Chapter 37 Club

Against the scorching sun in the afternoon, Klein walked out of the house.

Since he had to walk all the way from Iron Cross to Welch's place, he changed out of his formal suit, top hat and leather boots for a linen shirt, old brown coat, tonal felt hat and old leather shoes so he didn't have to worry about it. The smell of sweat stains that valuable set.

Along Daffodil Street, he walked slowly towards Iron Cross Street, and when he passed the corner square, he looked there subconsciously.

The tents had disappeared, and the previous circus had already finished the performance and left the place.

Klein originally imagined that the beast trainer who helped him fortune-telling was actually a hidden powerhouse. Because he discovered his specialness, he specially came to guide him. There would definitely be encounters and hints in the future. However, nothing happened. She started the next journey with the circus.

How can there be so many routines... Klein laughed and shook his head, turning to Iron Cross Street.

There is not only one Iron Cross Street, but as its name suggests, it is formed by two intersecting roads.

With the intersection as the core, it is divided into Left Street, Right Street, Upper Street and Lower Street, where Klein, Benson and Melissa used to live in the apartment on Lower Street.

However, the people living in the apartment and the surrounding area do not think that the neighborhood is Xiajie, but coined the term "middle street" to distinguish it from the poor gathering places at the extension of the road two hundred meters away.

There, a bedroom could be packed with five, six, or even ten people.

Klein walked on the edge of the left street, his thoughts scattered, he remembered the notebook of the Antigonus family, remembered its disappearance, remembered the attention of the night watchman, and remembered the result of this. That bloody case.

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

At this moment, a familiar voice entered his ears:

"Little Klein."

Hmm... Klein turned his head in confusion, and found that he had walked to the door of the "Slyn Bakery", where Mrs. Wendy with gray hair was greeting her with a soft smile.

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

Klein rubbed his face and said:

"A little bit."

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

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

It should be free to try, right?

Wendy Sling raised the corner of his mouth and said:

"You guessed it right, I'm actually from the South and came to Tingen with my husband. This was more than 40 years ago. Hehe, Benson was not born at that time, and your father and mother didn't even know each other. ."

"I've always been a little bit unaccustomed to northern food styles, always missing hometown food, missing pork sausages, missing potato bread, missing pancakes, missing pork fried vegetables, missing grilled meats with special sauces."

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

Klein heard a smile:

"Mrs. Sling, this is such a hungry topic...but I feel a lot better, thanks."

"Food can always heal sadness." Wendy handed Klein a glass of brown-red liquid, "I made sweet iced tea based on my memories. Come and try it."

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

"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, Klein returned to the street he was most familiar with.

in the afternoon,

There are a lot fewer street vendors here, and they won't gather again until after 5:30, and the rest of them are not in good spirits and look slack.

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

what happened? He was keenly aware that he was wrong, and immediately stopped and looked left and right, but he didn't see anything strange.

After thinking for a while, Klein raised his hand and tapped twice between his eyebrows as if thinking.

His sight changed immediately, and the aura of the street vendor and a few pedestrians appeared.

Before Klein could examine their healthy colors, he was attracted by the richness and gloom that symbolized emotions.

He could not judge the specific thoughts of the person being observed, but the impression of pessimism, numbness and gloom was deeply impressed in his mind.

Looking around, he found that there were such dim tones nearby, even the sun couldn't dispel it.

This is the depression that I have been infected with for many days, months and years.

Seeing this, Klein immediately understood the reason.

Just like what Old Neil said, it is easy to feel uncomfortable because of entering a strange environment, and it is easy to be infected by the emotions of others.

A similar reason can also be used for the ability of "inspiration" - this is an ability that can be obtained without additional learning after becoming a "diver", it is a passive and irresistible induction, which can be directly perceived by people. Some exceptions exist.

And perception 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 night, so people with high inspiration will also It is very natural and easy to be affected by an abnormal and strong atmosphere, and can only be grasped, controlled, and adapted through repeated practice.

"I'm afraid it will take a long time for such a suppressed 'tone' to form?" Klein sighed and shook his head, touched.

He tapped his eyebrows twice again, and tried his best to restrain his spirituality.

Da, da, da, Klein walked to the apartment step by step, sensing other possible anomalies and subtle connections, in order to find the Antigonus family notes hidden by "self".

The street is as usual, with dirty water and garbage, and it is not until the door of the apartment that it is considered clean.

Klein pushed open the half-closed door, and walked around the first floor in the darkness beyond the reach of sunlight.

He ascended step by step, making the wooden stairs creaky.

The second floor lacked light as always, Klein indulged in "inspiration" and looked directly at the dimness.

However, not only did he fail to find the clues of the notes, he didn't even see a single invisible spirit body.

"If it was so easy to meet, most ordinary people would not be aware of the existence of extraordinary things..." Klein sighed to himself.

He has understood that most "spirits" do not exist in the form of spirits, but are spiritual, and must be "psychic" to communicate effectively.

After walking around the third floor, Klein left the apartment and walked to Welch's residence along the road in his memory.

He walked for a full hour and still couldn't find anything on the way.

Standing outside the garden villa, Klein looked at the house through the locked iron door and muttered to himself:

"The Welch family shouldn't have to look for it, right? The captain and Ms. Daly must have done a carpet search..."

"And I don't have the key here, so I can't go over the wall..."

"Come and try another route tomorrow..."

"I walked so much today, but I don't have a step ranking list..."

While complaining, Klein turned around and headed to the nearby block, intending to take the public carriage to the Blackthorn Security Company, take out the thirty rounds of bullets for today, and hurry up to practice.

The "diver" lacks fast and effective means of attack, and can only make up for it by relying on a revolver and a cane!

The area around Welch's house is fairly clean, with many brightly lit shops lining the streets.

Turning the intersection, Klein was looking for the public carriage point, and his eyes suddenly swept to several signs on the second floor opposite:

"Harrods department store."

"The Veterans Club."

"Divination Club."

...

Divination Club... Klein recited the name silently, and suddenly thought of the fact that he wanted to "play" the fortune teller.

Well, go and have a look... looking for new ideas...

As his thoughts filled with thoughts, Klein crossed the street, came to the opposite side, climbed to the second floor, entered the lobby, and stood in front of the beautiful lady in charge of reception.

The lady with 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 brown-haired lady with tall blond hair introduced it familiarly:

"Fill in the details and pay the annual membership fee, which is 5 pounds for the first time, and 1 pounds per year after that. Rest assured, we are not like those political or business clubs who must be recommended by regular members to join."

"Members can use the club's conference room and various divination rooms and divination tools for free, enjoy the coffee and tea we provide for free, read the newspapers and magazines we ordered for free, and buy lunch, dinner, alcoholic beverages and some divination teaching materials at cost prices. , divination materials."

"Moreover, we invite at least one well-known fortune teller to give lectures every month to answer questions."

"The most important thing is that you can find a group of friends who have the same hobbies and can exchange experiences with each other."

It sounds good, however, but I have no money... Klein laughed at himself and asked instead:

"What if you want to divination?"