Chapter 21 The Night of the Full Moon

It was also dream divination, but Klein saw more scenes this time.

The first scene is still the small, dark, dirty room and Ian Wright sleeping soundly on the bunk.

The second scene was the sewer where the two had been at the same time. Ian squatted in front of Zreal's mutilated body, reached out and rubbed the two rows of white teeth, and took out one of them.

The third act is a bustling and noisy street, passers-by are all plainly dressed, even outdated or tattered.

There are gardens and lawns in the center of the street, surrounded by low chimneys spraying mist. Ian, wearing an old overcoat and a round hat, looked around vigilantly. He entered the telegraph office not far from the center of the street. Diagonally opposite was the entrance of a shopping mall-like steam subway.

The picture quickly faded until it became transparent. Klein opened his eyes, tapped the edge of the long bronze table with his index finger, and made a preliminary judgment:

"Judging from that tooth and the telegram, Zreal and Ian are not a combination of detectives who accidentally got involved in a dangerous incident. There is an organization behind them!"

"It should be possible to determine where the scene in the third act corresponds..."

Klein didn't rush to analyze it deeply, because he didn't want to stay above the gray fog for too long.

Leaving the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool, he came to the side corner, and found out the extraordinary characteristics of Meursault from the paper bag sent here before.

Holding the jelly-like crimson object, Klein sat down again and wrote a new divination statement:

"The corresponding potion name."

While meditating, he held the ball of Extraordinary characteristics with one hand, and the paper with divination sentences in the other, and with the help of meditation, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the gray and psychedelic dreamland, the Mr. Ambassador, who was dressed so flamboyantly and had a thin face and a beard, appeared in Klein's eyes again.

Holding a bottle of crimson liquid, he said to Merle:

"Drink it, drink this bottle of 'Hunter' potion, and you will be able to dominate the Zmang party. Of course, money is also indispensable. Emperor Roselle once said that a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other."

"Hunter? Backlund is a metropolis..." Meursault frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

In his illiterate cognition, hunters belong to the wild and belong to animals.

The middle-aged ambassador chuckled and said:

"The biggest city is also the biggest dark jungle."

"Here, everyone has two identities, one is the prey and the other is the hunter."

"No matter how weak a hunter is, he is still a hunter, and he may hurt a powerful prey."

"Go ahead and join this grand hunt."

...

The picture shattered and turned into countless lights and shadows. Klein looked down at the ball of crimson Extraordinary Characteristics in his hand, and said silently to himself:

"It turned out to be the 'Hunter' potion. No wonder Meursault was so good at hitting it, and even used a poisoned dart."

"No wonder he can track me down..."

"However, he doesn't seem to really understand the essence of a hunter. He didn't pre-set traps, didn't use weapons, and didn't use corresponding specialties... On the one hand, it's because he didn't know that I'm also a Beyonder, and I'm also a Sequence 8 Extraordinary , a little contempt, on the other hand, it also shows that he has not taken the potion for a long time..."

"The 'Hunter' pathway is simultaneously controlled by the Sauron family of the royal family of Reasonis and the Einhorn family of the rulers of the Fusac Empire. The secret organization 'Jagged Cross' that has only emerged in the last two to three hundred years, plus the style of clothing, The identity of that ambassador is almost certain...a senior diplomat of the Republic of Intis, ambassador to the Kingdom of Loen..."

"I don't know what the important item he wants to get is..."

While his thoughts were tumbling, Klein wrapped himself with spirituality and fell sharply.

As soon as he returned to the room, he immediately looked around vigilantly, but did not notice any abnormal changes.

Huh, Klein breathed out silently, feeling a little more confident about calling the members of the Tarot Club on time tomorrow afternoon.

He rummaged through the Backlund map he bought on the steam train, and looked for the telegraph office along the subway line, not far from the center of the street.

Backlund currently only has a few subway lines,

Klein quickly identified three targets, one in the West District, one in the St. George District, and one in the intersection of the East District and the Backlund Bridge area.

He recalled the attire and class positioning of most pedestrians in the dream, and got the final answer:

The third place!

The place where the East Borough and the Backlund Bridge area meet!

Sometimes, interpreting revelations also requires a wealth of real knowledge and corresponding reasoning ability... Klein laughed at himself, came to the desk, and added a sentence after the statement he wrote before, making the content on the paper even more Rich:

"I don't know the whereabouts of Ian Wright. I haven't seen him since I found Zreal's body. However, I learned through my own channels that Ian Wright once appeared in Bairum Street Telegraph Office."

After finishing writing, Klein didn't fold and put away the paper, nor did he use spirituality to ignite it, but let it spread out on the desk, wantonly displaying its own content.

After staring deeply, Klein returned to the bed and undressed to sleep.

Outside the closed curtains, the red moon emerged from the stratus clouds, radiant and perfect.

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Hillston District, inside a house.

Forsi, who was sleeping separately from Xio, sat up suddenly, stretched out her hands, and covered her head.

Her pretty good face was distorted to the extreme, as ferocious as a demon.

Forsi pressed her ears on both sides and kept rolling on the bed, as if she was fighting against the illusory ravings.

Drops of sweat were dripping from her forehead, and the veins on the back of her hands were bulging.

Sometimes her body tensed up and sometimes rolled, and her light blue eyes, which were originally playful and lazy, were full of pain.

In the depths of the pupil, there seemed to be countless lights and shadows changing and cascading.

"No!" Forsi finally couldn't bear it any longer, and let out a deep scream.

She no longer covered her ears with her hands, but instead scratched her head, as if she wanted to fight the pain with pain.

The body twisted and squirmed for several minutes, and Fors finally stopped.

She let go of her hands, saw the handfuls of slightly curly brown, and laughed weakly at herself:

"I lied to Hugh. I told her that the ravings of every full moon have no bad effect on me... At least turning around is a very serious problem..."

Fors sat up with difficulty, looked at the curtain that half covered the window, and through the gap, saw the dreamy crimson full moon outside.

"It's getting worse every time. Will it cause me to lose control next time..." Fors whispered, unable to restrain the weakness buried deep in her heart.

She tried to separate the bracelet that allowed people to teleport through the spirit world from herself, but this could not be exchanged for the disappearance of the full moon's ravings.

She tried taking tranquilizers, chanting the honored name of the god of steam and machinery, and tried some ritual magic, but none of them could change the status quo of her gradually slipping into the abyss.

"It would be great if I could understand what the babbling is saying... I hope to die clearly instead of being buried in a muddle... Maybe, maybe, after being promoted to Sequence Eight, I can hear it more clearly? But, I never I met someone who sold the formula of 'Master of Magic'." Forsi stared out the window in a daze, her eyes were stained red by the moonlight.

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On Monday morning, Klein, who had not slept soundly, woke up early and got out of bed.

He walked towards the desk, ready to pull the curtain, open the window, and let the light and the outside wind come in at the same time.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught the piece of paper spread out on the desk.

It faces the window and remains spread out in its original state.

However, Klein clearly remembered that before he went to bed last night, the paper was facing the chair and the bed!

After only one sleep, it turned upside down and changed its orientation!

Klein's pupils constricted, and he stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and saw that the oriel window was still closed, not letting in a ray of wind!

In the absence of wind, the paper turned half a circle by itself!

No, someone came in, without me noticing! Klein felt a chill rushing down his spine to his head.

In his sleep, he didn't respond to this!

This meant that he was almost at the mercy of others, and his life and death depended only on the mood and thoughts of the other party!

Is it a member of the special department of the military, or a powerful Extraordinary sent by the ambassador? Judging from the fact that the paper has not returned to its original state and remains upside down, it is more likely to be the latter, expressing a certain warning... It is amazing to be able to sneak in like this without a sound... Should I thank him for his kindness? No, there must be a reason why you don't do the easy things... You don't want to alarm the members of the special military department who are monitoring you? Klein's thoughts surged, and he couldn't help thinking a lot.

He wrote those words last night, and let the paper spread out on the desk, in order to let people see, let the ambassador get what he wants to know, let the possible revenge be postponed until the end of the matter, so that he himself can get more generous preparations time.

However, Klein originally expected that the other party should sneak in while he was out and the special military department's monitoring of the house weakened. Who knew that he would be able to bypass the Beyonders around him and enter the bedroom without a sound? , while still asleep.

This feeling of life and death being controlled by others is very uncomfortable!

"Extraordinary who is very powerful, or has very strange abilities..." Klein turned around, turned his back to the oriel window, and took out a 1-penny copper coin.

"Someone sneaked into this room last night."

...

He recited the sentence silently, and with the cover of his body, he popped up the coin.

The coin tumbling and jumping, fell down sharply without passing Klein's shoulder, and landed in his open palm.

This time it is number up.

This means no!

It means that no one sneaked into Klein's bedroom last night!

Paper doesn't turn for no reason... Am I sleepwalking? No, I can stay awake even when the captain invades the dreamland... Klein frowned and thought of two possibilities:

"One, the divination results are interfered and misled."

"Second, it's not a human who sneaked in!"

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