"Clues to the Clown potion."
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On the seat of honor at the ancient bronze table, Klein repeated the divination statement a few times before leaning back and entering a deep sleep.
His surroundings quickly became peaceful and quiet. He saw a hazy view, with countless distorted and blurry scenes flashing past, just like drops of morning dew on tender flower petals.
Gradually, Klein grasped his spirituality and came to his senses.
He saw a fireplace before him with a rocking chair in front of it. Sitting on it was an old woman dressed in black and white.
Although he couldn't see her face since she was hanging her head low, Klein's gut feeling told him that she was an old lady. And he was pretty certain about it.
The old lady was facing a desk directly. There were newspapers and tin cans inlaid with silver on the desk.
"This is…" Klein found the scene before his eyes very familiar, and he quickly recognized what he saw.