Chapter 373 Ginny

For a moment, the eyes of several people in the room all fell on Xifa.

Lynn asked with interest: "What is your solution?"

Hehe, dream divination, as long as there is an item that is the object of divination, I can use the 'Midnight Dream' to obtain certain enlightenment.

Unless that gentleman is unlucky enough to provoke an evil god, or other high-level things, otherwise, I should be able to know his current location.

Xifa picked up the drawing papers and said with a smile, "This is a commercial secret, Mr. Lynn."

Then he said to Cromwell: "I need a quiet room where I won't be disturbed."

The arbitrator stood up: "Follow me."

Sifer came to his study, and after Cromwell closed the door, Sifer was left alone in the room.

Xifa sat down on the single sofa and glanced at the drawing paper in his hand. Although these manuscripts were not the kind that he carried with him, the artist had poured his emotions into them, which could create a connection with the target of divination.

Xifa picked up the paper and pen from the side, and wrote a divination statement: Palliston's current location.

After writing, he stacked the drawing paper and the paper on which the divination statement was written, and held it in his hand.

Afterwards, Xifa leaned back in the chair, relaxed his body, entered a state of meditation, and silently recited "Palliston's current location" over and over again.

The 'Midnight Dreamland' he wore on his little finger glowed with a deep, dark light, dimming the light in the study, as if the night had fallen in advance.

In this soft 'night', Xifa fell asleep, his eyes were gray, and after an unknown period of time, he 'woke up' in his dream.

Then see a picture.

This is a remote alley, and there is a street sign at the entrance with the words 'Broken Ax Alley' written on it.

In the depths of the alley, there is a house with a gray-blue roof, and many words are written on the wall behind it. In the corner, there was a basin, and the ground was wet, as if bubbles would pop out at any moment.

On the other side of the alley, Sifa saw a man. He was scruffy and looked like any homeless guy you could find anywhere on the East Side.

But he was painting, facing the emptiness, watching intently, and waving his paintbrush.

The gentleman has dark brown hair, wears a pair of round glasses, and looks very serious.

Xifa noticed that on his wrist, he was also wearing a string of silver chains with stars and moon decorations on it.

Opening his eyes, Sifer woke up. He walked out of the study and returned to the living room.

"Broken Ax Alley, Mr. Palliston is in Broken Ax Alley in the East End." Sifa told the location he saw in his dream.

The equestrian teacher and doctor Alan exchanged glances, and then said, "Are you sure, sir?"

Xifa did not answer, but said: "Dark brown hair, wearing round-frame glasses, and a chain on his hand, with stars and moon decorations on it. Tell me, is this person Palliston?"

"If that's him, there's nothing wrong with that, he's in Broken Axe Lane."

Talim exclaimed: "It's him, yes, this is him!"

"It's amazing, I haven't described what Palliston looked like, not even Mr Lynn."

"But you not only know, but also know that Palliston has a present from his daughter on his hand."

Lynn stood up: "Then what are we waiting for, let's go to this gentleman now."

Cromwell stopped and said: "No, if so many of us go over, it will arouse others' suspicion. Just let me go with the 'Duke', and you can wait here."

Talim didn't insist. He glanced at his friend, nodded and said, "Okay then, we'll wait here."

Xifa put on his half top hat and left with Cromwell.

After they left, the equestrian teacher looked at Lynn: "Is that gentleman a duke? A knight honored by the kingdom?"

Lynn laughed: "No, my friend, that's just his code name."

"I see. However, he is so amazing that he can know where Palliston is and what he looks like. You say yes, Alan." The equestrian teacher looked at the doctor Alan again.

The indifferent-looking surgeon just gave an 'hmm' and didn't make a sound.

East End.

Xifa and the two easily found Broken Ax Alley. They went deep into this remote alley. After a while, Xifa saw the house with a gray-blue roof, saw many words on the back wall of the house, and saw this house. Opposite, a man is painting.

He has dark brown hair, wears round glasses, and there is a silver chain on the hand holding the paintbrush.

Cromwell walked over and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Palliston?"

Palliston turned a deaf ear and quickly daubed on the drawing paper. Sifa walked over and saw a girl washing clothes on the drawing paper.

After exchanging glances with Cromwell, Sifer quickly blinked his eyes and activated his spiritual vision.

He immediately saw a girl near the wall of the opposite room, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with two braids, pale complexion, and dark circles around her eyes.

She had bare feet, and a corpse identification tag was tied to the thumb of one of her feet.

The arbitrator wanted to urge Palliston again, when there were footsteps outside the alley, and then a voice rang out: "You madman is here again, leave quickly, stop doing these scary things !"

This is a lady in her thirties, with a burly figure, probably because of hard work, she looks like a person in her fifties.

She was holding a basin full of laundry to be washed. Seeing Xifa and the two of them, they were stunned for a moment, and said unexpectedly, "Who are you?"

"We are friends of Mr. Palliston." Xifa gave the arbitrator a look, expressing his own response. He stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Does Ginny live near here?"

"Their family used to live in that house." The lady looked towards the house with the gray-blue roof.

"Ever, that is, they have moved away?" Sifa also looked towards the house.

But the lady didn't answer. She took a basin and sat down nearby, looking like she was going to wash clothes.

Seeing that Palliston seemed unwilling to leave for a while, Xifa took out some small change from his pocket, about three or four soli. He went up to the washerwoman and stuffed the money into the lady's pocket.

"Ma'am, I'm a reporter and I'm doing a report, can you tell me about Ginny?"

The laundry woman's eyes on Sifa suddenly changed, she was no longer so cold and hard, she looked at the house, and sighed: "That is a good child, her father passed away a few years ago, her mother Suffering from lung disease."