Chapter 126 Divination Is Not Omnipotent
Sister, you really love to worry too much, no, you think too carefully! Klein was refreshed when he heard that, and immediately said with a smile:
"Melissa, your worry is very reasonable. I'm still a little hungry. Well, I'll go up and change clothes and take a shower."
Although he was already quietly swallowing his saliva, it was even more important to confirm the whereabouts of "Instigator" Triss!
No one knows if this guy will take revenge on society even more crazily next time!
"Yeah." Melissa continued to study without looking up.
Pushing, pushing, Klein quickly ran to the second floor and entered the bedroom.
He locked the door, took off his coat, removed the gun pouch under his arm, and took out a simple silver knife from a drawer.
After sealing the room with the spiritual wall, he took a breath, calmed down, and walked four steps counterclockwise.
Accompanied by the incantations such as "Fu Sheng Wu Liang Tian Zun", Klein, who has become more and more accustomed to the crazy babbling and tearing spirit, appeared again in the majestic palace above the gray fog.
Having used several rituals today, he squeezed his temples a little tiredly, and a yellow-brown parchment appeared on the long bronze table.
Klein thought about it carefully and wrote down the divination statement:
"The whereabouts of Triss."
He wasn't sure the name was correct, but he had the other party's specific physical characteristics and detailed information as a guide.
Holding the parchment, Klein leaned back on the back of the chair, first recalled the things related to Triss in his mind, and then silently recited the divination sentences seven times.
He emptied his mind, closed his eyes, and with the help of meditation, he quickly entered the dreamland.
In a foggy and illusory scene, he saw the front of the steam train belching smoke and sparks, he saw the leather seats side by side, and he saw the clean and tidy carriages.
With a round face and narrow eyes, the gentle and sweet Triss was sitting by the window, and on the table in front of her was a hat inlaid with fine black gauze.
Klein carefully discerned and tried to confirm the train number, but he couldn't see it.
Not long after, he unbearably withdrew from the dreamland, his eyes reflected the ancient mottled bronze long table and the illusory crimson stars.
"It can only be confirmed that Triss is leaving Tingen by steam train, and there are no more clues... Hey, it seems that this mysterious space is mainly to help me eliminate interference, and it is not an exaggeration to improve my divination level..." Klein tapped the edge of the table with his fingers, thinking about his next move.
Through this divination, he fully confirmed that the target was the former "instigator" Tris, but now that the other party had fled from Tingen, he didn't think the result just now could help Dunn any better.
"The captain has already said that he will send a telegram to Backlund, to Enmat Port, and to the main stations along the railway line to arrest Triss across the country... I will not report the result of this divination, lest I be suspected ..." Klein quickly made a decision, because Dunn was arranging the follow-up in the most correct way regardless of whether he reminded him or not.
In the case that the dream divination cannot clearly see the train number, switching to the pendulum and other methods will not obtain effective results, even if the method of sequential elimination is adopted.
A similar situation also includes the red chimney incident.
At this time, he felt spiritual emptiness, he did not stay on top of the gray mist too much, and wrapped himself with spirituality, simulating the experience of falling.
When he "returned" to the room, his mind was full of oily lamb chops.
"You must sprinkle some cumin... Praise the goddess!" Klein swallowed, and the spiritual wall was removed like a wind, and the door opened.
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At 8:40 the next day, he entered the Blackthorn Security Company with a walking stick.
"Good morning, Klein, good news!" Rosanne behind the reception desk waved her hands excitedly.
Klein's eyes lit up and said:
"Caught Triss?"
"Triss? Who is she?" Luo Shan, who was wearing a light green dress, looked at a loss.
"...You don't need to know her, so what's the good news?" Klein changed the subject.
Rosen replied with a bright smile:
"The captain's application has been approved, and the police department will transfer two police officers who have been in contact with extraordinary events to serve as civilians! I finally don't have to stay up all night, praise the goddess!"
"It's really good news..." Klein echoed sincerely.
After exchanging pleasantries with Roseanne, he passed through the partition and went underground, intending to continue the mysticism course.
When passing by the captain's office and the Nighthawks entertainment room, he took a few peeks and found that Dunn, Leonard and the others were all there. This indicated that the search and investigation last night did not yield good results, and they could only be handed over to the police. department, and they will do the tedious follow-up.
Originally, Klein wanted to chat with the captain to get the latest information, but seeing that he was busy writing manuscripts and sending telegrams, he had to retreat silently without disturbing him, and planned to ask again at noon.
He entered the ground along the steps, and saw two rows of elegant gas lamps surrounded by metal grids, the light penetrating the glass, and the silent and unchanging corridor.
Breathing the cool and refreshing breeze, Klein took a few steps and stopped suddenly.
He shifted his eyes to the gas lamps suddenly, and his brow gradually frowned.
He found himself making a common sense mistake!
Mistakes made because of the common sense of the earth!
During the divination above the gray mist last night, Klein saw Triss going away on a steam train, so he subconsciously judged that this was happening.
However, no one in this world has invented electric lights or similar devices. There will be almost no steam trains with people running after dark, and Klein, who is used to seeing green trains running at night, instinctively ignores this!
That said, that wasn't what happened last night!
That is the picture of the future that he foresees!
That is what will happen in the daytime today or tomorrow!
Klein's heart tightened, he paced back and forth a few steps, then ran back upstairs again.
He knocked on the door of the recreation room, and saw Leonard standing by the window reciting poetry with a helpless expression on his face.
Ignoring Kenli, Luo Yao, and Sika Teon who were playing cards, Klein looked at Leonard and said:
"I have a question for you."
"Do you want to learn how to make young ladies and ladies happy?" Leonard put down "Selected Poems of Roselle" and said jokingly.
He walked out of the recreation room, followed Klein to the middle of the stairs leading to the ground, stared into the other's eyes, chuckled and said:
"It seems that you did a very fruitful divination last night."
Klein didn't explain, and said directly:
"I predicted that Triss would go away on a steam train."
After communicating at the West End Workhouse yesterday, he no longer minds being a little "special" in front of Leonard.
"Steam train, the earliest train is at seven o'clock..." Leonard took out the pocket watch in his shirt pocket, snapped it open, and glanced, "There is no delay! I will tell the captain that I have received a reliable intelligence."
He walked upstairs quickly, and went straight out of the Blackthorn Security Company. After staying downstairs for a few minutes, he returned and entered Dunn Smith's office.
Klein heaved a sigh of relief, and watched as the nighthawks who were playing cards were summoned, followed by the captain who sent another telegram and hurried out.
Looking back on what happened just now, his feelings are rather complicated. Unlike the death of the clown in tuxedo that gave him a wake-up call, this time a mistake of the same nature happened to him, which made him seem to understand a lot, and the lesson was more profound.
Turning to the armory and entering the guard room, he took off his hat and coat with familiarity, and hung them on the coat rack.
Old Neil just finished tossing the hand-ground coffee, took a sip happily and said:
"Would you like a drink?"
"Okay." Klein sat down, as if he was at home.
Old Neil glanced at him and muttered:
"Or three sugar cubes and a spoonful of milk? You've got a sweet tooth, and it's not good for your teeth or your health."
"No, no, no, I just like it sweeter when I drink coffee, but when I fry steak and barbecue, I tend to prefer seasonings such as rose salt, black peppercorns, and cumin." Klein has always thought that he is a party of all flavors.
Old Neil quickly finished the coffee, pushed it over and said:
"Should I take a break, or start right away?"
"Let me calm down for a few minutes. The captain and the others have information about Triss's whereabouts and are rushing to the steam train station. I don't know what the outcome will be..." Klein sighed.
Old Neil clicked his tongue and said:
"Is the information detailed? Are you sure which class it is?"
"No, not sure." Klein pursed his lips and said.
Old Neilton suddenly laughed: "Under such circumstances, the probability of failure is much higher than the possibility of success. Triss should have Sequence 7. Extraordinary people of this level are not so easy to be caught, hehe, don't Thinking of relying on divination, divination is not omnipotent, you will only get symbols, and accidentally misinterpret or ignore something.”
Klein recalled the mistake he made this time again, and was deeply moved when he heard it. He nodded from the bottom of his heart and said:
"Yes, divination is not a panacea."
After saying this, he sighed for a while, and his body and mind suddenly entered a strange state, so he leaned back slightly, trying to exhale, but at this moment, an illusory breaking sound suddenly sounded in his ears.
He was stunned to find that something seemed to be dissolving in his body, merging with his own spirit.
This is an indescribably unique feeling, Klein half closed his eyes, and quietly experienced it.
He didn't need anyone to remind him that this was a sign of the complete digestion of the fortune teller's potion.
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The first small town that the Tussock River passed through Tingen City was called Vinia, and this was also the first steam train station leading to Backlund after leaving Tingen.
On the platform, Triss changed into a beige long dress, and wore a round-brimmed lady's hat. Fine black gauze hung from the brim of the hat, covering most of her face, making her appearance hazy Hazy, illegible.
She had sent a telegram to her companion in Tingen City, reminding him to be careful recently, and she used the stolen property to buy a steam train ticket to Backlund.
The reason why she didn't get on the train from Tingen Station, but drifted downstream to the small town of Vinia, was because Triss still had the instinct and rich experience of an assassin.
Woo!
Amidst the sharp and long whistle, the monster-like steel train spewed smoke with a little spark, and stopped beside the platform.
Triss didn't carry any luggage, and directly boarded the first-class compartment. At the same time, she decided to get off the train immediately after three stops, and use another way to go to Backlund.
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On the ground floor of St. Selena's Church, Klein closed his eyes and leaned back on the back of the chair.
He felt the complete digestion of the potion, and vaguely saw illusory stars one after another. Those stars had an inexplicable connection with himself, and seemed to want to gather together and become one.
After a burst of indescribable hunger and thirst subsided, Klein returned to normal without any additional realizations.
But the spirit is much more relaxed and pure... He opened his eyes and silently added.
At this moment, he knew that he was already a real and complete "Seer".