Chapter 37 Club

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

Because he had to walk all the way from Iron Cross to Welch's residence, he changed his formal dress, hat, and leather boots into a linen shirt, old brown coat, same-color round felt hat, and old leather shoes, so he didn't have to worry about the smell of sweat polluting the valuable set.

Along Narcissus Street, he walked slowly to Iron Cross Street. When he passed the corner square, he subconsciously looked there.

The tent has disappeared. The previous circus has finished its performance and left here.

Klein had also imagined that the animal trainer who helped her divination was actually a hidden strong person. Because she found her own special, she came to guide her, and there would be meetings and hints later. However, nothing happened, and she started her next journey with the circus.

There are so many routines... Klein laughed and shook his head and turned 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 the left street, right street, upper street, and lower street. The apartment where Klein, Benson, and Melissa lived before is located on the lower street.

However, the people living in the apartment and the surrounding areas do not think that the neighborhood is down the street. Instead, they created the term "middle street" to distinguish it from the poor gathering place at the extension of the road 200 meters away.

There, a bedroom may be crowded with five, six, or even ten people.

Klein walked on the edge of the left street, his thoughts diverged, and he remembered the note of the Antikonus family, its end, the attention of the night watchman, and the resulting murder.

His mood slowly became heavy and his face became gloomy.

At that moment, a familiar voice came into his ear:

"Little Klein."

Hmm... Klein looked puzzled and found himself walking to the door of the "Slim Bakery". Mrs. Wendy, with gray hair, was waving with a soft smile.

"You don't look very happy?" Wendy said genially.

Klein rubbed his face and said:

"A little."

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

"Locals, aren't you Mrs. Sling yourself?" Klein shook his head.

Try it for free, right?

Wendy Sling raised her mouth and said:

"You guessed right. I'm actually from the south. I followed my husband to Tingen more than 40 years ago. Ha ha, at that time, Benson was not born, and your father and mother didn't even know each other."

"I have always been a little unaccustomed to the food style in the north. I always miss the food in my hometown, pork sausage, potato bread, pancakes, fried vegetables, and roast meat with special sauce."

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

Klein smiled:

"Mrs. Sling, this is really a hungry topic... But I feel much better, thank you."

"Good food can always cure sadness." Wendy handed Klein a cup of brownish-red liquid

After Klein said thanks, he took a sip and felt that the drink had some taste of ice black tea on the earth, but it was not so exciting. The taste of tea was stronger, the feeling of freshness was more intense, and the scorching heat brought by the burning sun was dispelled in a flash.

"Very good!" he exclaimed.

"Then I'm relieved." Wendy narrowed her eyes with a smile and looked at Klein kindly as he finished the sweet iced tea.

After chatting with Mrs. Sling about moving to a new house, Klein returned to the street he knew best.

In the afternoon, there are a lot fewer street vendors here. They will not gather again until 5:30. The rest of them are also listless and wilting.

Just after turning here, Klein's mood was suddenly inexplicably gloomy, with an inexpressible sense of depression, depression, and gloom.

What's going on? He was acutely aware of his own mistakes, and immediately stopped and looked around, but he did not see anything strange.

After thinking about it, Klein raised his hand and tapped his eyebrows twice as if thinking.

As far as he could see, there was a change at once, and the atmosphere of the street vendor and several pedestrians appeared.

Before Klein could examine their healthy colors, he was attracted by the strong gloom that symbolized emotion.

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

Looking around, he found that there were such dim colors nearby, even the sun could not disperse.

This is the depression that has been infected for many days, months, and years.

Seeing this, Klein understood the reason.

As old Neil said, it is easy to feel uncomfortable because of entering a strange environment, and also easy to be infected by other people's emotions.

Similar principles can also be applied to the ability of "inspiration" - this is the ability that can be acquired without additional learning after becoming a "diviner". It is a passive and irresistible induction, which can make people directly perceive the existence of some abnormal situations.

The perception will certainly have a certain degree of interaction. Therefore, in the eyes of "psychics", everyone's inspiration is so obvious, like the torch in the dark. Therefore, people with high inspiration will be naturally and easily affected by the abnormal and strong atmosphere, and can only be grasped, controlled, and adapted through repeated practice.

"It may take a long time to form such a repressed 'tone', right?" Klein sighed and shook his head.

He tapped his eyebrows twice again and tried to rein in spirituality.

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

As usual, the streets are dirty with water and garbage. It is not until the door of the apartment that they are clean.

Klein pushed open the half-closed door and made a circle on the first floor in the dark beyond the reach of the sun.

He stepped up and made the wooden stairs squeak.

The second floor lacks light as always. Klein indulges in "inspiration" and looks directly at the darkness.

However, he not only failed to find the clues in the notes but also failed to see an invisible spirit.

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

He has understood that most "spirits" do not exist in the form of spiritual bodies but in spirit. Only "psychics" can communicate effectively.

After turning around on the third floor, Klein left the apartment and walked to Welch's house along the road in memory.

He walked for an hour but still failed to 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 should not be searched, right? The captain and Ms. Daly must have searched the carpet..."

"And I don't have the key here. I can't cross the wall..."

"Come and try another route tomorrow..."

"Today I have walked so many times, but there is no step number ranking..."

Roast, Klein went back to the neighborhood and planned to take a public carriage to the Black Thorn Security Company to take out today's thirty-shot bullet and hurry up to practice.

The "fortune teller" lacks fast and effective means of attack. It can only be compensated by the left wheel and cane!

The area near Welch's residence is quite clean, and there are many shops with bright and clean windows on both sides of the street.

Turning the corner, Klein was looking for the public carriage point, and his eyes suddenly glanced at several signs on the second floor opposite:

"Harold's Department Store."

"Veterans' Club."

"Divination Club."

...

The divination club... Klein silently recited the name, and suddenly thought of the matter of "playing" the diviner.

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

With a lot of thought, Klein crossed the street, came to the opposite side, 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, smiled, and said:

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

"What are the conditions for joining?" Klein asked casually.

The woman with brown hair high and curled up introduced:

"Fill in the details and pay the annual membership fee, which is 5 pounds for the first time and 1 pound for the next year. Don't worry, unlike those political or commercial clubs, we need to get the recommendation of full members to join."

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

"Moreover, we will invite at least one famous diviner to give lectures every month to solve problems."

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

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

"What if you want to do divination?"