club."
"Divination Club."
...
Divination Club... Klein meditated on the name, and suddenly thought of the fact that he wanted to "play" a fortuneteller.
Well, go take a look... look for new ideas...
Amidst his thoughts, Klein crossed the street, came to the opposite side, climbed up to the second floor, entered the lobby, and stood in front of the beautiful lady in charge of the reception.
The lady had brown hair, looked at Klein, and said with a smile, "Sir, do you want to divination or join our club?"
"What are the conditions for joining?" Klein asked casually.
The lady with the brown hair raised high familiarly introduced: "Fill in the detailed information and pay the annual membership fee, which is 5 pounds for the first time, and 1 pound per year after that. Don't worry, we are not like those political or commercial clubs that have to be recommended by official members. to join." JrNovels.com
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