Chapter 14 Psychics
A true psychic... Klein read the description silently and, without speaking again, followed Dunn. Smith got out of the carriage.
Welch's home in Tingen was a single house with a garden, hollowed out by a steel gate on a road that could accommodate four horse-drawn carriages at once, flanked by street lamps every 50 meters. Unlike those Klein had seen in a previous life, they were gas lamps, with posts slightly as tall as adult men's for easy lighting.
The black metal is close to the glass, enclosing the grid, casting a series of classical "artworks" like lanterns, cold and warm dancing, shadow and light.
On the yellow covered road, Crane and Dunn. Smith entered Welch's rented place through a half-ajar iron door.
Directly opposite the gate was a road for two wagons, paved with cement, leading to the two-story house.
Its left side is the garden, the right side is the lawn, the faint flowers and refreshing taste interwoven into one, let people relaxed and happy.
As soon as he stepped in, Crain's hair suddenly rose and he looked around.
He felt eyes watching him in the garden, in the shadows of the lawn, on the top floor of the house, behind the swings, in the dark corners!
It was empty, but Klein felt like he was in a busy street.
The strange contrast, the strange feeling, made his body tense and chill from his tail up.
"Something's wrong! He couldn't help reminding Dunn.
Dunn, walking to the side without changing his expression, replied flatly:
"Never mind."
See the "night watchman" said so, Cline endured the kind of creepy feeling of being tracked, snooped, looked at but could not find the target, and came to the main door of the single house step by step.
If I stay like this long enough, I'll get nervous... When Dunn reached for the door, Klein looked back quickly. The flowers were swaying in the wind and there was no one there.
"Come in, gentlemen." A slightly ethereal voice came from the room.
Dunn twisted the handle, pushed the door open, and said to the woman sitting on the couch:
"Daley, did you get the results?"
The living room chandelier is not lit, and a leather sofa with two main patterns surrounds a marble coffee table.
A candle burns bright blue above the coffee table, casting an eerie flicker of color over the semi-open living room, dining room and kitchen.
In the middle of the sofa sat a woman in a hooded black gown, blue eyeshadow and blush, and a silver chain with a white crystal pendant wrapped around her exposed wrist.
At the first sight of her, Klein had a strange feeling: dressed like a real psychic...
Is this playing yourself?
Daley, the "psychic" with her uncanny beauty, glanced over Cline with her twinkling green eyes at Dunn. Smith said:
"The original spirits are gone, including Welch's and Naja's, and the little ones who are here now don't know anything."
Spirit? A psychic... Are those unseen observers spirits? There are so many spirits? Klein took off his hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed slightly:
"Good evening, ma 'am."
Dunn Smith sighed and said:
"It's really tricky..."
"Daley, this is Klein. Moretti, try to find something out of him."
"Psychic" Daley's eyes suddenly shifted to Cline, she pointed to the seat of the single sofa:
"Sit down, please."
"Thank you." Klein nodded, took a few steps and sat down, his heart involuntarily raised.
Is life or death, is smooth through, or secret exposure, depends on the next development!
And the most powerless is that they lack things to rely on, and can only hope for special...
It's a really bad feeling... Klein thought bitterly.
As Dunn sat down across from him on the loveseat, "Psychic" Daley pulled two thumb-sized glass bottles from a hidden pocket at her waist.
Her green eyes smiled at Crane and said:
"I need a little help, after all, you are not the enemy, you can not be so direct, rough treatment, it will make you uncomfortable, feel pain, and even leave serious sequelae, I will give you some fragrance, give you enough tenderness and lubrication, let you open yourself a little bit, really immersed in that feeling."
That doesn't sound right... Cline's tongue wavered, his eyes surprised.
Dunn on the other side smiled and said,
"Don't be surprised, unlike the Storm Bishops, here women are allowed to verbally flirt with men. You may understand, on this point, that your mother was a devout believer in the Goddess, and that you and your brother attended Sunday school in the church."
"I know, I just didn't expect it to be so, so..." Klein gesticulating, unable to find the right adjective, almost blurted out the equivalent of "old driver."
Dunn's mouth turned upward:
"Rest assured, Daley rarely does this, she just wants to calm and relax you in this way, she likes dead bodies more than men."
"You make me sound like a pervert." "Psychic" Daley interjected with a smile.
She opened one of the little bottles and poured a few drops into the bright blue flame:
"A distilled and extracted hydrol of night vanilla, deep sleep flower and chamomile. I call it 'Amanda', which is the Hermitian word for serenity. It smells good."
As he spoke, the candle shook a few times, and the drops of pure dew quickly evaporated and filled the room.
A clear and charming fragrance penetrated Klein's nose, his mood was no longer tense, and his mind was quickly peaceful, as if he were looking down into the darkness in the dead of night.
"This bottle is called the Eye of the Spirit, and it is made from the bark and leaves of the dragon tree and poplar tree, which are sun-baked for seven days, fried and boiled three times, and soaked in Ronzi wine, of course, there are a few incants in the middle..." The amber liquid, described by "Psychic" Daley, dripped onto a brilliant blue candle flame.
Klein smelled wine, an ethereal aroma, he saw a candle flicker, saw Daley's blue eyeshadow and blush sparkle eerily, even double.
"It's a good psychic helper and a charming enough flower spirit..."
As Daley spoke, Klein felt her voice coming from all directions.
Looking around, Crane saw that everything was shaking and blurry, like a thick fog shrouding one layer after another, with his own body swaying, blurry, floating, and losing weight.
The red is more red, the blue is more blue, the black is more black, and the colors are mixed like Impressionist oil paintings, blurred and dreamy, and the surrounding pieces of overlapping mumbles come from waves, like countless invisible people talking.
"It's similar to the feeling I had when I did the 'transfer ceremony' before, but without the crazy smell that makes people want to explode..." Klein looked at all this and wondered.
At that moment, his eyes were caught by a pair of crystal like emerald eyes, wearing a black robe Daley sitting on the blurred "sofa", eyes strangely focused on the head of Klein, voice gentle smile:
"Make it official, me, Daley the Psychic."
It is I can still think calmly and rationally... Just like in the 'transfer ceremony' and the 'party'... Clay thought, deliberately acting in a state of confusion: "Hello..."
"The human mind is very broad, hiding a lot of secrets, look, that sea, we can only understand the island above the sea, but in fact, under the sea, the island has a larger part, but in fact, in addition to the island, there is the whole sea, there is a symbol of the boundless sky of the spiritual world..."
"You are the spirit of the body, and you know not only the island above the sea, but also the part of the island hidden beneath the sea, the whole sea...
"Wherever there is, there must be a trace, the memory of the surface of the island can be erased, but the part below the surface and the whole sea must have its corresponding projection."
Daley induced again and again, and the vague winds and shadows around him also changed in a similar shape, as if Klein's spiritual sea was fully exposed here, waiting for him to find and discover.
Klein looked on calmly, occasionally "churning" the ocean, and finally replied in an ethereal tone:
"No... I can't remember... I forgot..."
He shows the pain just right.
Daley tried again, but the sober Klein was unaffected.
"Well, that's it. Go back."
"Go back."
"Go back..."
The ethereal voice lingered, Daley disappeared, the wind and shadows began to subside, and the quiet taste and subtle aroma of wine were again evident.
All colors returned to normal, the blur was gone, and Kline shuddered, regaining weight.
He opened his eyes, which he had not known when closed, and saw before him the bright blue candle and Dunn sitting comfortably. Smith, or "Psychic" Daley in a hooded black robe.
"Why did you use the theories of those evil lunatics at the Psychological Alchemy?" Dunn frowned slightly and looked at Daley.
Daly calmly answered as she put the two small bottles away:
"I think it's pretty true, at least in line with some of the things I've seen..."
Before Dunn could speak again, she spread her hand and said:
"A tricky fellow. He left no trace."
Hearing this, Klein, who was next to him, breathed a long sigh of relief and asked vaguely:
'Is it over? What just happened? I feel like I slept..."
Is that a pass?
Good thing there's a "drill" for the "transfer ceremony"!
"Think so." Dunn interrupted, looked at Daley, the Psychic, and said, "Have you examined Welch and Naya's bodies?"
"The bodies can tell us more than you think, but sadly, Welch and Naja did kill themselves, and there are no traces of the forces that affected them." Daly stood up and reached for the candle. "I'm going to rest."
The bright blue light disappears, and the house is flooded with blurred red.
......
"Congratulations, you can go home. But remember, you can't tell your family and friends about this. You have to promise." Dunn led Crane all the way to the gate.
Crane asked in surprise, "Don't you have to check for signs of curses or evil spirits?"
"Daley didn't say, just didn't." Dunn replied briefly.
Relieved by his previous worries, Klein asked again:
"How do I make sure there's no more trouble?"
"Don't worry too much." Dunn moved the corner of his mouth, "According to statistics, in similar circumstances, 80 percent of the living parties, have not suffered terrible follow-up, well, this data is my impression, probably, about."
"That's the other 20 percent..." Klein can't say "face".
"Then you might consider joining us as a clerical worker, so that we can spot the warning signs in time." "Or just be extraordinary," Dunn said casually, as he approached the carriage. "After all, we are not your nannies and can't keep watch over you all night long and watch what you do with women."
"May I?" Mr. Klein asked, following the line.
Of course, he had little hope, after all, how could it be so easy to join the team of night watchmen and gain extraordinary powers!
That's extraordinary power!
Dunnton stopped and glanced sideways at him.
"... It's not impossible, it depends..."
Ke? This twist startled Crane, who stood beside the carriage for a moment and then said:
"Really?"
Are you kidding me? How easy is it to be extraordinary?
Dunn let out a small smile, his gray eyes obscured by the shadow of the carriage:
"Don't believe me? In fact, as a night watchman, you lose a lot, such as freedom."
"Putting that aside, there are other issues. One, you're not a meritorious cleric or a devout believer, and you can't pick and choose, you can't choose the safest path."
"Second..." Dunn grabbed the handrail and mounted the carriage path. "We, the victors, the Mechanical Heart, and other similar organs of justice, deal each year with a quarter of the incidents of the extraordinary out of control."
A quarter of The extraordinary out of control... Klein froze.
At this moment, Dunn half turned his body, dark gray eyes, mouth without a smile moved:
"And a big part of that quarter is our teammates."