Lord of the Mysteries

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

The first act is still the small, dark, dirty room and Ian Wright sleeping on the high and low beds.

The second act is the sewer that the two have been to at the same time. Ian squats in front of the incomplete corpse of Zeruel, and reaches out to the two rows of white-sensing teeth and removes one of them.

The third act is a lively and noisy street. The passers-by are plain and even old or broken.

The street has gardens and lawns, surrounded by low-pitched chimneys, and Ian, who wore old coats and dome hats, watched the telegraph station, not far from the street, diagonally opposite the mall-like steam subway entrance.

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

"From that tooth and the telegraph, Zerrell and Ian are not a detective combination that is accidentally involved in a dangerous incident. There is an organization behind them!"

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

Klein didn't rush into the analysis because he didn't want to stay on the fog for too long.

Leaving the high back chair belonging to the "fool", he came to the side corner and found the extraordinary characteristics of Mersor from the paper bag that was sent here.

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

"The corresponding potion name."

In the meditation, he grasped the extraordinary characteristics of the group in one hand, and took the paper with the divination statement in one hand, and entered the sleep with meditation.

In the gray and psychedelic dreams, the ambassador who was gorgeous and exaggerated, and his face was thin and scum, appeared again in Kline’s eyes.

He took a bottle of deep red liquid and said to Mersor:

"Drink it and drink this bottle of ‘hunter’ potion, you can dominate the Zimmergg party. Of course, money is also indispensable. Russell the Great once said that it is a big stick and a carrot.”

"Hunter? Beckland is a big city..." Mersor frowned, asking questions.

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

The middle-aged ambassador laughed and said:

“The biggest city is also the biggest dark jungle.”

“Here, everyone has two identities, one is prey and the other is a hunter.”

"The weaker hunters are also hunters, and they can also hurt powerful prey."

"Go, join this grand hunting."

......

The picture shattered and turned into countless light and shadows. Klein looked down at the group of deep red extraordinary characters in his hand and silently said:

"It turned out to be the ‘hunter’ potion. It’s no wonder that Mersor could play it, and he used a quenching blow.”

"No wonder he can recourse to me..."

"However, he doesn't seem to really understand the essence of the hunter. He has no pre-set traps, no weapons, no corresponding skills... This is because he doesn't know that I am also an extraordinary person, and it is also the extraordinary person of Sequence 8. , contemptuous, on the other hand, he also said that he took the potion and soon..."

"The 'hunter' approach is also dominated by the conspiracy of the Soslan family and the Einhorn family of the Vysac Empire, the secret organization 'Iron Blood Cross' that has only appeared in the last two or three hundred years, plus clothing style. The identity of the ambassador is almost certain... the senior diplomat of the Republic of Intis, the Ambassador of the Kingdom of Lun..."

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

As the thoughts rolled over, Klein wrapped himself with spirituality and fell down.

When he returned to the room, he immediately looked around with vigilance and found no abnormal changes.

Huh, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and added more confidence to the Tarot members on time tomorrow afternoon.

He turned to find the map of Beckland, which was bought on the steam train, looking for the telegraph office along the subway, and the telegraph office not far from the street.

Beckland is currently on several subway lines, and Klein quickly identified three targets, one in the West End, one in the St. George District, and one in the Eastern District and the Beckland Bridge area.

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

The third place!

The intersection of the Eastern District and the Beckland Bridge area!

Sometimes, interpreting revelation also requires a wealth of real-world knowledge and corresponding reasoning skills... Klein ridiculed himself, came to the desk, added a sentence after the previous statement, and made the content on the paper more rich:

"I don't know the whereabouts of Ian Wright. I found no one after I found Zerel's body. However, I learned through my own channel that Ian Wright appeared in White Rum. The telegraph office on the street."

After writing, Klein did not fold the paper, and did not ignite it with spirituality. Instead, let it spread out on the desk and show its content.

Gazing deeply, Klein returned to the bed, **** and sleeping.

Outside the closed curtains, the Red Moon has drilled a layer of clouds, shining brightly and satisfactorily.

............

Hilston area, inside a house.

Fols, who was sleeping separately from Hugh, suddenly sat up, stretched out his hands and grabbed his head.

Her pretty face has been twisted to the extreme, and it looks like a demon.

Folth kept his ears on both sides and kept rolling on the bed, seemingly against the illusory proverb.

Her forehead was dripping with sweat, and her hand was covered with a blue vein.

Her body is sometimes taut, sometimes rolling, and the pale blue eyes that have a playful and lazy taste are full of pain.

In the depths of the pupil, there seem to be countless light and shadow changes in the stack.

"No!" Fols finally couldn't stand it and sent a low scream.

Her hands no longer cover her ears, but she grabbed her hair and seemed to fight the pain with pain.

The body twitched for a few minutes, and Firth finally stopped.

She let go of her hands and saw the handful of micro-volume brown hair, laughing and laughing at herself:

"I deceived Hugh, I told her that every full moon slang has no bad influence on me... at least hair loss is a very serious problem..."

Fulth struggled to sit up and looked at the curtain covering the window halfway. Through the gap, he saw the dreamy blushing moon outside.

"It’s more serious than once, and the next time it will be out of control...” Fols whispered, and could no longer restrain the weakness that was buried deep in his heart.

She tried to separate the bracelet that could be transmitted through the spirit world, but it could not be exchanged for the disappearance of the full moon slang.

She tried to take a tranquilizer, tried to mourn the name of the **** of steam and machinery, tried some ritual magic, but failed to change the status quo she gradually slipped into the abyss.

"If you can understand what the proverb is saying, it will be fine... I hope to die clearly, not to be buried in confusion... Maybe, maybe, after the promotion sequence 8, I will hear more clearly? But, I never I have met someone who sells the 'Master of the Master' formula." Foers looked out of the window and his eyes were stained with a layer of red.

............

On Monday morning, Klein, who was not sleeping well, woke up early and rolled out of bed.

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

Just then, the corner of his eye swept the paper spread out on the desk.

It faces the window and remains as it is.

However, Klein clearly remembers that before going to bed last night, the paper was facing the chair and facing the bed!

After just one thought, it turned upside down and changed its orientation!

Klein's pupil tightened and slammed open the curtain, and he saw that the convex window was still closed, and there was no wind!

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

No, someone came in, in case I didn't notice it! Klein only felt a coolness flowing down his head to his head.

In his sleep, he did not respond to this!

This means that he was almost killed at the time, and life and death depend only on the mood and thoughts of the other party!

Is it a member of the special department of the military, or is it a powerful person sent by the ambassador? From the paper is not restored to the original, to keep upside down, it is more likely to be the latter, indicating a certain warning ... can so sneak into this silent, very powerful ... I should not thank him for his kindness? No, why not do things that are easy to do, there must be inevitable reasons... Don’t want to be alarmed to monitor the military special members around you? Klein’s thoughts were surging, and it’s hard to contain a lot of thoughts.

He wrote those words last night, letting the paper spread out on the desk, so that people can see, let the ambassador go to what he wants to know, delay the possible revenge until the end of the matter, and let him be more prepared. time.

However, what Klein had originally envisaged was that the other party should go out and go out, and the special department of the military sneaked in the opportunity to monitor the house. Who knows, he could bypass the extraordinary people around and quietly enter the bedroom. And he is still asleep.

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

"It's a very powerful, or extraordinary, extraordinary person..." Klein turned his body, his back to the belly window, and pulled out a 1p.

"Someone sneaked into the room last night."

......

He meditated on the statement and used the cover of the body to pop up the coin.

The coin rolled and jumped, and when it didn't exceed Klein's shoulder, it fell down and fell on his palm.

This time the number is facing up.

This means negation!

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

Paper will not turn for no reason... Is it my sleepwalking? No, I can keep my captain's invasion dreams awake... Kline suddenly frowned and thought of two possibilities:

"One, the divination results are misled by interference."

"Second, it is not people who sneak into it!"