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Against the raging sun in the afternoon, Klein stepped out of the house.

Because he had to walk from Iron Cross Street to Welch’s residence, he changed his dress, hat and boots, and changed into a linen shirt, an old brown coat, a round-colored felt hat and old shoes, so don’t worry. The smell of sweat is a valuable set of pollution.

Along the Narcissus Street, he walked slowly toward Iron Cross Street, and when he passed the corner square, he subconsciously looked at it.

The top tent was gone, and the former circus had finished the show early and left the place.

Klein had also imagined that the animal trainer who was divining himself was actually a hidden power. Because he discovered his own special, he specialized in guiding, and there will be occasional encounters and hints in the follow-up. However, nothing happened. She followed the circus to begin the next journey.

There are so many routines... Klein smiled and shook his head and turned to Iron Cross Street.

Iron Cross Street is not just one, but like its name, it is formed by two roads.

At the crossroads, it is divided into left street, right street, upper street and lower street. The apartments where Klein, Benson and Melissa lived were located on the lower street.

However, the people living in the apartment and the surrounding area do not think that the neighborhood is down the street, but instead created the term “zhongjie”, which is different from the gathering place of the poor in the extension of the road 200 meters away.

There, a bedroom may squeeze five, six or even ten people.

Klein walked on the edge of the left street, his thoughts spread out, remembered the notes of the Antignus family, remembered its disappearance, remembered the attention of the night-timers, and remembered the resulting That **** case.

His mood slowly became heavy and his face was gloomy.

Just then, a familiar voice was introduced into his ear:

"Little Klein."

Hm... Klein turned his head and found himself walking to the door of the "Sling Bakery", and Mrs. Wendy, whose gray hair was gray, was greeted with a soft smile.

"You don't look too much, not too happy?" Wendy and her mouth open.

Klein squinted his face:

"a little bit."

"No matter how much trouble, tomorrow will come." Mrs. Wendy said with a smile. "Come, help me try my new sweet iced tea. I don't know if it suits the taste of the locals."

"Local, isn't Mrs. Sling yourself?" Klein shook his head.

Should you try it for free?

Wendy Slingan raised her mouth and said:

"You guessed it. I am actually a southerner. I followed my husband to Tingen. It was more than 40 years ago. Oh, then Benson was not born yet. Your father and mother didn't even know each other. ""

"I have always been unaccustomed to the food style of the North. I always miss the food in my hometown, I miss the pork sausage, I miss the potato bread, I miss the pancakes, I miss the fried vegetables, I miss the barbecue with the special sauce."

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

Klein heard a smile:

"Mrs. Sling, this is really a topic of hunger... But I feel a lot better, thank you."

“Gourmet always cures sorrow.” Wendy handed Klein a brown-red liquid. “I have a sweet iced tea based on my memories. You can taste it.”

After Klein thanked him, he took a sip and felt that the drink had some taste of iced black tea on the earth, but it was not so irritating, the tea taste was stronger, and the refreshing feeling was even worse. It dispelled the burning heat caused by the raging sun.

“Great!” he exclaimed.

"Then I will be relieved." Wendy smiled and narrowed her eyes, and looked at Klein to finish the cup of sweet iced tea.

After chatting with Mrs. Sling for a new home, Klein returned to the most familiar street.

In the afternoon, there are a lot of street vendors here. They will not regroup after 5:30, and the rest will be nothing and sly.

Just getting here, Klein’s mood suddenly became inexplicably gloomy, with a sense of oppression, depression and darkness that could not be said.

what happened? He was keenly aware of his own fault, and immediately paused and looked around, but he did not see anything strange.

Thinking about it, Klein raised his hand and tapped his eyebrows like a thought.

As he was in sight, there was a change immediately, and the gas field of a street vendor and several pedestrians was presented.

Before Klein had time to examine their healthy colors, they were attracted by the rich and bleakness that symbolized their emotions.

The specific thoughts of the observers, he could not judge, but the impression of pessimism, numbness and depression was deeply rooted in his heart.

Looking around, he found the dark shades nearby, even if the sun could not be dispelled.

This is a repression of how many days and months have been dyed.

Seeing this, Klein understood the reason.

As Old Neal said, it is easy for you to open your mind and feel uncomfortable because you enter an unfamiliar environment. It is also easy to be infected by other people's emotions.

A similar principle can also be used on the ability of “inspiration” – this is the ability to become a “diviner” without additional learning. It is a passive and irreversible sensor that can be directly perceived. Some abnormal situations exist.

And the perception will certainly have a certain degree of interaction, so in the extraordinary eyes like "Psychic", everyone's inspiration is so obvious, like the torch in the night, so the high-inspired people will Naturally, it is easy to be affected by an abnormal and strong atmosphere. It can only be grasped by repeated exercises to control and adapt.

"Is it so long that the depressed 'hue' will take shape?" Klein shook his head and touched it.

He tapped his eyebrows again and tried to consolidate his spirituality.

Hey, hey, hey, Klein stepped into the apartment and sensed other possible anomalies and subtleties to find the Antignus family notes that were hidden by themselves.

The street is as clean as usual, with dirty water and rubbish, all the way to the door of the apartment.

Klein pushed open the half-covered door and turned around on the first floor in the darkness that the sun could not reach.

He went up the first step, letting the wooden stairs continue to make a squeaky voice.

On the second floor, as always, the lack of light, Klein indulged in "inspiration", looking straight into the dark.

However, he not only failed to find clues to notes, but even the invisible spirit did not see one.

"If it is so easy to meet, the vast majority of ordinary people will not be aware of the existence of extraordinary things..." Klein himself sighed.

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

After a turn to the third floor, Klein left the apartment and walked along the road in memory to the residence of Welch.

He walked for an hour and still couldn't find it on the way.

Standing outside the garden villa, Klein looked at the house through a tight iron gate and secretly said:

"Will the Welch family don't have to look for it? The captain and Ms. Dai Li are sure that the carpet search has been done..."

"And I don't have the keys here, I can't overturn the wall..."

"Take another route tomorrow and try it..."

"There are so many roads today, but there are no steps in the rankings..."

Among the spit, Klein turned back to the nearby neighborhood and planned to take the public carriage to the Black Thorough Security Company to take out the 30 rounds of the bullets and take time to practice.

The "Divination" lacks a quick and effective means of attack and can only be compensated by the left wheel and the cane!

The area around Welch’s residence is quite clean, with lots of shops on both sides of the street.

Turning over the intersection, Klein was waiting to find a public carriage, and his eyes swept to several signs on the second floor opposite:

"Harrods department store."

"Veterans Officer Club."

"Divination Club."

......

The divination club... Klein silently recited the name and suddenly thought of what he wanted to "play" the divination.

Well, look at it in the past... looking for new ideas...

Thoughts were mixed, Klein crossed the street, came across, climbed to the second floor, entered the hall, and stood in front of the beautiful lady in charge of reception.

The lady, with brown hair, looked at Klein and smiled and said:

"Sir, do you want to divination or join our club?"

“What are the conditions for joining?” Klein asked casually.

The woman with a brownish-haired hair high-profiled introduction introduced:

“Fill in the details and pay the annual membership fee. For the first time, it is 5 pounds, then 1 pound per year. Rest assured, unlike the political or business clubs, we must get the recommendation of the full members to join.”

“Members can use the club’s meeting room and various divination rooms, divination tools for free, enjoy the coffee and tea we provide, read our newspapers and magazines for free, and buy lunch, dinner, alcoholic drinks and some divination materials at a cost price. Divination materials."

"And, we will ask at least one famous diviner every month to answer the questions."

“The most important thing is that you can find a group of friends with the same hobbies and exchange experiences.”

Sounds good, however, but I don't have money... Klein laughed and said:

"If you want to divination?"